Insane Clown Posse - First Day Out lyrics

Got another funky rhyme Another funky, funky rhyme Got another funky rhyme Another funky rhyme Another funky, funky rhyme Aw sh**, man, that's the icp!!! This is my jam!!! I'm on a psychedelic, motherf**ing inter-gallactic void g!!! Aw, sh**! Well, they let the gate up so i bail It's been six months pick me up from the county jail With a smog mother payin' my dues Steel toliets, worn blankets, and rubber shoes But i ain't naggin' Here come the fellas i can hear the muffler draggin' 8 men in the car long And the faygo is almost gone My nuts are kinda hard so i need a mate So my homeboy's cousin set me up with a blind date She said "pick me up at three" Can't b**h, the bus don't ride your street, ho We gonna eat at mexican village Take a cab and i'll pay the tab And when she showed, well, i'll be damned Left my wallet at home on the tv stand Have her pay him and for dinner too The knot in my sock, it done bit you She's all prettied up for nothing I'm smelling like sh** and my chin is scruffing And i'm chewing on my food like a pitbull Cuz i won't front for the ho Stuck my face in a bowl of soup And just s**ed it all up threw my missin' tooth The b**h jumped up with a boom "i have to fix my hair" and broke to the bathroom She's got the tab, so i go for mine And order up some '52 vintage wine Hey, louie, bring a f**in' steak with that Motherf**ers like jail say f** dat She's back now and her hair ain't fixed Probably took a long greasy-a** smelly sh** I ain't saying nothing though I ain't saying nothing bout the funkin' ho What's up b**h, i'm ready to break How long can one fat b**h take? Quite snacking and pay me saps Cuz we goin' home to meet her pops* "so joe, what is that you do for a living?" "aww, come on pops, you seen me selling rocks on Verner and springwell. matter fact, i think i sold To that fat b**h in the kitchen"