Insane Clown Posse - Is That You? lyrics

Violent J, Violent J, is that you? I'm on the microphone, so what'cha wanna do? Violent J, Violent J, is that you? A wicked, wicked clown painted just for you I drink Faygo, it's only a buck-ten I'm a pour it on your tits when we f***ing 'Cause I'm with that kinky s***, hoe I can see you bu*t, naked in your window Shimmy up the house side dash Now I'm gonna press my nuts on the gla** Let me in, hoe, don't ya know I'm Violent J of the I-C-P, yo, I got me a checklins cashing If I could spend it with the hoes I'm crashing But don't get all geek s*ut 'Cause I'm a buy ya some lava to wash your bu*t What's this clown s*** about? A knife to your neck And your throat's hanging out With a do-me-ray Now it's about time I say Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? Yeah, let me tell ya what I wanna do Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? Yo, Nate, Yo, Nate woohoo Frontin', they frontin', everybody's frontin' Violent, Violent J is gonna tell ya something If ya know a b**** who got grits Kid Rock, Kid Rock will probably eat that s*** Boohoo motherf***er what'cha cry for? I'm that n**** that your b**** would die for The who*e showed up at my front door So I f***ed her in the a** and I threw her out the back door The b**** thought it was a cake drive She said, drive me to the city, so I dropped her off at lakeside You driving me home, well, I meant ta But plans have changed so get your a** on the Centaur Hoe, this ain't no taxi I be mackin' hoes, they don't mack me Never slacking, hoes I be macking Kid Rock, Kid Rock never slacking, hoes I be macking Violent J serving ghetto hard street s*** The funk, the funk from the old days Violent J serving ghetto hard street s*** The funk from the old days Well, I'm up for the shot in a minute Show me a valley, I might yodel in it Like somebody else I know, I been to Mount Plen As I've been to Romeo, meow, meow Wicked clowns gonna flow for ya son Three for the treble, eight for the drum Five for the homies that I run with B**** call your mother 'cause you're done with Toe tip-toe, I snuck in your house And fell asleep bu*t-naked on the front couch So, excuse me, pops, I'm napping So could ya shut the f*** up with that yapping? And your wife's all worked up for nothing She act like she ain't never seen a wang or something 'Cause it really don't matter, I'm a show my nuts to innocent bystander Every f***ing day 'cause it's about time I say Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? Yeah, let me tell you what I wanna do Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? I just said, ?It was motherf***er? Skinny dipping in the pool, you know, I drown hoes F*** them doggie style and play that a** like a bongo Hit it, hit, hi-hit it Hitting home rums and never wimp, ho Smoke my dick like it's a big spliff This ain't a blooper and I'm no joker But I can shoot a nut fifty foot like a Super Soaker But I won't pull it out for a cheap joke Instead I play John Holmes in a sequel to Deep throat Taste the nut in your mouth, just to school ya But ho, don't let the smooth taste fool ya Don't let the smooth taste fool ya