Insane Clown Posse - Is That You? - 878133 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 [Violent J] 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 sh**, hoe I can see you bu*t-naked in your window Shimmy up the house, I dash Knock and I press my nuts on the gla** Let me in, hoe, don't ya know I'm Violent J of the ICP, yo I got me a check let's cash it So I can spend it with the hoes on Gratiot But don't get all geeked s*ut Cause I'ma buy ya some lava to wash your bu*t What's this clown sh** about? A knife to your neck and your throats 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? Yodel-Ay, Yodel-Ay, Yodel-Ay-Ee-Oooo!!! Frontin', they frontin', everybody's frontin' Violent Violent J is gonna tell ya something If ya know a b**h who got grits Kid Rock, Kid Rock will probably eat that sh** [Kid Rock] Boohoo motherf**er what'cha cry for I'm that n***a that your b**h 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**h 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 Semta 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 sh** The funk, the funk from the old days Violent J serving ghetto hard street sh** The funk from the old days [Violent J] 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 Romeomeomeo Wicked clowns gonna flow for ya son Three for the treble, eight for the drum Five for the homies that I run with b**h 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'ma 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 [Kid Rock] 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 homerums 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 50 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...