Insane Clown Posse - Taste - Esham lyrics

[Intro: Violent J] The Time has come for the blood to run into the streets paved with gold We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long And like animals we k** each other for the hatred of others We must move into the suburbs and punish the rich for their ignorance For the horror of d**h, that is part of our life in our neighborhood And give them a taste of the same And when we k** the governments children And the streets smell of d**h maybe then we will see our situation in a new light And put an end the the chaos in the ghetto and an end to the k**ings [Verse one: Violent J] Heard whats going on in the free world Broke out the asylum and k**ed a girl Just ta warm u, just to get it on Cause im gonna be cutting throats till the break of dawn Can't nobody get me I've always been a psycho now they coming with me That's straight when we team up cause I believe every throat deserves a good cut Look in my brain its f**ing insane roll around naked in the acid rain Rich b**h f**a took me for a s**a Now we k**ing you instead of k**ing each other Walked in the house, shot him in the mouth Leaned back the head, and pulled the brains out My list are strong its only a saw The government fronts like they dont know what is going on f**, ill take the matter in my own hands Cut ya down cat, cut ya down Cause i know the rich go jogging And im waiting in the bushes,axe to the nogging About 30 or 40 times,psychodelic sick with the psycho psycho rhymes But ya keep the k**er in one place, But I'm at ya door, motherf**er have a taste! [Verse two: (Nate The Mack) {Shaggy 2 Dope}] (f**ing you up wont let you pa**, f**ing you up, shot you in the a**) {Jumped out the alleyway with a muthaphucking battle axe} {12 dead bodies on the muthaphucking train tracks} (Im sick of this sh** i see on the TV,they showing psychopathics and i see me) (And ya calling me a homeless hobo, while I'm laying on my suede couch listening to mojo) {Snipe ya in the head from a tower, or chase ya naked a** clear out the shower} {Finally catch ya on the block, take this here gat and shoot ya in the eye} (Who ya f**ing wit governer E? Don't ya know I'll hang ya dead a** from a tree) {Then swing ya by ya foot} {Mister drumma looking bald headed punk b**h} (Stroll to the banquet party) {Drank all they brew} (Then shot everybody) (They set it up wrong, created the ghetto and thought it wouldn't last long) {Thought we'd k** each other off, didn't think we'd come to the suburbs.jackoff} (The clowns stick this knife in ya Face) ({Motherf**er, Have a Taste}) [Verse three: Jump Steady] In Detroit doing time, time being done Without not another solution Without nothing but wicked men How many muthaphuckas ive know through the years Got they necks blown off or crippled in their fear Now iull tell ya cause i been in many Schools for this Cause im drawn by the vision and close my hand into a fist Raised in the crime with nothing to eat So my natural instincts to k** in the street Im going to war and i sent you caution JumpSteady stepping over the governments brainwashing (Take it, Take it farther, take it far) Dont let them even judge ya, cause you know who you are Seems they dont even know about the inner city crime war Moneys on the j**s in the desert but what the f** for Damn the're stupid,The mine are surrounded Think i like to pay a lesson to a gallon And save a human life or two End this ghetto war for the homies that i once knew ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes (Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes hoe) I got a mind k**ing rage waiting on my change On the holes on my jacket i craddle my gage What ya gonna do if i show up at your place Try to ignore it this time, motherf**er have a taste [Verse four: Capitol E / Esham] Ya need a spoonful, another wants a little taste So let me feed you the city like in a steady pace Ya wake up to gunfire thining it was a dream Till ya hear ya neighbors holla and ya young child scream Everyday thang, thank it to ya Just wait till you see that cracka at ya front door naked Begging for money, acting like he know ya Ya slam the door in fear, but some day he'll show ya Catch ya at point blank range ya getting jacked (come up wit it b**h) Now ya dont know how to act But that's the life and the experience of a mother Happends everyday, one another the other But the suburb living is high cla** With a high cla** leather city trade with ya a** And show ya the rough times Hungry homeless people commiting crime after crime And b**hes working the pike for dough Then they run to the rock sella to buy some rocks slow And i hear ya making fun of that... ICP (What's up E) Gets ya bats It's time for you to crack some necks And if they dont know now, show them what to expect Cause it dont matter the race or the place Capitol E giving the inner city Taste [Interlude: Violent J] Yea! We heading to Birmingham,gross point and beverly Hills I thought you knew, cause we in a devilish mood [Verse five: Esham] Guess who's rolling with the ICP, That black devil comming straight from the D Im heading out to birmingham,to tip off a german And looking for the governer to k** him and i think i can Violent J know the way so im gonna getcha If ya standing in my way im getting wit ya The black devil, that devil ya dont know Getting more p**y than Bel Biv Devoe Hey man do you know my name? [Esham] Im down with notics, nuts on train So give me mine cause it aint about black or white It aint about wrong or right on Devil's night I burn a cross in ya f**ing face Now homicide's got a new case So give me a taste