 12 lyrics ( Insane Clown Posse )   
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Artist : Insane Clown Posse
Song : 12
~Rain & thunder~
"Wake ...Wake ...Awake...
Revenge is mine. 12 people will die
tonight."
[voices]
Guilty...guilty...guilty...guilty...guilty...guilty...guilty...guilty...guilty..
Now
I've woken then reborn. Though I have just until
dawn.
I remember every face spirits show me
every place.
First one sleeps inside his bed.
Place my fingers on his head.
To each temple
push and smuther till my fingers touch each
other.
Next one makes love to his wife. Only
wish to take his life.
For his family's done
no wrong. Place his children on the lawn.
Tell
the misses leave the room. Lest she wish to
witness doom.
Grab the squirmy, filthy, goat,
and shove the dresser down his throat.
I must
quickly use my gift. Next 2 work the midnight
shift.
Drinking coffee in the back, I will
listen to them chat.
Hear them speaking of my
death. Hear the laughter in their breath.
But
the laughter quickly died, when their heads
colli-e-i-e-ide.
(chorus):
Ya care ta
die? Ya care ta die? (9x)
(End
chorus)
Now my anger's growing worse. Next
one's working as a nurse.
Have to make a
doctor's call. Drag my body down the
hall.
Grab a scalpel and a blade. Time to play
the nurse's aid.
Operate and strap her down,
carve her face into a clown.
Killed another,
then 3 more. Now we're down to only 4.
This
man drives a taxi cab. `Nother wicked life to
grab.
Screaming that he thought I died. Let's
go for a taxi ride.
In the wreck of twisted
steel, the steering wheel becomes his
meal.
This man watches his TV. Scanning
channels endlessly.
Stops at station foty-fo'
it's the wicked clown show.
Watch me juggle,
watch me dance. In 3D watch me enhance.
Watch
me crawl out from the screen and squeeze your
neck until
you're
gre-he-heen.
(chorus)
Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time....
Even
though there's just one left, I feel my bones
becoming stiff.
And now I wander endlessly,
the spirits have abandoned me.
My lips are
falling piece by piece. My ears and fingers in
the street.
But still yet see no morning sun,
and here's my victim's early run.
Quickly grab
him from behind, 'round his neck with fishing
twine.
Keep him still and pull the string,
watch his head go bobbaling!
Listen to my
riddle song, even though my crime was
wrong.
Murder me just for your law and I'll be
back for all a
yall!
(chorus)
(chorus)
(chorus)
~child
laughing~
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