17 Dead lyrics

Artist  : Insane Clown Posse 
Song : 17 Dead
 


I got shot with a buck shot shot me down
But
you know you can't paint a frown on a
clown
Sewer gutter blood runs through my
system
Death stopped by but I must have just
missed him
Am I in a southwest street
gang?
Do I bang do I slang do I let my
motherfuckin' nuts hang?
But do you care
I
got stabbed in the eye and you wadn't no
where
And what about the time I got
fucked
When I got shot in the throat...fuckin'
sucked
But you news wouldn't know me
You
could give a fuck less never the less
unless
Something happened in your
suburbs
I'm a cut your daddy's neck, you
little fuckin' nerd
I don't give a fuck where
you're from boy
So don't tell me cuz I don't
give a fuck
It's all about what's going on in
your head
Do or don't you care about the
seventeen dead

Seventeen dead, it don't
bother you
Do or don't you care about the
seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don't bother
you
You could give a fuck less about the
seventeen dead
The seventeenth boyfriend lost
his erection

I woke up next to a dead
body
Roll it out the way and jump out of
bed
Strap on my kicks and step out my
room
Cuz somehow there's another stiff in the
bathroom
Dead fucks all over the grass
I'm
a kick somebody in they dead ass
Quick to make
a left on Jefferson
And I noticed there's
another stiff riding shotgun
Am I just seeing
things? No.
Is your mother a soggy ho?
I
like to drink Faygo, out from the scotties
But
then one out of one of my homeboys turned into
dead bodies
But I'm straight with that
Just
don't be leaving your guts in my car n'
shit
Wait a minute, wait, get your head on
straight
I drop seventeen tears from eyes
every fucking day
I gotta wonder if they
do
Should I burn the rebel flag or the red
white and blue too
I can't do much, but they
can
But those motherfuckers gotta death wish,
man
I'm gonna swim in they blood
shed
Justi-justify the seventeen
dead

Seventeen dead, it don't bother
you
Do or don't you care about the seventeen
dead
Seventeen dead, it don't bother
you
You could give a fuck less about the
seventeen dead
The seventeenth boyfriend lost
his erection

Yeah, dead bodies man
They
ain't so bad
I mean they're all over in
the
Streets n shit ya know
But they don't
be fuckin' with you
They just lay there dead
as shit
I mean they tasted kinda
straight
With a little mustard, man
Yeah,
much worse

Seventeen dead bodies hanging
from a telephone wire
All seventeen on
fire
Lightening up the sky with the smell of
death
Rich bigot fucker, take a deep
breath
Look at you makes me go
baddy
Motherfucker don't be nothing like your
daddy
Cuz he's nothing but a redneck
hoe
Him and his kind created this
ghetto
They can deal with they own
creation
Move out farther, suburb
vacation
But it don't work like that
Knock
at your door and it's me running slug bat
I'm
a stick it to your fuckin' nugget
About
seventeen times and you're gonna love it
motherfucker
Drive down my street
And stare
at the folks who can't make end's meat
You
don't know now but that's the plan
Most people
in Hell were rich when they died, man
Take
that to your golden bed
Cuz I'm a cut your ass
up for the seventeen dead

Seventeen dead,
it don't bother you
Do or don't you care about
the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don't
bother you
You could give a fuck less about
the seventeen dead
The seventeenth boyfriend
lost his erection

Well, ya know Violent
J's kinda wicked
If there's a booger in my
nose I'm a pick it
And flick it in your eye
like you ain't jack
And stomp my boots on your
nutsac

Well, I'm Shaggy and I'm in the
house
You don't think so, I'll put a brick in
your mouth
Can't nobody flex on a nutty
clown
I got boys down river straight hick
town

Well, ya know I'm coming straight
from the trailor park
That's me out front
working on the Skylark
I'm waiting on a check,
I don't cut the grass
And my woman's got
babies falling all out her ass

I'll be
running with the carnival until I'm eighty
And
tonight I'm going out with the fat lady
I
strip the bitch down to the nitty gritty
But I
ain't saying shit about a wooden titty