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Insane Clown Posse

West Vernor Ave

 

West Vernor Ave

(album: Fearless Fred Fury - 2019)


So I'm marinating at home, sipping cheap wine, in the recline I'm on bottle 2, so this beast fine
Bitch giving me a lap dance, but honey heavy
She weighs more than a 3500 Chevy
She lifted her belly, wack surprise
Pussy had fro like the Jackson 5! Just then, rounds! Rounds! Get down!
They wanna nix this "Wicked Clown!"
"I Took a look, the girl was cooked
Her head exploded Reached for the uzi at my foot" and I unloaded!
But them hoes got away in time
And my bitch headless, but she'll be fine I shot back in the passion's heat
Killed somebody grandma across the street
They all gone die, no, they can't hide
As soon as we find out who?

We gonna ride down to West Vernor Avenue
And open fucking fire! We gonna ride down to West Vernor Avenue
And burn our fucking tires!

The Southwest side like Baghdad, yeah
People get killed for a gang rag, yeah If your my enemy
I'll make your brain hang, yeah Out the side of your head. Big game of tag, uh!
Your it bitch, and "it" means dead
And it was a basehead chick who said, her brothers boys, The Murder Rats, was who tried to kill me
I heard that! Pow bitch! Head paints the wall, Bitch dead, but she ain't fall Still propped up!
Vacant look in her eyes Deaths quiet the surprise

We gonna ride down to West Vernor Avenue
And open fucking fire! We gonna ride down to West Vernor Avenue
And burn our fucking tires!

Looking for revenge... 3 hours Where the fuck are these bitch ass cowards?
Searching the ghetto zone, all sides of it
Like pussy holes, they're rarely seen in public
We asked Big Red and Meth Head Sally
I took a sec and got head in the alley
We went back home, almost got inside But J called, he found em!

Shaggy yo... Them cock suckers tried to kill you!
Dumping hot slugs through your home. What the fuck? Let's ride and go make some headlines! Five dead in the ghetto zone. Whoop whoop!

Duck low, rode by, 3 times, triple checking And as best we wrecking, it's them
Slanging that bath salt, and that spice
Today though, bad advice 4 scrubs in a bucket, pulling up dumping
Empty the full clip, quickly busting Pop! Pap! Pop! Pap! Pop! Pap! "Stop That" Shot dead all 5

We gonna ride down to West Vernor Avenue
And open fucking fire!
We gonna ride down to West Vernor Avenue
And burn our fucking tires!

No one even called the police
Dead on the street all damn week, ok

We gonna ride down to West Vernor Avenue
And open fucking fire! We gonna ride down to West Vernor Avenue
And burn our fucking tires!

done

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