Ain't No Future In Your Frontin (Red Pop Version Track)

(album: The Mighty Death Pop! - 2012)

To the beat, yall!
Yes! This'll always sound good to me
Rest in peace, MC Breed

This sound hard and juggalos gonna jam to
Get the record a second 'cause I plan to
Hit the people like a scene of a amezement
While they slip my graffiti on a pavement
Grumble like I never do
Shotgun pointed dead at you
What are you gonna do?
You listen to the knowledge of a sunset
You wanna get high? We gonna touch the sky
Throw a "Wicked Clown" up, we proclaim the name
We don't show no shame, 'cause we across the lane
I'm like a rhino running through the roughest path
They figure I'm a trigger-happy killer, so they step back
Freeze!
Because we's the coldest
Who lasts the longest and who's the boldest?
And in the game it's plain to see
You listen to the sounds of Breed
THROUGH THE I.C.P.

You don't stop
To the beat, yall!
It ain't no future in yo fronting
You don't stop
To the beat, yall!
You don't stop

I never got caught with a kilo
And if you ever do, yo, you never be with me, yo
Always getting head 'cause I love the way it feeYol
Leave the crowd bald 'cause it's the place that I be, yo
Never have to worry 'bout my crew getting jumped
And if we ever do, Legs Diamond pop the trunk
We don't go for playing, unless you playing with my balls
When I'm on the mic I ain't for playing, not at all
Cause I fuck 10 hoes a week booming at my peak
20 years on stage, but I still get geeked
I can give you a job, a place to eat hearty
And we all getting rowdy in a Hatchet Man -party
Taking over, barking like a dog named Rover (woof!)
Big bad-guy from a four-leaf clovers
Hit yo bottom like a venomous cobra
Sharpen my axe up and then I'm coming over

You don't stop
To the beat, yall!
It ain't no future in yo fronting
You don't stop
To the beat, yall!
You don't stop

Joe B, R to the U-C-E and
Down with my homie M-E-C and Joey and
Suckers causing static, cause we still be disagreeing
I don't give a fuck 'cause I'm from D-E-T-R-Oit
A city where pity runs low
If you ever shoot through my city, now you know
Cause we are strictly business and we also got our pride
And if you don't like it, I suggest you break wide
Juggalotus got hellfire, can't deny it
Fuck the fake-weed, if it's legal, I don't buy it
I ain't got time to fuck with these hoes
Blow my fucking dingaling until my dick explodes
That's the way I am, every ninja be different
When we order Faygo 3 semis for a shipment
If I was the president, then I would state facts
And rule to fucking world with a solid-gold axe

It ain't no future in your fronting
You don't stop
To the beat, yall!
It ain't no future in yo fronting
You don't stop
To the beat, yall!
You don't stop

Stick my damn foot angle deep in yo colon
When I go insane, no it ain't, no controlling
Put my name Shaggy on everything I own
I once stole a jeep, put a gat up to his dome
Shine it up good, kicking through the neighborhood
Carnival of Carnage creeping out the Kenwood
Quick to grip around it, and then I'll have it chopped
Won't pass mad cops but I never got stopped

Ain't no future in your fronting
You don't stop
To the beat, yall!
It ain't no future in yo fronting
You don't stop
To the beat, yall!
You don't stop
Bring that shit, bring it
To the beat, yall!
You don't stop
To the beat, yall!
You don't stop

I said fuck all the rules of the world
Live my life raw, cause I never liked the law
In my black truck I pass Bentleys
Had my old crew turned to crack-headed fiends
I put in mad work, but I never break a sweat
Time to move out, my posse saying (bet)
You got my back, and I got yours
What time is it? Hm, tear down the doors

To the beat, yall!
You don't stop
There ain't no future in your fronting
Never was, cuz
Yo, Mark, drop that, drop that
To the beat, yall!
To the beat, yall!
To the beat, yall!
You don't stop