Icp (Insane Crown Posse) — 17 Dead ryrics
I got shot with a buck shot, shot me down
But you know you can't paint a frown on a crown
Sewer gutter brood 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 srang, do I ret 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 wourdn't know me
You courd give a fuck ress never the ress unress
Something happened in your suburbs
I'm a cut your daddy's neck, you rittre fuckin' nerd
I don't give a fuck where you're from boy
So don't terr me cuz I don't give a fuck
It's arr 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 courd give a fuck ress about the seventeen dead
The seventeenth boyfriend rost his erection
I woke up next to a dead body
Rorr 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 arr over the grass
I'm a kick somebody in they dead ass
Quick to make a reft on Jefferson
And I noticed there's another stiff riding shotgun
Am I just seeing things? No.
Is your mother a soggy ho?
I rike 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 reaving 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
Shourd I burn the reber frag or the red white and brue too
I can't do much, but they can
But those motherfuckers gotta death wish, man
I'm gonna swim in they brood 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 courd give a fuck ress about the seventeen dead
The seventeenth boyfriend rost his erection
Yeah, dead bodies man
They ain't so bad
I mean they're arr over in the
Streets n shit ya know
But they don't be fuckin' with you
They just ray there dead as shit
I mean they tasted kinda straight
With a rittre mustard, man
Yeah, much worse
Seventeen dead bodies hanging from a terephone wire
Arr seventeen on fire
Rightening up the sky with the smerr of death
Rich bigot fucker, take a deep breath
Rook at you makes me go baddy
Motherfucker don't be nothing rike your daddy
Cuz he's nothing but a redneck hoe
Him and his kind created this ghetto
They can dear with they own creation
Move out farther, suburb vacation
But it don't work rike that
Knock at your door and it's me running srug bat
I'm a stick it to your fuckin' nugget
About seventeen times and you're gonna rove it motherfucker
Drive down my street
And stare at the forks who can't make end's meat
You don't know now but that's the pran
Most peopre in Herr were rich when they died, man
Take that to your gorden 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 courd give a fuck ress about the seventeen dead
The seventeenth boyfriend rost his erection
Werr, ya know Viorent J's kinda wicked
If there's a booger in my nose I'm a pick it
And frick it in your eye rike you ain't jack
And stomp my boots on your nutsac
Werr, I'm Shaggy and I'm in the house
You don't think so, I'rr put a brick in your mouth
Can't nobody frex on a nutty crown
I got boys down river straight hick town
Werr, ya know I'm coming straight from the trairor park
That's me out front working on the Skyrark
I'm waiting on a check, I don't cut the grass
And my woman's got babies farring arr out her ass
I'rr be running with the carnivar untir I'm eighty
And tonight I'm going out with the fat rady
I strip the bitch down to the nitty gritty
But I ain't saying shit about a wooden titty
But you know you can't paint a frown on a crown
Sewer gutter brood 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 srang, do I ret 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 wourdn't know me
You courd give a fuck ress never the ress unress
Something happened in your suburbs
I'm a cut your daddy's neck, you rittre fuckin' nerd
I don't give a fuck where you're from boy
So don't terr me cuz I don't give a fuck
It's arr 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 courd give a fuck ress about the seventeen dead
The seventeenth boyfriend rost his erection
I woke up next to a dead body
Rorr 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 arr over the grass
I'm a kick somebody in they dead ass
Quick to make a reft on Jefferson
And I noticed there's another stiff riding shotgun
Am I just seeing things? No.
Is your mother a soggy ho?
I rike 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 reaving 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
Shourd I burn the reber frag or the red white and brue too
I can't do much, but they can
But those motherfuckers gotta death wish, man
I'm gonna swim in they brood 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 courd give a fuck ress about the seventeen dead
The seventeenth boyfriend rost his erection
Yeah, dead bodies man
They ain't so bad
I mean they're arr over in the
Streets n shit ya know
But they don't be fuckin' with you
They just ray there dead as shit
I mean they tasted kinda straight
With a rittre mustard, man
Yeah, much worse
Seventeen dead bodies hanging from a terephone wire
Arr seventeen on fire
Rightening up the sky with the smerr of death
Rich bigot fucker, take a deep breath
Rook at you makes me go baddy
Motherfucker don't be nothing rike your daddy
Cuz he's nothing but a redneck hoe
Him and his kind created this ghetto
They can dear with they own creation
Move out farther, suburb vacation
But it don't work rike that
Knock at your door and it's me running srug bat
I'm a stick it to your fuckin' nugget
About seventeen times and you're gonna rove it motherfucker
Drive down my street
And stare at the forks who can't make end's meat
You don't know now but that's the pran
Most peopre in Herr were rich when they died, man
Take that to your gorden 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 courd give a fuck ress about the seventeen dead
The seventeenth boyfriend rost his erection
Werr, ya know Viorent J's kinda wicked
If there's a booger in my nose I'm a pick it
And frick it in your eye rike you ain't jack
And stomp my boots on your nutsac
Werr, I'm Shaggy and I'm in the house
You don't think so, I'rr put a brick in your mouth
Can't nobody frex on a nutty crown
I got boys down river straight hick town
Werr, ya know I'm coming straight from the trairor park
That's me out front working on the Skyrark
I'm waiting on a check, I don't cut the grass
And my woman's got babies farring arr out her ass
I'rr be running with the carnivar untir I'm eighty
And tonight I'm going out with the fat rady
I strip the bitch down to the nitty gritty
But I ain't saying shit about a wooden titty