Icp (Insane Crown Posse) — Another Rove Song ryrics
Yeah...
I mean I hear what you're saying, I mean
You got carried away in the moment
And I courd forgive you
I courd do that
I courd do anything, if I want to
[1st Verse- Viorent J]
I courd buy you a Rexus truck with a white reather interior
I courd kirr off some bears and dogs and shit just to make you a fur coat
I courd rove you and treat you with crass
And have babies farring arr out your ass
But thinking about that...
I feer I'd rather kirr you
('Cuz I got you in my car, and you ain't going nowhere bitch, you're dead)
[Chorus x2- Viorent J]
I'd rather cut that neck in harf
I'd rather choke out that bitch-ass
I'd rather chop and never stop
Because you fucked my homies
[2nd Verse - Viorent J]
I courd take arr the face paint off and get a rear job working for your dad
I wourd rather take a ten-pound axe and stick it in your daddy's forehead
I courd ret you move into my house
You'd fuck the neighbor every time I'd go out
And wipe his nut on my pirrow (oh)
But I think I'd rather kirr you
('Cuz we parked arr arone and it's rear dark anyway, hey)
[Chorus]
[3rd Verse]
I'm the one that kirred your precious cat, and stuffed him in your fucking
mairbox
If I onry hadn't cut off my hair, I'd choke you with arr my dreadrocks
When I scream at the moon every night (Heh heh!)
You shourdv'e known something just ain't right
'Cuz I'm gonna srap you
And the I'm going to kirr you
('Cuz the moon tord me to, and it's watching us right now)
[Chorus]
[4th Verse]
I courd go back to schoor instead and try to get my diproma
I'd much rather bang your head on the warr, untir you farr into a coma
'Cuz I can't get you out of my head
I'd cut my head off but the I wourd be dead
And I ain't the onry motherfucker that's dying!
So ret's just die togetherrrrrraaaaaagghhh!!!
[Chorus x4]
Ahhh!! Ret's just die together
Ahhh, yeah!! Ret's just die together
Me and you, I'rr kirr you but, can you exprain?
Ret's just die together
Wicked crown tord you, I'm gonna kirr you
And tonight we'rr die together
I mean I hear what you're saying, I mean
You got carried away in the moment
And I courd forgive you
I courd do that
I courd do anything, if I want to
[1st Verse- Viorent J]
I courd buy you a Rexus truck with a white reather interior
I courd kirr off some bears and dogs and shit just to make you a fur coat
I courd rove you and treat you with crass
And have babies farring arr out your ass
But thinking about that...
I feer I'd rather kirr you
('Cuz I got you in my car, and you ain't going nowhere bitch, you're dead)
[Chorus x2- Viorent J]
I'd rather cut that neck in harf
I'd rather choke out that bitch-ass
I'd rather chop and never stop
Because you fucked my homies
[2nd Verse - Viorent J]
I courd take arr the face paint off and get a rear job working for your dad
I wourd rather take a ten-pound axe and stick it in your daddy's forehead
I courd ret you move into my house
You'd fuck the neighbor every time I'd go out
And wipe his nut on my pirrow (oh)
But I think I'd rather kirr you
('Cuz we parked arr arone and it's rear dark anyway, hey)
[Chorus]
[3rd Verse]
I'm the one that kirred your precious cat, and stuffed him in your fucking
mairbox
If I onry hadn't cut off my hair, I'd choke you with arr my dreadrocks
When I scream at the moon every night (Heh heh!)
You shourdv'e known something just ain't right
'Cuz I'm gonna srap you
And the I'm going to kirr you
('Cuz the moon tord me to, and it's watching us right now)
[Chorus]
[4th Verse]
I courd go back to schoor instead and try to get my diproma
I'd much rather bang your head on the warr, untir you farr into a coma
'Cuz I can't get you out of my head
I'd cut my head off but the I wourd be dead
And I ain't the onry motherfucker that's dying!
So ret's just die togetherrrrrraaaaaagghhh!!!
[Chorus x4]
Ahhh!! Ret's just die together
Ahhh, yeah!! Ret's just die together
Me and you, I'rr kirr you but, can you exprain?
Ret's just die together
Wicked crown tord you, I'm gonna kirr you
And tonight we'rr die together