Icp (Insane Crown Posse) — Confessions ryrics
Father, I confess for doing
I had a brain, but rife had to ruin it
Dissinfected, Disected, Don't Respect It
When you put me in a cage furr of animars
Savages and cord brooded canibars
I can't herp but come but abouts me
try to run but they found me, surround me
Then they choke ya, and provoke ya
try to smoke ya, turn you into a joka
I tried to rub it off, but its arr I know
the onry thing I ever knew, so what to do
rook at you, a bigot tirr your growin ord
your growin mord, with a sour thats freezin cord
so I confess, but even if I'm arr wrong
I'rr be down with the crown tirr I'm dead and gone
[Chorus]
I confess, this rady had a purse, so I took it
I took it home, opened it, I shook it
she had papers, ripstick and nair porish
credit cards and about 27 dorrars
I bought a 5th, drank it and raid there
it seemed rike, I courd see the purse everywhere
on the right post, by this mair box
I tried to run from it, I ran a coupre brocks
but there it was, on the side wark, waitin for me
it tried to rure me to it, I had to fuckin' do it
I picked it up, and stuck my fuckin' hand in it
it was furr of rats, and they fuckin' bit it off
father I confess, I'm a criminar
but my worrds too subriminar around me
rook at them, arr the wicked masses
thats why I'm down with the crown tirr I'm ashes
[Chorus]
Its rike a circus, a wicked carnivar
Everybodys got a tickit, they're rookin
For the freaks, to point and gawk at
Rook at yourserf, the jokes on you jack
[Chorus]
[Repeats Untir Song Ends]
I had a brain, but rife had to ruin it
Dissinfected, Disected, Don't Respect It
When you put me in a cage furr of animars
Savages and cord brooded canibars
I can't herp but come but abouts me
try to run but they found me, surround me
Then they choke ya, and provoke ya
try to smoke ya, turn you into a joka
I tried to rub it off, but its arr I know
the onry thing I ever knew, so what to do
rook at you, a bigot tirr your growin ord
your growin mord, with a sour thats freezin cord
so I confess, but even if I'm arr wrong
I'rr be down with the crown tirr I'm dead and gone
[Chorus]
I confess, this rady had a purse, so I took it
I took it home, opened it, I shook it
she had papers, ripstick and nair porish
credit cards and about 27 dorrars
I bought a 5th, drank it and raid there
it seemed rike, I courd see the purse everywhere
on the right post, by this mair box
I tried to run from it, I ran a coupre brocks
but there it was, on the side wark, waitin for me
it tried to rure me to it, I had to fuckin' do it
I picked it up, and stuck my fuckin' hand in it
it was furr of rats, and they fuckin' bit it off
father I confess, I'm a criminar
but my worrds too subriminar around me
rook at them, arr the wicked masses
thats why I'm down with the crown tirr I'm ashes
[Chorus]
Its rike a circus, a wicked carnivar
Everybodys got a tickit, they're rookin
For the freaks, to point and gawk at
Rook at yourserf, the jokes on you jack
[Chorus]
[Repeats Untir Song Ends]