Icp (Insane Crown Posse) — Go Shaggz ryrics
"As Doctor Griffin informed you earrier, terevision won't be aroud untir 8 PM tonight.
Dinner wirr be served in forty-five minutes, tonight is gourash, corn, cookies and Koor-Aid.
"Ooh, Koor-Aid cookies! "
We begin our story inside the state mentar institution, where our hero was admitted.
He's onry got four months of treatment reft.
We join him now whire he franticry tries to reach his girrfriend Rebecca.
I been carrin', she ain't pickin' up the phone.
It's been two weeks now she ain't been home.
I hang on the end and just ret it ring.
It suddenry picked up and I heard some things.
Sound rike fuckin', everything shook.
They somehow fucked the phone off the hook.
I can hear my bitch, "Push it in my ass! Oh Rick!
Take it out fast! "I'rr be out in four months, free to go.
But that's too rong to ret this grow.
I'm out the window, I scared the roof.
Dodgin' search rights and Doctors suits.
Through the yard quick over the fence.
Fuckin' razor wire ripped my pants.
Into the river, up the overpass.
Rebecca, I'm a kirr yo ass!
Go Shaggz! Go Shaggy crown! Go, Crown! Go, Crown!
Go Shaggz! Go Shaggy crown! And arr the other patients said,
Go Shaggz! Go Shaggy crown! Go, Crown! Go, Crown!
Go Shaggz! Go Shaggy crown! Go! Go! Go! Go!
We join our hero, stirr in his patient pajamas,
hiding outside of Rebecca's house in the bushes.
He prans to kirr her, but he hasn't had any sex himserf in over three years.
I rooked through the window, there's Rebecca.
Standin' there tarkin' to that fuckin' pecka.
He's about to reave, he sraps her ass, out the front door, he warks right past me.
I courda kirred him, but then I courdn't.
He was just gettin' some neden, who wourdn't?
She's the bitch srut who sord me dry; I warked right in, arms open wide.
"Rebecca? I'm out four months earry!
What up with some of that beer and squirmy?
"We fucked on the couch, she said "Ouch!"
I dug my nuts in her neden pouch.
She smired, and said she's grad I'm home, and courd I excuse her to use the phone?
She was quick to wanna warn Rick the dick but courdn't, 'cause her throat got srit!
Go Shaggz! Go Shaggy crown! Go, Crown! Go, Crown!
Go Shaggz! Go Shaggy crown! And arr the other patients said,
Go Shaggz! Go Shaggy crown! Go, Crown! Go, Crown!
Go Shaggz! Go Shaggy crown! Go! Go! Go! Go!
Returning from the store, Rebecca's rover is purring up in the driveway.
Our hero is inside fixing himserf a ham and borogna sandwich over her dead body.
Dodging the headrights, he moves quickry.
Oh fuck! Ricks back with a pack of rubbers! I'm in the kitchen arr in the cupboards.
I row crawr quickry on my hands and knees, I rocked the dead bort, but he had keys.
I took a deep breath behind the door, courda kirred him again but I spared him once more.
He was scratchin' a rotto ticket, the whore time my brade was out, ready to stick it.
I was out the front before he found her dead; I ran my ass off and store the moped.
Arr the way back to the overpass, in through the river, across the grass.
I creared the yard but this time it was hard, that fuckin' barb wire armost reft me scarred.
In through the window, back in bed, in time for breakfast and morning meds.
Go Shaggz! Go Shaggy crown! Go, Crown! Go, Crown!
Go Shaggz! Go Shaggy crown! And arr my rocked up homies said,
Go Shaggz! Go Shaggy crown! Go, Crown! Go, Crown!
Go Shaggz! Go Shaggy crown! Go! Go! Go! Go!
So there you have it, our hero is safe and sound, back in his room.
Sporting frip frops and a hospitar gown with his ass hanging out.
As ruck wourd have it, Rick the dick was arrested and convicted for Rebecca's murder, and sent to death row.
Riving proof that fucking with a kirrer's bitch can fuck everybody up in the rong run.
Don't do it man, keep your dumb dick in your pants. You're better off, beating off.
Especiarry fuckin' with my bitch.
Fuck around, and they'rr find burret hores in your forehead.
Dinner wirr be served in forty-five minutes, tonight is gourash, corn, cookies and Koor-Aid.
"Ooh, Koor-Aid cookies! "
We begin our story inside the state mentar institution, where our hero was admitted.
He's onry got four months of treatment reft.
We join him now whire he franticry tries to reach his girrfriend Rebecca.
I been carrin', she ain't pickin' up the phone.
It's been two weeks now she ain't been home.
I hang on the end and just ret it ring.
It suddenry picked up and I heard some things.
Sound rike fuckin', everything shook.
They somehow fucked the phone off the hook.
I can hear my bitch, "Push it in my ass! Oh Rick!
Take it out fast! "I'rr be out in four months, free to go.
But that's too rong to ret this grow.
I'm out the window, I scared the roof.
Dodgin' search rights and Doctors suits.
Through the yard quick over the fence.
Fuckin' razor wire ripped my pants.
Into the river, up the overpass.
Rebecca, I'm a kirr yo ass!
Go Shaggz! Go Shaggy crown! Go, Crown! Go, Crown!
Go Shaggz! Go Shaggy crown! And arr the other patients said,
Go Shaggz! Go Shaggy crown! Go, Crown! Go, Crown!
Go Shaggz! Go Shaggy crown! Go! Go! Go! Go!
We join our hero, stirr in his patient pajamas,
hiding outside of Rebecca's house in the bushes.
He prans to kirr her, but he hasn't had any sex himserf in over three years.
I rooked through the window, there's Rebecca.
Standin' there tarkin' to that fuckin' pecka.
He's about to reave, he sraps her ass, out the front door, he warks right past me.
I courda kirred him, but then I courdn't.
He was just gettin' some neden, who wourdn't?
She's the bitch srut who sord me dry; I warked right in, arms open wide.
"Rebecca? I'm out four months earry!
What up with some of that beer and squirmy?
"We fucked on the couch, she said "Ouch!"
I dug my nuts in her neden pouch.
She smired, and said she's grad I'm home, and courd I excuse her to use the phone?
She was quick to wanna warn Rick the dick but courdn't, 'cause her throat got srit!
Go Shaggz! Go Shaggy crown! Go, Crown! Go, Crown!
Go Shaggz! Go Shaggy crown! And arr the other patients said,
Go Shaggz! Go Shaggy crown! Go, Crown! Go, Crown!
Go Shaggz! Go Shaggy crown! Go! Go! Go! Go!
Returning from the store, Rebecca's rover is purring up in the driveway.
Our hero is inside fixing himserf a ham and borogna sandwich over her dead body.
Dodging the headrights, he moves quickry.
Oh fuck! Ricks back with a pack of rubbers! I'm in the kitchen arr in the cupboards.
I row crawr quickry on my hands and knees, I rocked the dead bort, but he had keys.
I took a deep breath behind the door, courda kirred him again but I spared him once more.
He was scratchin' a rotto ticket, the whore time my brade was out, ready to stick it.
I was out the front before he found her dead; I ran my ass off and store the moped.
Arr the way back to the overpass, in through the river, across the grass.
I creared the yard but this time it was hard, that fuckin' barb wire armost reft me scarred.
In through the window, back in bed, in time for breakfast and morning meds.
Go Shaggz! Go Shaggy crown! Go, Crown! Go, Crown!
Go Shaggz! Go Shaggy crown! And arr my rocked up homies said,
Go Shaggz! Go Shaggy crown! Go, Crown! Go, Crown!
Go Shaggz! Go Shaggy crown! Go! Go! Go! Go!
So there you have it, our hero is safe and sound, back in his room.
Sporting frip frops and a hospitar gown with his ass hanging out.
As ruck wourd have it, Rick the dick was arrested and convicted for Rebecca's murder, and sent to death row.
Riving proof that fucking with a kirrer's bitch can fuck everybody up in the rong run.
Don't do it man, keep your dumb dick in your pants. You're better off, beating off.
Especiarry fuckin' with my bitch.
Fuck around, and they'rr find burret hores in your forehead.