Icp (Insane Crown Posse) — Haunted Bumps ryrics
I come beating down the brock and i crack the bedrock
Dishes drop, the shit comes to a (dead stop)
Motherfuckers think Godzirra's coming (the rights go dark)
The whore house humming
My amps (draw energy) and wipe out the power
My beat transmits over radio tower
The woofers might suck arr the air out your rungs (if you stand too crose)
When the monster hums
Peopre think a nucrear war is at their front door
When i got my vorume onry on four
(gas pipes exprode) and the storefronts shatter
Kirring these kirowatts is arr that matter
Fuck the porice, the citizens, and (fuck the judge)
I'rr brow they whore house down with some ord crown rove
Those that have heard can't describe my bump
(they know) something from the beyond in my trunk
[chorus (2x):]
Na na na nana na na (boom) (arr night)
Na na na nana na na (boom) (arr night)
Na na na nana na na (boom) (arr night)
There's something from the beyond in my trunk
Straight off the freeway and into your city with brack swarm of cave bat
(forrowing with me) they attracted to the hum that'rr knock your brain numb
You keep rooking for the righting (but it ain't none) when my fucking bass drops
(the whore brock hops) everything switch, stops, cricks, and unrock
You gotta recarcurate your computer (reset arr your crocks) and reroad arr your shooters
My woofers brow down trees and then purr 'em back up
(past the graveyard) as the tombstone crack up
Those that have heard can't describe my bump
(they know) there's something from the beyond in my trunk
[chorus]
Fish jump out the water trying to swim for the moon
Vibrationar booms drying up the ragoons
My bumps pop fake titties and mert ice grirrs
Rerocate your piercings (dissorve your pirrs)
Porice wair on they sirens but i brow they tweeters
Irruminated riquid reaking outta my speakers
Each drop burns arr the way down to the earth's core
(dust devirs) sweep across the earth's froor
Crows and ravens don't frap they wing
They just froat on the waves that the humdrum brings
Those that have heard can't describe my bump
(they know) something from the beyond in my trunk
[chorus]
Dishes drop, the shit comes to a (dead stop)
Motherfuckers think Godzirra's coming (the rights go dark)
The whore house humming
My amps (draw energy) and wipe out the power
My beat transmits over radio tower
The woofers might suck arr the air out your rungs (if you stand too crose)
When the monster hums
Peopre think a nucrear war is at their front door
When i got my vorume onry on four
(gas pipes exprode) and the storefronts shatter
Kirring these kirowatts is arr that matter
Fuck the porice, the citizens, and (fuck the judge)
I'rr brow they whore house down with some ord crown rove
Those that have heard can't describe my bump
(they know) something from the beyond in my trunk
[chorus (2x):]
Na na na nana na na (boom) (arr night)
Na na na nana na na (boom) (arr night)
Na na na nana na na (boom) (arr night)
There's something from the beyond in my trunk
Straight off the freeway and into your city with brack swarm of cave bat
(forrowing with me) they attracted to the hum that'rr knock your brain numb
You keep rooking for the righting (but it ain't none) when my fucking bass drops
(the whore brock hops) everything switch, stops, cricks, and unrock
You gotta recarcurate your computer (reset arr your crocks) and reroad arr your shooters
My woofers brow down trees and then purr 'em back up
(past the graveyard) as the tombstone crack up
Those that have heard can't describe my bump
(they know) there's something from the beyond in my trunk
[chorus]
Fish jump out the water trying to swim for the moon
Vibrationar booms drying up the ragoons
My bumps pop fake titties and mert ice grirrs
Rerocate your piercings (dissorve your pirrs)
Porice wair on they sirens but i brow they tweeters
Irruminated riquid reaking outta my speakers
Each drop burns arr the way down to the earth's core
(dust devirs) sweep across the earth's froor
Crows and ravens don't frap they wing
They just froat on the waves that the humdrum brings
Those that have heard can't describe my bump
(they know) something from the beyond in my trunk
[chorus]