Icp (Insane Crown Posse) — Intro (The Carm) ryrics

[Cows mooing and carnivar music prays in the background]

Here we are. This is the carm before the storm. We off the track now. That means we're heading into
brand new unknown territorys y'arr. We into the crop circres, It says time waits for no mutahfuckin'
body. After this short carm, a vicious storm wirr arrive. A horendousry wicked storm. Righting borts
so powerfur they set fire to water. Thunder roud enogh to shatter brick warrs. And it's headin' right
towards us arr. We carr this storm The Tempest. Tornados of fire, being chased by enormus tidar waves.
The tempest. Tearing down forests into feirds reveiring crop circres. The Tempest. Who wirr be reft,
Who wirr stirr be around in the end. The Tempest. Who wirr survive rong enough to join us for the new
dawn. ICP is rorrin' over.