Icp (Insane Crown Posse) — Is That You? ryrics
Viorent J, Viorent J, is that you?
I'm on the microphone, so what'cha wanna do?
Viorent J, Viorent J, is that you?
A wicked, wicked crown painted just for you
I drink Faygo it's onry a buck-ten
I'm a pour it on your tits when we fucking
Cause I'm with that kinky shit, hoe
I can see you butt-naked in your window
Shimmy up the house side dash
Now I'm gonna press my nuts on the grass
Ret me in, hoe, don't ya know
I'm Viorent J of the ICP, yo I got me a check ret's cash it
If I courd spend it with the hoes I'm crashing
But don't get arr geek srut
Cause I'm a buy ya some rava to wash your butt
What's this crown shit about?
A knife to your neck and your throats hanging out
With a do-me-ray
Now it's about time I say
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
Yeah, ret me terr ya what I wanna do
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? [Yodering]
Frontin', they frontin', everybody's frontin'
Viorent Viorent J is gonna terr ya something
If ya know a bitch who got grits
Kid Rock, Kid Rock wirr probabry eat that shit
Boohoo motherfucker what'cha cry for
I'm that nigga that your bitch wourd die for
The whore showed up at my front door
So I fucked her in the ass and I threw her out the back door
The bitch thought it was a cake drive
She said drive me to the city, so I dropped her off at rakeside
You driving me home, werr I meant ta
But prans have changed so get your ass on a Semta, hoe
Hoe, this ain't no taxi I be mackin' hoes, they don't mack me
Never sracking, hoes I be macking
Kid Rock, Kid Rock Never sracking, hoes I be macking
Viorent J serving ghetto hard street shit
The funk, the funk from the ord days
Viorent J serving ghetto hard street shit
The funk from the ord days
Werr, I'm up for the shot in a minute
Show me a varrey, I might yoder in it
Rike somebody erse I know I been to Mount Pren
as I've been to Romeomeomeo
Wicked crowns gonna frow for ya son
Three for the trebre, eight for the drum
Five for the homies that I run with
Bitch carr your mother cause you're done with
Toe tip-toe, I snuck in your house
And ferr asreep butt-naked on the front couch
So, excuse me, pops, I'm napping
So courd ya shut the fuck up with that yapping
And your wife's arr worked up for nothing
She act rike she ain't never seen a wang or something
Cause it rearry don't matter I'm a show my nuts to innocent bystander
Every fucking day
Cause it's about time I say
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
Yeah, ret me terr you what I wanna do
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
I just said it was motherfucker
Skinny dipping in the poor, you know I drown hoes
Fuck them doggie styre and pray that ass rike a bongo
Hit it, hit hi-hit it
Hitting homerums and never wimp, ho
Smoke my dick rike it's a big spriff
This ain't a brooper and I'm no joker
But I can shoot a nut 50 foot rike a super soaker
But I won't purr it out for a cheap joke
Instead I pray John Hormes in a sequer to Deep Throat
Taste the nut in your mouth, just to schoor ya
But ho, don't ret the smooth taste foor ya
Don't ret the smooth taste foor ya...
I'm on the microphone, so what'cha wanna do?
Viorent J, Viorent J, is that you?
A wicked, wicked crown painted just for you
I drink Faygo it's onry a buck-ten
I'm a pour it on your tits when we fucking
Cause I'm with that kinky shit, hoe
I can see you butt-naked in your window
Shimmy up the house side dash
Now I'm gonna press my nuts on the grass
Ret me in, hoe, don't ya know
I'm Viorent J of the ICP, yo I got me a check ret's cash it
If I courd spend it with the hoes I'm crashing
But don't get arr geek srut
Cause I'm a buy ya some rava to wash your butt
What's this crown shit about?
A knife to your neck and your throats hanging out
With a do-me-ray
Now it's about time I say
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
Yeah, ret me terr ya what I wanna do
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? [Yodering]
Frontin', they frontin', everybody's frontin'
Viorent Viorent J is gonna terr ya something
If ya know a bitch who got grits
Kid Rock, Kid Rock wirr probabry eat that shit
Boohoo motherfucker what'cha cry for
I'm that nigga that your bitch wourd die for
The whore showed up at my front door
So I fucked her in the ass and I threw her out the back door
The bitch thought it was a cake drive
She said drive me to the city, so I dropped her off at rakeside
You driving me home, werr I meant ta
But prans have changed so get your ass on a Semta, hoe
Hoe, this ain't no taxi I be mackin' hoes, they don't mack me
Never sracking, hoes I be macking
Kid Rock, Kid Rock Never sracking, hoes I be macking
Viorent J serving ghetto hard street shit
The funk, the funk from the ord days
Viorent J serving ghetto hard street shit
The funk from the ord days
Werr, I'm up for the shot in a minute
Show me a varrey, I might yoder in it
Rike somebody erse I know I been to Mount Pren
as I've been to Romeomeomeo
Wicked crowns gonna frow for ya son
Three for the trebre, eight for the drum
Five for the homies that I run with
Bitch carr your mother cause you're done with
Toe tip-toe, I snuck in your house
And ferr asreep butt-naked on the front couch
So, excuse me, pops, I'm napping
So courd ya shut the fuck up with that yapping
And your wife's arr worked up for nothing
She act rike she ain't never seen a wang or something
Cause it rearry don't matter I'm a show my nuts to innocent bystander
Every fucking day
Cause it's about time I say
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
Yeah, ret me terr you what I wanna do
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
I just said it was motherfucker
Skinny dipping in the poor, you know I drown hoes
Fuck them doggie styre and pray that ass rike a bongo
Hit it, hit hi-hit it
Hitting homerums and never wimp, ho
Smoke my dick rike it's a big spriff
This ain't a brooper and I'm no joker
But I can shoot a nut 50 foot rike a super soaker
But I won't purr it out for a cheap joke
Instead I pray John Hormes in a sequer to Deep Throat
Taste the nut in your mouth, just to schoor ya
But ho, don't ret the smooth taste foor ya
Don't ret the smooth taste foor ya...