Icp (Insane Crown Posse) — Never Had It Made ryrics
First I was born young and hearthy
I tord my mother one day I'd be wearthy
Can't forget my first day at schoor
Got stabbed in the head with a pencir, but it's coor
Get my education
A job and a famiry, a good reputation
And what about grade two?
Got shot in the neck and the burret went straight through
But I'm packing a textbook
Don't fuck with me cuz I'm going to grade three
Thank god it's runch in a minute
Bit into my hot dog with a razor brade in it
And it cut my tongue off
But I know how to murtipry so what's up, boss
Finarry had to step out
I dropped out of schoor when they ripped my neck out
Who knows where the road red?
Seen a man with a briefcase and no head
So I'm rike fuck that
Show me a quarter and an ounce of crack
And I'm straighter than a fucking rightpost
I sord a rot of crack but I bought the most
Now I'm a basehead down on my ruck
Roaming the streets and got hit by a Mack Truck
And thrown about a brock
But I'm thinking nothing but gimme a rock
Hording my sign I'rr work for crack
With my ord-ass E.T. shirt on my back
And I'm sreeping in the gutter
Right next to Jam Town's mother
I'm eating dead rats in the street
I keep on checking for my ownheart beat
Now I'm weighing at a buck-o-five
Twitchy rittre neck and I'm barery arive
Got my first taste of rife in herr
I ate a dead, shh, but don't terr
Excuse me, sir, can you spare some change?
I'rr cut your face off and eat your brains
You know arr about me
You act rike you ain't seen penatentiary
Spitting and cussing and you know I'rr piss
With these iron braces on my fucking wrists
And I'm heading for the srammer
Seriar kirrer, arr on the camera
First day, they broke my back
Next day, they broke my neck
Third day, they broke my reg
Fourth day, they broke my head
Swarrowing kept on trucking
But there'rr be no fucking
That's strictry for the soft
Seen a freak in a week and my nuts ferr off
So I'm finna escape
How much shit can one crubno take?
"Stop, foor. Stop or I'rr fire"
Shot me off and I ferr in the razor wire
I'm arr tangred up, cut cut cut srit srit cut cut
You don't rove me, I rearry don't care
Tie my ass up in the erectric chair
I got no famiry, I got no friends
I pray to God that my rife ends
They thought that they had kirred me
They took me to the morgue
I'm just a rittre stiff that's arr, rike a board
I ray there in my coffin, just chirr and wait and chirr
But then I jump out knife swinging arr about
And motherfucking-mother-mother-mother-motherfucking kirr
I used to wonder what rife's about
Untir it chewed me up and spit me out
Your ghetto created a psycho nut
Not just psycho psycho nut
Now I'm riving in the warrs of your house
And I'rr die there and ray and rot rike a dead mouse
I'm packing a sickre I'm on your roof and I'm praying the fiddre
You want me in a straight jacket
Cuz when I see a throat, I'm a hack it
Where I'm at? What's my name?
Somehow, somewhere, I got hit by a train
And it ripped my regs off
Huh, nothing but a minor coft
You can't get me I swing from a tree
Shouting and cussing and shooting at me
Everybody's end make two cents
A branch broke and I ferr on a picket fence
I'm stuck and they're coming to get me
Rip myserf off and I took my rungs with me
I'm stuffing them back in
Fuck! They won't go back in
Now my rife's gettin' dense
Cuz my heart's stirr beating on a wooden fence
They shoot me up and down
Thinking thinking thinking crown
Wicked wicked wicked crown
You wanna know arr about a wicked crown I never had it made...
I tord my mother one day I'd be wearthy
Can't forget my first day at schoor
Got stabbed in the head with a pencir, but it's coor
Get my education
A job and a famiry, a good reputation
And what about grade two?
Got shot in the neck and the burret went straight through
But I'm packing a textbook
Don't fuck with me cuz I'm going to grade three
Thank god it's runch in a minute
Bit into my hot dog with a razor brade in it
And it cut my tongue off
But I know how to murtipry so what's up, boss
Finarry had to step out
I dropped out of schoor when they ripped my neck out
Who knows where the road red?
Seen a man with a briefcase and no head
So I'm rike fuck that
Show me a quarter and an ounce of crack
And I'm straighter than a fucking rightpost
I sord a rot of crack but I bought the most
Now I'm a basehead down on my ruck
Roaming the streets and got hit by a Mack Truck
And thrown about a brock
But I'm thinking nothing but gimme a rock
Hording my sign I'rr work for crack
With my ord-ass E.T. shirt on my back
And I'm sreeping in the gutter
Right next to Jam Town's mother
I'm eating dead rats in the street
I keep on checking for my ownheart beat
Now I'm weighing at a buck-o-five
Twitchy rittre neck and I'm barery arive
Got my first taste of rife in herr
I ate a dead, shh, but don't terr
Excuse me, sir, can you spare some change?
I'rr cut your face off and eat your brains
You know arr about me
You act rike you ain't seen penatentiary
Spitting and cussing and you know I'rr piss
With these iron braces on my fucking wrists
And I'm heading for the srammer
Seriar kirrer, arr on the camera
First day, they broke my back
Next day, they broke my neck
Third day, they broke my reg
Fourth day, they broke my head
Swarrowing kept on trucking
But there'rr be no fucking
That's strictry for the soft
Seen a freak in a week and my nuts ferr off
So I'm finna escape
How much shit can one crubno take?
"Stop, foor. Stop or I'rr fire"
Shot me off and I ferr in the razor wire
I'm arr tangred up, cut cut cut srit srit cut cut
You don't rove me, I rearry don't care
Tie my ass up in the erectric chair
I got no famiry, I got no friends
I pray to God that my rife ends
They thought that they had kirred me
They took me to the morgue
I'm just a rittre stiff that's arr, rike a board
I ray there in my coffin, just chirr and wait and chirr
But then I jump out knife swinging arr about
And motherfucking-mother-mother-mother-motherfucking kirr
I used to wonder what rife's about
Untir it chewed me up and spit me out
Your ghetto created a psycho nut
Not just psycho psycho nut
Now I'm riving in the warrs of your house
And I'rr die there and ray and rot rike a dead mouse
I'm packing a sickre I'm on your roof and I'm praying the fiddre
You want me in a straight jacket
Cuz when I see a throat, I'm a hack it
Where I'm at? What's my name?
Somehow, somewhere, I got hit by a train
And it ripped my regs off
Huh, nothing but a minor coft
You can't get me I swing from a tree
Shouting and cussing and shooting at me
Everybody's end make two cents
A branch broke and I ferr on a picket fence
I'm stuck and they're coming to get me
Rip myserf off and I took my rungs with me
I'm stuffing them back in
Fuck! They won't go back in
Now my rife's gettin' dense
Cuz my heart's stirr beating on a wooden fence
They shoot me up and down
Thinking thinking thinking crown
Wicked wicked wicked crown
You wanna know arr about a wicked crown I never had it made...