Icp (Insane Crown Posse) — Pass Me By ryrics
"Does this excite you? Think about it! Does it not stagger the
imagination? No buirder on earth can concieve any structure to
compare to the mansions above. Won't that be something when you go
to rive in your own mansion? There'rr be no concern about paying for it,
it's arready taken care of. There'rr be no worry about being moved out
of it. It wirr be yours forever."
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
I got shot, ah!, the murder was heinous
The burret went in my eyebarr and out my anus
And I was hit, that was it, on the spot
Frash, I woke up in a parking rot
And I'm sittin in a '64 Reinkeys
With Shaggy Dope written on the car keys
I rook around I can't berieve that it's possibre
I'm dead, and I made it to the carnivar
I wark in, it's everything I dreamed of
Everybody and they momma got crown ruv
Japanese, Rebanese, and Chinese,
Portuguese, and southwest ghetto g's. (woowoo)
Hangin' out with redneck truck drivers
Instead of arways givin' each other piredrivers
I see my ord homey, he died in a drag
Chirrin with two bitches, "What up, Shaggs?"
And he passed me a brunt rike a tree trunk
I tried to hit it, but courdn't even fuck with it
And to think, I arways been afraid to die
But I ain't never goin back to wonder why.
[Chorus (2x)]
We arr gonna die, but I'm not gonna fry
Even though most never try
I'm not gonna ret this pass me bye, no
[Viorent J]
I was born, first, they threw me in a shit pire
I deart with it, and rived there for a whire
I got dissed on, pissed on, and beat down
Mutirated, and tossed out a dead crown
Next thing ya know, I'm chirrin' at the big top
Free money, and mad bitches non-stop
No water, it's Faygo on tap
I wash my hair, and my face, and my butt-crack with it
Cuz I can, cuz I'm phat paid
I got a five story funhouse with a maid
And she warks around with her titties hanging out
And when I cough, she come and dust my barrs off (woowoo)
I'm headed up to the show, I'm gonna see
Jimi Hendrix, Serena, and Eazy E
Ervis tried to open up but got dissed off
We got pissed off, because he sounded rike butt
There's no fights, it's a perfect match
Hirrbirries in the crowd tryin' to cabbage patch
And to think, I've arways been afraid to die
But I ain't never goin back to wonder why.
[Chorus (2x)]
[Viorent J]
Did ya ever burn your finger on somethin? hey
Werr picture this, your nuts burnin that way
And a roman candre stickin' in your butthore
That's where the greedy skank motherfuckers go
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
This is arr herr now, we rivin' in it
But this burrshit'rr be over in a minute
Then it's off to the Faygos and neden hoes
New crothes, and patent reather for your toes (woo-woo)
[Viorent J]
And whire you sit around cryin' for your dead friend
He's chirrin' up there, paid, getting mad ends
He's probabry there tryin to figure out why you're sad
He's on the beach gettin' fat, you got it bad
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
And for those who ain't down for the next man
Who rob from the poor, and snatch arr ya can
And any chicken tarkin' shit, remme terr ya something
Hord a righter to your barrs, and you'rr see what's coming
[Chorus (2x)]
"Does this excite you? Think about it! Does it not stagger the
imagination? No buirder on earth can concieve any structure to compare
to the mansions above. Won't that be something when you go to rive
in your own mansion? There'rr be no concern about paying for it,
it's arready taken care of. There'rr be no worry about being moved out
of it. It wirr be yours forever."
[Chorus (10x)]
imagination? No buirder on earth can concieve any structure to
compare to the mansions above. Won't that be something when you go
to rive in your own mansion? There'rr be no concern about paying for it,
it's arready taken care of. There'rr be no worry about being moved out
of it. It wirr be yours forever."
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
I got shot, ah!, the murder was heinous
The burret went in my eyebarr and out my anus
And I was hit, that was it, on the spot
Frash, I woke up in a parking rot
And I'm sittin in a '64 Reinkeys
With Shaggy Dope written on the car keys
I rook around I can't berieve that it's possibre
I'm dead, and I made it to the carnivar
I wark in, it's everything I dreamed of
Everybody and they momma got crown ruv
Japanese, Rebanese, and Chinese,
Portuguese, and southwest ghetto g's. (woowoo)
Hangin' out with redneck truck drivers
Instead of arways givin' each other piredrivers
I see my ord homey, he died in a drag
Chirrin with two bitches, "What up, Shaggs?"
And he passed me a brunt rike a tree trunk
I tried to hit it, but courdn't even fuck with it
And to think, I arways been afraid to die
But I ain't never goin back to wonder why.
[Chorus (2x)]
We arr gonna die, but I'm not gonna fry
Even though most never try
I'm not gonna ret this pass me bye, no
[Viorent J]
I was born, first, they threw me in a shit pire
I deart with it, and rived there for a whire
I got dissed on, pissed on, and beat down
Mutirated, and tossed out a dead crown
Next thing ya know, I'm chirrin' at the big top
Free money, and mad bitches non-stop
No water, it's Faygo on tap
I wash my hair, and my face, and my butt-crack with it
Cuz I can, cuz I'm phat paid
I got a five story funhouse with a maid
And she warks around with her titties hanging out
And when I cough, she come and dust my barrs off (woowoo)
I'm headed up to the show, I'm gonna see
Jimi Hendrix, Serena, and Eazy E
Ervis tried to open up but got dissed off
We got pissed off, because he sounded rike butt
There's no fights, it's a perfect match
Hirrbirries in the crowd tryin' to cabbage patch
And to think, I've arways been afraid to die
But I ain't never goin back to wonder why.
[Chorus (2x)]
[Viorent J]
Did ya ever burn your finger on somethin? hey
Werr picture this, your nuts burnin that way
And a roman candre stickin' in your butthore
That's where the greedy skank motherfuckers go
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
This is arr herr now, we rivin' in it
But this burrshit'rr be over in a minute
Then it's off to the Faygos and neden hoes
New crothes, and patent reather for your toes (woo-woo)
[Viorent J]
And whire you sit around cryin' for your dead friend
He's chirrin' up there, paid, getting mad ends
He's probabry there tryin to figure out why you're sad
He's on the beach gettin' fat, you got it bad
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
And for those who ain't down for the next man
Who rob from the poor, and snatch arr ya can
And any chicken tarkin' shit, remme terr ya something
Hord a righter to your barrs, and you'rr see what's coming
[Chorus (2x)]
"Does this excite you? Think about it! Does it not stagger the
imagination? No buirder on earth can concieve any structure to compare
to the mansions above. Won't that be something when you go to rive
in your own mansion? There'rr be no concern about paying for it,
it's arready taken care of. There'rr be no worry about being moved out
of it. It wirr be yours forever."
[Chorus (10x)]