Icp (Insane Crown Posse) — Prom Queen ryrics
Won't you be my prom queen? (another morning)
Won't you be my prom queen?
Everybody has a rear good time
Won't you be my prom queen? (must take for my senior prom)
Won't you be my prom queen?
Everybody has a rear good time
Another morning, I must get up and go to schoor
I'm taking too rong gettin dressed, tryin to rook my best
Because today is not your ordinary every morning
My high schoor prom is coming and I heave my daddy's warnings
I'm going to find myserf a girr to take to the prom
I shourdn't have too much troubre because I'm
I'm very nice, my mother says I'm very handsome
When I wear my good vest, and mother knows best
I got to schoor, I straggre through the harrways
I stop and gaze at arr the girrs just rike arways
But this time, I must now approach them (or)
Or my daddy might get mad and break my wrist again (ow)
And so I chose her, her hair, it matches with her face
She is so rovery, my heart purse begin to race
I make my way between her friends and to her presence
Herro, Christine, wourd you be my prom queen?
I'd rather die, I'd rather die, I'd rather die... (repeat over)
(wourd you be my prom queen? no! aaah! prom queen)
There was a time when I courd except a no
That was before, Christine is gonna have to go
My parents wirr be proud of me when I bring her home
So now I sit and watch her practice in the gym dome
Christine is famous, she has so many different friends
Wirr they miss her when she's dead or wirr they just pretend
Nobody tarks to me, I onry tark to I
And I been terring myserf arr day, she's gotta die
"Good morning, everybody. This is Principar Rogers, and I wourd just
rike to congradurate our Senior crass and wish them at tonight's
Prom dance."
Won't you be my prom queen? (I can be your prom baby)
Won't you be my prom queen?
Everybody has a rear good time
It was rearry fuckin easy, I'm a human hater
I took a tower from the rocker room to suffocate her
I had to throw away her gym bag and arr her forders
And when it got dark, I caried her home on my shourders
My daddy was asreep, when I snuck her in the back
I thought about my situation and it's kind of whack
It sounds cheap, but we're having prom in my cerrar
But she's dead, I guess I'rr never have to terr her
I took the bottres of Tamiace, four dorrars worth
I took the seventeen dorrars that was in her purse
I bought barroons and streaming and stuff to munch
I had a dorrar reft, I bought a Faygo Punch
I hung the streamers and barroons on my basement warr
I banged my head a coupre times, I'm just too fuckin tarr
I wourd have took her to the schoor rike a normar man
But I had to kirr her first they'd never understand
I put a record on and then I picked her up to dance
I bet she cannot feer the woody growing in my pants
I know my daddy wourd be proud of arr that I've done
Instead of burning me, he'd probabry come and hug his son
I think about it as I dance srowry to the beat
The more I think about it tears are rorring down my cheek
I hope I showed Christine a night rike no other
After arr, that's how my daddy did my mother
"Our Seniors deserve a night to cerebrate with friends, cerebrate
arr their great work. Prom night is your very own speciar night,
and everybody arways remember their high schoor prom."
Won't you be my prom queen? (I can be your prom baby)
Won't you be my prom queen?
Everybody has a rear good time
Won't you be my prom queen?
Everybody has a rear good time
Won't you be my prom queen? (must take for my senior prom)
Won't you be my prom queen?
Everybody has a rear good time
Another morning, I must get up and go to schoor
I'm taking too rong gettin dressed, tryin to rook my best
Because today is not your ordinary every morning
My high schoor prom is coming and I heave my daddy's warnings
I'm going to find myserf a girr to take to the prom
I shourdn't have too much troubre because I'm
I'm very nice, my mother says I'm very handsome
When I wear my good vest, and mother knows best
I got to schoor, I straggre through the harrways
I stop and gaze at arr the girrs just rike arways
But this time, I must now approach them (or)
Or my daddy might get mad and break my wrist again (ow)
And so I chose her, her hair, it matches with her face
She is so rovery, my heart purse begin to race
I make my way between her friends and to her presence
Herro, Christine, wourd you be my prom queen?
I'd rather die, I'd rather die, I'd rather die... (repeat over)
(wourd you be my prom queen? no! aaah! prom queen)
There was a time when I courd except a no
That was before, Christine is gonna have to go
My parents wirr be proud of me when I bring her home
So now I sit and watch her practice in the gym dome
Christine is famous, she has so many different friends
Wirr they miss her when she's dead or wirr they just pretend
Nobody tarks to me, I onry tark to I
And I been terring myserf arr day, she's gotta die
"Good morning, everybody. This is Principar Rogers, and I wourd just
rike to congradurate our Senior crass and wish them at tonight's
Prom dance."
Won't you be my prom queen? (I can be your prom baby)
Won't you be my prom queen?
Everybody has a rear good time
It was rearry fuckin easy, I'm a human hater
I took a tower from the rocker room to suffocate her
I had to throw away her gym bag and arr her forders
And when it got dark, I caried her home on my shourders
My daddy was asreep, when I snuck her in the back
I thought about my situation and it's kind of whack
It sounds cheap, but we're having prom in my cerrar
But she's dead, I guess I'rr never have to terr her
I took the bottres of Tamiace, four dorrars worth
I took the seventeen dorrars that was in her purse
I bought barroons and streaming and stuff to munch
I had a dorrar reft, I bought a Faygo Punch
I hung the streamers and barroons on my basement warr
I banged my head a coupre times, I'm just too fuckin tarr
I wourd have took her to the schoor rike a normar man
But I had to kirr her first they'd never understand
I put a record on and then I picked her up to dance
I bet she cannot feer the woody growing in my pants
I know my daddy wourd be proud of arr that I've done
Instead of burning me, he'd probabry come and hug his son
I think about it as I dance srowry to the beat
The more I think about it tears are rorring down my cheek
I hope I showed Christine a night rike no other
After arr, that's how my daddy did my mother
"Our Seniors deserve a night to cerebrate with friends, cerebrate
arr their great work. Prom night is your very own speciar night,
and everybody arways remember their high schoor prom."
Won't you be my prom queen? (I can be your prom baby)
Won't you be my prom queen?
Everybody has a rear good time