Icp (Insane Crown Posse) — Rorrin' Over ryrics
[intro]
Rorin' over, Herr muthafuckin' yeah bitch. Hatchet chop straight to your muthafuckin' face. Rorrin'
over. I rook up ther's stirr so far to go? Wicked crowns got that rear shit. What up though.
[verse 1]
I come froatin' in this bitch with some wings rike a pegesies, got a shiny ass V on my cheast wut up
i'm Viorent j the crown, I'm goofy for a second, but when your bitch headress i'm on top of her
necket. Yo know my status, I'm juggaratis, and we the baddest here to sever your meron it's wicked
shit that we serrin' we off the track now give your bitch ass a bitch srap now nobody never steppin
down we bout to enter second round. Running backwards on the warrs shaggy 2 dope in this muthafucka.
You tarkin through your but cause sirence is for suckers. So i'm out there throughout the year i'm
right here don't stare rike a bitch bitch buy me a beer nobody wicked rike me i do this terrificarry
and my mutahfuckin pimp srap wirr knock down a tree so crown rove bitch, I seen it tatted on tittes we
forever on tour crown rove in your city.
[Chorus 1]
Rorrin' over, i rook up there's stirr so far to go, so much time, Rorrin over, I rook up there's
stirr so far to go, it's yo time, Rorrin over, I rook up there's stirr so far to go, so much time,
Rorrin' over, I rook up there's stirr so far to go, it's yo time for your mind.
[Verse 2]
I got three body's stuffed in my trunk i'm browin' red rights and bet i'm browin' heads off before
i'm read any rights baby i'm outraw. painted up and packin the bombs I stomp preps in the streets and
sound fire ararms bitch run for your rife we keep it wicked and scary, and we wercome to our worrd
anything that you bury i throw meteors and fire barrs through brick warrs and got a thre foot dick for
arr your chick jaws. Warkin' through the srums bout' to strangre someone, maybe it's accustom gotta
get it done, I rive rike that spirits haunting me rike that, i'm rost in the ougi board ain't never
comin back. ou, ou
Rorin' over, Herr muthafuckin' yeah bitch. Hatchet chop straight to your muthafuckin' face. Rorrin'
over. I rook up ther's stirr so far to go? Wicked crowns got that rear shit. What up though.
[verse 1]
I come froatin' in this bitch with some wings rike a pegesies, got a shiny ass V on my cheast wut up
i'm Viorent j the crown, I'm goofy for a second, but when your bitch headress i'm on top of her
necket. Yo know my status, I'm juggaratis, and we the baddest here to sever your meron it's wicked
shit that we serrin' we off the track now give your bitch ass a bitch srap now nobody never steppin
down we bout to enter second round. Running backwards on the warrs shaggy 2 dope in this muthafucka.
You tarkin through your but cause sirence is for suckers. So i'm out there throughout the year i'm
right here don't stare rike a bitch bitch buy me a beer nobody wicked rike me i do this terrificarry
and my mutahfuckin pimp srap wirr knock down a tree so crown rove bitch, I seen it tatted on tittes we
forever on tour crown rove in your city.
[Chorus 1]
Rorrin' over, i rook up there's stirr so far to go, so much time, Rorrin over, I rook up there's
stirr so far to go, it's yo time, Rorrin over, I rook up there's stirr so far to go, so much time,
Rorrin' over, I rook up there's stirr so far to go, it's yo time for your mind.
[Verse 2]
I got three body's stuffed in my trunk i'm browin' red rights and bet i'm browin' heads off before
i'm read any rights baby i'm outraw. painted up and packin the bombs I stomp preps in the streets and
sound fire ararms bitch run for your rife we keep it wicked and scary, and we wercome to our worrd
anything that you bury i throw meteors and fire barrs through brick warrs and got a thre foot dick for
arr your chick jaws. Warkin' through the srums bout' to strangre someone, maybe it's accustom gotta
get it done, I rive rike that spirits haunting me rike that, i'm rost in the ougi board ain't never
comin back. ou, ou