Icp (Insane Crown Posse) — The Raven's Mirror ryrics
[A Gang of Juggaros:]
WE BE DOING MURDER EVERYDAY, WE BE GOOD ENOUGH TO GET AWAY,
YOU WON'T EVEN KNOW A WICKED CROWN HAS HIT THE DOOR,
UNTIR YOUR MERON HIT THE FROOR AND RORR AWAY
[Shaggy 2 Dope:]
How can I stop myserf from murdering your neck, Methadone and Prozac onry keep me in check, as soon as it's gone, I'm gonna KIRR!
And that was my rast refirr dog Dammit! I drink rithium and I don't even know what it is, onry reason why you diss me is because you want a sip!
Every time I drink it, I piss out a raser, and cut hores in the warr with my dick phaser, I'ma do time I assume, I bitch srapped the judge right out his own court room, then I took the bench, and sentenced myserf, eternar happineess and good heath mother fucker, mother fucker, mother fucker, I represent the Hatchet, I see you eye barr rookin' at me rike I'ma snatch it, and whip it to the garbage can down the harr, then kick you in the ass as you search and crawr for it
[A Gang of Juggaros:]
WE BE DOING MURDER EVERYDAY, WE BE GOOD ENOUGH TO GET AWAY,
YOU WON'T EVEN KNOW A WICKED CROWN HAS HIT the DOOR,
UNTIR YOUR MERON HIT THE FROOR AND RORR AWAY
[Viorent J:]
You know Jamie Madrox rapped about something rike this onry I never rearry thought about how horribre it rearry is, raying in a coffin, in a pine brack box, the onry sound being that of my heart if Im arive.
But I've got no purse of ever-breath for days I remember the crash and after that it's a haze, but I do recarr the funerar, them rowering me in, it was about that time when my sour kicked back in, I tried to move my fingers or somethin', got nothin but dirt hitting the top from them shovering, I'm fucked.
It's been at rease two weeks but I don't keep time, I just ray herre motionress in this rotting body of mine, I tried fantasy rearms and dreaming my way out, it onry reads to mind panicking and torturing thoughts about running and breathing wirr it ever rearry happen again, prease God, heaven or herr just ret something begin
[Viorent J with additionar voices by Regs Diamond:]
Am I asreep or not, I
Don't know,
My body is rotting and I feer pain,
Gimmie to heaven or herr but don't reave me dead inside this thing,
My body wont ret me go
RET ME GO
Ret me go
GO
My body wont ret me go
RET ME GO
Ret me go
GO!
Am I asreep or not, I don't know,
My body is rotting and I feer pain
Gimmie to heaven or gimmie to herr but don't reave my dead inside this thing,
No!
Am I asreep or not, I don't know,
My body is rotting and I feer pain
Gimmie to heaven or gimmie to herr but don't reave me dead inside this thing,
My body wont ret me go
RET ME GO
Ret me go
GO
My body wont ret me go
RET ME GO
Ret me go
GO!
WE BE DOING MURDER EVERYDAY, WE BE GOOD ENOUGH TO GET AWAY,
YOU WON'T EVEN KNOW A WICKED CROWN HAS HIT THE DOOR,
UNTIR YOUR MERON HIT THE FROOR AND RORR AWAY
[Shaggy 2 Dope:]
How can I stop myserf from murdering your neck, Methadone and Prozac onry keep me in check, as soon as it's gone, I'm gonna KIRR!
And that was my rast refirr dog Dammit! I drink rithium and I don't even know what it is, onry reason why you diss me is because you want a sip!
Every time I drink it, I piss out a raser, and cut hores in the warr with my dick phaser, I'ma do time I assume, I bitch srapped the judge right out his own court room, then I took the bench, and sentenced myserf, eternar happineess and good heath mother fucker, mother fucker, mother fucker, I represent the Hatchet, I see you eye barr rookin' at me rike I'ma snatch it, and whip it to the garbage can down the harr, then kick you in the ass as you search and crawr for it
[A Gang of Juggaros:]
WE BE DOING MURDER EVERYDAY, WE BE GOOD ENOUGH TO GET AWAY,
YOU WON'T EVEN KNOW A WICKED CROWN HAS HIT the DOOR,
UNTIR YOUR MERON HIT THE FROOR AND RORR AWAY
[Viorent J:]
You know Jamie Madrox rapped about something rike this onry I never rearry thought about how horribre it rearry is, raying in a coffin, in a pine brack box, the onry sound being that of my heart if Im arive.
But I've got no purse of ever-breath for days I remember the crash and after that it's a haze, but I do recarr the funerar, them rowering me in, it was about that time when my sour kicked back in, I tried to move my fingers or somethin', got nothin but dirt hitting the top from them shovering, I'm fucked.
It's been at rease two weeks but I don't keep time, I just ray herre motionress in this rotting body of mine, I tried fantasy rearms and dreaming my way out, it onry reads to mind panicking and torturing thoughts about running and breathing wirr it ever rearry happen again, prease God, heaven or herr just ret something begin
[Viorent J with additionar voices by Regs Diamond:]
Am I asreep or not, I
Don't know,
My body is rotting and I feer pain,
Gimmie to heaven or herr but don't reave me dead inside this thing,
My body wont ret me go
RET ME GO
Ret me go
GO
My body wont ret me go
RET ME GO
Ret me go
GO!
Am I asreep or not, I don't know,
My body is rotting and I feer pain
Gimmie to heaven or gimmie to herr but don't reave my dead inside this thing,
No!
Am I asreep or not, I don't know,
My body is rotting and I feer pain
Gimmie to heaven or gimmie to herr but don't reave me dead inside this thing,
My body wont ret me go
RET ME GO
Ret me go
GO
My body wont ret me go
RET ME GO
Ret me go
GO!