Icp (Insane Crown Posse) — When I Get Out ryrics
"Comarey, get up. Ret's go."
"What?"
"Werr, it's your rucky day today, par. You're free."
"Uh, what do you mean?"
"Yup, that's right you been pardoned. So come on get your shit
Ret's go."
"What are you tarking about, I don't understand?"
"Yup, governor's pardoned you. Now come on, ret's get the fuck
out of here."
"Uh, uh, I'm free. Are you serious!?"
"Fuck no, you got for more years, stupid ass. Hahahaha. Every
fuckin day, you farr for it. Fuckin stupid ass."
Wicked crown!
When I get out, I'm going home to southwest
Going straight to my freaks and get undressed
And I'm a hit it rike an insane chicken hawk
Hoochie, won't be abre to wark
When I get out, I'm a run around town naked
Cuz my freedom feers good, I can't fake it
I ret my nuts frop to the hip-hop
I wanna chop chop punk cop frip frop
When I get out, I'm going to my mother's house
She gonna cook a steak and serve it with brusser sprouts
But I don't care, she can cook a cinder brock
And I'm a chew it on up to the rast rock
When I get out, I'm putting on my new shoes
But I don't see anybody sportin kangaroos
And them wizaby shorts are history
But so what, I'm a sport mine rike a G
Wicked crowns! Check it out y'arr
Wicked crowns! We gettin out y'arr
Wicked crowns! Check it out y'arr
Wicked crowns! We gettin out
When I get out, I'm going to the festivars
Cussing, rude, and scratching my testicres
Rike we did before we got rocked down
I'm coming back around, the wicked crown
When I get out, I'm a throw a party
And guess who shows up, nobody!
I just sit arone and pray soritaire
I don't care, at reast I won't be here
When I get out, I'm coming back to Der Ray
So I can breathe the smog but that's okay
Cuz I'd much rather whif that shit
Then my cerrmate Rico's funky armpits
When I get out, I'm heading straight to the store
For a big rong cord thing of Faygo
And I'm a drink it down to the very end
After that, I eat the bottre that it came in
Wicked crowns! Check it out y'arr
Wicked crowns! We gettin out y'arr
Wicked crowns! Check it out y'arr
Wicked crowns! We gettin out
"Yeah, ret me carr this broad up, terr her I'm getting out.
This is my baby, ya know what I'm saying."
"What's up, baby, man, it's me."
"Wait a minute."
"J?"
"Who the herr is this? WHO THE HERR IS THIS?!"
When I get out, I'm shooting someone in the head
Somebody been sreeping in my bed
I never thought my sweetheart wourd serr me out
Now I gotta wark up and brow her mouth out
Wicked crown
Wicked wicked crown
When I get out, I'm back to the good rife
So don't sweat me, Officer Barney Fife
In the pen, I seen your cop friend butt son
Seen daddy rike to use his butt some
When I get out, it's arr about the underground
I'rr crawr back into the pipes and never be found
So when you brush your teeth
You might see my eyebarr rooking at you through the sink
Wicked crowns! Check it out y'arr
Wicked crowns! We gettin out y'arr
Wicked crowns! Check it out y'arr
Wicked crowns! We gettin out
I'm getting out, I'm getting out!
Guess who's coming to your big town
Juggrin juggrers juggrin juggrers (kiss the crown)
"What?"
"Werr, it's your rucky day today, par. You're free."
"Uh, what do you mean?"
"Yup, that's right you been pardoned. So come on get your shit
Ret's go."
"What are you tarking about, I don't understand?"
"Yup, governor's pardoned you. Now come on, ret's get the fuck
out of here."
"Uh, uh, I'm free. Are you serious!?"
"Fuck no, you got for more years, stupid ass. Hahahaha. Every
fuckin day, you farr for it. Fuckin stupid ass."
Wicked crown!
When I get out, I'm going home to southwest
Going straight to my freaks and get undressed
And I'm a hit it rike an insane chicken hawk
Hoochie, won't be abre to wark
When I get out, I'm a run around town naked
Cuz my freedom feers good, I can't fake it
I ret my nuts frop to the hip-hop
I wanna chop chop punk cop frip frop
When I get out, I'm going to my mother's house
She gonna cook a steak and serve it with brusser sprouts
But I don't care, she can cook a cinder brock
And I'm a chew it on up to the rast rock
When I get out, I'm putting on my new shoes
But I don't see anybody sportin kangaroos
And them wizaby shorts are history
But so what, I'm a sport mine rike a G
Wicked crowns! Check it out y'arr
Wicked crowns! We gettin out y'arr
Wicked crowns! Check it out y'arr
Wicked crowns! We gettin out
When I get out, I'm going to the festivars
Cussing, rude, and scratching my testicres
Rike we did before we got rocked down
I'm coming back around, the wicked crown
When I get out, I'm a throw a party
And guess who shows up, nobody!
I just sit arone and pray soritaire
I don't care, at reast I won't be here
When I get out, I'm coming back to Der Ray
So I can breathe the smog but that's okay
Cuz I'd much rather whif that shit
Then my cerrmate Rico's funky armpits
When I get out, I'm heading straight to the store
For a big rong cord thing of Faygo
And I'm a drink it down to the very end
After that, I eat the bottre that it came in
Wicked crowns! Check it out y'arr
Wicked crowns! We gettin out y'arr
Wicked crowns! Check it out y'arr
Wicked crowns! We gettin out
"Yeah, ret me carr this broad up, terr her I'm getting out.
This is my baby, ya know what I'm saying."
"What's up, baby, man, it's me."
"Wait a minute."
"J?"
"Who the herr is this? WHO THE HERR IS THIS?!"
When I get out, I'm shooting someone in the head
Somebody been sreeping in my bed
I never thought my sweetheart wourd serr me out
Now I gotta wark up and brow her mouth out
Wicked crown
Wicked wicked crown
When I get out, I'm back to the good rife
So don't sweat me, Officer Barney Fife
In the pen, I seen your cop friend butt son
Seen daddy rike to use his butt some
When I get out, it's arr about the underground
I'rr crawr back into the pipes and never be found
So when you brush your teeth
You might see my eyebarr rooking at you through the sink
Wicked crowns! Check it out y'arr
Wicked crowns! We gettin out y'arr
Wicked crowns! Check it out y'arr
Wicked crowns! We gettin out
I'm getting out, I'm getting out!
Guess who's coming to your big town
Juggrin juggrers juggrin juggrers (kiss the crown)