ICP (INSANE CLOWN POSSE)

ICP (INSANE CLOWN POSSE) - It Rains Diamonds lyrics

Shaggy 2 Dope:

Kill me! Whut! Mutha Facko! Murder Murder! Whut!

I can't fuckin' wait to die! Please murder my mother fuckin' ass off!

Bring it! Cause I'm going to Shangri-Leezy!

Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope:

Have you ever tried to get the fuck up out your hole but fall right back inside

Once again denied, have you ever seen people turn into the devil over money green

Tell me what it means, have you ever been to the wicked part of town and would you go again

They don't want you in, would you follow me If I knew where it rains diamonds

No more poverty as clean as we can be, yeah

Chorus:

It rains diamonds nightly, in my Shangri-La lit brightly, who could miss this so inviting? Come stand mountain top and yell!

Shaggy 2 Dope:

Somebody stab my face or something! Kill me!

What the fuck a ninja gotta do around here to get his dead on?

Violent J, Shaggy 2 Dope and Anybody Killa:

Do you like to drink? Would you fuck a girl the day you met her what you think, on the kitchen sink

Anybody Killa: Don't you fire it up? Shaggy 2 Dope does this mean you wasted life now-

Anybody Killa: you're completely fucked? ICP: I would differ some.

Hold your hatchet high cause were gonna need 'em when there's fire in the sky

Together we will die, I can promise this in my Shangri-La you'll have eternal happiness diamonds in the mist

Chorus:

Jumpsteady:

Diamonds drift upon the mist of forgetfulness, bringing a peace untold, as I fade away to become what my eyes see, seeing into the eternity of Shangri-La!

Chorus: (repeats)

Hidden Song Bitch Slappaz

Take it back now... Old school, Bitch Slappin' till the break of dawn, ICP... Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Bitch Slappin' to the early morn'

Six in the morning police at my door

Already gotta slap some more

Stuck my hand out through the mail shoot

Bitch Slap Sarge and his first recruit

I came out the ass, Bitch Slapped some

Grade School High School bitch slap went nuts

I rememeber gettin' baptized by the Reverend

Bitch Slapped the bible out of his hand

The Bitch Slap Master up in the place

I'll bitch slap your train-wrecked face

Don't assume friendliness with fame

I'll bitch slap the sound out your name

They'll call ya, ...... 'cause you're not here

Bitch slapped out the Stratosphere

Mike P did the track, he bitch slapped

Pow for Max straight to the back

Don't lemme show up on TRL

I'm bitch slappin' everybody to hell

I'm Down with the Clown Eastside 'till I'm gone

Yet everybody singin' that Southwest Song

I bitch slap wigs off everyday

I bitch slap old ladies out of my way

Southwest side, Bitch Slap Capital

Every bitch make mothafuckas smackable

For my bitch smack victims, I don't care

I'll bitch slap cowlicks into your hair

Faygo in a Pillowcase, don't manage

I'll bitch slap your head, brain damage

I bitch slap cheeks red, hangs off

I've been known to slap a mothafuckas pants off

I bitch slap planes out of the sky

I bitch slap truth out of a life

Call me Shaggy Spy McSlapmore

I bitch slap muthafuckas galore

Say we fake and wanna test the rap

Step yo ass on up and get bitch slapped

What do you call a Crew that be smackin' like that? Wicked

Insane Clowns smack your ass to the back

Speakin' of smackin' it's makin' me sick

Everybody's talkin' that smackin' shit

Sayin' they smackin' with the I.C.P.

Just cause I am they wanna be like me

Talkin' that shit you need to leave the place

Knowin' you ain't ever even smacked a face

Claimin' our shit, that's our shit you trashed

Mothafucka we about to smack your ass

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