ICP (INSANE CLOWN POSSE) - Let a Killa Fuck You lyrics

This is the rags to riches story

Of the Insane Clown Posse

Mancow made us rich and famous

Whole world hate us, Mancow played us

Now look at us, platinum status

We owe it all to Mancow

I've Violent J and I'm rich like Rush Limbaugh is fat Imagine that

First, Mancow put us on the air

And everybody jumped on our wagons right there

Mancow's been down with the clown

Since Kurt Cobain's head was still around

I won't forget how I made my bread

Cause I remember we was like John Denver, hehe...dead

Back then I thought I was the bomb

I couldn't even sell a tape to my own mom

I was broke, dinner was grain and rye

Now I sit with chilled Faygo in a phat ride

And at shows I sold out nightly

On top of that I think Erma likes me

Mickey Mouse we ain't goin no place

So bitch get used to my ugly face, c'mon

Shaggs 2 Dope and I'm a high school drop out

Convicted felon, I don't mind tellin

You hear my lyrics and you hate my guts

But I got a million bucks and you don't

I don't even make sense when I rap

Bllll Skkkee Skkkaaa how you like that?

Soon as Mancow hit the switch

Next thing you know we got rich, uhh

Mancow made us rich and famous

Whole world hate us, Mancow played us

Now look at us, platinum status

We owe it all to Mancow