Insane Clown Posse

Insane Clown Posse - In The Haughhh! lyrics

I'm Violent J

I breath toxic fumes and throw my lungs up

all over your brand new patten-leather penny loafers

You fuck!

I'm 2dope

I got sick ass sewer sludge stuck in my throat

And I live in a big pipe on Sog Island

So stop by and have a bowl of rust, you fucking bitch-ass faggot

Faggot, you bitch ass faggot

I'm in the south-west detroit, Del-ray

In a city, ghetto street-gang

I got people who want me dead

But everytime they run up on me, I get scared

And my skull explodes

All over those motherfuckers

Sometimes I get hungry, man, but it ain't nothing

But it ain't nothing in the box but a brick sandwich

So I start hurting that motherfucker

And I chew on that bitch until my jaw breaks

Which don't fade me, cause I'm a hoodlum

And I don't exist to you fucks (you fucks)

You green-grass fucks

Fuck me, and I'll fuck you, fucker

We comin', motherfucker

We coming to get ya

Coming to get ya

How ya see me is what ya get

How ya see me is what ya get

Carnival of carnage is coming

How ya see me is what ya get

I was snookin' good in my bed

Woke up to find my brain fell out my head

Stuffed it back in with a screwdriver, I'm that much liver

I can walk on my hands on a tight rope

But then I always fall, and bust my ass.

But it really don't matter (really don't matter) (don't matter) don't

matter, cause I'm in the haugh

In the haugh, in the haugh

Violent, Violent J's in the motherfucking haugh

I'm in the haugh, you's in the haugh

We in the motherfucking what? Haugh!

(With the wiked town, south west gang, wicked joker's

kill, southwest thrill)

Get off me, dog, I'll shit face

I mean I ain't got shit on my face, but ya know

People in the suburbs hate me (why?)

Southwest carnival crazy (hiii)

My mind ain't nothing but a lemon

But I mean it's fucking yellow and shit

I don't know man, fuck off

You can't fade me, vato, cause I'm in the haugh!

In the haugh, in the haugh

2dope Shaggy's in the motherfucking haugh

I'm in the haugh, you's in the haugh

We in the motherfucking what? Haugh!

(With the wiked town, south west gang, wicked joker's

kill, southwest thrills)

I'm greasy, and I can moonwalk

But I don't, cause that shit's so fucking played out

Instead, I just grab this wang, and tell you that I'm in the haugh, bitch!

Parachute pants, and moon boots

Chilling on the corner butt-naked hurting fruit loops

Fuck a hill billy goat

Sitting in the tub, I let my nuts float, cause I'm in the haugh

In the haugh, in the haugh

Granny's all in the motherfucking haugh

I'm in the haugh, you's in the haugh

We in the motherfucking what? Haugh!

(With the wiked town, south west gang, wicked joker's

kill, southwest thrills)

Southwest is in the haugh!

D.C. is in the haugh!

I'm in the haugh, in the haugh, in the haugh

Hamma, hamma, hamma

East dogs in the haugh

Jump steady in the haugh

Hammer in the haugh, too!

Mike Clark in the haughhh!

Mr. T's in the haugh!

Hamma, hamma

(With the wiked town, south west gang, wicked the joker's

kill, southwest thrill)

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