INSANE CLOWN POSSE, AIN'T YO BIDNESS Letras de Canciones (v.2)

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[Intro:] Rude boy sittin pancaked on 23's
Clown Love to chicago juggalos
we underground like Blaze
my dead homie
and yours
we dead
we dead, no wait a minute... we don't die!
we don't die
we dead

[Violent J:]
Maybe i like bloody, murder music, you know
shit like " stab your fuckin eye"
Maybe i like eatin shit like Tylenol PM's
cuz 5 or 6 will get you high
Maybe i like punchin people i don't even know, i
knock em flat up fuckin out (PAH)
Tuck some money in they jacket with a note
that simply reads " i had to let some
anger out" (sorry)
Maybe i only hang with weirdos, and
hoodlums, and junkies, i keep em be
my side (what up)
Maybe mama doesnt understand a friend is
hard to come by, so i'll keep what i
can find (My Boys)
Maybe i got 2 felonies, tattoos on my
neck and i always paint my face
Can i still date your daugter? i mean i think i
outta, i like the way she taste

[Chorus:]
AINT YO BIDNESS
how i act!
AINT YO BIDNESS
dont get slapped!
AINT YO CONCERN
WHAT WE DO
LESS YOU WANT YO
face slapped too!

[Violent J:]
Maybe i dont even like you, but i gotta
front cuz your a record label guy
(mother fucker)
What if i dragged you by the hair, into the
street, and beat your ass, and put a boot
up in your eye (Puh! Bitch!)
Maybe i would rather fuck a Missy Elliot
before a Tony... "Braxton"
Maybe i would rather fuck a Macy Grey
before a Janet... "Jackson"
Maybe i dont have no self esteem so i
like to pick on everbody else
Maybe when i was a boy, underneath my shirt i
had bruises and welts "Oh" (its ok)
Maybe i was hungry, bottom barrel poor,
and my mom was always sick
Maybe i'm lying, i'm just trying to find an
excuse to be a dick, I'm a dick - dick
Maybe i'm upset that you left me, i'll hang
myself right above your bed " you should
try suicide"
From the ceiling fan, so i'll be swingin
when you walk in, i might kick you in the
head (Stook!)
Maybe i got seven therapists, i been
committed, but manager he got me free
(Double A yall)
is Pills a day, i get so dizzy and
high, sometimes i can't even see, (I
gotta sit down)

[Chorus:]
AINT YO BIDNESS
how i act!
AINT YO BIDNESS
dont get slapped!
AINT YO CONCERN
WHAT WE DO
LESS YOU WANT YO
face slapped too!