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Testi-musica-canzoni.it > Testi lettera I > Insane Clown Posse F/ Esham > Miscellaneous - TasteIntro: Violent J 
 
 The Time has come for the blood to run into the streets paved with gold 
 We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long 
 And like animals we kill each other for the hatred of others 
 We must move into the suburbs and punish the rich for their ignorance 
 For the horror of death that is part of our life in our neighborhood 
 And give them a taste of the same 
 And when we kill the governments children 
 And the streets smell of death 
 maybe then we will see our situation in a new light 
 And put an end the the chaos in the ghetto and an end to the killings 
 
 Verse one: ViolentJ 
 
 Heard whats going on in the free world 
 Broke out the asylum and killed a girl 
 Just ta warm u, just to get it on 
 Cause im gonna be cutting throats till the break of dawn 
 Can't nobody get me 
 I've always been a psycho now they coming with me 
 That's straight when we team up 
 cause I believe every throat deserves a good cut 
 Look in my brain its fucking insane 
 roll around naked in the acid rain 
 Rich bitch fucka took me for a sucka 
 Now we killing you instead of killing each other 
 Walked in the house, shot him in the mouth 
 Leaned back the head, and pulled the brains out 
 My list are strong its only a saw 
 The government fronts like they dont know what is going on 
 Fuck, ill take the matter in my own hands 
 Cut ya down cat, cut ya down 
 Cause i know the rich go jogging 
 And im waiting in the bushes,axe to the nogging 
 About 30 or 40 times,psychodelic sick with the psycho psycho rhymes 
 But ya keep the killer in one place, 
 But I'm at ya door, motherfucker have a taste! 
 
 Verse two: (Nate The Mack) {Shaggy 2 Dope} 
 
 (Fucking you up wont let you pass, fucking you up, shot you in the ass) 
 {Jumped out the alleyway with a muthaphucking battle axe} 
 {12 dead bodies on the muthaphucking train tracks} 
 (Im sick of this shit i see on the TV,they showing psychopathics and i see me) 
 (And ya calling me a homeless hobo, 
 while I'm laying on my suede couch listening to mojo) 
 {Snipe ya in the head from a tower, 
 or chase ya naked ass clear out the shower} 
 {Finally catch ya on the block, 
 take this here gat and shoot ya in the eye} 
 (Who ya fucking wit governer E? 
 Don't ya know I'll hang ya dead ass from a tree) 
 {Then swing ya by ya foot} 
 {Mister drumma looking bald headed punk bitch} 
 (Stroll to the banquet party) 
 {Drank all they brew} 
 (Then shot everybody) 
 (They set it up wrong, 
 created the ghetto and thought it wouldn't last long) 
 {Thought we'd kill each other off, 
 didn't think we'd come to the suburbs.jackoff} 
 (The clowns stick this knife in ya Face) 
 ({Motherfucker, Have a Taste}) 
 
 Verse three: Jump Steady 
 
 In Detroit doing time, time being done 
 Without not another solution 
 Without nothing but wicked men 
 How many muthaphuckas ive know through the years 
 Got they necks blown off or crippled in their fear 
 Now iull tell ya cause i been in many Schools for this 
 Cause im drawn by the vision and close my hand into a fist 
 Raised in the crime with nothing to eat 
 So my natural instincts to kill in the street 
 Im going to war and i sent you caution 
 JumpSteady stepping over the governments brainwashing 
 (Take it, Take it farther, take it far) 
 Dont let them even judge ya, cause you know who you are 
 Seems they dont even know about the inner city crime war 
 Moneys on the jews in the desert but what the fuck for 
 Damn the're stupid,The mine are surrounded 
 Think i like to pay a lesson to a gallon 
 And save a human life or two 
 End this ghetto war for the homies that i once knew 
 ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes 
 (Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes hoe) 
 I got a mind killing rage waiting on my change 
 On the holes on my jacket i craddle my gage 
 What ya gonna do if i show up at your place 
 Try to ignore it this time, motherfucker have a taste 
 
 Verse four: Capitol E / Esham 
 
 Ya need a spoonful, another wants a little taste 
 So let me feed you the city like in a steady pace 
 Ya wake up to gunfire thining it was a dream 
 Till ya hear ya neighbors holla and ya young child scream 
 Everyday thang, thank it to ya 
 Just wait till you see that cracka at ya front door naked 
 Begging for money, acting like he know ya 
 Ya slam the door in fear, but some day he'll show ya 
 Catch ya at point blank range ya getting jacked 
 (come up wit it bitch) 
 Now ya dont know how to act 
 But that's the life and the experience of a mother 
 Happends everyday, one another the other 
 But the suburb living is high class 
 With a high class leather city trade with ya ass 
 And show ya the rough times 
 Hungry homeless people commiting crime after crime 
 And bitches working the pike for dough 
 Then they run to the rock sella to buy some rocks slow 
 And i hear ya making fun of that... 
 ICP (What's up E) Gets ya bats 
 It's time for you to crack some necks 
 And if they dont know now, show them what to expect 
 Cause it dont matter the race or the place 
 Capitol E giving the inner city Taste 
 
 Interlude: Violent J 
 
 Yea! We heading to Birmingham,gross point and beverly Hills 
 I thought you knew, cause we in a devilish mood 
 
 Verse five: Esham 
 
 Guess who's rolling with the ICP, That black devil comming straight from the D 
 Im heading out to birmingham,to tip off a german 
 And looking for the governer to kill him and i think i can 
 Violent J know the way so im gonna getcha 
 If ya standing in my way im getting wit ya 
 The black devil, that devil ya dont know 
 Getting more pussy than Bel Biv Devoe 
 Hey man do you know my name? 
 
 (Esham) 
 Im down with notics, nuts on train 
 So give me mine cause it aint about black or white 
 It aint about wrong or right on Devil's night 
 I burn a cross in ya fucking face 
 Now homicide's got a new case 
 So give me a taste