Insane Clown Posse (ICP)



17 Dead

Sewer gutter blood runs through my system

Death stopped by but I must have just missed him

Am I in a southwest street gang?

Do I bang, do I slang, do I let my motherfuckin' nuts hang?

But do you care

I got stabbed in the eye and you wadn't no where

And what about the time I got fucked

When I got shot in the throat...fuckin' sucked

But you news wouldn't know me

You could give a fuck less never the less unless

Something happened in your suburbs

I'm a cut your daddy's neck, you little fuckin' nerd

I don't give a fuck where you're from boy

So don't tell me cuz I don't give a fuck

It's all about what's going on in your head

Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead

Seventeen dead, it don't bother you

Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead

Seventeen dead, it don't bother you

You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead

The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection

I woke up next to a dead body

Roll it out the way and jump out of bed

Strap on my kicks and step out my room

Cuz somehow there's another stiff in the bathroom

Dead fucks all over the grass

I'm a kick somebody in they dead ass

Quick to make a left on Jefferson

And I noticed there's another stiff riding shotgun

Am I just seeing things? No.

Is your mother a soggy ho?

I like to drink Faygo, out from the scotties

But then one out of one of my homeboys turned into dead bodies

But I'm straight with that

Just don't be leaving your guts in my car n' shit

Wait a minute, wait, get your head on straight

I drop seventeen tears from eyes every fucking day

I gotta wonder if they do

Should I burn the rebel flag or the red white and blue too

I can't do much, but they can

But those motherfuckers gotta death wish, man

I'm gonna swim in they blood shed

Justi-justify the seventeen dead

Seventeen dead, it don't bother you

Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead

Seventeen dead, it don't bother you

You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead

The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection

Yeah, dead bodies man

They ain't so bad

I mean they're all over in the

Streets n shit ya know

But they don't be fuckin' with you

They just lay there dead as shit

I mean they tasted kinda straight

With a little mustard, man

Yeah, much worse

Seventeen dead bodies hanging from a telephone wire

All seventeen on fire

Lightening up the sky with the smell of death

Rich bigot fucker, take a deep breath

Look at you makes me go baddy

Motherfucker don't be nothing like your daddy

Cuz he's nothing but a redneck hoe

Him and his kind created this ghetto

They can deal with they own creation

Move out farther, suburb vacation

But it don't work like that

Knock at your door and it's me running slug bat

I'm a stick it to your fuckin' nugget

About seventeen times and you're gonna love it motherfucker

Drive down my street

And stare at the folks who can't make end's meat

You don't know now but that's the plan

Most people in Hell were rich when they died, man

Take that to your golden bed

Cuz I'm a cut your ass up for the seventeen dead

Seventeen dead, it don't bother you

Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead

Seventeen dead, it don't bother you

You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead

The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection

Well, ya know Violent J's kinda wicked

If there's a booger in my nose I'm a pick it

And flick it in your eye like you ain't jack

And stomp my boots on your nutsac

Well, I'm Shaggy and I'm in the house

You don't think so, I'll put a brick in your mouth

Can't nobody flex on a nutty clown

I got boys down river straight hick town

Well, ya know I'm coming straight from the trailor park

That's me out front working on the Skylark

I'm waiting on a check, I don't cut the grass

And my woman's got babies falling all out her ass

I'll be running with the carnival until I'm eighty

And tonight I'm going out with the fat lady

I strip the bitch down to the nitty gritty

But I ain't saying shit about a wooden titty