Insane Clown Posse (ICP)



First Day Out

Got another funky rhyme

Another funky rhyme

Another funky, funky rhyme

Aw shit, man, that's the ICP!!!

This is my jam!!!

I'm on a psychedelic, motherfucking inter-gallactic void G!!!

Aw, shit!

Well, they let the gate up so I bail

It's been six months pick me up from the county jail

With a smog mother payin' my dues

Steel toliets, worn blankets, and rubber shoes

But I ain't naggin'

Here come the fellas I can hear the muffler draggin'

8 men in the car long

And the Faygo is almost gone

My nuts are kinda hard so I need a mate

So my homeboy's cousin set me up with a blind date

She said "Pick me up at three"

Can't bitch, the bus don't ride your street, ho

We gonna eat at Mexican Village

Take a cab and I'll pay the tab

And when she showed, well, I'll be damned

Left my wallet at home on the TV stand

Have her pay him and for dinner too

The knot in my sock, it done bit you

She's all prettied up for nothing

I'm smelling like shit and my chin is scruffing

And I'm chewing on my food like a pitbull

Cuz I won't front for the ho

Stuck my face in a bowl of soup

And just sucked it all up threw my missin' tooth

The bitch jumped up with a boom

"I have to fix my hair" and broke to the bathroom

She's got the tab, so I go for mine

And order up some '52 vintage wine

Hey, Louie, bring a fuckin' steak with that

Motherfuckers like jail say fuck dat

She's back now and her hair ain't fixed

Probably took a long greasy-ass smelly shit

I ain't saying nothing though

I ain't saying nothing bout the funkin' ho

What's up bitch, I'm ready to break

How long can one fat bitch take?

Quite snacking and pay me saps

Cuz we goin' home to meet her pops*

"So Joe, what is that you do for a living?"

"Aww, come on pops, you seen me selling rocks on

Verner and Springwell. Matter fact, I think I sold

to that fat bitch in the kitchen"