"The Staleness" lyrics
"The Staleness"
"Police station, Mooney speaking"
"Yes, I, I'd like to report a disturbance. Th-there's a bunch of crazy clowns-"
"Wait a minute. Calm down! I can't understand you!"
"Clowns!"
"What?!"
"A bunch of crazy clowns are at my front door! They're destroying property!"
"Oh, clowns, huh?"
"They're, they're frightening! And, and I'm home alone!"
"And now they're at your front door, huh?"
"Yes! They're at my front door right now!"
"Killer clowns. Holy shit."
Let me see your throat thing there, buddy, I'ma chop it
See the idea is to make you die (Stop it)
I don't know why, but your heart beat offends me
I need to cut you off at the windpipe desperately
(Like, how 'bout cutting your own neck?) I did
Seventeen times, why you think I talk like this?
Before I cut myself, this was my voice
Now gimme your neck pipe, you don't have no fucking choice
(I'm not ready to die) Neither was Eazy-E
What makes you so fuckin' special you can escape the Wreath?
(You mean Wraith) I said Wraith, now shut the fuck up
And give me your windpipe so I can cut that motherfucker
(Pick somebody else) I'm pickin' anybody I can find
And you happen to be the next motherfucker in line
(Okay, let's do it) Keep still, right there
And about one, two, three of those motherfuckers, I'm outta here
Let me make the pain be gone
I wanna (Stab, stab, stab)
It's like, murdering be giving me a calm
I need to (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Let me make the pain be gone
I wanna (Stab, stab, stab)
It's like, murdering be giving me a calm
I need to ("Ha! What kind of circus is this?")
How you gonna give me a straight jacket when I'm crooked?
Took it and shook it, ripped it and unzipped it
And waited for the nurse guy to bring me my tray
Jumped him from behind and turned his head backwards my way
Took all his keys and a crate of methadone
Masturbated on myself and leaped out the window (Whee!)
Then I turned around and went right back inside
Once I realized I could've grabbed a gang of formaldehyde
Suddenly another fucking guard shot me
I played the whole movie shits off like "You got me"
Laid there playing dead and when he checked my pockets
I jabbed my fucking thumb knuckle deep in his eye sockets
By now there was guards everywhere
I'm steady cutting heads off, surfing on a wheelchair
And too many bullets finally put me away
But was it the real Violent J?
Let me make the pain be gone
I wanna (Stab, stab, stab)
It's like, murdering be giving me a calm
I need to (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Let me make the pain be gone
I wanna (Stab, stab, stab)
"It kills the pain"
"It's the only thing that kills the pain, I'm sorry"
I'm so sorry that I'm so stale
I'm so sorry I'm stale
But still I gotta murder your face
Man, I'm sorry I'm stale
I'm so sorry that I'm so stale (Everybody)
I'm so sorry I'm stale (Do you feel me?)
But still I gotta murder your face (Juggalos)
Man, I'm sorry I'm stale (And serial killers)
I'm so sorry that I'm so stale (Winos)
I'm so sorry I'm stale ([?])
But still I gotta murder your face (Everybody)
Man, I'm sorry I'm stale (Come on)
I'm so sorry that I'm so stale (So stale)
I'm so sorry I'm stale (Staleness)
But still I gotta murder your face ([?]) (So stale)
Man, I'm sorry I'm stale (Stale)
"Yeah, that's right. We just stale as fucking fuck. (I'm so stale) Suicidalists, Juggalos, we just stale. (Stale) No matter what, we always gonna be stale as fuck, 'cause that's just how we do. This is Esham, motherfucker. I was on the first Joker's Card and the last. I-"
Thanks to randomwhiteguys, DHFHades for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): William Dail, Joseph Bruce, Michael John Jr. Puwal
- AZLyrics
- I
- Insane Clown Posse Lyrics
album:
"The Wraith: Shangri-La" (2002)
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