brain to pen All that I can tell you, I'm insane, insane again Bending over backwards in a rush to comprehend Help me, help me, mama, I'm insane, insane
if I'm dreaming Please don't wake me up 'cause I'd go insane Without you near me And while you're sleeping I'm still standing up 'cause I'd go insane
LISTEN!!) I'll peel your cap back with a cannonball I buck them all Fuck them all (Yeah!) We standing tall (Whooooo!!) Three 6 Mafia!! (Yes!! Yes!!) Insane
got, great big bottom for gettin' down Got the only low bass baby When there ain't no bass around Oh, we can jam in the human bein' band (human bein' band
Manson And the party started happenin Hey hey hey Then in the middle of a Charleston night We ran into Jessica White And a little moonshine got us right plum smacked insane
placid admirals & that fat slow generals are getting obscene on young blood Do you know we are ruled by T.V. The moon is dry blood beast Guerrilla bands
placid admirals & that fat slow generals are getting obscene on young blood Do you know we are ruled by T.V. The moon is a dry blood beast Guerilla bands
low we could always heat it up or trade it in. But then the radio that heaven will be wired to your purse. And then you can run down the wave band, coast
stopped rambling, There's work to be done. So they gave me a tin hat, And they gave me a gun, And they marched me away to the war. And the band played
lives down on Melrose She ain't satisfied without some pain Friday night is goin' up inside her... again Well crack the whip 'Cause that bitch is just insane
ass at Saint Andrew's Hall Handing out your flyers Come one come all, come to my show I looked at it, what!? Right there, Insane Clown Posse might
Just great Shags!) That's great, now let's give a hand To Mickey Clark and the Gangsta Fun Band! We'll be right back with Violent J [Announcer: (Playa
little punk-ass bitch [1st Verse - Violent J] Smell the air that makes you sick Psycho sick, psycho sick Pin you down and gets inside your brain Psycho sick insane
to play Then it's beer bong hangin' from the hayloft Jell-O shooters with Smirnoff Long necks chillin' in the feed trough Pig smokin' slow Flatbed band
rambling 'cause there's work to be done So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun And they sent me away to the war And the band played Waltzing
m at home, Cause all she want is a husband and a back bone, Then I'm out can't stay in there for dinner, Know she mines I don't need a band on her finger
: Well I'm an axegrinder Piledriver Mother says that I never never mind her Got no brains I'm insane Teacher says that I'm one big pain I'm like a laser
