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Correct Burning Up Lyrics
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Insane Clown Posse
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The bitch Rashell fucked on her boyfriend in her boyfriend's bed And Crazy Carlos smacked his baby mama off in the head And jonathan beat his son like his daddy beat him But swore he'd never do nobody like his daddy did him And then Sandra used her pussy hole to get to the top And Baby D he shot somebody it went bad from the drop And then Diane worked as a hospital, took care of old souls She was abusive, her after life sees no gold roads And Mr. Richards was a richie fella born with every penny Everyone around him hungry but he never gave 'em any And then Steven was a business man, and educated citizen At the top, pornography of children in his laptop Take your spot and hang on 'cause it's crowded in hell You in the belly of the beast now, it was heaven in jail And don't try to make no friends ' cause don't nobody got no tongues And if the Witch looks your way somehow it crushes your lungs Playa Playa was a boss man callin' out shots Until he caught one, now everything stops the floor drops As he screaming and fallin' we see how pointless was the ballin' When eternity is callin' agony will be appallin' Don't cry for the dead 'cause they cry for you Because we laugh about an after math but they know how true And listen, aint no fuckin' body gettin' it worse that you and me And aint nobody gettin' it worse than you and me and will see A terodactyl swoop through the caverns of hell And carry two unfortunates off the Ogre's cell It aint no guards playin' cards, aint no uniforms needed You the only one around butt naked, bloody, and bleedin' With 7 demons in your ear got you believin' your heathen Talk you into pullin' out your own intestines to get even You were born with the shine but you lost it down the line You fuck life up and you can't rewind Fuck what you tellin' me We burning up The witch keeps sellin' me We bruning up Sins keep earn 'em up They keep turning up And we turn currupt Till we birning lovely Judge Shaw was a judge snake holes are his eyes There go another judge, another judge, somebody despise And there go so many judges, the judges, in hell So many fuckin' judges in hell, they bludgeon 'em well Fat Pat like his daddy was a bigot pullin' duty He can tell it to them gargoyles fuckin' on his booty And Shawna liked money but mistook it for love Now and when the Witches wings spread she give him head and look above Black Sundays, Armageddon, maggots and rape Hell's Pit got some for you faggots with hate Eddie Barlow hit his wife and put a tooth in his knuckle Later on he lost his life in a scuffle now he in trouble You was a rebel you nobody no more To the devil on the double you go Aint no level to the trouble you'll know And eternity goes and goes Fuck what you tellin' me We burning up The witch keeps sellin' me We bruning up Sins keep earn 'em up They keep turning up And we turn currupt Till we birning lovely
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