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Pass Me By Lyrics

Insane Clown Posse – Pass Me By Lyrics

from album: The Great Milenko (1997)
Does this excite you? Think about it! Does it not stagger the imagination?
No builder on earth can concieve any structure to compare to the mansions
Above. Wont that be something when you go to live in your own mansion?
Therell be no concern about paying for it, it's already taken care of.
Therell be no worry about veing moved out of it. It will be yours forever.

I got shot, baa! The murder was heinous.
The bullet went in my eyeball and out my anus.
And I was hit, that was it, on the spot,
Flash, I woke up in a parking lot.
And I'm sittin in a 64 rinekeys,
With shaggy dope written on the car keys.
I look around I can't believe that it's possible,
I'm dead, and I made it to the carnival.
I walk in, it's everything I dreamed of,
Everybody and they mama got clownlove.
Japanese, lebenese, and chinese,
Portuguese, and southwest ghetto cheese. (hoo hoo)
Hangin out with redneck truck drivers,
Instead of always givin each other piledrivers.
I see my old homey, he died in a drag,
Chillin with two bitches, what up, shag?
And he passed me a blunt like a tree trunk,
I tried to hit it, but couldn't even fuck with it.
And to think, I always been afraid to die,
But I aint never goin back, to wonder why.
We all gonna die. But I'm not gonna fry.
Even though most never try, I'm not gonna let this pass me by, no.
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I was born. First they threw me in a shitpile.
I dealt with it, and lived there for a while.
I got dissed on, pissed on, and beat down,
Mutilated, and tossed out a dead clown.
Next thing ya know, I'm chillin at the big top,
Free money, and mad bitched non-stop.
No water, it's faygo on tap,
I wash my hair, and my face, and my butt-crack wit it,
Cuz I can, cuz I'm fat paid,
I got a five story funhouse with a maid,
And she walks round wit her titties hangin out,
And when I cough, she come and dust my balls off. (hoo hoo)
I'm headed up to the show, I'm gonna see,
Jimi hendrix, selena, and easy e,
Elvis tried to open up but got dissed off,
We got pissed off, because he sounded like butt,
There's no fights, it's a perfect match,
Hillbillies in the crowd tryin ta cabbage patch,
And ta think, I've always been afraid to die,
But I aint never goin back, to wonder why
(intro bit)
Did ya ever burn your finger on somethin, hey,
Well picture this, ya nuts burnin that way.
And a roman candle stickin in ya butthole,
That's where the greedy stank mutha fuckas go.
This is all hell now, we livin in it,
But this bullshitll be over in a minute,
Then it's off to the faygos and in hoes,
New clothes, and patent leather for your toes. (hoo hoo)
And while ya sit around cryin for ya dead friend,
Hes chillin up there, hey, gettin mad ends.
Hes probably there tryin ta figure out why you're sad,
Hes on the beach gettin fat, you got it bad.
And for those who aint down for the next man,
Who rob from the poor, and snatch all ya can,
And any chicken talkin shit, lemme tell ya somthin,
Hold a lighter to your balls, and you'll see what's comin.
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