paroles de chanson Watch Your Back - Insane Clown Posse , Boondox
[Chorus:]
Look
out,
cause
I'm
on
the
prowl,
Gonna
find
these
motherfuckers,
Gonna
take
them
out.
(Huh!)
Before
you
know
you
find
the
hatchet
attacks,
And
if
you
ain't
one
of
us,
watch
your
back.
Fire
up
the
grill,
It's
time
to
sharpen
up
the
steel.
Hold
your
nose
like
the
shit's
About
to
get
real.
I'm
about
to
get
a
whole
lotta
All
kinda
drastic.
Execute
your
ego,
Then
throw
it
in
the
casket
I'm
talkin
to
these
freaks
and
geeks,
Who
speak
my
feat
Up
in
they
beat.
Your
reap,
retreat
And
fall
asleep.
Would
heed
to
lead
The
fuckin'
deed.
That
red
dot
pointed
at
you,
Means
that
you've
been
chosen.
I'm
bout
to
pull
the
trigger,
Pull
it,
leave
you
decomposin'
I'm
giving
you
no
sympathy,
And
I
feel
no
empathy,
When
the
evil
enter
me,
From
my
chosen
prophecy,
And
it
was
meant
to
be,
That
you
was
my
enemy,
And
you
see
your
destiny,
And
you
ain't
likin'
what
you
see.
[Chorus]
I'm
outta
control,
And
you
out
of
a
soul,
And
you
act
like
a
hoe,
And
you
out
in
the
cold.
With
no
clothes
n
frozen,
Looking
like
an
Ice
Pop.
Burn
your
ass
with
gas
But
I'm
gonna
wait
until
the
price
drop
Wait
until
the
price
drop
You're
comin'
up
hashed.
And
I'm
coming
up
behind
you
With
a
baseball
bat.
And
a
baseball
hat,
And
I'm
swingin'
for
the
fences.
Taking
your
defenses
And
I'm
charging
you
expenses.
Thinkin'
you
can
hustle
me,
And
not
end
up
a
casualty?
Fuckin'
with
the
Scarecrow
Bitch,
you're
fucked
with
no
Vaseline.
Comin
up
short's
like
a
joke
Youze
a
wishin
Got
caught
slippin'
Now
your
whole
crew
missin'!
[Chorus
x2]
The
Buzz
Saw,
they
call
me
the
Buzz
Saw
More
homicidal
than
a
maniac
on
drugs,
ya'll.
Spittin'
slugs
all
day
Bodies
in
the
hallway
Bodies
outside
Bitches
screamin
"It
was
all
J!"
You
come
a
long
way,
Listen
to
what
my
song
say.
Raised
on
a
double
dead-end,
Two
wrong-ways.
I
fuckin'
showed
up
high,
Ninja
kicked
you
in
the
face.
You
got
a
blowed
up
eye,
I'll
be
that
clown-y
mental
case.
That'll
chase
you,
catch
you,
Stu
Hart
stretch
you,
let
you
Recognize...
This
wicked
shit
in
my
eyes.
Watch
your
back,
Or
Imma
have
to
crack
it
in
half.
Tear
your
fuckin'
head
off,
Smack
it
and
laugh...
Violent
J.
[Chorus
X2]
Shaggy
Shaggs
From
rags
to
riches
Toe-taggin'
scally-wag
Relative
bitches.
Watch
your
back,
If
you're
comin'
our
way.
I
walk
around
big
in
tha
Game.
See
Andre.
Slice
through
your
neck,
Meat
cleaver
to
butter.
Dice
your
tongue
off,
Mail
it
to
your
Mudder.
Cause
we
heard
that
shit,
And
turn
the
whip,
Jumped
out
and
plant
a
brick
Smack
dead
in
your
lip
From
BoonDox!
Watch
your
back
bitch-boy!
[Chorus
X2]
![Boondox feat. Insane Clown Posse - South of Hell](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/a/k/q/e/v9vr2neqka.jpg)
1 Intro
2 Cold Day in Hell
3 Color You Dead
4 Red Dirt Road
5 Some Kind of Devil
6 Love of My Knife
7 We All Fall
8 Toast to the Fam
9 In Between
10 Family Tree
11 Lezbehonest
12 Just Die
13 Nothing to Lose
14 Watch Your Back
15 Where Do I Go
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