Songtexte Rainbows & Stuff - Insane Clown Posse

This one goes out to that special someone in my life
Oh, we all have somebody special, this is for them

I like ice cream, cherry pie
And lemonade with summer breeze
I like rainbows, leafy trails
And puppy dogs with bumblebees
I like cotton candy gum
And bumper cars at carnivals
Golden skies and hazel eyes
And sand in-between my toes, but

Somethin' tells me that I hate you
Somethin' tells me I must kill you

You ain't shit but a sluty ass motherfucking slut you fucking whore
I fucking hate you

I like birthday candle cakes
And titty shakes with silicone
Secret whispers and D-Loc's Sister
And apple dips, ginger bread homes
Faygo chills, they give me thrills
And NyQuil pills, they make me sleep
Hersey kisses and happiness is
Something so blessin' yet all the while

Somethin' tells me that I hate you
Somethin' tells me I must kill you

Suck my fucking dick, fuck off
Go fuck yourself, you funky ass little biotch
Come on, come on, bitch, come on, come on
Come on, come on (bitch, I fucking hate you)
Come on, come on, bitch, come on, come on
Come on, come on
I'll f-, I'll fucking pinch your nipples shut

I like Shaggy, he's my friend
I like his mom 'cause she's nice to me
Thank you J, I like you too
Oh well, it's okay, we're family
Ravor chicks and kung fu flicks
And sugar sticks like lollipop
All these things happiness brings
But my hatred for you don't stop, bitch

Somethin' tells me that I hate you
Somethin' tells me I must kill you
Somethin' tells me that I hate you
Somethin' tells me I must kill you

Bitch, I fuckin' hate you
I'll fuckin' kill you, you skantless bitch

Uh yeah, this is Lo, man
Why don't you give me a call when you get in?
Yeah, this is, uh, Millennium Studios, from Denver, Colorado
You still have an overdue balance on your account
About forty-three thousand dollars
So, please give us a call

Moon Glorious