Lyrics Loyalty - Insane Clown Posse
                                                Integrity, 
                                                honor, 
                                                dignity, 
                                                and 
                                                pride
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                none 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                above, 
                                                how 
                                                the 
                                                fuck 
                                                do 
                                                you 
                                                survive?
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                the 
                                                fuck 
                                                do 
                                                you 
                                                strive 
                                                for? 
                                                On 
                                                your 
                                                belly 
                                                you 
                                                slide
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                the 
                                                fuck 
                                                do 
                                                you 
                                                resist 
                                                your 
                                                blissful 
                                                suicide?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Can 
                                                you 
                                                look 
                                                at 
                                                yourself, 
                                                or 
                                                does 
                                                the 
                                                fuckin' 
                                                mirror 
                                                shatter?
 
                                    
                                
                                                What's 
                                                it 
                                                like 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                so 
                                                self-consumed, 
                                                don't 
                                                nobody 
                                                matter?
 
                                    
                                
                                                What's 
                                                it 
                                                feel 
                                                like 
                                                to 
                                                have 
                                                ice 
                                                cold 
                                                slush 
                                                in 
                                                your 
                                                veins?
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                murky, 
                                                black, 
                                                rotted 
                                                heart 
                                                with 
                                                demons 
                                                in 
                                                your 
                                                brain
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                are 
                                                    a 
                                                sellout, 
                                                    a 
                                                turncoat, 
                                                    a 
                                                backstabbin' 
                                                traitor
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ain't 
                                                nothin' 
                                                but 
                                                the 
                                                fuckin' 
                                                down 
                                                button 
                                                on 
                                                your 
                                                elevator
 
                                    
                                
                                                Celebratin' 
                                                hate, 
                                                in 
                                                Hell 
                                                it 
                                                ain't 
                                                another 
                                                hater 
                                                greatеr
 
                                    
                                
                                                Clown 
                                                your 
                                                ass 
                                                down 
                                                to 
                                                hell 
                                                so 
                                                fast 
                                                you're 
                                                bound 
                                                to 
                                                leavе 
                                                    a 
                                                crater
 
                                    
                                
                                                Your 
                                                Riddle 
                                                Box 
                                                don't 
                                                even 
                                                feature 
                                                    a 
                                                question 
                                                mark
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                mystery 
                                                about 
                                                it, 
                                                your 
                                                heart 
                                                is 
                                                just 
                                                extra 
                                                dark
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dirty 
                                                whore, 
                                                ain't 
                                                worth 
                                                    a 
                                                penny 
                                                more 
                                                than 
                                                what 
                                                your 
                                                word 
                                                is
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                which 
                                                is 
                                                worth 
                                                less, 
                                                you 
                                                or 
                                                    a 
                                                big 
                                                bucket 
                                                of 
                                                bird 
                                                shit?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Always 
                                                hidin' 
                                                under 
                                                    a 
                                                mask, 
                                                    a 
                                                dingleberry 
                                                clown
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dead 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                heart, 
                                                listen 
                                                to 
                                                it, 
                                                you 
                                                won't 
                                                hear 
                                                    a 
                                                sound
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                give 
                                                    a 
                                                fake 
                                                name 
                                                'cause 
                                                the 
                                                real 
                                                you 
                                                got 
                                                snakes 
                                                in 
                                                your 
                                                veins
 
                                    
                                
                                                Heard 
                                                you're 
                                                the 
                                                biggest 
                                                bullshitter, 
                                                fakin' 
                                                playin' 
                                                games
 
                                    
                                
                                                Committin' 
                                                betrayal, 
                                                set 
                                                your 
                                                brother 
                                                up 
                                                and 
                                                all 
                                                your 
                                                pals
 
                                    
                                
                                                Strap 
                                                your 
                                                body 
                                                down 
                                                and 
                                                through 
                                                each 
                                                elbow 
                                                drive 
                                                    a 
                                                nail
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                Bedlam, 
                                                and 
                                                Yum 
                                                Yum 
                                                come 
                                                for 
                                                some 
                                                dumb 
                                                young'un
 
                                    
                                
                                                Stretch 
                                                her 
                                                petals 
                                                some, 
                                                and 
                                                here 
                                                they 
                                                come, 
                                                and 
                                                some 
                                                come 
                                                runnin'
 
                                    
                                
                                                Let 
                                                us 
                                                see 
                                                your 
                                                inner 
                                                being, 
                                                where's 
                                                your 
                                                true 
                                                self?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Venomous 
                                                gargoyle, 
                                                wicked 
                                                demonoid 
                                                from 
                                                Hell
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                all 
                                                except 
                                                those 
                                                who 
                                                knows 
                                                your 
                                                evil
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                you're 
                                                sent 
                                                well, 
                                                foes 
                                                and 
                                                his 
                                                ordinary 
                                                people
 
                                    
                                
                                                Never 
                                                meant 
                                                well, 
                                                lurkin' 
                                                the 
                                                aisles 
                                                of 
                                                Home 
                                                Depot
 
                                    
                                
                                                Their 
                                                intent, 
                                                kill, 
                                                but 
                                                light 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                dark 
                                                sequel
 
                                    
                                
                                                Love 
                                                verse 
                                                hate, 
                                                few 
                                                win, 
                                                and 
                                                most 
                                                fail
 
                                    
                                
                                                Beware 
                                                of 
                                                lust, 
                                                love, 
                                                and 
                                                betrayal
 
                                    
                                
                                                Loyalty 
                                                is 
                                                mine, 
                                                loyalty 
                                                is 
                                                divine
 
                                    
                                
                                                Loyalty 
                                                and 
                                                betrayal, 
                                                it's 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                stallion 
                                                to 
                                                    a 
                                                swine
 
                                    
                                
                                                Loyalty 
                                                and 
                                                betrayal, 
                                                it's 
                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                leader 
                                                far 
                                                behind
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                colorful 
                                                scenery, 
                                                    a 
                                                pitch 
                                                back 
                                                blind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Angelic 
                                                or 
                                                demonic, 
                                                fuckin' 
                                                or 
                                                platonic
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                livin' 
                                                or 
                                                robotic, 
                                                free 
                                                and 
                                                clear 
                                                or 
                                                you 
                                                got 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                Harmonic 
                                                and 
                                                elegant, 
                                                blissful 
                                                and 
                                                melodic
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                ear-piercing 
                                                noise, 
                                                catastrophically 
                                                chaotic
 
                                    
                                
                                                Loyalty 
                                                is 
                                                mine, 
                                                loyalty 
                                                is 
                                                divine
 
                                    
                                
                                                Loyalty 
                                                and 
                                                betrayal, 
                                                it's 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                stallion 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                swine
 
                                    
                                
                                                Loyalty 
                                                and 
                                                betrayal, 
                                                it's 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                leader 
                                                far 
                                                behind
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                colorful 
                                                scenery, 
                                                    a 
                                                pitch 
                                                back 
                                                blind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Angelic 
                                                or 
                                                demonic, 
                                                fuckin' 
                                                or 
                                                platonic
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                livin' 
                                                or 
                                                robotic, 
                                                free 
                                                and 
                                                clear 
                                                or 
                                                you 
                                                got 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                Harmonic 
                                                and 
                                                elegant, 
                                                blissful 
                                                and 
                                                melodic
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                ear-piercing 
                                                noise, 
                                                catastrophically 
                                                chaotic
 
                                    
                                
                                                Would 
                                                you 
                                                fuck 
                                                    a 
                                                hottie 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                anthrax 
                                                muff?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Titty 
                                                landmines, 
                                                strychnine 
                                                spit, 
                                                you 
                                                like 
                                                it 
                                                rough
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                this 
                                                bitch 
                                                you 
                                                gotta 
                                                tag, 
                                                so 
                                                you 
                                                spit 
                                                your 
                                                nut
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                then 
                                                you're 
                                                    a 
                                                stiff 
                                                stuffed 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                body 
                                                bag, 
                                                zipped 
                                                shut
 
                                    
                                
                                                Woe 
                                                is 
                                                you, 
                                                'cause 
                                                    a 
                                                hoe 
                                                is 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                got 
                                                no 
                                                loyalty, 
                                                crooked 
                                                soul 
                                                in 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                Holy 
                                                water 
                                                gun 
                                                burnin' 
                                                holes 
                                                in 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                the 
                                                slaughter 
                                                come, 
                                                and 
                                                it 
                                                smolder 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                Someone 
                                                showers 
                                                you 
                                                with 
                                                love 
                                                for 
                                                you, 
                                                they 
                                                die, 
                                                and 
                                                that's 
                                                fact
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                deceit 
                                                and 
                                                betrayals, 
                                                how 
                                                you 
                                                pay 
                                                that 
                                                ass 
                                                back
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                need 
                                                kicked 
                                                in 
                                                your 
                                                ass 
                                                crack, 
                                                smacked, 
                                                'cause 
                                                you're
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                sad 
                                                sack 
                                                of 
                                                shit
 
                                    
                                
                                                Get 
                                                bitch 
                                                slapped 
                                                sick 
                                                until 
                                                your 
                                                lip's 
                                                fat
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bitch, 
                                                get 
                                                back, 
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                care 
                                                if 
                                                your 
                                                tits 
                                                fat
 
                                    
                                
                                                Heathen 
                                                hoes 
                                                skip 
                                                that, 
                                                I'm 
                                                love, 
                                                can 
                                                you 
                                                dig 
                                                that
 
                                    
                                
                                                Blew 
                                                your 
                                                wig 
                                                back, 
                                                I'm 
                                                passed 
                                                on 
                                                dickin' 
                                                you 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                Look 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                battle 
                                                axe 
                                                gashin' 
                                                as 
                                                sick 
                                                as 
                                                it 
                                                sounds
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                take 
                                                your 
                                                hot 
                                                sacks 
                                                home, 
                                                you 
                                                little 
                                                hot 
                                                mess
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                know 
                                                that 
                                                fuckin' 
                                                neden 
                                                murky 
                                                and 
                                                deep, 
                                                home 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                Loch 
                                                Ness
 
                                    
                                
                                                Monster, 
                                                Nessie, 
                                                whole 
                                                pussy 
                                                messy
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                Swamp 
                                                Thing's 
                                                stompings 
                                                and 
                                                gangbang 
                                                rompings
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                serves 
                                                    a 
                                                million, 
                                                you're 
                                                used 
                                                to 
                                                skeet 
                                                on 
                                                tap
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                you 
                                                can 
                                                speed 
                                                on 
                                                before 
                                                you 
                                                get 
                                                peed 
                                                on 
                                                and 
                                                slapped
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                fuckin' 
                                                phonie-ass 
                                                homies, 
                                                yes-man, 
                                                and 
                                                do-bots
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'ma 
                                                drop 
                                                kick 
                                                your 
                                                bitch-ass 
                                                clean, 
                                                hide 
                                                your 
                                                tube 
                                                socks
 
                                    
                                
                                                You're 
                                                sick 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                mic 
                                                stick, 
                                                but 
                                                you're 
                                                wicked 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                soul
 
                                    
                                
                                                Always 
                                                suckin' 
                                                the 
                                                right 
                                                dick 
                                                lickin' 
                                                out 
                                                toilet 
                                                bowls
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                your 
                                                veins 
                                                only 
                                                knew 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                dicks 
                                                that 
                                                you 
                                                swallow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Shit's 
                                                backwards, 
                                                you 
                                                wack 
                                                actors 
                                                all 
                                                hollow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                for 
                                                Juggalos 
                                                hoes, 
                                                'cause 
                                                your 
                                                guts 
                                                hold 
                                                extra 
                                                jism
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                choke 
                                                the 
                                                holes 
                                                out 
                                                your 
                                                neck, 
                                                you 
                                                need 
                                                an 
                                                exorcism
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                know 
                                                who 
                                                gives 
                                                    a 
                                                follow, 
                                                44 
                                                mag
 
                                    
                                
                                                Traits 
                                                of 
                                                bedlam, 
                                                for 
                                                loyalty, 
                                                pour 
                                                out 
                                                    a 
                                                sip 
                                                of 
                                                red 
                                                rum
 
                                    
                                
                                                Loyalty 
                                                is 
                                                fine, 
                                                loyalty 
                                                is 
                                                divine
 
                                    
                                
                                                Loyalty 
                                                and 
                                                betrayal, 
                                                it's 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                stallion 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                swine
 
                                    
                                
                                                Loyalty 
                                                and 
                                                betrayal, 
                                                it's 
                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                leader 
                                                far 
                                                behind
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                colorful 
                                                scenery, 
                                                    a 
                                                pitch 
                                                black 
                                                blind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Angelic 
                                                or 
                                                demonic, 
                                                fuckin' 
                                                or 
                                                platonic
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                livin' 
                                                or 
                                                robotic, 
                                                free 
                                                and 
                                                clear 
                                                or 
                                                you 
                                                got 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                Harmonic 
                                                and 
                                                elegant, 
                                                blissful 
                                                and 
                                                melodic
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                ear-piercing 
                                                noise, 
                                                catastrophically 
                                                chaotic
 
                                    
                                
                                                Loyalty 
                                                is 
                                                mine, 
                                                loyalty 
                                                is 
                                                divine
 
                                    
                                
                                                Loyalty 
                                                and 
                                                betrayal, 
                                                it's 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                stallion 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                swine
 
                                    
                                
                                                Loyalty 
                                                and 
                                                betrayal, 
                                                it's 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                leader 
                                                far 
                                                behind
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                colorful 
                                                scenery, 
                                                    a 
                                                pitch 
                                                black 
                                                blind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Angelic 
                                                or 
                                                demonic, 
                                                fuckin' 
                                                or 
                                                platonic
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                livin' 
                                                or 
                                                robotic, 
                                                free 
                                                and 
                                                clear 
                                                or 
                                                you 
                                                got 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                Harmonic 
                                                and 
                                                elegant, 
                                                blissful 
                                                and 
                                                melodic
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                ear-piercing 
                                                noise, 
                                                catastrophically 
                                                chaotic
 
                                    
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