Lyrics Two Shot - Insane Clown Posse

Yeah. We been through a lot in the
Last couple years or so, but we still alive
We always gonna be here
Right. You know, and that's the thing.
Simple fact of the matter is,
Out of everything looking at in the future
The simple fact is, some people gotta die. You know what I'm saying?
Right

Slychotically sick, demento, deranged
Insane Clown Posse never gonna change (Never)
Run, little bitches, 'cause I know you're scared
Mike E. Clark on the beat with a fat beard
We throw Faygo like we own stock in 'em (yeah)
But we don't, we just won't stop jockin' 'em
I seen daisies grow up into palm trees
I seem prom queens get old and sport mom jeans
I know, I rocked over three thousand shows
And I know, I rocked over a thousand hoes
And I know, I rocked over a hundred noses
Yo, all of that's word to Moses
I drink thirty 5-Hour Energys
And then swarm the enemy as if there's ten of me
I do the Texas two-step in Tennessee
For the homie [?], pour out a little [?]

(Two shot) Of wicked wicked rhymin'
(Two guys) These fools are here connivin'
(New spot) Of everywhere that I'm in
Don't you know we ain't scared
(Two shot) Of wicked wicked rhymin'
(Two guys) These fools are here connivin'
(New spot) Of everywhere that I'm in
Don't you know we ain't...

Catch me in your backyard wearing a pig mask
What the fuck am I doing back there?
You don't know, ho, so yo, run to the store
And grab oodles of ramen noodles and throw your cell phone
Blow, bop, 'cause I won't stop, bitch
They'll never be a day we close up shop
We outlast the competitors who turn on each other
In fightin' drama, warrin' on your brothers, heh
Must've smoked too much of that dust
Put the mic down, 'cause now you're drivin' a bus
The scene is gettin' ugly; I can see it in the skies
And if we go to war, fucking everybody dies
Except the Wicked Clowns, because y'all know better
[?] you can withstand any damn weather
One thing remains true, that we love a fight
We jumpin' in head first if anything ignites

(Two shot) Of wicked wicked rhymin'
(Two guys) These fools are here connivin'
(New spot) Of everywhere that I'm in
Don't you know we ain't scared
(Two shot) Of wicked wicked rhymin'
(Two guys) These fools are here connivin'
(New spot) Of everywhere that I'm in
Don't you know we ain't scared

Which one of you mother fuckers out there wanna die first?
If you ain't down with the clown, you get pounded to the ground, bitch
Ain't no more love for you mother fuckin' hoes
[?] all

Fuck the whole damn earth (fuck 'em) and everybody livin' on it
I'm so damn sick of this bullshit, I wanna vomit
Ran into a dark alley, trippin' and screamin'
It was there I transformed into a demon
Started stompin' smashin' homes and car crushin'
Punching through building balls and bum rushing
All the innocent lives I could possibly kill
Top story: Man loses all his will

I fucking join pilates, to peep out hotties
Quit after two classes; there was no fine asses
Got me a new reality show, I must brag
It's called Strangulations, with Shaggy Shaggs
On the first episode, it's gonna be dope
They got me trying to choose leather gloves or rope
The director asked if I could stop my swearin'
In the next scene, his skin I was wearing'

(Two shot) Of wicked wicked rhymin'
(Two guys) These fools are here connivin'
(New spot) Of everywhere that I'm in
Don't you know we ain't scared
(Two shot) Of wicked wicked rhymin'
(Two guys) These fools are here connivin'
(New spot) Of everywhere that I'm in
Don't you know we ain't scared

You better pack your fag bags and beat it, bitch
'Cause when our new shit drop, everybody dies
It's a brand new era, and only hatchet boys get to play in this park
Danger danger, stranger

(Two shot) Of wicked wicked rhymin'
(Two guys) These fools are here connivin'
(New spot) Of everywhere that I'm in
Don't you know we ain't scared
(Two shot) Of wicked wicked rhymin'
(Two guys) These fools are here connivin'
(New spot) Of everywhere that I'm in
Don't you know we ain't scared