Lyrics Fuck Off - Insane Clown Posse , Kottonmouth Kings

I was screaming FUCK OFF in '94
In '06, Fuck the FUCK OFF even more
Now KMK threw more fuel on the fire
Our shits so hot, make ya wanna retire
ICP (shit)
Kottonmouth (shit)
Your shits so weak, but you still wanna treat
Got my nuts in ur hand... physical... cough
So pull my dick out yo mouth, n (FUCK OFF) (WHAT)
Put your middle fingers up
Im on at the chronic, got my hands on my nuts
I'm all through the hood smoking weed in my truck
Now he's tryna steal my shit, so his ass got fucked
Don't take my shit bitch (FUCK OFF)
Don't take your stuff cuz (FUCK OFF)
If you think your tough bitch, throw your dukes up
Try to jack these clowns, you get beat to the ground

People run their mouth, they will sell you out
And you know the type of busters that I'm talking about
Lying snitches (FUCK OFF)
These two faced bitches (FUCK OFF)
So snap chat twitter (FUCK OFF)
And I'll get wit ya (FUCK OFF)
So FUCK OFF

A fat dick, that is I
Quick to make you think (I wanna slap this guy)
But that there, that would be stupid
Beat ya down, til your pants get pooped in
Do me a favour, n practice til your perfect
I want you to (FUCK OFF)
Good work kid. And now every time that you hear your name
Remember to (FUCK OFF) cuz that's your claim
You can chomp on a dick stick when that gets old
Or just call my hotline everyday and get
Told to (FUCK OFF) and I can place a bullet
Through your Adam's apple and out your mullet
He said (FUCK OFF)
I said, "Yes, you"
You can all FUCK OFF, and the rest too
And from there, we all had a blast
The whole dam world fucked off at last

People run their mouth, they will sell you out
And you know the type of busters that I'm talking about
Lying snitches (FUCK OFF)
These two faced bitches (FUCK OFF)
So snap chat twitter (FUCK OFF)
And I'll get wit ya (FUCK OFF)
So FUCK OFF

Ain't it such a funny thing to see
All the backstabbing from the so-called family
Take a glimpse at the message board and pack my piece
Fire a clip into the sky, better watch for geese
Mothafucker fucker tryna fuck up my career
Fuck if anybody fuckn with the fuckers right here
We're fuckn ready for fuckers,
Who wanna bring us the rucka suckas
Better be quick on the draw
D-Ball heavy on the trigger (WHAT)
Check mate your fate has been sealed (FUCK OFF)
The price is right, so let's make a deal (FUCK OFF)
Hop in the bucket, I'll grab the wheel
God dam fuck it, let's keep it real (FUCK OFF)
I'm a drive this bitch thru the field
Dig me a hole, pull out my steel (FUCK OFF)
POP POP, how does that feel?
Ya fuck everybody, rob, cheat n steal
People run their mouth, they will sell you out
And you know the type of busters that I'm talking about
Lying snitches (FUCK OFF)
These two faced bitches (FUCK OFF)
So snap chat twitter (FUCK OFF)
And I'll get wit ya (FUCK OFF)
So FUCK OFF
Fuck you
Fuck what you stand for
Fuck what u said
Fuck what u heard
Fuck everything about chap
You can fuck off bigger than shit
Better yet, swallow every single inch of my dick
I'm swolle', I'ma leaving ya no room for breath
Make ya tweet that I'm ya favourite rapper until death
Either way fuck off, you done know who ya is.
Run kitty, run done with this homie biz
Fuck all y'all, even the fucks that don't cluck
Fuck you and your gang of dumb fucks (FUCK OFF)
Hey fuck everyone tryin to talk that shit
Fuck that one boy, his other boy a bitch
Kottonmouth dick, I'll spray it in ya face
She gobbled on ma nuts, yes your girl had a taste
Facebook can't use my space,
We don't rep no space 'less the band gets paid
I think it's time to go to trial (trial)
Take back what you took, you a kottonmouth dick
People run their mouth, they will sell you out
And you know the type of busters that I'm talking about
Lying snitches (FUCK OFF)
These two faced bitches (FUCK OFF)
And I'll get wit ya (FUCK OFF)
So FUCK OFF