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Insane Clown Posse( ICP )
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Lockdown
Spittin' and cussin' and you know I'm pissed, with them iron braclets on my fuckin' wrists, And I'm headed for the county, with all of you mother fuckers all around me, Dressed in my original county blue, with my fresh do rag and the rubber shoes. Sixth months in a cement bedroom, make friends fast make 'em fuckin' soon . Five months left and I don't even smoke, ciaggarettes like money, so I guess I'm broke. Drop two months I'm down to four, with the homies playin' spades on the dirty ass floor, Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Chillin' with my homeboy Bruno, hangin' out at the rec. we was playin' UNO, And this crack head's gonna try and take my seat, so I whipped his ass and I caught another week. Now I'm starin at a plastic bowl, cuz the next five days I'm in the hole. One month left and I'm growin' kinda thin and theres stubbles on my god damn chin. Three days good time, I guess I lucked out. My time is done, let me the fuck out, No more talkin my cock down, I'll go fuck me a bitch, cuz I'm outta this lockdown, lockdown... (echos off)
- Special thanks to Shoes_ for correcting the lyric.
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