Letras:
Insane Clown Posse Forgotten Freshness Vol 3

kind of regret Insane Clown Posse rippin up shit Woo! Woo! Psychopathic Sodiers Roll THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (Yeah, come on) Down riverside that's how we ryde THE POSSE

me would you show it for me? Or would you throw it to me, jump in your car and bail, Like see you would'nt wanna be your pal [CHORUS x3]

ll peel your cap back with a cannonball I buck them all Fuck them all (Yeah!) We standing tall (Whooooo!!) Three 6 Mafia!! (Yes!! Yes!!) Insane Clown Posse

all I treasure My real father just didn't measure He was gone, without a thing to say! I know he would have failed in comparison anyway. You gave me 3

bigot till your growin old your growin mold, with a soul thats freezin cold so I confess, but even if I'm all wrong I'll be down with the clown till I

used to send violent j to his room (whut?!) when I bust this funky style my money stacks up over miles now I think i'll pass the mic to another fresh

meee theyyyyyyyyy every halloween they want to be meee 3 6 4 people hate my guts on halloween though, they wanna ride my nuts they dress up as monsters, freaks, and clowns

're growin' old You're growin' old, with a soul that?s freezin cold So I confess but even if I'm all wrong I'll be down with the clown till I'm dead and

be me They every Halloween, they want to be me Three, six, four people hate my guts On Halloween though, they wanna ride my nuts They dress up as monsters, freaks, and clowns