Представляем точный текст композиции "17 Dead" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста ICP (Insane Clown Posse) . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «17 Dead» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую ICP (Insane Clown Posse) передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
ICP (Insane Clown Posse) - "17 Dead"
Lyrics to 17 Dead : I got shot with a buck shot, shot me down But you know you cant paint a frown on a clown Sewer gutter blood runs through my system Death stopped by but I must have just missed him Am I in a southwest street gang' Do I bang, do I slang, do I let my motherfuckin nuts hang' But do you care I got stabbed in the eye and you wadnt no where And what about the time I got fucked When I got shot in the throat...fuckin sucked But you news wouldnt know me You could give a fuck less never the less unless Something happened in your suburbs Im a cut your daddys neck, you little fuckin nerd I dont give a fuck where youre from boy So dont tell me cuz I dont give a fuck Its all about whats going on in your head Do or dont you care about the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, it dont bother you Do or dont you care about the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, it dont bother you You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection I woke up next to a dead body Roll it out the way and jump out of bed Strap on my kicks and step out my room Cuz somehow theres another stiff in the bathroom Dead fucks all over the grass Im a kick somebody in they dead ass Quick to make a left on Jefferson And I noticed theres another stiff riding shotgun Am I just seeing things' No. Is your mother a soggy ho' I like to drink Faygo, out from the scotties But then one out of one of my homeboys turned into dead bodies But Im straight with that Just dont be leaving your guts in my car n shit Wait a minute, wait, get your head on straight I drop seventeen tears from eyes every fucking day I gotta wonder if they do Should I burn the rebel flag or the red white and blue too I cant do much, but they can But those motherfuckers gotta death wish, man Im gonna swim in they blood shed Justi-justify the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, it dont bother you Do or dont you care about the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, it dont bother you You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection Yeah, dead bodies man They aint so bad I mean theyre all over in the Streets n shit ya know But they dont be fuckin with you They just lay there dead as shit I mean they tasted kinda straight With a little mustard, man Yeah, much worse Seventeen dead bodies hanging from a telephone wire All seventeen on fire Lightening up the sky with the smell of death Rich bigot fucker, take a deep breath Look at you makes me go baddy Motherfucker dont be nothing like your daddy Cuz hes nothing but a redneck hoe Him and his kind created this ghetto They can deal with they own creation Move out farther, suburb vacation But it dont work like that Knock at your door and its me running slug bat Im a stick it to your fuckin nugget About seventeen times and youre gonna love it motherfucker Drive down my street And stare at the folks who cant make ends meat You dont know now but thats the plan Most people in Hell were rich when they died, man Take that to your golden bed Cuz Im a cut your ass up for the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, it dont bother you Do or dont you care about the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, it dont bother you You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection Well, ya know Violent Js kinda wicked If theres a booger in my nose Im a pick it And flick it in your eye like you aint jack And stomp my boots on your nutsac Well, Im Shaggy and Im in the house You dont think so, Ill put a brick in your mouth Cant nobody flex on a nutty clown I got boys down river straight hick town Well, ya know Im coming straight from the trailor park Thats me out front working on the Skylark Im waiting on a check, I dont cut the grass And my womans got babies falling all out her ass Ill be running with the carnival until Im eighty And tonight Im going out with the fat lady I strip the bitch down to the nitty gritty But I aint saying shit about a wooden titty [ 17 Dead Lyrics ]
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