Представляем точный текст композиции "First Day Out" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста ICP (Insane Clown Posse) . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «First Day Out» — 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) - "First Day Out"
Lyrics to First Day Out : "Got another funky rhyme Another funky, funky rhyme Got another funky rhyme Another funky rhyme Another funky, funky rhyme" "Aw shit, man, thats the ICP!!! This is my jam!!! Im on a psychedelic, motherfucking inter-gallactic void G!!! Aw, shit!" [Violent J] Well, they let the gate up so I bail Its been six months pick me up from the county jail With a smog mother payin my dues Steel toliets, worn blankets, and rubber shoes But I aint naggin Here come the fellas I can hear the muffler draggin 8 men in the car long And the Faygo is almost gone My nuts are kinda hard so I need a mate So my homeboys cousin set me up with a blind date She said "Pick me up at three" Cant bitch, the bus dont ride your street, ho We gonna eat at Mexican Village Take a cab and Ill pay the tab And when she showed, well, Ill be damned Left my wallet at home on the TV stand Have her pay him and for dinner too The knot in my sock, it done bit you Shes all prettied up for nothing Im smelling like shit and my chin is scruffing And Im chewing on my food like a pitbull Cuz I wont front for the ho Stuck my face in a bowl of soup And just sucked it all up threw my missin tooth The bitch jumped up with a boom "I have to fix my hair" and broke to the bathroom Shes got the tab, so I go for mine And order up some 52 vintage wine Hey, Louie, bring a fuckin steak with that Motherfuckers like jail say fuck dat Shes back now and her hair aint fixed Probably took a long greasy-ass smelly shit I aint saying nothing though I aint saying nothing bout the funkin ho Whats up bitch, Im ready to break How long can one fat bitch take' Quite snacking and pay me saps Cuz we goin home to meet her pops "So Joe, what is that you do for a living'" "Aww, come on pops, you seen me selling rocks on Verner and Springwell. Matter fact, I think I sold to that fat bitch in the kitchen" [Violent J] Your dads really cool sweetheart I mean him letting me use his car And he slipped me a fifty Violent J is kinda nifty If Id a hit youd be home through But now your coming home with me Dad I gotta bitch in the bedroom Take your ass to the bar and dont come home soon Now the jugglas known to smack hoes But I need the shot too So I switch to the mack mode "Now woman, you know I love you So why dont you just let me fuck you Now bitch, I know yous a freak So let me get a little kiss on your cheek And a fuck to go with that Come on, nympho, let me hit that Tell ya what you let me stick it And I gotta left over piece of chicken for ya Ya little sewer skank Ya nasty little pipe-smoking sac-chasing ho And that was that A little smooth talking she was on her back And Im finally sticking Dump ya, and Im eating my chicken Youll never guess what My first day out and I caught my nut" First day out and I caught my nut [ First Day Out Lyrics ]
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