Представляем точный текст композиции "Ghetto Freak Show" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста ICP (Insane Clown Posse) . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Ghetto Freak Show» — 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) - "Ghetto Freak Show"
Lyrics to Ghetto Freak Show : [Chorus X4] Ghetto freak show Ghe Ghe Ghetto Freakshow Ghetto freak Ghe Ghetto Freakshow Its three oclock in the morning and youre sleeping Wicked clowns in the moonlight creeping Slide through your window under your bed Crawl in through your ear, eat your head Bumping into bones cuz I need light Tip-toeing down through your windpipe Climbing down your spine was the fun part Looky looky and I think I see your fucking heart Uh huh so Im stabbing like it aint nothing Wicked clown cut his way out your belly button Im like a vulture waiting in a dark place Swooping down and Im picking at your dead face Im sick but you dont know the whole deal No one ever loved me and they never will Bitch, I take you out on a blind date But then they find you dead under a wooden crate Rapped in a bag deep in the woods Cause my mother always said I was no good Locked me in a closet, fed me dog shit Well, Im out now, so motherfucker watch it The insanitys grip will never let go Heres your chance to a glimpse of a ghetto freak show [Chorus X4] Im a freak show coming to your house Standing at your porch, chewing on a dead mouse Im looking like a fly so you swat me Keep chasing me even though you got me So what you wanna do to a ghetto thug First you starve me and feed me them fuckin drugs Turn me into a wicked, wicked cat Im coming to your house, so catch ya catch ya clown Gotta have a fucking throat, hatchet once, hatchet twice Gotta have the governor, the richer fucker, pay the price Driving with your woman, thats sweet Never even know Im in the back seat Chat chit-chat about the weather But then I slam they fucking heads together Is it jealousy, they never loved me So now Im ripping out your guts and its ugly Im trapped, dont wanna be a rich man Not a poor man, I need my own land Because the rich man be stressing all the dumb stuff They cut there fucking wrists if the grass aint green enough Right there in your face, you cant tag it Just found out your son is a faggot Dick-sucking, butt-fucking homo man If ya stressing then you better talk to mojo man Insanitys grip will never let go Heres your chance to catch a glimpse of a ghetto freak show [Chorus X4] Ahaha, Violent J, the Ghetto Freak Show Hes still alive The ultimate amazing freak show Is here on the Carnival of Carnage Line up and see him Lived years in the slums And hes still alive to tell about Line up and see him Hes nasty, hes disgusting Hes filthy, he is a freak show And you can see him live at the Carnival of Carnage You, young man You look like you could use a viewing Of a good freak show Line up, bring your sister, your brother And see the ghetto freak show Violent J is still alive [ Ghetto Freak Show Lyrics ]
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