Представляем точный текст композиции "Never Had It Made" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста ICP (Insane Clown Posse) . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Never Had It Made» — 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) - "Never Had It Made"
Lyrics to Never Had It Made : First I was born young and healthy I told my mother one day Id be wealthy Cant forget my first day at school Got stabbed in the head with a pencil, but its cool Get my education A job and a family, a good reputation And what about grade two' Got shot in the neck and the bullet went straight through But Im packing a textbook Dont fuck with me cuz Im going to grade three Thank god its lunch in a minute Bit into my hot dog with a razor blade in it And it cut my tongue off But I know how to multiply so whats up, boss Finally had to step out I dropped out of school when they ripped my neck out Who knows where the road led' Seen a man with a briefcase and no head So Im like fuck that Show me a quarter and an ounce of crack And Im straighter than a fucking lightpost I sold a lot of crack but I bought the most Now Im a basehead down on my luck Roaming the streets and got hit by a Mack Truck And thrown about a block But Im thinking nothing but gimme a rock Holding my sign Ill work for crack With my old-ass E.T. shirt on my back And Im sleeping in the gutter Right next to Jam Towns mother Im eating dead rats in the street I keep on checking for my ownheart beat Now Im weighing at a buck-o-five Twitchy little neck and Im barely alive Got my first taste of life in hell I ate a dead, shh, but dont tell Excuse me, sir, can you spare some change' Ill cut your face off and eat your brains You know all about me You act like you aint seen penatentiary Spitting and cussing and you know Ill piss With these iron braces on my fucking wrists And Im heading for the slammer Serial killer, all on the camera First day, they broke my back Next day, they broke my neck Third day, they broke my leg Fourth day, they broke my head Swallowing kept on trucking But therell be no fucking Thats strictly for the soft Seen a freak in a week and my nuts fell off So Im finna escape How much shit can one clubno take' "Stop, fool. Stop or Ill fire" Shot me off and I fell in the razor wire Im all tangled up, cut cut cut slit slit cut cut You dont love me, I really dont care Tie my ass up in the electric chair I got no family, I got no friends I pray to God that my life ends They thought that they had killed me They took me to the morgue Im just a little stiff thats all, like a board I lay there in my coffin, just chill and wait and chill But then I jump out knife swinging all about And motherfucking-mother-mother-mother-motherfucking kill I used to wonder what lifes about Until it chewed me up and spit me out Your ghetto created a psycho nut Not just psycho psycho nut Now Im living in the walls of your house And Ill die there and lay and rot like a dead mouse Im packing a sickle Im on your roof and Im playing the fiddle You want me in a straight jacket Cuz when I see a throat, Im a hack it Where Im at' Whats my name' Somehow, somewhere, I got hit by a train And it ripped my legs off Huh, nothing but a minor coft You cant get me I swing from a tree Shouting and cussing and shooting at me Everybodys end make two cents A branch broke and I fell on a picket fence Im stuck and theyre coming to get me Rip myself off and I took my lungs with me Im stuffing them back in Fuck! They wont go back in Now my lifes gettin dense Cuz my hearts still beating on a wooden fence They shoot me up and down Thinking thinking thinking clown Wicked wicked wicked clown You wanna know all about a wicked clown I never had it made... [ Never Had It Made Lyrics ]
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