Insane Clown Posse Pass me by Lyrics

"Does this excite you? Think about it!
Does it not stagger the imagination?
No builder on earth can conceive any structure to compare to the mansions
above.
Won't that be something when you go to live in your own mansion?
There'll be no concern about paying for it;
it's already taken care of.
There'll be no worry about being moved out of it. It will be yours forever."

I got shot, Bahh! The murder was heinous.
The bullet went in my eyeball and out my a___.
And I was hit, that was it, on the spot,
Flash, I woke up in a parking lot.
And I'm sittin in a '64 Rinekeys,
With s___gy Dope written on the car keys.
I look around I can't believe that it's possible,
I'm dead, and I made it to the carnival.
I walk in, it's everything I dreamed of,
Everybody and they mama got clownlove.
j__anese, Lebenese, and Chinese,
Portuguese, and southwest ghetto G's. (hoo hoo)
Hangin' out with redneck truck drivers,
Instead of always givin' each other piledrivers.
I see my old homey, he died in a drag,
Chillin with two b____es, "What up, s___?"
And he passed me a blunt like a tree trunk,
I tried to hit it, but couldn't even f___ with it.
And to think, I always been afraid to die,
But I ain't never goin back, to wonder why.
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We all gonna die. But I'm not gonna fry.
Even though most never try, I'm not gonna let this pass me by, no.
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I was born. First they threw me in a s___pile.
I dealt with it, and lived there for a while.
I got dissed on, p___ed on, and beat down,
Mutilated, and tossed out a dead clown.
Next thing ya know, I'm chillin' at the big top,
Free money, and mad b____es non-stop.
No water, it's faygo on tap,
I wash my hair, and my face, and my b___-crack wit' it,
Cuz I can, cuz I'm fat paid,
I got a five story funhouse with a maid,
And she walks 'round wit' her t__ties hangin' out,
And when I cough, she come and dust my b____ off. (hoo hoo)
I'm headed up to the show, I'm gonna see,
Jimi Hendrix, Selena, and Easy-E,
Elvis tried to open up but got dissed off,
We got p___ed off bcuz he sounded like b___, There's No fights it's a perfect match, hillbillies in a crowd tryin ta cabage patch. And to think ive always been afraid to die but I aint ever goin back. To wonder why.

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Did ya ever burn your finger on somethin', hey,
Well picture this, ya nuts burnin' that way.
And a roman candle stickin' in ya b___hole,
That's where the greedy snake m____ f___as go.
This is our hell now, we livin' in it,
But this bullshit'll be over in a minute,
Then it's off to the faygos and nedin hoes,
New clothes, and patent leather for your toes. (hoo hoo)
And while ya sit around cryin' for ya dead friend,
He's chillin' up there peggin nedens.
He's probably there tryin' ta figure out why you're sad,
He's on the beach gettin' fat, you got it bad.
And for those who ain't down for the next man,
Who rob from the poor, and s_____ all ya can,
And any chicken talkin' s___, lemme tell ya somthin',
Hold a lighter to your b____, and you'll see what's comin'.
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