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Insane Clown Posse - Taste - текст песни, видео

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Новый альбом группы 'Черный Кузнец' по культовому сериалу 'Сверхъестественное'!
featuring Esham 


    Intro: Violent J 


    The Time has come for the blood to run into

    the streets paved with gold 

    We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so


    And like animals we kill each other for the

    hatred of others 

    We must move into the suburbs and punish the

    rich for their ignorance 

    For the horror of death, that is part of our life in

    our neighborhood 

    And give them a taste of the same 

    And when we kill the governments children 

    And the streets smell of death 

    maybe then we will see our situation in a new


    And put an end the the chaos in the ghetto

    and an end to the killings 


    Verse one: ViolentJ 


    Heard whats going on in the free world 

    Broke out the asylum and killed a girl 

    Just ta warm u, just to get it on 

    Cause im gonna be cutting throats till the

    break of dawn 

    Can't nobody get me 

    I've always been a psycho now they coming

    with me 

    That's straight when we team up 

    cause I believe every throat deserves a good


    Look in my brain its fucking insane 

    roll around naked in the acid rain 

    Rich bitch fucka took me for a sucka 

    Now we killing you instead of killing each other


    Walked in the house, shot him in the mouth 

    Leaned back the head, and pulled the brains


    My list are strong its only a saw 

    The government fronts like they dont know

    what is going on 

    Fuck, ill take the matter in my own hands 

    Cut ya down cat, cut ya down 

    Cause i know the rich go jogging 

    And im waiting in the bushes,axe to the


    About 30 or 40 times,psychodelic sick with the

    psycho psycho rhymes 

    But ya keep the killer in one place, 

    But I'm at ya door, motherfucker have a taste! 


    Verse two: (Nate The Mack) {Shaggy 2 Dope} 


    (Fucking you up wont let you pass, fucking you

    up, shot you in the ass) 

    {Jumped out the alleyway with a

    muthaphucking battle axe} 

    {12 dead bodies on the muthaphucking train


    (Im sick of this shit i see on the TV,they

    showing psychopathics and i see me) 

    (And ya calling me a homeless hobo, 

    while I'm laying on my suede couch listening

    to mojo) 

    {Snipe ya in the head from a tower, 

    or chase ya naked ass clear out the shower} 

    {Finally catch ya on the block, 

    take this here gat and shoot ya in the eye} 

    (Who ya fucking wit governer E? 

    Don't ya know I'll hang ya dead ass from a tree)


    {Then swing ya by ya foot} 

    {Mister drumma looking bald headed punk


    (Stroll to the banquet party) 

    {Drank all they brew} 

    (Then shot everybody) 

    (They set it up wrong, 

    created the ghetto and thought it wouldn't last


    {Thought we'd kill each other off, 

    didn't think we'd come to the suburbs.jackoff} 

    (The clowns stick this knife in ya Face) 

    ({Motherfucker, Have a Taste}) 


    Verse three: Jump Steady 


    In Detroit doing time, time being done 

    Without not another solution 

    Without nothing but wicked men 

    How many muthaphuckas ive know through the


    Got they necks blown off or crippled in their


    Now iull tell ya cause i been in many Schools

    for this 

    Cause im drawn by the vision and close my

    hand into a fist 

    Raised in the crime with nothing to eat 

    So my natural instincts to kill in the street 

    Im going to war and i sent you caution 

    JumpSteady stepping over the governments


    (Take it, Take it farther, take it far) 

    Dont let them even judge ya, cause you know

    who you are 

    Seems they dont even know about the inner

    city crime war 

    Moneys on the jews in the desert but what the

    fuck for 

    Damn the're stupid,The mine are surrounded 

    Think i like to pay a lesson to a gallon 

    And save a human life or two 

    End this ghetto war for the homies that i once


    ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes 

    (Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes


    I got a mind killing rage waiting on my change


    On the holes on my jacket i craddle my gage 

    What ya gonna do if i show up at your place 

    Try to ignore it this time, motherfucker have a



    Verse four: Capitol E / Esham 


    Ya need a spoonful, another wants a little taste


    So let me feed you the city like in a steady


    Ya wake up to gunfire thining it was a dream 

    Till ya hear ya neighbors holla and ya young

    child scream 

    Everyday thang, thank it to ya 

    Just wait till you see that cracka at ya front

    door naked 

    Begging for money, acting like he know ya 

    Ya slam the door in fear, but some day he'll

    show ya 

    Catch ya at point blank range ya getting


    (come up wit it bitch) 

    Now ya dont know how to act 

    But that's the life and the experience of a


    Happends everyday, one another the other 

    But the suburb living is high class 

    With a high class leather city trade with ya ass 

    And show ya the rough times 

    Hungry homeless people commiting crime

    after crime 

    And bitches working the pike for dough 

    Then they run to the rock sella to buy some

    rocks slow 

    And i hear ya making fun of that... 

    ICP (What's up E) Gets ya bats 

    It's time for you to crack some necks 

    And if they dont know now, show them what to


    Cause it dont matter the race or the place 

    Capitol E giving the inner city Taste 


    Interlude: Violent J 


    Yea! We heading to Birmingham,gross point

    and beverly Hills 

    I thought you knew, cause we in a devilish



    Verse five: Esham 


    Guess who's rolling with the ICP, That black

    devil comming straight from the D 

    Im heading out to birmingham,to tip off a


    And looking for the governer to kill him and i

    think i can 

    Violent J know the way so im gonna getcha 

    If ya standing in my way im getting wit ya 

    The black devil, that devil ya dont know 

    Getting more pussy than Bel Biv Devoe 

    Hey man do you know my name? 



    Im down with notics, nuts on train 

    So give me mine cause it aint about black or


    It aint about wrong or right on Devil's night 

    I burn a cross in ya fucking face 

    Now homicide's got a new case 

    So give me a taste
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