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Is That You? by Insane Clown Posse Featuring kid rockViolent j, violent j, is that you? I’m on the microphone, so what’cha wannaDo? Violent j, violent j, is that you? A wicked, wicked clown painted just for youI drink faygo it’s only a buck-tenI’m a pour it on your tits when we fuckingCuz I’m with that kinky shit, hoeI can see you butt-naked in your windowShimmy up the house side dashNow I’m gonna press my nuts on the glassLet me in, hoe, don’t ya knowI’m violent j of the icp, yo I got me aChecklins cashingIf I could spend it with the hoes I’m crashingBut don’t get all geek slutCuz I’m a buy ya some lava to wash your buttWhat’s this clown shit about? A knife to your neck and your throats hangingOutWith a do-me-rayNow it’s about time I sayKid rock, kid rock, is that you? Yeah, let me tell ya what I wanna doKid rock, kid rock, is that you? yo, nate, yo,Nate woohoo!!!Frontin’, they frontin’, everybody’s frontin’Violent violent j is gonna tell ya somethingIf ya know a bitch who got gritsKid rock, kid rock will probably eat that shitBoohoo motherfucker what’cha cry forI’m that nigga that your bitch would die forThe whore showed up at my front doorSo I fucked her in the ass and I threw her outThe back doorThe bitch thought it was a cake driveShe said drive me to the city, so I dropped herOff at lakesideYou driving me home, well I meant taBut plans have changed so get your ass on theCentaurHoe, this ain’t no taxi I be mackin’ hoes, theyDon’t mack meNever slacking, hoes I be mackingKid rock, kid rock never slacking, hoes I beMackingViolent j serving ghetto hard street shitThe funk, the funk from the old daysViolent j serving ghetto hard street shitThe funk from the old daysWell, I’m up for the shot in a minuteShow me a valley, I might yodek in itLike somebody else I know I been to mountPlenAs I’ve been to romeomeomeoWicked clowns gonna flow for ya sonThree for the treble, eight for the drumFive for the homies that I run withBitch call your mother cause you’re done withToe tip-toe, I snuck in your houseAnd fell asleep butt-naked on the front couchSo, excuse me, pops, I’m nappingSo could ya shut the fuck up with that yappingAnd your wife’s all worked up for nothingShe act like she ain’t never seen a wang orSomethingCuz it really don’t matter I’m a show my nuts toInnocent bystanderEvery fucking dayCuz it’s about time I sayKid rock, kid rock, is that you? Yeah, let me tell you what I wanna doKid rock, kid rock, is that you? I just said it was motherfuckerSkinny dipping in the pool, you know I drownHoesFuck them doggie style and play that ass like aBongoHit it, hit hi-hit itHitting homerums and never wimp, hoSmoke my dick like it’s a big spliffThis ain’t a blooper and I’m no jokerBut I can shoot a nut 50 foot like a super soakerBut I won’t pull it out for a cheap jokeInstead I play john holmes in a sequel to deepThroatTaste the nut in your mouth, just to school yaBut ho, don’t let the smooth taste fool yaDon’t let the smooth taste fool ya...