ICP (Insane Clown Posse) - Is That You? Lyrics

Violent J, Violent J, is that you?
I'm on the microphone, so what'cha wanna do?
Violent J, Violent J, is that you?
A wicked, wicked clown painted just for you
I drink Faygo it's only a buck-ten
I'm a pour it on your tits when we f*cking
Cause I'm with that kinky shit, hoe
I can see you butt-naked in your window
Shimmy up the house side dash
Now I'm gonna press my nuts on the glass
Let me in, hoe, don't ya know
I'm Violent J of the ICP, yo I got me a check let's cash it
If I could spend it with the hoes I'm crashing
But don't get all geek slut
Cause I'm a buy ya some lava to wash your butt
What's this clown shit about?
A knife to your neck and your throats hanging out
With a do-me-ray
Now it's about time I say

Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
Yeah, let me tell ya what I wanna do
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? [Yodeling]
Frontin', they frontin', everybody's frontin'
Violent Violent J is gonna tell ya something

If ya know a bitch who got grits
Kid Rock, Kid Rock will probably eat that shit
Boohoo motherf*cker what'cha cry for
I'm that nigga that your bitch would die for
The whore showed up at my front door
So I f*cked her in the ass and I threw her out the back door
The bitch thought it was a cake drive
She said drive me to the city, so I dropped her off at lakeside
You driving me home, well I meant ta
But plans have changed so get your ass on a Semta, hoe
Hoe, this ain't no taxi I be mackin' hoes, they don't mack me
Never slacking, hoes I be macking
Kid Rock, Kid Rock Never slacking, hoes I be macking

Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit
The funk, the funk from the old days
Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit
The funk from the old days

Well, I'm up for the shot in a minute
Show me a valley, I might yodel in it
Like somebody else I know I been to Mount Plen
as I've been to Romeomeomeo
Wicked clowns gonna flow for ya son
Three for the treble, eight for the drum
Five for the homies that I run with
Bitch call your mother cause you're done with
Toe tip-toe, I snuck in your house
And fell asleep butt-naked on the front couch
So, excuse me, pops, I'm napping
So could ya shut the f*ck up with that yapping
And your wife's all worked up for nothing
She act like she ain't never seen a wang or something
Cause it really don't matter I'm a show my nuts to innocent bystander
Every f*cking day
Cause it's about time I say

Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
Yeah, let me tell you what I wanna do
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
I just said it was motherf*cker

Skinny dipping in the pool, you know I drown hoes
F*ck them doggie style and play that ass like a bongo
Hit it, hit hi-hit it
Hitting homerums and never wimp, ho
Smoke my dick like it's a big spliff
This ain't a blooper and I'm no joker
But I can shoot a nut 50 foot like a super soaker
But I won't pull it out for a cheap joke
Instead I play John Holmes in a sequel to Deep Throat
Taste the nut in your mouth, just to school ya
But ho, don't let the smooth taste fool ya
Don't let the smooth taste fool ya...