17 Dead Lyrics - Mutilation Mix - Insane Clown Posse

I got shot with a buck shot, shot me down 

But you know you can't paint a frown on a clown 

Sewer gutter blood runs through my system 

Death stopped by but I must have just missed him 

Am I in a southwest street gang? 

Do I bang, do I slang, do I let my motherfuckin' nuts hang? 

But do you care 

I got stabbed in the eye and you wadn't no where 

And what about the time I got fucked 

When I got shot in the throat...fuckin' sucked 

But you news wouldn't know me 

You could give a fuck less never the less unless 

Something happened in your suburbs 

I'm a cut your daddy's neck, you little fuckin' nerd 

I don't give a fuck where you're from boy 

So don't tell me 'cause I don't give a fuck 

It's all about what's going on in your head 

Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead 

Seventeen dead, it don't bother you 

Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead 

Seventeen dead, it don't bother you 

You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead 

The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection 

I woke up next to a dead body 

Roll it out the way and jump out of bed 

Strap on my kicks and step out my room 

'cause somehow there's another stiff in the bathroom 

Dead fucks all over the grass 

I'm a kick somebody in they dead ass 

Quick to make a left on Jefferson 

And I noticed there's another stiff riding shotgun 

Am I just seeing things? No. 

Is your mother a soggy ho? 

I like to drink Faygo, out from the scotties 

But then one out of one of my homeboys turned into dead bodies 

But I'm straight with that 

Just don't be leaving your guts in my car n' shit 

Wait a minute, wait, get your head on straight 

I drop seventeen tears from eyes every fucking day 

I gotta wonder if they do 

Should I burn the rebel flag or the red white and blue too 

I can't do much, but they can 

But those motherfuckers gotta death wish, man 

I'm gonna swim in they blood shed 

Justi-justify the seventeen dead 

Seventeen dead, it don't bother you 

Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead 

Seventeen dead, it don't bother you 

You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead 

The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection 

Yeah, dead bodies man 

They ain't so bad 

I mean they're all over in the 

Streets n shit ya know 

But they don't be fuckin' with you 

They just lay there dead as shit 

I mean they tasted kinda straight 

With a little mustard, man 

Yeah, much worse 

Seventeen dead bodies hanging from a telephone wire 

All seventeen on fire 

Lightening up the sky with the smell of death 

Rich bigot fucker, take a deep breath 

Look at you makes me go baddy 

Motherfucker don't be nothing like your daddy 

'cause he's nothing but a redneck hoe 

Him and his kind created this ghetto 

They can deal with they own creation 

Move out farther, suburb vacation 

But it don't work like that 

Knock at your door and it's me running slug bat 

I'm a stick it to your fuckin' nugget 

About seventeen times and you're gonna love it motherfucker 

Drive down my street 

And stare at the folks who can't make end's meat 

You don't know now but that's the plan 

Most people in Hell were rich when they died, man 

Take that to your golden bed 

'cause I'm a cut your ass up for the seventeen dead 

Seventeen dead, it don't bother you 

Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead 

Seventeen dead, it don't bother you 

You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead 

The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection 

Well, ya know Violent J's kinda wicked 

If there's a booger in my nose I'm a pick it 

And flick it in your eye like you ain't jack 

And stomp my boots on your nutsac 

Well, I'm Shaggy and I'm in the house 

You don't think so, I'll put a brick in your mouth 

Can't nobody flex on a nutty clown 

I got boys down river straight hick town 

Well, ya know I'm coming straight from the trailor park 

That's me out front working on the Skylark 

I'm waiting on a check, I don't cut the grass 

And my woman's got babies falling all out her ass 

I'll be running with the carnival until I'm eighty 

And tonight I'm going out with the fat lady 

I strip the bitch down to the nitty gritty 

But I ain't saying shit about a wooden titty