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Insane Clown Posse

Genres: Hip-Hop

Hell's Pit- Bowling Balls Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Friends don't come easily and this I know 

And every time I make one they always say they gotta go 

I wanna talk with people and look 'em in the face 

I wanna take 'em home and they can stay at my place 

All the talking I could do, I would never lie to you 

We take a quick ride, homicide, then I confide in you 

And I can love you and technically even though you're dead 

You'll always be around cause I'm keeping your head 

 

I keep heads on shelves everywhere in my cellar 

I even own the melon of a dead fortuneteller 

The rotted ones I keep 'em up in fat pickle jars 

And the new ones we lay on the lawn and look at stars 

Its illegal, I know, but so is smoking weed 

And who the fuck, gives a fuck, when you have a need 

I collect human heads fresh up off the neck 

Face, lips, hair, nose, ears, gimme dat 

 

Faces people know more than names 

The hair is there and all the brains 

Your head would mean so much to me 

Your head would mean so much to me 

 

I wont dis you, you wanna wear a hat? What? 

How you want your eyelids open or shut? 

Your head would mean so much to me 

Your head would mean so much to me 

 

Sometimes I put 'em in my bowling bag and bring em' to work 

Play with their hair under my desk, with my bare feet 

Theyre like, stuffed animals all over the bed 

Human heads Pam, Jennifer, Hubert and Ted 

I even put one in the shower water comes out the mouth 

I kick a few around the yard when I feel like going out 

I blow air in the mouth piece and duct tape it shut 

Bring 'em in the pool and the heads will float up 

 

I'm not a sicko, yo, though I've had girlfriends 

I even put their makeup on and theke 'em for a spin 

I'm not a murderer like that, not really 

Only every Halloween the house do look kind of silly 

You know the homeless people that bother you for change? 

Almost all of my collection, from them is where they came 

I'm not insane about it, its just the world's too crouded 

And maybe I'ma do something a mother fuckin 'bout it 

 

Faces people know more than names 

The hair is there and all the brains 

Your head would mean so much to me 

Your head would mean so much to me 

 

I wont dis you, you wanna wear a hat? What? 

How you want your eyelids open or shut? 

Your head would mean so much to me 

Your head would mean so much to me 

 

I need some therapy to help me deal with this shit 

Dr. Wiggle Farmer, I need to make a visit 

He told me heads are normal but I gotta brush their teeth 

So now I'm brushing four mouths at a time using my feet 

He also told me to keep them from the dog 

But I already knew that, she chew their faces off 

And then Dr. Wiggle Farmer asked me for a couple 

I went into my bag and gave him two like " no trouble" 

 

Now Ive got therapy I'm feeling much better 

I'm happy forever, me and my craniums together 

They all over the house and they roll around the floor 

And if its got an afro I use it for a pillow 

I'm ill though, I never should've worried anyway 

I shoot head hoops and don't care what people say 

You can ask Dr. Wiggle Farmer for yourself 

He's the 3rd head down, top row, 3rd shelf 

 

Faces people know more than names 

The hair is there and all the brains 

Your head would mean so much to me 

Your head would mean so much to me 

 

I wont dis you, you wanna wear a hat? What? 

How you want your eyelids open or shut? 

Your head would mean so much to me 

Your head would mean so much to me 

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