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Icp Insane Clown Posse Forgotten Freshness Vol 4

Crooked preacher killa Crooked preacher killa Crooked preacher killa Crooked preacher killa Crooked preacher killa Crooked preacher killa Crooked

victim falls so silently Clown paint with a hoodie my face glows at night Lurking through shadows all feels so right Bloodshed on my arms warm as the feeling Fresh

Homies yeah thats my dog Homies cause were down by law Homies everything that we are Homies yeah thats my dog Remix! Let me ask you this about this

If i was a king all bitchs would blow me Big bag piles of jewels for my homies We would go to war and take everybodys land No clothes alound for female

line This is a jack move a noted imma take what i find And this revolver close range will sure to blow your mind I got some homies from the deep claimin ICP

back off me Get your stale ass off me Jump back off me Back your stale ass off me Im fresh im fresh So fresh so fresh So fresh because i wont have stress

This one is for my people all the very people This one is for my people We got trees growin out the dirt for us to climb on beats attackin your ears

I really aint got no wins Thats all right I never had nothin to spin playa Thats still all right I aint got to many friends Thats all right I dont know

Smack that bitch right across the lips Cause she aint nothin but a filthy bitch Beat the freak in the head with a cinder block Blackin her eyes your lunatic