17 Dead - 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 cuz 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 
Cuz 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 
Cuz 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 
Cuz 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
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Title: 17 Dead