Hell's Pit- Bowling Balls - 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
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Title: Hell's Pit- Bowling Balls