Taste - Insane Clown Posse F/ Esham

Intro: Violent J 

The Time has come for the blood to run into the streets paved with gold 
We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long 
And like animals we kill each other for the hatred of others 
We must move into the suburbs and punish the rich for their ignorance 
For the horror of death that is part of our life in our neighborhood 
And give them a taste of the same 
And when we kill the governments children 
And the streets smell of death 
maybe then we will see our situation in a new light 
And put an end the the chaos in the ghetto and an end to the killings 

Verse one: ViolentJ 

Heard whats going on in the free world 
Broke out the asylum and killed a girl 
Just ta warm u, just to get it on 
Cause im gonna be cutting throats till the break of dawn 
Can't nobody get me 
I've always been a psycho now they coming with me 
That's straight when we team up 
cause I believe every throat deserves a good cut 
Look in my brain its fucking insane 
roll around naked in the acid rain 
Rich bitch fucka took me for a sucka 
Now we killing you instead of killing each other 
Walked in the house, shot him in the mouth 
Leaned back the head, and pulled the brains out 
My list are strong its only a saw 
The government fronts like they dont know what is going on 
Fuck, ill take the matter in my own hands 
Cut ya down cat, cut ya down 
Cause i know the rich go jogging 
And im waiting in the bushes,axe to the nogging 
About 30 or 40 times,psychodelic sick with the psycho psycho rhymes 
But ya keep the killer in one place, 
But I'm at ya door, motherfucker have a taste! 

Verse two: (Nate The Mack) {Shaggy 2 Dope} 

(Fucking you up wont let you pass, fucking you up, shot you in the ass) 
{Jumped out the alleyway with a muthaphucking battle axe} 
{12 dead bodies on the muthaphucking train tracks} 
(Im sick of this shit i see on the TV,they showing psychopathics and i see me) 
(And ya calling me a homeless hobo, 
while I'm laying on my suede couch listening to mojo) 
{Snipe ya in the head from a tower, 
or chase ya naked ass clear out the shower} 
{Finally catch ya on the block, 
take this here gat and shoot ya in the eye} 
(Who ya fucking wit governer E? 
Don't ya know I'll hang ya dead ass from a tree) 
{Then swing ya by ya foot} 
{Mister drumma looking bald headed punk bitch} 
(Stroll to the banquet party) 
{Drank all they brew} 
(Then shot everybody) 
(They set it up wrong, 
created the ghetto and thought it wouldn't last long) 
{Thought we'd kill each other off, 
didn't think we'd come to the suburbs.jackoff} 
(The clowns stick this knife in ya Face) 
({Motherfucker, Have a Taste}) 

Verse three: Jump Steady 

In Detroit doing time, time being done 
Without not another solution 
Without nothing but wicked men 
How many muthaphuckas ive know through the years 
Got they necks blown off or crippled in their fear 
Now iull tell ya cause i been in many Schools for this 
Cause im drawn by the vision and close my hand into a fist 
Raised in the crime with nothing to eat 
So my natural instincts to kill in the street 
Im going to war and i sent you caution 
JumpSteady stepping over the governments brainwashing 
(Take it, Take it farther, take it far) 
Dont let them even judge ya, cause you know who you are 
Seems they dont even know about the inner city crime war 
Moneys on the jews in the desert but what the fuck for 
Damn the're stupid,The mine are surrounded 
Think i like to pay a lesson to a gallon 
And save a human life or two 
End this ghetto war for the homies that i once knew 
ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes 
(Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes hoe) 
I got a mind killing rage waiting on my change 
On the holes on my jacket i craddle my gage 
What ya gonna do if i show up at your place 
Try to ignore it this time, motherfucker have a taste 

Verse four: Capitol E / Esham 

Ya need a spoonful, another wants a little taste 
So let me feed you the city like in a steady pace 
Ya wake up to gunfire thining it was a dream 
Till ya hear ya neighbors holla and ya young child scream 
Everyday thang, thank it to ya 
Just wait till you see that cracka at ya front door naked 
Begging for money, acting like he know ya 
Ya slam the door in fear, but some day he'll show ya 
Catch ya at point blank range ya getting jacked 
(come up wit it bitch) 
Now ya dont know how to act 
But that's the life and the experience of a mother 
Happends everyday, one another the other 
But the suburb living is high class 
With a high class leather city trade with ya ass 
And show ya the rough times 
Hungry homeless people commiting crime after crime 
And bitches working the pike for dough 
Then they run to the rock sella to buy some rocks slow 
And i hear ya making fun of that... 
ICP (What's up E) Gets ya bats 
It's time for you to crack some necks 
And if they dont know now, show them what to expect 
Cause it dont matter the race or the place 
Capitol E giving the inner city Taste 

Interlude: Violent J 

Yea! We heading to Birmingham,gross point and beverly Hills 
I thought you knew, cause we in a devilish mood 

Verse five: Esham 

Guess who's rolling with the ICP, That black devil comming straight from the D 
Im heading out to birmingham,to tip off a german 
And looking for the governer to kill him and i think i can 
Violent J know the way so im gonna getcha 
If ya standing in my way im getting wit ya 
The black devil, that devil ya dont know 
Getting more pussy than Bel Biv Devoe 
Hey man do you know my name? 

(Esham) 
Im down with notics, nuts on train 
So give me mine cause it aint about black or white 
It aint about wrong or right on Devil's night 
I burn a cross in ya fucking face 
Now homicide's got a new case 
So give me a taste