Father, I confess for doing
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I had a brain, but life had to ruin it
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Dissinfected, Disected, Don't Respect It
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When you put me in a cage full of animals
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Savages and cold blooded canibals
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I can't help but come but abouts me
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try to run but they found me, surround me
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Then they choke ya, and provoke ya
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try to smoke ya, turn you into a joka
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I tried to rub it off, but its all I know
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the only thing I ever knew, so what to do
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look at you, a bigot till your growin old
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your growin mold, with a soul thats freezin cold
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so I confess, but even if I'm all wrong
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I'll be down with the clown till I'm dead and gone
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[Chorus]
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I confess, this lady had a purse, so I took it
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I took it home, opened it, I shook it
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she had papers, lipstick and nail polish
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credit cards and about 27 dollars
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I bought a 5th, drank it and laid there
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it seemed like, I could see the purse everywhere
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on the light post, by this mail box
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I tried to run from it, I ran a couple blocks
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but there it was, on the side walk, waitin for me
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it tried to lure me to it, I had to fuckin' do it
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I picked it up, and stuck my fuckin' hand in it
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it was full of rats, and they fuckin' bit it off
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father I confess, I'm a criminal
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but my worlds too subliminal around me
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look at them, all the wicked masses
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thats why I'm down with the clown till I'm ashes
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[Chorus]
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Its like a circus, a wicked carnival
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Everybodys got a tickit, they're lookin
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For the freaks, to point and gawk at
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Look at yourself, the jokes on you jack
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[Chorus]
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[Repeats Until Song Ends]
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Confessions
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| ICP (Insane Clown Posse) |
