"Does this excite you? Think about it! Does it not stagger the
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imagination? No builder on earth can concieve any structure to
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compare to the mansions above. Won't that be something when you go
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to live in your own mansion? There'll be no concern about paying for it,
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it's already taken care of. There'll be no worry about veing moved out
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of it. It will be yours forever."
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[Shaggy 2 Dope]
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I got shot, ah!, the murder was heinous
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The bullet went in my eyeball and out my anus
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And I was hit, that was it, on the spot
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Flash, I woke up in a parking lot
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And I'm sittin in a '64 Reinkeys
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With Shaggy Dope written on the car keys
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I look around I can't believe that it's possible
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I'm dead, and I made it to the carnival
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I walk in, it's everything I dreamed of
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Everybody and they momma got clown luv
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Japanese, Lebanese, and Chinese,
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Portuguese, and southwest ghetto g's. (woowoo)
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Hangin' out with redneck truck drivers
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Instead of always givin' each other piledrivers
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I see my old homey, he died in a drag
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Chillin with two bitches, "What up, Shaggs?"
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And he passed me a blunt like a tree trunk
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I tried to hit it, but couldn't even fuck with it
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And to think, I always been afraid to die
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But I ain't never goin back to wonder why.
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[Chorus (2x)]
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We all gonna die, but I'm not gonna fry
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Even though most never try
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I'm not gonna let this pass me bye, no
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[Violent J]
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I was born, first, they threw me in a shit pile
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I dealt with it, and lived there for a while
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I got dissed on, pissed on, and beat down
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Mutilated, and tossed out a dead clown
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Next thing ya know, I'm chillin' at the big top
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Free money, and mad bitches non-stop
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No water, it's Faygo on tap
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I wash my hair, and my face, and my butt-crack with it
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Cuz I can, cuz I'm phat paid
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I got a five story funhouse with a maid
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And she walks around with her titties hanging out
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And when I cough, she come and dust my balls off (woowoo)
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I'm headed up to the show, I'm gonna see
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Jimi Hendrix, Selena, and Eazy E
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Elvis tried to open up but got dissed off
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We got pissed off, because he sounded like butt
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There's no fights, it's a perfect match
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Hillbillies in the crowd tryin' to cabbage patch
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And to think, I've always been afraid to die
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But I ain't never goin back to wonder why.
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[Chorus (2x)]
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[Violent J]
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Did ya ever burn your finger on somethin? hey
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Well picture this, your nuts burnin that way
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And a roman candle stickin' in your butthole
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That's where the greedy skank motherfuckers go
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[Shaggy 2 Dope]
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This is all hell now, we livin' in it
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But this bullshit'll be over in a minute
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Then it's off to the Faygos and neden hoes
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New clothes, and patent leather for your toes (woo-woo)
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[Violent J]
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And while you sit around cryin' for your dead friend
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He's chillin' up there, paid, getting mad ends
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He's probably there tryin to figure out why you're sad
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He's on the beach gettin' fat, you got it bad
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[Shaggy 2 Dope]
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And for those who ain't down for the next man
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Who rob from the poor, and snatch all ya can
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And any chicken talkin' shit, lemme tell ya something
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Hold a lighter to your balls, and you'll see what's coming
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[Chorus (2x)]
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"Does this excite you? Think about it! Does it not stagger the
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imagination? No builder on earth can concieve any structure to compare
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to the mansions above. Won't that be something when you go to live
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in your own mansion? There'll be no concern about paying for it,
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it's already taken care of. There'll be no worry about veing moved out
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of it. It will be yours forever."
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[Chorus (10x)]
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Pass Me By
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ICP (Insane Clown Posse) |