Lyrics Insane Clown Posse – Party In The Woods
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Uh, somethin’ bit me
I’m deep in the woods at night, but I’m not scared
Fact is, I’m part of what’s there
Impared, drunk, I’m feelin’ alright
In the forest, we sleep with the insects
All up in sects, trading respects
Moses couldn’t part a sea of us, baby
With ABK on the stage. Fool, you crazy
We firin’ the shot. It’s our time
Even piggies don’t cross our line
Throwin’ 40’s at the helicopters flyin’ above
They lookin’ for trouble but findin’ nothin’ but love
Danger, danger, Shaggy’s on a golf cart, drunk
Up in the woods, a street punk
With 10,000 others, just like me too
Deep in the woods, cries of «Whoop, whoop!»
Crows dancin’ in the clouds above
Trees clappin’ they branches and showin’ us love
These days belong to us!
They belong to us
These days belong to us!
They belong to us
«Hey, who the fuck ate my hot dog?»
Goals get achieved when we in the woods
Kids are conceived when we in the woods
Shit you can’t believe when we in the woods
Wicked Clowns take stage, and they steal your goods?
Fuckin’ bullshit! Devil’s henchmen sneakin’ in
We got ninjas in the trees, watchin’ for thievin’
We rock in the woods, nothing like in the venues
And look a this hottie’s butt-naked-ass body
Fuckin’ under the blankets, our beer breath stankin’
Toss me a cheeseburger. I’ll steal your blunt and peel off
Ran into a tree stump and broke the wheel off
And you real soft, passin’ out, you didn’t see Twiztid
They did the fuckin’ new shit, and your missed it
In the woods, you can hear the bump all night
We family together, and We’ll Be Alright
Crows dancin’ in the clouds above
Trees clappin’ they branches and showin’ us love
These days belong to us!
They belong to us
These days belong to us!
They belong to us
«Whoop, whoop! Whoop, whoop! Whoop, whoop!»
In the woods at night, find me up in the club
Chaos throughout the forest, nothin’ but love
(«Hey, where the fuck are you from?») The loon district
The place where that hatin’ bullshit is restricted
Body slams in the woods, slam dancin’ in the forest
We become muddalos if the rain pours
So the fuck what? I’m still slappin’ this mud-duck butt
It’s all good. I don’t give a fuck what!
Crows dancin’ in the clouds above
Trees clappin’ they branches and showin’ us love
These days belong to us!
They belong to us
These days belong to us!
They belong to us
Crows dancin’ in the clouds above
Trees clappin’ they branches and showin’ us love
These days belong to us!
They belong to us
These days belong to us!
They belong to us
Oh, the stagecoach was a headin’ through the mountains
This day they called the Wells Faygo express
The cargo, so I hear, Faygo old-fashioned root beer
The tasty drink with creamy head goodness
«Look out! It’s a holdup! It’s Black Bart!»
«Oh! Save me! For my life I fear!»
«Oh, hush up, gal. It’s that famous drink I want
That case of Faygo old-fashioned root beer»
«Stand where you are
Black Bart, you are through»
*gunshots*
So, the stagecoach went on headin’ through the mountains
And old Black Bart went off to jail, I hear
The Faygo Kid. Which way did he go? Which way did he go?
He went for Faygo!
«Now’s the time for you to go for Faygo old-fashioned root beer
The big one-liter bottle is now on sale at participating grocers»
Album
Insane Clown Posse – Insane Clown Posse - Forgotten Freshness Vol. 5
