Текст Insane Clown Posse – Satellite
Текст:
You’re life’s shitty, wow, is that what you said man?
Try and tell that to a dead man In the red man, stress in the head man, no bitch in the bed, yeah, I been there
Well let me try to steer you up here, Sabu
That’ll cheer you up sad fool
You got a roof above ya and if not?
You got 2 legs beneath ya and if not?
At least you ain’t getting beat down and shot
You still got a lot, a lil spot, a lil cot, a lil pot
Tube socks, the dude on the block is sleeping on 2 rocks!
And you got more than him in that shoe box
You got a best friend and dude rocks!
And it’s you your crew jocks, so load the Juke Box and do a few shots
‘Cause you ain’t got a tombstone, like Tupac’s
Bless me with the sight of a satellite I can’t always see from here, can’t always see clear from down here
Bless me with the sight of a satellite I can’t always see from here, the bigger picture disappears
«Freedom» shouldn’t be tookin for granted
Or in my opinion, you deserve a dick implanted
In your recital hole and another in ya cock sucka
‘Cause you a cock sucka, motha fucka!
Motha fucka! Motha fuckas like you
Ain’t motha fuckin right dude, I’ll fuckin’ fight you
Shit, you can fall in love at any time
It don’t cost a dime, but being locked up is lost time
My homie Esham pointed out, the worst punishment for crime is when they fuck off your time
It’s worth more than anything, money, sex, love, all of the fuckin’ above
The Dirtball’s a playground all the way around
Explore it and clown, and pray you stay around
So quit yelling life sucks, adore this
You’ll understand when you’re full of riggamortis
Bless me with the sight of a satellite I can’t always see from here, can’t always see clear from down here
Bless me with the sight of a satellite I can’t always see from here, the bigger picture disappears
Out here, we all Pac Mans, in a maze, running from ghouls
«Everyday I’m Hustin'» But like fools we tend to, overlook the privilege and the right, to be given this life
We focus on the bullshit and the strife. Shit ain’t always right
But what’s wrong? A car line long. Much worse, a hearse
We ain’t better off in a coffin, in some church, or with Lurch in the morgue, filleted like perch
«Life Sucks» We’ve all sang that song
‘Till we’ve heard the fat gong, buried in a dirt nap lawn, like
«Boy was I wrong, that wasn’t that long Let me go again and get my mack on»
Realize the prize, recognize game and peep and don’t be a lame sheep, and don’t sleep
You got a lot to live for, think not, get more! Love life! It’s what the shit for
Bless me with the sight of a satellite I can’t always see from here, can’t always see clear from down here
Bless me with the sight of a satellite I can’t always see from here, the bigger picture disappears
(Bitch, the shit’s dope…)
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