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Psychopathic Rydas Psychopathics From Outer Space

butt naked all over the floor It felt weird though cause we was at the Faygo store. [Chorus] Momma don't like this wicked clown I might come from

in a metal chair Fizzle my nut hair Bad enough I'll be dead Yet I'm tryin to figure out a way To keep my eyes from poppin out my head Oh they'll remember

Make sure aint nobody seein me. As I move to the trunk of the stolen car. Up to the back door with the crowbar. So far the plans fullproof. All from the

rollin down south With a swisher sweet hangin out my mouth And sport a Hank Allen cowboy hat But after I tap it, man fuck that Bitch I'm from the big

Eminem huh? You wanna diss us? You wanna diss Insane Clown Posse and Twiztid? Well here goes a remix From us to you This is the truth about Slim Anus

phase with the planet to see how they medicate her. She's high off that cane. Depending how you slang you can get most anything. From a nickel bag of

walk around my neighborhood in my slippers and my sweats Snoring loud and mumbling steady squeezin necks Never have to worry about traffic or the cops All I have to do is stay away from

spit glocks and hit spots Ignites, shells drop Then we bail from cops Boo yeah like in the chronicles, feelin bionicle Get high with me Yo ryda, then come ride with me Full clip, Psychopathic Rydas