Fearless Fred Fury

Insane Clown Posse

2019 Released

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Intro

01 : 54

Red Fred

02 : 32

Fury!

04 : 24

West Vernor Ave.

03 : 40

WTF!

04 : 35

Satellite

03 : 55

Seriously Hilarious

03 : 40

Game Over

05 : 02

Night of Red Rum

03 : 56

Low

03 : 15

Triplex

04 : 41

Nobody’s Fault

04 : 47

Hot Head

05 : 02

Shimmer

05 : 57

Freedom

05 : 12

Beware!

00 : 43

I Like It Rough

06 : 14

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Track Lyrics

Red Fred Lyrics

[Intro]

Fight back

Murderer, murderer, murderer, murderer

[Verse 1: Violent J]

No, Red Fred, he does not forgive (No)

After you meet Fred, you don't live (No)

With Fred, you get no other chance (No)

Past Fred, don’t nobody advance (Nah)

Don't ever think Fred only playin' (Nah)

Face Fred, it ain’t no use in prayin' (Nah)

Fred enjoys all that ho-ass cryin' (Nah)

Escape Fred, it ain't no use tryin'

[Chorus]

Red Fred (Spreadin', spreadin')

Red Fred

Red Fred (Spreadin', spreadin’)

Huh, fight back

[Verse 2: Violent J]

Yes, Fred’s there both in life and in death (Yes)

Fred begins when ain't nothin’ left (Yes)

Fred won't hurt you, no, he'll do worse (Yes)

When Fred's nearby, screaming occurs (Yeah)

Fred is your agony source (Yeah)

Fred’s punishment's void of remorse (Yeah)

Your bloodshed is Fred's uniform (Yeah)

Fred's all around you like a swarm

[Chorus]

Red Fred (Spreadin', spreadin')

Red Fred

Red Fred (Spreadin', spreadin')

Catch a fuckin' bullet, fight back

Red Fred (Spreadin', spreadin')

Red Fred

Red Fred (Spreadin', spreadin')

Huh (Huh), huh (Huh), fight back

[Bridge: Shaggy]

Woo, get punished, mothafucka

You been a bad ho

Shit, you been a sad ho

A sad mothafuckin' sorry sack of pussy shit (Yeah)

Scared to get yours, scared to have nuts

Red Fred gonna punish you for being a pussy hole

And since you a pussy hole, get fucked, mothafucka

[Verse 3: Violent J]

Yes, Fred's the revenge you never got (No)

Fred's all your dignity shot (Yes)

Fred's all the drive you didn't know (No)

Fred will burn these into your soul (Yeah)

Fred's the revenge you never got (Nah)

Fred's all your dignity shot (Yeah)

Fred's all the drive you didn't know (Nah)

Fred will burn these into your soul

[Chorus]

Red Fred (Spreadin', spreadin')

Red Fred

Red Fred (Spreadin', spreadin')

Fight back

Red Fred (Spreadin', spreadin')

Red Fred

Red Fred (Spreadin', spreadin')

Fight back

Fury! Lyrics

[Intro]

Willaby Rags here, wanting to know

How much pain will you withstain

Before all your worry turns into fury?

[Verse 1: Violent J]

I got in my home and I ran in my room

I cut off the lights and the pressure consumed me

Wet is my face from the tears in my eyes

I can taste them, they're salty, my life I despise

No matter how often I'm beat down, it's shocking

Tears falling upon a shotgun I'm cocking

Alone in the corner, sitting on the floor

My feelings hurt so bad, they're dead to the core

Pitch black as my room disrupted by the glow

Red 665 on the clock radio

Illuminating the shadows sprawled out on the wall

The scariest imagery I've ever saw

A symbol of anger strong as a tornado

Of toxic pollution is rocking my cradle

And shocking me is the impact of his fist

It woke me up to the simple fact that I'm pissed

[Chorus]

(It's fury)

Fight back! (Get up) Fight back! (Get up) Fight back!

(Come on) Fight back! (Get up) Fight back! (Fury)

[Verse 2: Violent J]

Fuck all that forgiving the other, bitch

Bitch, I will murder your mother, bitch

I'll store your head in the cupboard, bitch

Fuck all that dyin' and cryin' and whinin'

And I want revenge, I don't die, bitch

Murder-go-round, you gon' ride, bitch

Fuck all that, bitch, suicide, bitch

Bitch, I got you to die (Fight back)

No more complaining, 9 milli' burst

Blood will be raining, follow the hearse

Woke up a giant, too far they pushed me

Never deny I'm a scrub, but I'm no pussy

Swung a machete, tip of the skull

Split down the middle, you fitted and all

Wicked is the clown, boom, bang, and pow

Shapaw, chah, poof, plow

[Refrain: Violent J]

Hey son, you're facin' helly retaliation

Napalm, it's on

Hey son, you're facin' helly retaliation

Napalm, it's on

[Verse 3: Shaggy 2 Dope]

I'm sucker punchin', it's suckers I'm punchin'

Squeeze the cocksucker's throat, hear the bones crunchin'

He'll need a vegetable tube when he's lunchin'

'Cause everything neck up could no longer function

Still, I tortured him to death in my dungeon

Dumped him in the alley at Vernor and Junction

That corpse laid there rotten, became hella pungent

And perfect for Flip and his friends to be munchin'

How long can you heat me until we see fire?

Beat me 'til we see my patience expire

How long do you think you can treat me like shit?

'Til you screw up and I screw your head off your neck

How far do you think that elastic can stretch?

Til' I'm shootin' your head through my basketball net

It slaps on the pavement, all fleshy and wet

'Til I run up and punt that lunk of shit, pow!

[Chorus]

(It's fury)

Fight back! (Get up) Fight back! (Get up) Fight back!

(Come on) Fight back! (Get up) Fight back! (Fury)

[Verse 4: Shaggy 2 Dope]

Bitch, I done ran out of tears, bitch

Fury that's spawned out of fears, bitch

I'll stab a screwdriver deep in each ear

'Til I know that you hear me and fear me and clearly

Smack me, my paint never smears, bitch

But that check your ass never clears, bitch

Fred Fury taught me revenge is the way

Payback's even worth waiting for years (Fight back)

Taking a chance again with the jab (With the jab)

Repeated offense, it would've perhaps (Would've perhaps)

This nobody snaps, and then it's too late (Then it's too late)

My will restricting me from fighting back breaks

My thinking is null, react with a bat (React with a bat)

Swing for the skull, connect with a smack (Connect with a smack)

Instant I swerve, cracking the wood (Cracking the wood)

Every face staring was freckled in blood

[Refrain: Violent J]

Hey son, you're facin' helly retaliation

Napalm, it's on

Hey son, you're facin' helly retaliation

Napalm, it's on

Hey son, you're facin' helly retaliation

Napalm, it's on

Hey son, you're facin' helly retaliation

[Interlude]

Fred Fury is all in your feeble, fearful flaws

Formulating into one ferocious fog in the afterlife

Whose fiery fist will fuck you up

Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

[Outro: Violent J]

Hey son, you're facin' helly retaliation

Napalm, it's on (665)

Hey son, you're facin' helly retaliation

Napalm, it's on (665)

Hey son, you're facin' helly retaliation

Napalm, it's on (665)

Hey son, you're facin' helly retaliation

Nap-

West Vernor Ave. Lyrics

[Intro]

Fight back, fight back

Yeah

[Verse 1: Shaggy, Violent J & Scarface]

So I'm marinating at home, sippin’ cheap wine in the recline

I'm on bottle two, so this beast fine

Bitch givin' me a lap dance, but honey heavy

She weigh more than a 3500 Chevy

She lifted her belly, (Bush) wack surprise

Pussy had fro like the Jackson 5

Just then, rounds, rounds, get down

They wanna nix this wicked clown

I took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded

Reached for the Uzi at my foot, and I unloaded

But them hoes got away in time

And my bitch headless, but she’ll be fine

I shot back in the passion's heat

Killed somebody grandma across the street (Damn)

They all gon' die, no, they can't hide

As soon as we find out who

[Chorus]

We gonna ride down to West Vernor Avenue (Hey)

And open fuckin' fire (Clowns, bitch)

We gonna ride down to West Vernor Avenue (Hey)

And burn our fuckin' tires (Whoop, whoop)

[Verse 2: Shaggy]

The Southwest Side is like Baghdad, yeah

People get killed for a gang rag, yeah

If you're my enemy, I'll make your brain hang, yeah

Out the side of your head, big game of tag, huh

You’re it, bitch, "it" being dead

And it was a basehead chick who said

Her brother’s boys, The Murder Rats

Was who tried to kill me, I heard that

Pow, bitch, head paints the wall

Bitch dead, but she ain't fall

Still propped up, vacant look in her eyes

Death’s quite the surprise

[Chorus]

We gonna ride down to West Vernor Avenue (Hey)

And open fuckin' fire (Clowns, bitch)

We gonna ride down to West Vernor Avenue (Hey)

And burn our fuckin' tires (Whoop, whoop)

[Verse 3: Shaggy]

Looking for revenge, three hours

Where the fuck are these bitch-ass cowards?

Searching the ghetto zone, all sides of it

Like pussy holes, they're rarely seen in public

We asked Big Red and Meth Head Sally

Yeah, I took a sec and got head in the alley

We went back home, almost got inside

But J called, he found ’em

[Bridge: Violent J]

Shaggy, yo, them cocksuckers tried to kill you (To kill you)

Dumping hot slugs through your home, what the fuck?

Let's ride and go make some headlines (Some headlines)

Five dead in the ghetto zone, whoop, whoop

[Verse 4: Shaggy & Violent J]

Duck low, rode by three times, triple checkin' (It's them!)

And as best we reckon, it's them

Slangin' that bath salt and that spice

Today, though, bad advice

Four scrubs in a bucket, pullin' up dumpin'

Empty the full clip, quickly bust 'em

Pop, pap, pop, pap, pop, pap (Stop that)

Shot dead all five

[Chorus]

We had to ride down to West Vernor Avenue (Hey)

And open fuckin' fire (Clowns, bitch)

We had to ride down to West Vernor Avenue (Hey)

And burn our fuckin' tires (Whoop, whoop)

[Interlude: Violent J]

Ha-ha-ha-ha

No one even called the police, ha-ha-ha

Dead on the street all damn week, okay

[Chorus]

We had to ride down to West Vernor Avenue (Hey)

And open fuckin' fire (Clowns, bitch)

We had to ride down to West Vernor Avenue (Hey)

And burn our fuckin' tires (Whoop, whoop)

[Outro]

Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh

Willaby's words of wisdom, bitch

Don't expect peace and tranquility

Without at least some hostility, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

And if you're on easy street, bitch

You've got some potholes comin'

Some are gonna be so deep

You can look down 'em and see old Beelzebub himself (Brother)

Pinchin' a hot loaf

Like, what the fuck?

Night of Red Rum Lyrics

[Verse 1: Violent J]

Rat-a-tat, tick tock, red rum, my dick bled some (Oh)

Flip sipped the blood spat with his red rat tongue

Then I opened the door (Yeah?), scopin' the whore (Yeah?)

Took a pen, popped it in her titty, hoping it pours

I laughed hard, yanked it out, and she was too stunned to speak (I'll bet)

I autographed the bloody titty, she punched my cheek

I split quick, but baby still chasing me, hurtin'

Titties bobbing in her face and the stab hole's squirtin'

Hurdled over a tombstone, but she couldn't clear it

She like a wounded parrot and here come a carrot

A big rock, she begged me to stop, I said sure

And spread her head into slop like it dropped from top floor

Wiping blood on my face 'cause I'm a red rummer

My eyes spit flames my heart pounds like thunder

Snuff out the sun and let the dark swell come (Yes)

The night of red rum has begun, we having dead fun

[Chorus]

Tweedle dee and tweedle dum

If you're in need of some bleeding fun

(Red rum, yum, red rum, flex some bedlam)

Lobba geeka, loppa zun, so needed I'm speakin' tongues

(Red rum, yum, red rum, flex some bedlam)

Die, die, die, die

(Red rum, yum, red rum, yum yum, bedlam)

Die, die, die, die

(Red rum, yum, red rum, yum yum, bedlam)

[Interlude]

Fuck, that had to be some good potent shit, homie

You were fucked up

Any left?

[Verse 2]

Rockin' a bloody hoodie, bloody skully, bloody kicks, and jeans

Bloody face, bloody fists, 'til I licks 'em clean

Walkin' down Grand River, where the chicks are seen

This little ho, I suppose, is only 16

Turn your dick green, make it spit steam, keep your shit clean

Get cream and a hip shot, hooker chick thought

I'm all bloody, could I be the Southwest Strangla?

Baby, I'm a painter and my van's parked on Chamers

How much to fuck a nut off in your butthole?

Haha, really though, what's the ticket on that dirty pussyhole?

"Twenty-five a BJ, fifty for a fuck," hit me

You in luck, slut, come with me to my truck

But I chucked her in the dumpster, punched her, stomped her

Puncture, ice pick, thirty time monster

Camel Clutch, bent the bitch all the way back

Until the slut snapped, the back of her head tucked in her buttcrack

[Chorus]

Tweedle dee and tweedle dum

If you're in need of some bleeding fun

(Red rum, yum, red rum, flex some bedlam)

Lobba geeka, loppa zun, so needed I'm speakin' tongues

(Red rum, yum, red rum, flex some bedlam)

Die, die, die, die

(Red rum, yum, red rum, yum yum, bedlam)

Die, die, die, die

(Red rum, yum, red rum, yum yum, bedlam)

[Interlude]

Hell yeah, and I figured you was always a little soft weak ass pussy bitch boy, fuck

[Verse 3]

There's slimy black snakes slither in and out of my ears, it's chop time

I'm blood-soaked but fine 'cause ain't a drop mine

Like magic, my rock will transform your head

From a fat solid mass to a splash of red

I killed a cop, a jogger, and I think a neighborhood dog

They search for me, closin' in, I laugh in the fog

I'm Mr. Happy, psychotic and crazy

If I could, I'd squeeze your neck and pop your head off, daisies

Found a thick liquor bottle, snuck into a titty bar

The bouncer had his back turned, I hit him hard

It shattered, he turned around like ain't nothin' happen

And then dropped, delayed reaction, haha, I stabbed him

Jumped on stage, the whore thought it was a joke and popped her ass at me

With a piece of glass I cut her throat and heard a loud pop

And then my head rocked

Behind me, brain slop

Hit the mirror, bartender's dead shot

Head shot, on spot, never saw the red dot

Everywhere spread hair and skull chips, head slop

Said the head cop (Fuck 'em), the shit was red hot

And props for that cock who shot the lead and never said stop

[Chorus]

Tweedle dee and tweedle dum

If you're in need of some bleeding fun

(Red rum, yum, red rum, flex some bedlam)

Lobba geeka, loppa zun, so needed I'm speakin' tongues

(Red rum, yum, red rum, flex some bedlam)

Die, die, die, die

(Red rum, yum, red rum, yum yum, bedlam)

Die, die, die, die

(Red rum, yum, red rum, yum yum, bedlam)

Tweedle dee and tweedle dum

If you're in need of some bleeding fun

(Red rum, yum, red rum, flex some bedlam)

Lobba geeka, loppa zun, so needed I'm speakin' tongues

(Red rum, yum, red rum, flex some bedlam)

Die, die, die, die

(Red rum, yum, red rum, yum yum, bedlam)

Die, die, die, die

(Red rum, yum, red rum, yum yum, bedlam)

Low Lyrics

[Intro]

I like it (Fight back)

Low

[Verse 1]

I am mink, I'm that cheetah

When I sink my fangs

I'm that blade in your kidney

The sickness in your brain

'Cause I'm low (Low, underneath the bottom)

Forever low (Wretched, vile and rotten)

I'm so low, I look up and I see Hell's glow (Low)

[Refrain]

I like you

Hey, I like you

Low

[Verse 2]

Are you clean? (Are you clean?) 'Cause I'm dirty ('Cause I'm dirty)

Like a wet bloodstain

I'm that clap (I'm that clap) in that neden (Uh)

'Bout to infect that wang

And I'm like fleas (Crawlin' on your balls)

Yellow rain (Piss all on the walls)

I'm so low, I look up and I see Hell's glow

[Bridge]

Antifreeze in your cola (Low)

The Ayatollah (Low down)

Ebola (Low)

The high that own ya (Low down)

Lie in a coma (Low)

Die from pneumonia (Low down)

Lies that control ya (Low)

You ride that boner (Low down)

Poison dart to your blowgun (Low)

The wicked shogun (Low down)

Evil twin Hulk Hogan (Brother, low)

Tank Hogan (Brother) that one no fun

The tragedy projector (Low)

Save the day rejecter (Low down)

Catastrophe injecter (Low)

You and your doom connector

Brother

[Refrain]

Yeah

Low

Low down

Low

[Verse 3]

I'm a snake (I'm a snake), see me slither (See me slither)

Down into my hole

Conversate (Conversate) with the devil (With the devil)

I sold and stole my soul back

'Cause I'm so low

Nobody admires

The depths I go

Not sewer rats or spiders

I'm so low, I look up and see Hell's glow

[Outro]

Low

Brother

Triplex Lyrics

[Intro: Shaggy 2 Dope]

Close your eyes and relax, okay?

Alright, is Eddy around?

Can I hear from Eddy today?

Eddy, do you wanna tell me what's on your mind

[Verse 1: Violent J]

Bloody red, bloodshed, gutted hoes, and death

Hatin' women, I kill 'em 'til it ain't none left

Call me Machete Eddy, tell Betty be ready

Slice her titties off and chop 'em into slops of spaghetti

[Interlude: Shaggy 2 Dope]

Not good

Okay, how about Hank?

Hank, what's up with you today?

How's the diet going?

[Verse 2: Violent J]

I wanna fuck a fat lady, have fat babies

And love 'em and shove 'em in a fat microwave oven

And eat 'em naked in my backyard at midnight grubbin'

Run to the toilet, guts bubblin', and blow it up

[Interlude: Shaggy 2 Dope]

Jesus Christ

And what about Dan?

Is my friend Dan around today?

[Verse 3: Violent J]

Dan man, here

I had three sisters, four brothers

I killed all of them fother muckers

A sacrifice for the girl I loved, who cares if she's a he? Listen

I was born a she, why do we keep missing?

[Chorus]

Three murderers, one morbid man

Don't question why, in the mind of a lunatic

Three murderers, one morbid man

Triplex of violence in the mind of a lunatic

Three murderers, one morbid man

Don't question why, in the mind of a lunatic

Three murderers, one morbid man

Triplex of violence in the mind of a lunatic

[Interlude: Shaggy 2 Dope]

Eddy, are you there?

You're not planning to harm any women, right?

Remember, we talked about self control

[Verse 4: Violent J]

Fuck that, I'm gonna fuckin' murder Khloe Kardashian

Run straight through her front door and crash it in

Headbutt her motherfuckin' forehead and bash it in

Snap pics of the dead bitch and cash 'em in

[Interlude: Shaggy 2 Dope]

Yeah, okay, and Hank?

How 'bout you, buddy?

How are you doing with self control?

[Verse 5: Violent J]

It's Fat Hank again

Uh, look here, I chewed off my own toe

The pain was vicious but the shit was delicious

I ate my left hand too, you think it's dumb shit

But I don't know though, yo, 'cause it was scrumptious

[Interlude: Shaggy 2 Dope]

Dan, are you in there?

Dan, you've got someone at home who loves you very much

Somebody special, right?

[Verse 6: Violent J]

I guess, but I kind of turned her head backwards

I heard a snap, her skin wrinkled, I whacked her silly

And I shaved all the hair off the back of her melon

And painted Love's face there, "Welcome back," I tell him or her

[Interlude: Shaggy 2 Dope]

Obviously I need to increase your medication

[Chorus]

Three murderers, one morbid man

Don't question why, in the mind of a lunatic

Three murderers, one morbid man

Triplex of violence in the mind of a lunatic

Three murderers, one morbid man

Don't question why, in the mind of a lunatic

Three murderers, one morbid man

Triplex of violence in the mind of a lunatic

[Interlude: Shaggy 2 Dope]

Eddy, do you remember the exercises to calm your anger?

How you feeling buddy?

[Verse 7: Violent J]

I feel like I'm sick of killing hookers, it's too easy

Cops say, "So what?" and yawn

Unless you leave the bloody, naked slut on they lawn

They don't give a shit, I need to off a bitch cop

A bitch judge, I need to... Say, Doc, what's your wife do?

[Interlude: Shaggy 2 Dope]

Let's keep the focus on you, Eddy

So Hank, we talked about living a healthy lifestyle

What have you done to improve your health?

[Verse 8: Violent J]

Uh, I shot an athlete in the head and ate his heart for a start

I shot a scholar in the heart and ate his brain for the smarts

I shot a porn star and ate his junk to be dick strong

But caught full blown AIDS, I'll be gone before the song

[Interlude: Shaggy 2 Dope]

Dan, have you been avoiding stress?

We talked about you relaxing and maybe having some fun

[Verse 9: Violent J]

My buddy Dustin, lately (Hey Dustin)

We've been gagging each other (Oops)

So I've been shaggin' his 83-year-old mother

He was asleep, I cut his head off with a sword, classic

When he went to comb his hair, it wasn't there, fantastic

[Chorus]

Three murderers, one morbid man

Don't question why, in the mind of a lunatic

Three murderers, one morbid man

Triplex of violence in the mind of a lunatic

Three murderers, one morbid man

Don't question why, in the mind of a lunatic

Three murderers, one morbid man

Triplex of violence in the mind of a lunatic

[Interlude: Shaggy 2 Dope]

All three of you are demented and I've had it

Eddy, I'm going home to be with my wife

Hank, you wanna eat something, try my balls

And Dan, I don't know what you are, Dan

[Chorus]

Three murderers, one morbid man

Don't question why, in the mind of a lunatic

Three murderers, one morbid man

Triplex of violence in the mind of a lunatic

Three murderers, one morbid man

Don't question why, in the mind of a lunatic

Three murderers, one morbid man

Triplex of violence in the mind of a lunatic

Freedom Lyrics

[Intro]

This shit is yours (Okay)

Freedom Juggalos (Okay, okay, ayy)

This shit is yours (Okay, okay)

Unless you're locked up, that shit is yours (Ayy)

Yeah

(Ayy, ayy, okay)

[Verse 1]

I'm alive, the heart up in my chest is beating strong

Don't stress over how long, just love it as it carry on

Free to meet any bitch, spit the right game, I tap that ass

Might see me ugly first, but with this swag that shit don't last

I'm free to make a gwap of money working hard or not

I can cheat my way to pay, but I'll risk gettin' shot

I can bust my ass, it ain't easy, is how it work

You can't feel like or have a million without any hurt

Every afternoon I wake up happy to be having more

Time to freely roam in this body thing and explore

Be holy, wholesome, or stick this whole dick hose in hoes' neden holes

I write my own history, only me is in control

I'm free to scuba dive, Aruba with my Ruby gem

Freak the tuba super live or Uber drive for ends

Crewed up like Scooby Doo, but with Shaggy we best of friends

No ICP for him without me, for me, ain't none without him

I'm free to study (Ayy) or rob a dealer of their money (Okay)

Rain or sunny (Ayy), I can get high with a buddy (Okay)

Freedom funny (Ayy), make my body hard or putty (Okay)

Be somebody (Okay), leave no mark or bruised and bloody (Ayy)

I can be scary just not act hard (Ayy), imaginary (Okay)

Dig up and bury stiffs, my backyard (Ayy) a cemetery (Okay)

And when I'm dead I hope no way my coffin ordinary (Okay)

Leave me floating in red rum and Faygo cola cherry

[Chorus]

I'm free to go (Free to go)

I'm free to see (Free to see)

I'm free to go (Go)

Be (Be) anything I wanna be (Yeah)

I'm free to try (Free to try)

Free to pursue (Free to pursue)

I'm free to fly (Fly)

Do (Do) anything I wanna do (Whoo!)

I'm free to go (Free to go)

I'm free to see (Free to see)

I'm free to go (Go)

Be (Be) anything I wanna be (Yeah)

I'm free to try (Free to try)

Free to pursue (Free to pursue)

I'm free to fly (Fly)

Do (Do) anything I wanna do (Whoo!)

[Verse 2]

I-I-I-I'm free to have 10 kids and adopt seven more

And free to feed 'em with no table or plate on the floor

Free to live out in the boonies with some pigs and chicken hawks

Wear no drawers, let my nuts hang and roll two rubbers on for socks

Free to be a shrink and listen or have one hear me

Make my face an exercise bike seat so fat hoes sit on me

I'm free to be a priest if I think God is in them clouds

Or worship Satan if I like burning up underground

I'm free to boogie (Ayy), woogie (Ayy), woogie-wu (Okay)

To give a police chief a fuckin' hot nuggy or two (Okay)

To learn karate (Ayy) or how to cook up chicken sauté (Ayy)

Whip up a latte (Ayy), fuck hoes and be not gay

And fuck a lot of neden (Ayy), I gotta bed 'em but without a weddin'

Got 'em spreadin' (Ayy) and blow it out like Armageddon (Okay)

Or bust a head in (Okay), and be the one some buster dreadin' (Okay)

Bust some lead and shred 'em (Okay) or just love someone instead

[Chorus]

I'm free to go (Free to go)

I'm free to see (Free to see)

I'm free to go (Go)

Be (Be) anything I wanna be (Yeah)

I'm free to try (Free to try)

Free to pursue (Free to pursue)

I'm free to fly (Fly)

Do (Do) anything I wanna do (Whoo!)

I'm free to go (Free to go)

I'm free to see (Free to see)

I'm free to go (Go)

Be (Be) anything I wanna be (Yeah)

I'm free to try (Free to try)

Free to pursue (Free to pursue)

I'm free to fly (Fly)

Do (Do) anything I wanna do (Whoo!)

[Verse 3]

I-I-I-I'm free to move to Cuba, start a drug cartel

Do life in solitary alone, still tryin' to act hard as hell

I'm free to be a gypsy travelin' with vagabonds

A pool boy or a postman fucking on your mom's moms

I'm free to try to fly a glider all around the Earth

I'm free to stomp on two two-liters, make 'em squirt squirt

Find a bottle in the sea, afloat, and hope

To win the lotto with the numbers on the note wrote

[Chorus]

I'm free to go (Free to go)

I'm free to see (Free to see)

I'm free to go (Go)

Be (Be) anything I wanna be (Yeah)

I'm free to try (Free to try)

Free to pursue (Free to pursue)

I'm free to fly (Fly)

Do (Do) anything I wanna do (Whoo!)

I'm free to go (Free to go)

I'm free to see (Free to see)

I'm free to go (Go)

Be (Be) anything I wanna be (Yeah)

I'm free to try (Free to try)

Free to pursue (Free to pursue)

I'm free to fly (Fly)

Do (Do) anything I wanna do (Whoo!)

[Outro]

Free to live, life

This is life y'all (Okay)

Live it

Live your life, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ayy, ayy

All it's worth (Okay, okay)

Live it, all it's worth (Ayy, okay)

I Like It Rough Lyrics

[Intro]

Trust, just know to bust, we must

Lust is us, then we rust, dust

[Chorus]

What you know about romance, what you know about sex?

What you know about sufferin' and gag reflex?

What you know about reachin' your peak on the edges of death?

What you know about my climax costin' your last breath?

What you know about romance, what you know about sex?

What you know about sufferin' and gag reflex?

What you know about reachin' your peak on the edges of death?

What you know about my climax costin' your last breath?

[Verse 1: Violent J]

Well hey, runaway, with them blood-red lips

I'd like to drink you in slowly, relish them sips

I'd like to smother your shine, be your eternal eclipse

I'd like to hang and stab you, shower in and absorb your drips

Well hey, runaway, with the blood-red thong

I'd like to snatch you up and murder-fuck you like King Kong

I'd like to scare you, boo-boo, gut your skin out and wear you

I'd like to tear you in half, study each side and compare you

Well hey, runaway, with that blood-red blush

I'd like to receive your stab wounds in my belly and gush

I'd like to tranquilize you, surprise, realize I'm inside you

I'd like to sodomize you so hard I lobotomize you (Uhh)

Well hey, runaway, with that blood on your skin

I'd like to cook and eat you, shit you out then eat you again

I'd like to show you black magic, fear, pain and red rum

In a sexual bedlam that could make the dead cum

[Chorus]

What you know about romance (Ooh), what you know about sex? (Sex)

What you know about sufferin' and gag reflex? (Hey, I like it rough)

What you know about reachin' your peak on the edges of death? (Ooh, yeah)

What you know about my climax costin' your last breath? (I like it rough)

What you know about romance (Ooh), what you know about sex? (Sex)

What you know about sufferin' and gag reflex? (I like it rough)

What you know about reachin' your peak on the edges of death? (Ooh, yeah)

What you know about my climax costin' your last breath? (I like it rough)

[Verse 2: Violent J]

Let me choke you with your panties 'til your eyeballs roll back

Then you can choke me with your panties 'til you feel my shit snap

Then I can choke you with your panties 'til your tongue hangs out a foot long

Then choke me with your panties, slit my throat with your thong

Bitch, let me choke you with your panties 'til you're purple like rain

Then you can choke me with your panties, shut my jugular vein

Then let me choke you with your panties 'til your eyes pop out your face

You can choke me with your panties 'til my brain erase, runaway

Let me choke you with your panties, strip club bathroom stall

I'll lift your feet off the floor, hangin' you, I'll give it my all

You can choke me with your panties 'til I pass out by the toilet

You can piss on my face, wait, just do it, don't spoil it, runaway

Let me choke you with your panties hard and half-decapitate you

Then fuck you like I hate you, desecrate and butt-rape you

You can choke me with your panties 'til I'm nothin' but mush and

Confine me to a chair, droolin' and starin' and forever bustin'