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ICP - Pass Me By with ( Just Like That intro )

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Video Description:
These are the last two tracks off of icp's 1997 album the great milenko
Lyrics
Jump outta bed, and I head for the grapenuts,
Eat 'em quick, or they soggy, and that fucks,
Try to find a clean pair of socks, and a shirt,
Still sport the same drawers, even though they hurt.
In the fridge there's a faygo, it tastes ill,
Cuz it's flatter that a bitch on a big wheel!
I got a few moneybacks, and a little change,
So I'm headed to the store, when the phone rings:
"What up, man check it out, I know this bitch,
She gots another friend with her, and her dad's rich,
If we find us a ride up to Wyandotte,
Garunteed, we can fuck 'em both on the spot!"
Oh shit, lemme call Bill-Bill,
I wanna go and let my nuts do the windmill,
He ain't home, fuck, I'll call Mike Clark,
Cuz I know he can get the fuckin' Skylark,
He said he can, but he's broke, and it needs gas,
But I wanna buy this faygo - think fast!
I know my brother Jump Steady's got a few bones,
But that's gonna' do us shit when he ain't home!
"Nevermind, J, Legs loned me a ten,
No need to get punched in ya head again,
Tell Mike to scoop me up right away,
And then faygos and nuttin' hoes all day!"
Fuck yeah, throw my pro wings on my feet,
Lock the house, and wait for 'em in the street,
I wish I had a piece of gum, or somethin', fuck,
My mouth still kinda tastes like grape nuts.
Here they come, nope, it wasn't them,
Seems like the same cars drivin' by again,
It pulls up,
"Hey, man, you're outta luck"
"W-what'd you say, man?"
BOOM.
fuck.
"Does this excite you? Think about it!
Does it not stagger the imagination?
No builder on earth can conceive any structure to compare to the mansions
above.
Won't that be something when you go to live in your own mansion?
There'll be no concern about paying for it;
it's already taken care of.
There'll be no worry about being moved out of it. It will be yours forever."
I got shot, Bahh! The murder was heinous.
The bullet went in my eyeball and out my anus.
And I was hit, that was it, on the spot,
Flash, I woke up in a parking lot.
And I'm sittin in a '64 Marquece,
With Shaggy Dope written on the car keys.
I look around I can't believe that it's possible,
I'm dead, and I made it to the carnival.
I walk in, it's everything I dreamed of,
Everybody and they mama got clownlove.
Japanese, Lebenese, and Chinese,
Portuguese, and southwest ghetto G's. (hoo hoo)
Hangin' out with redneck truck drivers,
Instead of always givin' each other piledrivers.
I see my old homey, he died in a drag,
Chillin with two bitches, "What up, Shag?"
And he passed me a blunt like a tree trunk,
I tried to hit it, but couldn't even fuck with it.
And to think, I always been afraid to die,
But I ain't never goin back, to wonder why.
(Chorus:)
We all gonna die. But I'm not gonna fry.
Even though most never try, I'm not gonna let this pass me by, no.
(end chorus)
(chorus)
I was born. First they threw me in a shitpile.
I dealt with it, and lived there for a while.
I got dissed on, pissed on, and beat down,
Mutilated, and tossed out a dead clown.
Next thing ya know, I'm chillin' at the big top,
Free money, and mad bitches non-stop.
No water, it's faygo on tap,
I wash my hair, and my face, and my butt-crack wit' it,
Cuz I can, cuz I'm fat paid,
I got a five story funhouse with a maid,
And she walks 'round wit' her titties hangin' out,
And when I cough, she come and dust my balls off. (hoo hoo)
I'm headed up to the show, I'm gonna see,
Jimi Hendrix, Selena, and Easy-E,
Elvis tried to open up but got dissed off,
We got pissed off because he sounded like butt, There's No fights it's a perfect match, hillbillies in a crowd tryin ta cabage patch. And to think ive always been afraid to die but I aint ever goin back. To wonder why.
(chorus)
(chorus)
(intro bit)
Did ya ever burn your finger on somethin', hey,
Well picture this, ya nuts burnin' that way.
And a roman candle stickin' in ya butthole,
That's where the greedy snake mutha fuckas go.
This is all hell now, we livin' in it,
But this bullshit'll be over in a minute,
Then it's off to the faygos and nedin hoes,
New clothes, and patent leather for your toes. (hoo hoo)
And while ya sit around cryin' for ya dead friend,
He's chillin' up there paid gettin' mad ends.
He's probably there tryin' ta figure out why you're sad,
He's on the beach gettin' fat, you got it bad.
And for those who ain't down for the next man,
Who rob from the poor, and snatch all ya can,
And any chicken talkin' shit, lemme tell ya somthin',
Hold a lighter to your balls, and you'll see what's comin'.
(Chorus)
(Chorus)
(Intro bit)
(Chorus)
(Chorus)
(Chorus)(w/vocal ad lib)
(Chorus)(w/vocal ad lib)
(Break)
(Chorus)(w/vocal ad lib)
(Chorus)(w/vocal ad lib)
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(Chorus)(w/vocal ad lib)
(Chorus out)

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