Posse On Verner

Insane Clown Posse, ICP
About to take you way back
Way back that is, to Vernor, Posse, yeah

Me and Shaggy 2 Dope at home away from home
In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill, a chrome (uh)
Pickin' up the homies, we get 'em one by one (yeah)
If you ain't psychopathic rider boy, you cannot come (bump)
Everybody's lookin' if you jealous turn around (bitch)
Fuckin' with them levers got us hoppin' off the ground (uh, uh)
Getting good grip from the 50 series tires

The alpines bumpin' but I need the volume higher
'Cause the 808 kick drum make you want to get some
I got a scrotum full a balls I let your girlie lick them
Every time we rollin', Twiztid's gotta roll a joint
I almost died from inhalation comin' back from Cedar Point (Cedar)
Hookers and zombies in every direction
Lookin' for the bang, steady wavin' for some action

The wagon's kinda crowded, the whole car was leaning back
Jamie tryin' to keep it steady with the greeny on his lap
Rude Boy wasn't lookin', we hit a crack head (baow)
Flippin' off the windshield, the motherfucker's dead (uh)
Zombie cut in half (ha-ha), no kind of regret (woo)
Insane Clown Posse rippin' up shit (whoop, whoop)

Save it
The Psychopathic soldiers roll
The Posses's on Vernor (yeah, come on) (come on)
Down riverside that's how we ride
The Posse's on Vernor (ICP) (aah!)

Runnin' down base-heads, seven more scored
Half an hour later, we was getting kinda bored (yeah)
Jumpsteady's dangerous, Dougy is for riller
My homie Shaggy 2 Dope is the bitch hater killer (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Billy's on the left side, coughin' Helly grief
Leavin' haters bleedin' crawlin' pickin' up they teeth
Tom Dub is the skinny guy, people think he's funny (ha-ha-ha-ha)

But he be leavin' out at night and comin' back bloody (ooh)
Cruisin' Del Ray boy these streets is cold (nah)
Cigarette lighter broken window stuck unrolled (yeah)
Rippin' Michigan, we saw nothing but thugs (oh-oh)
Mean muggin' hoes shoppin', distributin' drugs
Hittin' three and seven and that ass just dropped (uh)
Squeekin' and we sparkin', but the wagon don't stop (oh)

Michigan and Livernois, Rudy broke left (yeah)
Jamie shot up Verner, it's time to get wrecked
Junky on the corner, needle 'bout to shoot
With a rebel flag and some cowboy boots (uh)
The closer that we get, the clearer it became (ooh)
It was Kid Rock yellin', "What's my Name?"

Zug Izland Toxic Sludge Warrior
The Posse's on Vernor (yeah, come on, come on)
Up Ecorse Back, down to Southwest
The Posse's on Vernor (what you got?) (Got, got, got...)

Now cruisin' down Verner, my wheels spin' slow
Runnin' with the hatchet is the only way to go (yeah)
Some girlies by the Carnival was lookin' for a ride (come here, bitch)
We tried to pick 'em up, but we had no room inside
We put 'em in the trunk, we put 'em on the hood (come on)
Some sat up with the Rude Boy and puffed on his wood (what, bro?)
Our crew is gettin' bigger, there's way too many freaks

The muffler's draggin' and the tailpipes weak
Now these hoes are gettin' hungry, Monoxide's treatin'
We stopped at Xochimilco for some Mexican eatin'
The restaurant was closed, this ho was like, "Damn it."
She said, "Go back the other way, we'll stop and eat at Senates"
Now Senates' the place, it's a little run-down
But they got the best Chilly Cheesy in town (yeah)

Faygo on tap (yay), any kind you choose (yeah)
After midnight though, the place is bad news
Alex dropped a 20 and didn't even miss it (ha-ha)
This ho from another crew she picked it up and kiss it
Her boyfriend's trippin' and jumpin' on her case
My homie Billy Bill had to bust him in the face (yeah)
'Cause we never liked a punk, who beats on his girl

If you don't have game, then never leave your world (uh-huh)
Ain't nothin' to discuss, the bitch left with us
She fucked everybody now I heard she lives with Russ (yeah)
Now I'm runnin' with a hatchet, and you walkin' with some dudes
The Psychopathic Family is givin' you the blues (uh)
Hate us all you want, 'cause we don't get upset
We the Insane (come on) Clown Posse (come on), bitch represent (come on)

Psychopathic holdin' it down for Southwest
The Posse's on Vernor (yeah, what?)
Dumpin' dead bodies behind the Del Ray Café
The Posse's on Vernor (Southwest buddy)
Fuckin' bitches on the grass in Patton Park
The Posse's on Vernor (ICP)
Forks up, forks down, forks all the way around
The Posse's on Vernor (yeah, come on, come on)

Killers, stalkers, outline body chalkers
The Posse's on Vernor (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hit Dearborn and turn right back around
The Posse's on Vernor (Wicked Clowns!
Titty bars and gripping shitty cars
The Posse's on Vernor (yeah, come on, come on)

Inner City Posse's still alive, bitch
The Posse's on Vernor (Southwest, Southwest)
Home of the original wicked clowns
The Posse's on Vernor (Southwest, Southwest)
Hangin' out the window, flashin' barrels
The Posse's on Vernor (ICP, ICP, ICP...)