Fite Back - Insane Clown Posse, DJ Paul

How ya doin'?

You might not recognize that sensation you’re feeling right now

It’s a new one for ya

Yeah, that fun feeling you’re full of

Is death, my friend!

Ha ha ha!

Know this!

Your self-pity fuels Fred’s fury!

Ha ha!

The bigger bitch you were alive

The more he pounds ya head in death!

One blow for every time you failed in life

And you didn’t fight back (Fight back!)

One blow for every time fear beat out your pride

And you didn’t fight back (Fight back!)

One blow for every time you lost your dignity

And you didn’t fight back (Fight back!)

Now you get your face sucked out your asshole

By Fearless Fred Fury!

You’re so dumb, you use your dickhead for your brain

You’re so lame, you don’t even fucking know why you came

You’re so nervous, your hiccups give you panic attacks

You’re so weird, you wanna chop yourself up with an axe

You’re so thin, you disappear behind a flag pole

You’re so nasty, you’d think you was born a tadpole

You’re so ass, you’re butt head;

we’d see your face if you mooned us

You’re so sketch, you faint if a fucking balloon pops

You a lot of wick wick wacky wack.

Get bitch-slapped back

Your lips get fat.

Psyche shit, skip that

The flak you get, spit back.

Don’t react, just smack

That’s wick wick wacky, while the dick gets that

You’re so weak, your bird chest shows like a titty

You’re so shitty, you’re the chairman of the doo-doo committee

You’re so wrong, they don’t even let you buy Right Guard

You’re so soft, compared to you, a hottie’s neden is hard

Fight back!

Fight back!

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Fight back!

Fight back, mother fucker!

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Fight back!

You don’t want it with me!

Fight back!

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You don’t want it with me!

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Fight back, mother fucker!

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You don’t want it with me!

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You don’t want it with me!

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You’re so fat, all day you hearing «Hey!

Kool-Aid!»

You’re so shy, a butterfly floats by and you’re afraid

You’re so slow, you ain’t done yet, you don’t finish shit

You’re so addicted, you only quit quitting the shit

You’re so abused, you don’t know if a kiss or a punch coming

You’re so used, they don’t want you, but they’re coming for something

You’re so poor, you can’t afford a front door (Come on in!)

You’re so fake, compared to Milli Vanilli, you’re pretend

You a lot of wick wick, wacky wack.

Get bitch slapped

Lack you lip, get fresh.

Slacky shit, script that

The flak, you get split back.

Don’t react, just slap

That’s wick wick wacky, while the dick gets that

You’re so alone, your girlfriend has a blow-up veil

You’re so unwanted, you throw triple keggers all my yourself

You’re so busy, you got fired from your job as a dad

You’re so sensitive, «Let's Go Crazy» makes you sad

Fight back!

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Fight back, mother fucker!

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You don’t want it with me!

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You don’t want it with me!

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Fight back, mother fucker!

Fight back!

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You don’t want it with me!

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You don’t want it with me!

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Fight back, mother fucker!

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You don’t want it with me!

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You don’t want it with me!

Fight back!

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Fight back, mother fucker!

Fight back!

You don’t want it with me!

Fight back!

Fight back!

You don’t want it with me!

Fight back!

Fight back!