Insane Clown Posse – Burning Up lyrics

The bitch Rashell fucked on her boyfriend in her boyfriend's bed
And Crazy Carlos smacked his baby mama off in the head
And jonathan beat his son like his daddy beat him
But swore he'd never do nobody like his daddy did him
And then Sandra used her pussy hole to get to the top
And Baby D he shot somebody it went bad from the drop
And then Diane worked as a hospital, took care of old souls
She was abusive, her after life sees no gold roads
And Mr. Richards was a richie fella born with every penny
Everyone around him hungry but he never gave 'em any
And then Steven was a business man, and educated citizen
At the top, pornography of children in his laptop
Take your spot and hang on 'cause it's crowded in hell
You in the belly of the beast now, it was heaven in jail
And don't try to make no friends ' cause don't nobody got no tongues
And if the Witch looks your way somehow it crushes your lungs

Playa Playa was a boss man callin' out shots
Until he caught one, now everything stops the floor drops
As he screaming and fallin' we see how pointless was the ballin'
When eternity is callin' agony will be appallin'

Don't cry for the dead 'cause they cry for you

Because we laugh about an after math but they know how true
And listen, aint no fuckin' body gettin' it worse that you and me
And aint nobody gettin' it worse than you and me and will see
A terodactyl swoop through the caverns of hell
And carry two unfortunates off the Ogre's cell
It aint no guards playin' cards, aint no uniforms needed
You the only one around butt naked, bloody, and bleedin'
With 7 demons in your ear got you believin' your heathen
Talk you into pullin' out your own intestines to get even
You were born with the shine but you lost it down the line
You fuck life up and you can't rewind

Fuck what you tellin' me
We burning up
The witch keeps sellin' me
We bruning up
Sins keep earn 'em up
They keep turning up
And we turn currupt
Till we birning lovely

Judge Shaw was a judge snake holes are his eyes
There go another judge, another judge, somebody despise
And there go so many judges, the judges, in hell
So many fuckin' judges in hell, they bludgeon 'em well
Fat Pat like his daddy was a bigot pullin' duty
He can tell it to them gargoyles fuckin' on his booty
And Shawna liked money but mistook it for love
Now and when the Witches wings spread she give him head and look above
Black Sundays, Armageddon, maggots and rape
Hell's Pit got some for you faggots with hate
Eddie Barlow hit his wife and put a tooth in his knuckle
Later on he lost his life in a scuffle now he in trouble

You was a rebel you nobody no more
To the devil on the double you go
Aint no level to the trouble you'll know
And eternity goes and goes

Fuck what you tellin' me
We burning up
The witch keeps sellin' me
We bruning up
Sins keep earn 'em up
They keep turning up
And we turn currupt
Till we birning lovely