Crop Circles-Joseph Bruce

Crop Circles - Insane Clown Posse The sun rises and sets on time every day of the year But sporadically the circles appear Baffling all through the history of known man Since f**kin' with the mystery of stone hedge Aliens cults witches with lawn mowers mind blowers Nobody knows what for sure Bloody nose when I walk in the vicinity But I can read them and I believe that I need them I'm runnin' through a wheat field chasin' a ghost that loves circles Use it for portals and time holes And dance backwards and chant with the crow people At the crop circle I've come to know people Under moon rays lighten up my new ways They mow them in two days 100 years from now we'll pay for that mishap With another motherf**king hurricane b**ch slapped The crop circles are talking to me Circle something circle something The crop circles are talking to me Circle something circle something Something solely meant just for me Circle something circle something The crop circles are talking to me Circle something circle something This ball of mud that we live on is alive You try to wipe its mouth it's gonna wipe us out I lay in a field alone in the middle of the night Try to get my life right pray for bright lights Set flames to the wheat rows during an eclipse And the spirits will come out dance catch you a glimpse They're like artists connecting the stars in rare fashion Intricately placed with secrets of white magic I'm running through the moon lit fields Following a little orb light hoping it might reveal any secret Its dancing and I can't catch up And I almost ran head first into a truck No compass will work and I'm lookin' for answers Why the sands of my hour glass fall off backwards Have I lost you cause I've lost me too But if you're hiding in the crops I will come find you The crop circles are talking to me Circle something circle something The crop circles are talking to me Circle something circle something Something solely meant just for me Circle something circle something The crop circles are talking to me Circle something circle something 40 000 years ago the stoning of a young man His story written in the crops near Spokane In England the face of a dead woman shown Etched out a wheat field uniquely woven Hieroglyphics mathematical genius predicting the orbital patterns of Venus In the grass behind your grandpas wood barn Complex designs drops seconds before dawn Dead birds scattered throughout the patterns of art No explanation left by the shadows of dark Batteries drained of they power in seconds I'm layin' in the crop circle countin' my blessings And my heart tho headaches and nausea were creeping And your nose will bleed while you're sleepin' Don't go near there don't dare be ware Unless your like us and don't care The crop circles are talking to me Circle something circle something The crop circles are talking to me Circle something circle something Something solely meant just for me Circle something circle something The crop circles are talking to me Circle something circle something The crop circles are talking to me Circle something circle something The crop circles are talking to me Circle something circle something Something solely meant just for me Circle something circle something The crop circles are talking to me [Shaggy 2 D**e] Hey baby come on over here and have a seat you know I'm glad I finally got you to the house [Girl] This is nice [Shaggy 2 D**e] Yeah oh damn I gotta check this message you know I've been filln' out applications All around the city you know trying to get a job [Girl] Don't worry about it baby [Shaggy 2 D**e] I'll handle this