Pass Me By-Insane Clown Posse

　　　 Artist：insane clown posse Songs Title：pass me by Does this excite you? think about it! does it not stagger the imagination? No builder on earth can concieve any structure to compare to the mansions Above. wont that be something when you go to live in your own mansion? Therell be no concern about paying for it, its already taken care of. Therell be no worry about veing moved out of it. it will be yours forever. I got shot, baa! 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 Im sittin in a 64 rinekeys, With shaggy d**e written on the car keys. I look around I cant believe that its possible, Im dead, and I made it to the carnival. I walk in, its everything I dreamed of, Everybody and they mama got clownlove. Japanese, lebenese, and chinese, Portuguese, and southwest ghetto cheese. (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 b**ches, what up, shag? And he passed me a blunt like a tree trunk, I tried to hit it, but couldnt even f**k with it. And to think, I always been afraid to die, But I aint never goin back, to wonder why. We all gonna die. but Im not gonna fry. Even though most never try, Im not gonna let this pass me by, no. 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, Im chillin at the big top, Free money, and mad bitched non-stop. No water, its faygo on tap, I wash my hair, and my face, and my butt-crack wit it, Cuz I can, cuz Im 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) Im headed up to the show, Im 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, Theres no fights, its a perfect match, Hillbillies in the crowd tryin ta cabbage patch, And ta think, Ive always been afraid to die, But I aint never goin back, to wonder why 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, Thats where the greedy stank mutha f**kas go. This is all hell now, we livin in it, But this bullshitll be over in a minute, Then its off to the faygos and in hoes, New clothes, and patent leather for your toes. (hoo hoo) And while ya sit around cryin for ya dead friend, Hes chillin up there, hey, gettin mad ends. Hes probably there tryin ta figure out why youre sad, Hes on the beach gettin fat, you got it bad. And for those who aint down for the next man, Who rob from the poor, and snatch all ya can, And any chicken talkin sh*t, lemme tell ya somthin, Hold a lighter to your balls, and youll see whats comin.