ICP: 17 Dead

I got shot with a buck shot, shot me downBut you know you cant paint a frown on a clownSewer gutter blood runs through my systemDeath stopped by but I must have just missed himAm I in a southwest street gang?Do I bang, do I slang, do I let my motherfuckin nuts hang?But do you careI got stabbed in the eye and you wadnt no whereAnd what about the time I got fuckedWhen I got shot in the throat...fuckin suckedBut you news wouldnt know meYou could give a fuck less never the less unlessSomething happened in your suburbsIm a cut your daddys neck, you little fuckin nerdI dont give a fuck where youre from boySo dont tell me cuz I dont give a fuckIts all about whats going on in your headDo or dont you care about the seventeen deadSeventeen dead, it dont bother youDo or dont you care about the seventeen deadSeventeen dead, it dont bother youYou could give a fuck less about the seventeen deadThe seventeenth boyfriend lost his erectionI woke up next to a dead bodyRoll it out the way and jump out of bedStrap on my kicks and step out my roomCuz somehow theres another stiff in the bathroomDead fucks all over the grassIm a kick somebody in they dead assQuick to make a left on JeffersonAnd I noticed theres another stiff riding shotgunAm I just seeing things? No.Is your mother a soggy ho?I like to drink Faygo, out from the scottiesBut then one out of one of my homeboys turned into dead bodiesBut Im straight with thatJust dont be leaving your guts in my car n shitWait a minute, wait, get your head on straightI drop seventeen tears from eyes every fucking dayI gotta wonder if they doShould I burn the rebel flag or the red white and blue tooI cant do much, but they canBut those motherfuckers gotta death wish, manIm gonna swim in they blood shedJusti-justify the seventeen deadSeventeen dead, it dont bother youDo or dont you care about the seventeen deadSeventeen dead, it dont bother youYou could give a fuck less about the seventeen deadThe seventeenth boyfriend lost his erectionYeah, dead bodies manThey aint so badI mean theyre all over in theStreets n shit ya knowBut they dont be fuckin with youThey just lay there dead as shitI mean they tasted kinda straightWith a little mustard, manYeah, much worseSeventeen dead bodies hanging from a telephone wireAll seventeen on fireLightening up the sky with the smell of deathRich bigot fucker, take a deep breathLook at you makes me go baddyMotherfucker dont be nothing like your daddyCuz hes nothing but a redneck hoeHim and his kind created this ghettoThey can deal with they own creationMove out farther, suburb vacationBut it dont work like thatKnock at your door and its me running slug batIm a stick it to your fuckin nuggetAbout seventeen times and youre gonna love it motherfuckerDrive down my streetAnd stare at the folks who cant make ends meatYou dont know now but thats the planMost people in Hell were rich when they died, manTake that to your golden bedCuz Im a cut your ass up for the seventeen deadSeventeen dead, it dont bother youDo or dont you care about the seventeen deadSeventeen dead, it dont bother youYou could give a fuck less about the seventeen deadThe seventeenth boyfriend lost his erectionWell, ya know Violent Js kinda wickedIf theres a booger in my nose Im a pick itAnd flick it in your eye like you aint jackAnd stomp my boots on your nutsacWell, Im Shaggy and Im in the houseYou dont think so, Ill put a brick in your mouthCant nobody flex on a nutty clownI got boys down river straight hick townWell, ya know Im coming straight from the trailor parkThats me out front working on the SkylarkIm waiting on a check, I dont cut the grassAnd my womans got babies falling all out her assIll be running with the carnival until Im eightyAnd tonight Im going out with the fat ladyI strip the bitch down to the nitty grittyBut I aint saying shit about a wooden titty