Intelligence And Violence lyrics

* later known as the Insane Clown Posse



You have dug your own grave if you say you wanna battle

Don`t you know your in trouble up the creek with out a paddle

Cuz I keep gettin betta I`m tougha then leatha

I`m rated numba one and I`ll rain for eva

Some people wear silva and some wear gold

But then I`ll snatch it off your neck and diss you cold

It`s like a fantasy it`s irony my rhymes go down in history

Hit my boys proven with the freshest termenology

Know more words then a pocked dictionary

Got more information then your local library

Some girls I`m kissin and others I`m dissin

But you don`t know what you been missin

Make a fresh tongue twista

Could give your tongue a blista

If you see it my way then theres a chance you`ll diffa

Give a sigh then you crie then you say good bye

Don`t even try don`t reply then you want to die

I make you rhyme though it`s time

Commit an innocent crime

It`s the truth no excuse a visual rhyme

Dissin you, to battle me you bit off more then you can chew

Tearin up the scene destrukter van vew

The way I`ll leave you more puzzled then arubics cube

Wanna battle the best your gonna die like the rest

Wait I`ll crush your bones and rip up your flesh

You can do what you want but leave the rhyme to the skills

Cuz every person that don`t listen is a sucker that kills

And when I first started rappin I set some goals

To rock your mind, your body and of course your sould

Now when it comes to these goals I have now acheaved

So for all you none believers it`s TIME TO BELIEVE

Take it to the Violent Side

Violent J yo homeboy I`m packin a punch

Nocked out Greg on the motha fuckin brady buch

For no parareasial thats my attitude

Fuck off gold dick I don`t rap for gratitude

You`ll remember my name after I get the shot

Don`t laugh now bitch tie your lips in a not

Delray, Detroit, Southwest Military

Legal Freaks hangin like a motha fuckin dingle berry

Yo I like I like big fat fucked up freaks

I`m waxin that anus and I`m slapin her but cheaks

Hey yo the J stands for Joe

Violent straight up means that I`m a motha fuckin psycho

Reputation like Jason on the southwest side

Shot 47 times boy still ain`t died

In the LA roads pumpkin gangsta codes

Sellin yayo part time sellin stereos

Yeah boy and my tape comes with `em

When I stole the radio my tape was already in `em

Life style of a motha fuckin scalowag

Throw a fist if ya throw me a mag

I`ll use it cuz ya never know I`m packin a gun

Straight up young one you don`t want none son

Fuck those talkin shit fuckin seem to quit

Talkin shit about the tape and don`t make `em say shit

Young caucasions raisin hell on our tape

Impersone Violent J I`ll crush your head like a grape

Talk shit about my posse hope you have a ball

When I see you I`ma slam your fuckin head in the wall

Intelligence and Violence (repeat)
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