haunted bumps
insane clown posse
i come beating down the block and i crack the bedrock
motherfuckers think godzilla's coming
my amps and wipe out the power
my beat transmits over radio tower
the woofers might suck all the air out your lungs
people think a nuclear war is at their front door
when i got my volume only on four
and the storefronts shatter
killing these kilowatts is all that matter
i'll blow they whole house down with some old clown love
those that have heard can't describe my bump
something from the beyond in my trunk
there's something from the beyond in my trunk
straight off the freeway and into your city with black swarm of cave bat
they attracted to the hum that'll knock your brain numb
you keep looking for the lighting when my fucking bass drops
you gotta recalculate your computer and reload all your shooters
my woofers blow down trees and then pull 'em back up
as the tombstone crack up
those that have heard can't describe my bump
there's something from the beyond in my trunk
fish jump out the water trying to swim for the moon
vibrational booms drying up the lagoons
my bumps pop fake titties and melt ice grills
police wail on they sirens but i blow they tweeters
illuminated liquid leaking outta my speakers
each drop burns all the way down to the earth's core
sweep across the earth's floor
crows and ravens don't flap they wing
they just float on the waves that the humdrum brings
those that have heard can't describe my bump
something from the beyond in my trunk