we'll be alright
insane clown posse
they comin to reap on my truck
no pills and i'm out of refills
i'm having problems dodging these fists
i'm surrounded by thugs who wanna sock me up
i can't find a home on this planet
my own ladies tearing my shit up
i can weather any storm; i know in the long run
wrap me up in that blanket
and my kids' life's been torn
every mother fucker out for they self here
but i'm a hustler and know how to bluff
i got dogs bouty huntin my ass
i can weather any storm cause in the long run
and the mother fuckers still aint learned
but i been known to retry
they waiting at the cemetery
grim reaper creeping on me
i got a chemical splashin my noggin
they got warrents in effect and im on some
juggalo gang bang cant tag her
cause i know in the long run