Tekst piosenki 'Phat or Wack?' wykonawcy Insane Clown Posse

Ladies and gentlemen
The host of phat, uhh, Phat or Wack?
Uhh your friend and mine
Bink Chipperwink (Applause)
Hello everybody
I'm Bink Chipperwink
And this is Phat or Wack!
The rules are simple
Each one of our teams will play music
From their upcoming album
And the studio audience will judge by applause
Now let's meet our contestants
Team number 1 from the Southwest side of Detroit
They are Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope
The Insane Clown Posse (Boo!)
And team number 2 from the East side of Detroit
They are Jamie Madrox and the Monoxide Child
Twiztid (Boo!)
Now let's play Phat or Wack
Alright team number 1 first
The Insane Clown Posse, are you ready?
Yeah, yeah I'm ready Bink, we ready
What song are you gonna play for us?
Terrible, naww umm
F**k the world, yeah yeah
Uhh, Bink F**k the World, yup
Ladies and gentlemen
This is Insane Clown Posse F**k the World
It's your turn to judge
Phat or Wack?

F**k, f**k that shit
F**k give it to me
If I only could I'd set the world on fire (x3)
Say f**k the world
F**K THE WORLD!
F**k 'em all
F**K 'EM ALL
F**k you, f**k me, f**k us
F**k Tom, f**k Mary, f**k Gus
F**k Dairius
F**k the West coast
And f**k everybody on the East
Eat shit and die
Or f**k off at least
F**k pre-schoolers, f**k rulers
Kings and queens and gold jewelers
F**k wine coolers
F**k chickens, f**k ducks
Everybody in your crew sucks
Punk muthaf**ks
F**k critics, f**k your review
Even if you like me, F**K YOU!
F**k your Mom, f**k your Mom's Mama
F**k the Beastie Boys and the Daili Llama
F**k the rain forest, f**k a Forest Gump
You probably like it in the rump
F**k a shoe pump
F**k the real deal
And f**k all the fakes
F**k all 52 states, oooh
And f**k...

(Buzz) Well, that sound means that your time is out
Ladies and gentlemen of the audience
If you thought was phat let's hear a round of applause
(Crickets chirp)
Ewww, I'm sorry
Well, that could mean only one thing
THAT SHIT WAS WACK!
(Applause)
Ok we're gonna move right along here
Team number 2, Twiztid
Are you gentlemen ready?
Yeah we straight
Ok what's your first selection for us today?
Hey, hey man they just hoed my shit
F**k the World was the shit
Diemuthaf**kadie
Naww, uh uh
We gonna come with 2nd Hand sec, this on?
2nd Hand Smoke, yeah yeah 2nd Hand Smoke
Alright ladies and gentlemen prepare yourself
This is Twiztid, 2nd Hand Smoke
You be the judge
Phat or Wack?

Free your mind
I represent the East side, no peace
F**k the police
We tell you to increase the deceased at least
A grown man tellin you something that he believe
Practice to deceive, no more tricks up my sleeve
What the f**k bitch, chuck bitch
Why you talkin shit?
Better duck bitch
Before your dome get hit
This shit is Twiztid deeper than that Old French braid
Stickier than jam and jelly phased, kick it
Everybody else real talkin bout something
What you thought you heard bitch,
Can it, cause your frontin
Dead wrong
Dinner table conversations
Leavin' you pistol-whipped in the corner with abrasions
Part of the contamination of Mind State
Sleep in a dream, hopin it's gone when I awake
Mama think I'm a play on play serial killa
Fruitloop biting my mind like Godzilla
We survive like catapillas in cocoons and caskets
Stretch the industry like elastic
So fantastic, like the Newport cigarette that I smoke
Hit the motherf**ka till I choke
I brag and I boast about nothin
Death, dying, and hoes f**kin
So understand that he's saying something
Never be heard I'm underground with the dirt and grime
Smashin heads be my reason for rhyme
I'm on time like a motherf**ka
Leavin you hangin in the forest
Standin in some comfortable shifts like Chuck Norris
Check the chorus
Second hand smoke when you breath
Remember what I told you always believe
You relieve on the Monoxide Child and wild
Travel the world on nine cloud screaming loud
Free your mind
Breath it in second hand smoke
Free your mind
Breath it in second hand smoke
You phony bitches wanna shut...

(Buzz)
Oh times up
Audience Phat or Wack?
Applause please
(One clap, then wind blowing)
Ohh I'm sorry
It seems that this audience also feels
THAT SHIT WAS WACK!
Personally I think they both suck
(Applause)
Ok back to contestants number 1
Uhh hopefully this time gentlemen
You'll come with somethin
A little more likable for me and the audience
(They f**kin suck)
Are you ready?
Yeah man c'mon
Yeah we ready fat bitch
What's the name of your selection?
Uhh hold on hold on uhh I have the bomb shit dawg
The Shaggy Show, can't fail
That's wack dawg
Aight then what?
Muf**kin Terrible...
Aight hey we want you to play uhh Terrible, Bink
Here it is, Insane Clown Posse, Terrible
Phat or Wack?

Muthaf**ka
You don't know shit do ya?
You wouldn't know shit
If it ripped into your ugly bitch ass face
You ain't even begun to expierence drama muthaf**ka Your Mama
Your muthaf**kin big fat chicken faced assed Mama
Don't even know about this drama, muthaf**ka
Oh my god look at that, turn it up please
Poor Nancy Kerrigan's sweet little knees
Somebody took a black thing and went thump
That's terrible we heard about it for months
What about that one nobody guy that they found
Dead in the grass
With his dick in his ass
Unless there was more
But you won't recall
Cause Michael Jackson squeezed up
On some little kids balls
What you consider DRAMA
Ain't all that
It's just that your wack
With your intergalactic satellite data compress
Yes, but we can't feed the homeless
And then OJ's wack story unfolded
Everybody watched that while Okalahoma exploded
900 good reasons why this world don't really care
Thats what it costs for a wheel chair!
What you know bout terrible?
Terrible, you don't know what's terrible
Terrible, what you know bout terrible?
Terrible, you don't know what's terrible...

(Buzz)
There's the buzzer
Audience Phat or Wack?
THAT SHIT WAS WACK!
Ohh you guys f**kin suck
Your momma sucks my dick
Ok we'll move back over here to team number 2
Twiztid are you ready?
Man f**k you we ready
Do you have a song selected?
Yeah we got a song
What you wanna go with
Man it don't matter
This muthaf**ka (They booing everything)
Yeah that's what I'm sayin
Rock the Dead, f**k it
Bink bitch
Bink bitch
F**k you
This is Twiztid Rock the Dead
Phat or Wack?

Wake up, float to the sky
Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise
Wake up, float to the sky
Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise
Come on
Space and beyond
Mind dumpin in the yard
I stoles your headstone from your grave plot
Conscience and confused
Seen tomorrows dreams on tonights news
Fallin through a hole in the sky
Will I die?
You know the time multiplied with this life, love, and lies
Steppin in the darkness
Walkin through my conscience
Like an android I remain heartless
Underground, and mental know me well
Bring it to the white lights of the depths of Hell
Walk through the time flux hand and hand with clear mind
Chords are harmonious like the rhythm of windchimes
Peel back the rhyme and examine the fruit
Rotten to the core buried in they best suits
Maggots crawling on they face,
Eyes sunk in they head
Throw your f**kin arms up and rock the dead
Wake up, float to the sky
Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise
Wake up, float to the sky
Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise
Come on
Got me a mic, and now we ache like the dead
And all we wanna do is rock the dead
So many thoughts runnin all through my head
But the only one that's clear is rock the...