kind of love it is ? you're knockin' at my heart What kind of love it is ? tearing me apart What kind of love it is ? But the memories of what is love
of love it is ? you're knockin' at my heart What kind of love it is ? tearing me apart What kind of love it is ? But the memories of what is love what
Ecstasy, coke, you say it's love, it is poison Schools where I learned they should be burned, it is poison Physicians prescriptin' us medicine which is
em up with Another Love Song Yeah they'll probably like the pussy shit Uhh Another Love Song bitch Ok ladies and gentlemen This is Insane Clown Posse
, another ducat From here to nantucket mc's kick the bucket I'm rugged ruff flow-in up till I bust While other rappers is flatter than a white girl's
'em in the hot seat grab a hoe, I'll show you some shit That'll make your eyes explode out ya skull, 'cause bein' odd On the block is a no, niggas, didn
't i love you you're my friend i handed him my wig and shot myself in the head then i stuffed a box of tissues in the hole in my skull i got in my mazda
white owls and mad tunes Live quite fowl, leavin lifestyles in bitches bathrooms I crack granite, and pack a mass transit it's so weird My style is more
Look out your window, baby, there's a scene you'd like to catch The band is playing "Dixie," a man got his hand outstretched Could be the fuhrer, could
mouth is closed, you don't scream and shout Communication is not in sight You want to settle this with a nice fight I'm working on wood, is that understood
with contempt Clinic mask experiment With life and death Smell lingering noxious Mixed scent anxiety Omnipotent doctor Grinds the cage door Revealing loves
steppin' on these leprechauns? It gotta be acid, 'cos the X is gone Yeah, I took 'em all down with some parmesian And I think my arm is gone, it's probably
steppin' on these leprechauns? It gotta be acid 'cos the X is gone Yeah, I took 'em all down with some parmesian And I think my arm is gone, it's probably
up everyone we know Chorus: *sung* For the love of money, people will rob from each other For the love of money, people will steal from their mother For the love
A caseated carcass really lights your fire A sickening treat under the sheets The rigor mortis of love can be hard And the love that we have made
hands Caesar watch out at your back And beware your son in law Brutus wants to see you dead Cassius don't you love at all Oh Metellus Don't trust Trebonius Decius Brutus loves
