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First Day Out Lyrics

Artist: ICP (Insane Clown Posse)
Album: Carnival Of Carnage

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Another funky, funky rhyme
Got another funky rhyme
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Aw shit, man, that's the ICP!!!
This is my jam!!!
I'm on a psychedelic, motherfucking inter-gallactic void G!!!
Aw, shit!

Well, they let the gate up so I bail
It's been six months pick me up from the county jail
With a smog mother payin' my dues
Steel toliets, worn blankets, and rubber shoes
But I ain't naggin'
Here come the fellas I can hear the muffler draggin'
8 men in the car long
And the Faygo is almost gone
My nuts are kinda hard so I need a mate
So my homeboy's cousin set me up with a blind date
She said "Pick me up at three"
Can't bitch, the bus don't ride your street, ho
We gonna eat at Mexican Village
Take a cab and I'll pay the tab
And when she showed, well, I'll be damned
Left my wallet at home on the TV stand
Have her pay him and for dinner too
The knot in my sock, it done bit you
She's all prettied up for nothing
I'm smelling like shit and my chin is scruffing
And I'm chewing on my food like a pitbull
Cuz I won't front for the ho
Stuck my face in a bowl of soup
And just sucked it all up threw my missin' tooth
The bitch jumped up with a boom
"I have to fix my hair" and broke to the bathroom
She's got the tab, so I go for mine
And order up some '52 vintage wine
Hey, Louie, bring a fuckin' steak with that
Motherfuckers like jail say fuck dat
She's back now and her hair ain't fixed
Probably took a long greasy-ass smelly shit
I ain't saying nothing though
I ain't saying nothing bout the funkin' ho
What's up bitch, I'm ready to break
How long can one fat bitch take?
Quite snacking and pay me saps
Cuz we goin' home to whatch tube with pops*

"So Joe, what is that you do for a living?"
"Aww, come on pops, you seen me selling rocks on
Verner and Springwell. Matter fact, I think I sold
to that fat bitch in the kitchen"

Your dads really cool, sweetheart,
I mean him lettin me use his car.
And he slipped me a 50,
"Violent J's kinda nifty."
If ida hit you'd a been home free,
But now you Commin home with me.
Dad i gotta bitch in the bedroom,
take your ass to the bar and dont come back soon.
Now the Juggla's known to smack hoes,
But i need the shot too,
So i switch to the mack mode.

Now woman, you know i love you,
So why dont you just let me fuck you.
Now bitch i know yous a freak,
So let me get a little kiss on your cheek.
And i fuck the girl with dat,
Come on nympho let me hit dat.
Tell ya what you let me stick it,
And i got a left over piece of chicken for ya.
Ya little sewer skank,
You nasty little pipe smokin sac chasin hoe.
And that was that,
a little smooth talkin she was on her back.
And im finally stickin,
Dump ya and im keepin my chicken.
You never guess what,
My first day out andi caught my NUT.

First day out and i caught my nut.
First day out and i caught my nut.
First day out and i caught my nut.
SHit bitch its my first day out.

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