Lirik Lagu Play My Song - Insane Clown Posse
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ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
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TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
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We hit the ace, ace and we love giving chaseWicked clown got more than some pie for your faceWith a drip, drip, drip it's blood on the stripThree disassembled bodies in the trunk of the whipHear the saw, saw, saw right below your jawYou see your own head roll off the table and fallSee the puck, puck, puck flamin arrows in your truckAnd one in your lung stuck, you fucked outta luck
[chorus]Play my song, gimme something I can lean onWatcha tryin to hear, something about murder, I got thatPlay my song, gimme something I can lean onWatcha tryin to hear, something about murder, I got thatBloody, bloody, bloodyPlay my song, bloody, bloody, bloodyWhatcha tryin to hear, bloody, bloody, bloody
Here come the hack, hack, hack knives in your backBlood down your spine, all in your ass crackWith a swing, swing, swing your throat's whistlinThe three incisions I made are fine as g-stringsIt's the pat, pat, pat from behind with a batAnd splatter every crack till your whole head flatBeat the jab, jab, jab i'll punch you in your flabDrag you to the butcher shop and chop you into slabs
[chorus]Play my song, gimme something I can lean onWatcha tryin to hear, something about murder, I got thatPlay my song, gimme something I can lean onWatcha tryin to hear, something about murder, I got thatBloody, bloody, bloodyPlay my song, bloody, bloody, bloodyWhatcha tryin to hear, bloody, bloody, bloody
(murder... death... war...)
Everyone of us gotta have murder and deathTo remind ourselves that we still have our breathWhether it's tasteful of disgracefulShit, as long as everybody get's a face fullSomeo f us root for the coppers, others root for the killinBut everybody needs they murderous thrillinsTrace it back to when mankind was swinging from a treeMurder is what we talkin about, and always will be
[chorus]Play my song, gimme something I can lean onWatcha tryin to hear, something about murder, I got thatPlay my song, gimme something I can lean onWatcha tryin to hear, something about murder, I got thatBloody, bloody, bloodyPlay my song, bloody, bloody, bloodyWhatcha tryin to hear, bloody, bloody, bloody
[chorus]Play my song, gimme something I can lean onWatcha tryin to hear, something about murder, I got thatPlay my song, gimme something I can lean onWatcha tryin to hear, something about murder, I got thatBloody, bloody, bloodyPlay my song, bloody, bloody, bloodyWhatcha tryin to hear, bloody, bloody, bloody
Here come the hack, hack, hack knives in your backBlood down your spine, all in your ass crackWith a swing, swing, swing your throat's whistlinThe three incisions I made are fine as g-stringsIt's the pat, pat, pat from behind with a batAnd splatter every crack till your whole head flatBeat the jab, jab, jab i'll punch you in your flabDrag you to the butcher shop and chop you into slabs
[chorus]Play my song, gimme something I can lean onWatcha tryin to hear, something about murder, I got thatPlay my song, gimme something I can lean onWatcha tryin to hear, something about murder, I got thatBloody, bloody, bloodyPlay my song, bloody, bloody, bloodyWhatcha tryin to hear, bloody, bloody, bloody
(murder... death... war...)
Everyone of us gotta have murder and deathTo remind ourselves that we still have our breathWhether it's tasteful of disgracefulShit, as long as everybody get's a face fullSomeo f us root for the coppers, others root for the killinBut everybody needs they murderous thrillinsTrace it back to when mankind was swinging from a treeMurder is what we talkin about, and always will be
[chorus]Play my song, gimme something I can lean onWatcha tryin to hear, something about murder, I got thatPlay my song, gimme something I can lean onWatcha tryin to hear, something about murder, I got thatBloody, bloody, bloodyPlay my song, bloody, bloody, bloodyWhatcha tryin to hear, bloody, bloody, bloody
