Lyrics Murder follows me Insane Clown Posse

Murder follows me

When I sit back

Thank to myself

How mutha fuckin fucked up

The World has become

It seem like violence, is the only things us mutha fuckas know nowaday

Every time I turn around

Everywhere I look

It's anotha mutha fucka killin' anotha mutha fucka

And that's some mutha fuckin' fucked up shit, mutha fucka (Fuck right)

Murder follows me wherever I go

Just the other day

Somebody shot they school up

At least that's what I been hearing everytime I turn the news up

My momma said that there'd be shit like this

I never seen it

C'mon and hit on my blunt and reminice

Now I ask myself

Is there a way to make it stop

A way to make the gats not pop

And is it possible

For me to live the way I need to live

For me to get what I need to get

And give all that I need to give

My situations getting major by the second

That fool that shot his whole school up

Just turned eleven (Whaaa?)

And ain't no body even thinkin' bout it

And for that I hope that every time you sleep you have a dream about it

Up in my hood it's like a warzone

If somebody got a problem with somebody

They don't last long

I seem 'em dyin' every god damn day

And the worst thing about it

I don't think it's shit

I just say it

So a...

The way of my love

Is like ultra man meets the sun

I need to be killin' someone

I won't go 2 days without fillin' some graves

Drag 'em in the sewers

My underground caves

I kill a bitch and then hide in my trunk

Except if they come and find me

I will cry like a punk

I just look into the camera

And say mamma I'm sorry

But it's all your fault

You never bought me atari

Murder follows me

Everywhere that I turn

Psychopathic Rydas

But we never seem to learn

I just attract mad love

Wit my black trucks and black chucks

And what's up

Since I'm strictly givin' no fucks

Murder's on my tail

I don't think I'm gonna last

I'ma leave my lip fatter

Than Rikishi ass

If I get chance

I can't resist that dance

With the devil

I'm on another level

Underneath the gravel

I'm just a thang that go bump in the night

And that bump be the back of your head off a lead pipe (a lead pipe)

I'm relaxed feelin good

Knowin' I'ma mutha fuckin' menace to my neighborhood

Murder

I take it, break it down, and analyze it

Manslaughter, murder one, murder two, can't hide it

Everywhere I go vSomebody try and take me

Pistol out my pocket, and I cock it and make 'em history

And there I go

Wizzle, third body today

This how I killin' mutha fuckas

Won't go away

I leave trails every time I walk down the street

Bystanders hoes and dealers stretched out bloody

Leave no traces

And even the cops is paid off

Ain't tryin to see encarceration

Makes ya soft

16 in the clip

Runnin' the chamber jello

Maybe it's all in my brain

But it seems like murder follows

Shit's crazy in the ghetto

Every motha fuckin' day

A nigga on parol

Now I gotta find a way

Ta get back on my feet

Gotta call Lil Shank up

Walkin' to the crib

Saw nigga get throat cut

Blood rushed out

As the nigga started coughin'

Ain't shit a nigga could do

I kept walkin'

Got to the crib

Then I put the call in

The homie told me meet me at 9

We get to ballin'

Get my chucks on

Headed back on the block

Got to tha corner

See anotha sucka get shot

Look like he caught heat from an AK

Semi-auto aint no escape when bullets spray

The young brotha took like six in the chest

One str8 shot lay the little kid to rest

And the little girl looks to be about ten

Somebody got to tell her ma that she'll never see her again

Everywhere we go from the suburbs to the hoods of the ghetto

Where the little niggas grow

I used to be a little nigga myself

And learn quick

Momma insisted that they focus on my mutha fuckin' wealth

All I had was my dogs

And my ma's kept it tight

Tell me, "Shank do momma proud and do somthin' with ya life"

Don't waste your time tryin' to be anotha useless thug

Locked up like your cuzin tryin' to sell some drugs

Your the only one left in this family tree

Anotha year past

Now my momma 53

And ain't a damn thing changed in my life at all

Stickin' niggas for they paper

Make my bank a cap tall

And perhaps a mutha fucka catch a slug in the chest

He not a trooper

If he was, he woulda had a fuckin' vest

I ain't got time to consider

The right thing to do

Besides the right thing to do don't always pay for bills and food (echo)