Taste

Taste Lyrics

Song	Taste
Artist	Insane Clown Posse
Album	Carnival Of Carnage
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	Featuring esham
	Intro：violent j
	The time has come for the blood to run into
	The streets paved with gold
	We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so
	Long
	And like animals we kill each other for the
	Hatred of others
	We must move into the suburbs and punish the
	Rich for their ignorance
	For the horror of death, that is part of our life in
	Our neighborhood
	And give them a taste of the same
	And when we kill the governments children
	And the streets smell of death
	Maybe then we will see our situation in a new
	Light
	And put an end the the chaos in the ghetto
	And an end to the killings
	Verse one: violentj
	Heard whats going on in the free world
	Broke out the asylum and killed a girl
	Just ta warm u, just to get it on
	Cause im gonna be cutting throats till the
	Break of dawn
	Can't nobody get me
	I've always been a psycho now they coming
	With me
	That's straight when we team up
	Cause i believe every throat deserves a good
	Cut
	Look in my brain its ****ing insane
	Roll around naked in the acid rain
	Rich bitch ****a took me for a sucka
	Now we killing you instead of killing each other
	Walked in the house, shot him in the mouth
	Leaned back the head, and pulled the brains
	Out
	My list are strong its only a saw
	The government fronts like they dont know
	What is going on
	****, ill take the matter in my own hands
	Cut ya down cat, cut ya down
	Cause i know the rich go jogging
	And im waiting in the bushes,axe to the
	Nogging
	About 30 or 40 times,psychodelic sick with the
	Psycho psycho rhymes
	But ya keep the killer in one place,
	But i'm at ya door, mother****er have a taste!
	Verse two: (nate the mack) {shaggy 2 dope}
	(**ing you up wont let you pass, **ing you
	Up, shot you in the ass)
	{jumped out the alleyway with a
	Muthaphucking battle axe}
	{12 dead bodies on the muthaphucking train
	Tracks}
	(im sick of this shit i see on the tv,they
	Showing psychopathics and i see me)
	(and ya calling me a homeless hobo,
	While i'm laying on my suede couch listening
	To mojo)
	{snipe ya in the head from a tower,
	Or chase ya naked ass clear out the shower}
	{finally catch ya on the block,
	Take this here gat and shoot ya in the eye}
	(who ya ****ing wit governer e?
	Don't ya know i'll hang ya dead ass from a tree)
	{then swing ya by ya foot}
	{mister drumma looking bald headed punk
	Bitch}
	(stroll to the banquet party)
	{drank all they brew}
	(then shot everybody)
	(they set it up wrong,
	Created the ghetto and thought it wouldn't last
	Long)
	{thought we'd kill each other off,
	Didn't think we'd come to the suburbs.jackoff}
	(the clowns stick this knife in ya face)
	({mother****er, have a taste})
	Verse three: jump steady
	In detroit doing time, time being done
	Without not another solution
	Without nothing but wicked men
	How many muthaphuckas ive know through the
	Years
	Got they necks blown off or crippled in their
	Fear
	Now iull tell ya cause i been in many schools
	For this
	Cause im drawn by the vision and close my
	Hand into a fist
	Raised in the crime with nothing to eat
	So my natural instincts to kill in the street
	Im going to war and i sent you caution
	Jumpsteady stepping over the governments
	Brainwashing
	(take it, take it farther, take it far)
	Dont let them even judge ya, cause you know
	Who you are
	Seems they dont even know about the inner
	City crime war
	Moneys on the jews in the desert but what the
	**** for
	Damn the're stupid,the mine are surrounded
	Think i like to pay a lesson to a gallon
	And save a human life or two
	End this ghetto war for the homies that i once
	Knew
	Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes
	(ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes
	Hoe)
	I got a mind killing rage waiting on my change
	On the holes on my jacket i craddle my gage
	What ya gonna do if i show up at your place
	Try to ignore it this time, mother****er have a
	Taste
	Verse four: capitol e / esham
	Ya need a spoonful, another wants a little taste
	So let me feed you the city like in a steady
	Pace
	Ya wake up to gunfire thining it was a dream
	Till ya hear ya neighbors holla and ya young
	Child scream
	Everyday thang, thank it to ya
	Just wait till you see that cracka at ya front
	Door naked
	Begging for money, acting like he know ya
	Ya slam the door in fear, but some day he'll
	Show ya
	Catch ya at point blank range ya getting
	Jacked
	(come up wit it bitch)
	Now ya dont know how to act
	But that's the life and the experience of a
	Mother
	Happends everyday, one another the other
	But the suburb living is high class
	With a high class leather city trade with ya ass
	And show ya the rough times
	Hungry homeless people commiting crime
	After crime
	And bitches working the pike for dough
	Then they run to the rock sella to buy some
	Rocks slow
	And i hear ya making fun of that...
	Icp (what's up e) gets ya bats
	It's time for you to crack some necks
	And if they dont know now, show them what to
	Expect
	Cause it dont matter the race or the place
	Capitol e giving the inner city taste
	Interlude: violent j
	Yea! we heading to birmingham,gross point
	And beverly hills
	I thought you knew, cause we in a devilish
	Mood
	Verse five: esham
	Guess who's rolling with the icp, that black
	Devil comming straight from the d
	Im heading out to birmingham,to tip off a
	German
	And looking for the governer to kill him and i
	Think i can
	Violent j know the way so im gonna getcha
	If ya standing in my way im getting wit ya
	The black devil, that devil ya dont know
	Getting more pussy than bel biv devoe
	Hey man do you know my name?
	(esham)
	Im down with notics, nuts on train
	So give me mine cause it aint about black or
	White
	It aint about wrong or right on devil's night
	I burn a cross in ya ****ing face
	Now homicide's got a new case
	So give me a taste

	Featuring esham
	Intro: violent j
	The time has come for the blood to run into
	The streets paved with gold
	We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so
	Long
	And like animals we kill each other for the
	Hatred of others
	We must move into the suburbs and punish the
	Rich for their ignorance
	For the horror of death, that is part of our life in
	Our neighborhood
	And give them a taste of the same
	And when we kill the governments children
	And the streets smell of death
	Maybe then we will see our situation in a new
	Light
	And put an end the the chaos in the ghetto
	And an end to the killings
	Verse one: violentj
	Heard whats going on in the free world
	Broke out the asylum and killed a girl
	Just ta warm u, just to get it on
	Cause im gonna be cutting throats till the
	Break of dawn
	Can' t nobody get me
	I' ve always been a psycho now they coming
	With me
	That' s straight when we team up
	Cause i believe every throat deserves a good
	Cut
	Look in my brain its ing insane
	Roll around naked in the acid rain
	Rich bitch a took me for a sucka
	Now we killing you instead of killing each other
	Walked in the house, shot him in the mouth
	Leaned back the head, and pulled the brains
	Out
	My list are strong its only a saw
	The government fronts like they dont know
	What is going on
	, ill take the matter in my own hands
	Cut ya down cat, cut ya down
	Cause i know the rich go jogging
	And im waiting in the bushes, axe to the
	Nogging
	About 30 or 40 times, psychodelic sick with the
	Psycho psycho rhymes
	But ya keep the killer in one place,
	But i' m at ya door, mother er have a taste!
	Verse two: nate the mack shaggy 2 dope
	ing you up wont let you pass, ing you
	Up, shot you in the ass
	jumped out the alleyway with a
	Muthaphucking battle axe
	12 dead bodies on the muthaphucking train
	Tracks
	im sick of this shit i see on the tv, they
	Showing psychopathics and i see me
	and ya calling me a homeless hobo,
	While i' m laying on my suede couch listening
	To mojo
	snipe ya in the head from a tower,
	Or chase ya naked ass clear out the shower
	finally catch ya on the block,
	Take this here gat and shoot ya in the eye
	who ya ing wit governer e?
	Don' t ya know i' ll hang ya dead ass from a tree
	then swing ya by ya foot
	mister drumma looking bald headed punk
	Bitch
	stroll to the banquet party
	drank all they brew
	then shot everybody
	they set it up wrong,
	Created the ghetto and thought it wouldn' t last
	Long
	thought we' d kill each other off,
	Didn' t think we' d come to the suburbs. jackoff
	the clowns stick this knife in ya face
	mother er, have a taste
	Verse three: jump steady
	In detroit doing time, time being done
	Without not another solution
	Without nothing but wicked men
	How many muthaphuckas ive know through the
	Years
	Got they necks blown off or crippled in their
	Fear
	Now iull tell ya cause i been in many schools
	For this
	Cause im drawn by the vision and close my
	Hand into a fist
	Raised in the crime with nothing to eat
	So my natural instincts to kill in the street
	Im going to war and i sent you caution
	Jumpsteady stepping over the governments
	Brainwashing
	take it, take it farther, take it far
	Dont let them even judge ya, cause you know
	Who you are
	Seems they dont even know about the inner
	City crime war
	Moneys on the jews in the desert but what the
	for
	Damn the' re stupid, the mine are surrounded
	Think i like to pay a lesson to a gallon
	And save a human life or two
	End this ghetto war for the homies that i once
	Knew
	Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes
	ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes
	Hoe
	I got a mind killing rage waiting on my change
	On the holes on my jacket i craddle my gage
	What ya gonna do if i show up at your place
	Try to ignore it this time, mother er have a
	Taste
	Verse four: capitol e esham
	Ya need a spoonful, another wants a little taste
	So let me feed you the city like in a steady
	Pace
	Ya wake up to gunfire thining it was a dream
	Till ya hear ya neighbors holla and ya young
	Child scream
	Everyday thang, thank it to ya
	Just wait till you see that cracka at ya front
	Door naked
	Begging for money, acting like he know ya
	Ya slam the door in fear, but some day he' ll
	Show ya
	Catch ya at point blank range ya getting
	Jacked
	come up wit it bitch
	Now ya dont know how to act
	But that' s the life and the experience of a
	Mother
	Happends everyday, one another the other
	But the suburb living is high class
	With a high class leather city trade with ya ass
	And show ya the rough times
	Hungry homeless people commiting crime
	After crime
	And bitches working the pike for dough
	Then they run to the rock sella to buy some
	Rocks slow
	And i hear ya making fun of that...
	Icp what' s up e gets ya bats
	It' s time for you to crack some necks
	And if they dont know now, show them what to
	Expect
	Cause it dont matter the race or the place
	Capitol e giving the inner city taste
	Interlude: violent j
	Yea! we heading to birmingham, gross point
	And beverly hills
	I thought you knew, cause we in a devilish
	Mood
	Verse five: esham
	Guess who' s rolling with the icp, that black
	Devil comming straight from the d
	Im heading out to birmingham, to tip off a
	German
	And looking for the governer to kill him and i
	Think i can
	Violent j know the way so im gonna getcha
	If ya standing in my way im getting wit ya
	The black devil, that devil ya dont know
	Getting more pussy than bel biv devoe
	Hey man do you know my name?
	esham
	Im down with notics, nuts on train
	So give me mine cause it aint about black or
	White
	It aint about wrong or right on devil' s night
	I burn a cross in ya ing face
	Now homicide' s got a new case
	So give me a taste

	Featuring esham
	Intro: violent j
	The time has come for the blood to run into
	The streets paved with gold
	We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so
	Long
	And like animals we kill each other for the
	Hatred of others
	We must move into the suburbs and punish the
	Rich for their ignorance
	For the horror of death, that is part of our life in
	Our neighborhood
	And give them a taste of the same
	And when we kill the governments children
	And the streets smell of death
	Maybe then we will see our situation in a new
	Light
	And put an end the the chaos in the ghetto
	And an end to the killings
	Verse one: violentj
	Heard whats going on in the free world
	Broke out the asylum and killed a girl
	Just ta warm u, just to get it on
	Cause im gonna be cutting throats till the
	Break of dawn
	Can' t nobody get me
	I' ve always been a psycho now they coming
	With me
	That' s straight when we team up
	Cause i believe every throat deserves a good
	Cut
	Look in my brain its ing insane
	Roll around naked in the acid rain
	Rich bitch a took me for a sucka
	Now we killing you instead of killing each other
	Walked in the house, shot him in the mouth
	Leaned back the head, and pulled the brains
	Out
	My list are strong its only a saw
	The government fronts like they dont know
	What is going on
	, ill take the matter in my own hands
	Cut ya down cat, cut ya down
	Cause i know the rich go jogging
	And im waiting in the bushes, axe to the
	Nogging
	About 30 or 40 times, psychodelic sick with the
	Psycho psycho rhymes
	But ya keep the killer in one place,
	But i' m at ya door, mother er have a taste!
	Verse two: nate the mack shaggy 2 dope
	ing you up wont let you pass, ing you
	Up, shot you in the ass
	jumped out the alleyway with a
	Muthaphucking battle axe
	12 dead bodies on the muthaphucking train
	Tracks
	im sick of this shit i see on the tv, they
	Showing psychopathics and i see me
	and ya calling me a homeless hobo,
	While i' m laying on my suede couch listening
	To mojo
	snipe ya in the head from a tower,
	Or chase ya naked ass clear out the shower
	finally catch ya on the block,
	Take this here gat and shoot ya in the eye
	who ya ing wit governer e?
	Don' t ya know i' ll hang ya dead ass from a tree
	then swing ya by ya foot
	mister drumma looking bald headed punk
	Bitch
	stroll to the banquet party
	drank all they brew
	then shot everybody
	they set it up wrong,
	Created the ghetto and thought it wouldn' t last
	Long
	thought we' d kill each other off,
	Didn' t think we' d come to the suburbs. jackoff
	the clowns stick this knife in ya face
	mother er, have a taste
	Verse three: jump steady
	In detroit doing time, time being done
	Without not another solution
	Without nothing but wicked men
	How many muthaphuckas ive know through the
	Years
	Got they necks blown off or crippled in their
	Fear
	Now iull tell ya cause i been in many schools
	For this
	Cause im drawn by the vision and close my
	Hand into a fist
	Raised in the crime with nothing to eat
	So my natural instincts to kill in the street
	Im going to war and i sent you caution
	Jumpsteady stepping over the governments
	Brainwashing
	take it, take it farther, take it far
	Dont let them even judge ya, cause you know
	Who you are
	Seems they dont even know about the inner
	City crime war
	Moneys on the jews in the desert but what the
	for
	Damn the' re stupid, the mine are surrounded
	Think i like to pay a lesson to a gallon
	And save a human life or two
	End this ghetto war for the homies that i once
	Knew
	Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes
	ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes
	Hoe
	I got a mind killing rage waiting on my change
	On the holes on my jacket i craddle my gage
	What ya gonna do if i show up at your place
	Try to ignore it this time, mother er have a
	Taste
	Verse four: capitol e esham
	Ya need a spoonful, another wants a little taste
	So let me feed you the city like in a steady
	Pace
	Ya wake up to gunfire thining it was a dream
	Till ya hear ya neighbors holla and ya young
	Child scream
	Everyday thang, thank it to ya
	Just wait till you see that cracka at ya front
	Door naked
	Begging for money, acting like he know ya
	Ya slam the door in fear, but some day he' ll
	Show ya
	Catch ya at point blank range ya getting
	Jacked
	come up wit it bitch
	Now ya dont know how to act
	But that' s the life and the experience of a
	Mother
	Happends everyday, one another the other
	But the suburb living is high class
	With a high class leather city trade with ya ass
	And show ya the rough times
	Hungry homeless people commiting crime
	After crime
	And bitches working the pike for dough
	Then they run to the rock sella to buy some
	Rocks slow
	And i hear ya making fun of that...
	Icp what' s up e gets ya bats
	It' s time for you to crack some necks
	And if they dont know now, show them what to
	Expect
	Cause it dont matter the race or the place
	Capitol e giving the inner city taste
	Interlude: violent j
	Yea! we heading to birmingham, gross point
	And beverly hills
	I thought you knew, cause we in a devilish
	Mood
	Verse five: esham
	Guess who' s rolling with the icp, that black
	Devil comming straight from the d
	Im heading out to birmingham, to tip off a
	German
	And looking for the governer to kill him and i
	Think i can
	Violent j know the way so im gonna getcha
	If ya standing in my way im getting wit ya
	The black devil, that devil ya dont know
	Getting more pussy than bel biv devoe
	Hey man do you know my name?
	esham
	Im down with notics, nuts on train
	So give me mine cause it aint about black or
	White
	It aint about wrong or right on devil' s night
	I burn a cross in ya ing face
	Now homicide' s got a new case
	So give me a taste

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