Ain't No Future in Yo Frontin' - Insane Clown Posse

To the beat, yall!

Yes!

This’ll always sound good to me

Rest in peace, MC Breed

This sound hard and juggalos gonna jam to

Get the record a second 'cause I plan to

Hit the people like a scene of a amezement

While they slip my graffiti on a pavement

Grumble like I never do

Shotgun pointed dead at you

What are you gonna do?

You listen to the knowledge of a sunset

You wanna get high?

We gonna touch the sky

Throw a «Wicked Clown» up, we proclaim the name

We don’t show no shame, 'cause we across the lane

I’m like a rhino runnin' through the roughest path

They figure I’m a trigger-happy killer, so they step back

Freeze!

Because we’s the coldest

Who lasts the longest and who’s the boldest?

And in the game it’s plain to see

You listen to the sounds of Breed

THROUGH THE I.C.P

You don’t stop

To the beat, yall!

It ain’t no future in yo frontin'

You don’t stop

To the beat, yall!

You don’t stop

I never got caught with a kilo

And if you ever do, yo, you never be with me, yo

Always getting head 'cause I love the way it feeYol

Leave the crowd bald 'cause it’s the place that I be, yo

Never have to worry 'bout my crew getting jumped

And if we ever do, Legs Diamond pop the trunk

We don’t go for playin', unless you playin' with my balls

When I’m on the mic I ain’t for playin', not at all

Cause I fuck 10 hoes a week boomin' at my peak

20 years on stage, but I still get geeked

I can give you a job, a place to eat hearty

And we all gettin' rowdy in a Hatchet Man -party

Takin' over, barkin' like a dog named Rover (woof!)

Big bad-guy from a four-leaf clovers

Hit yo bottom like a venomous cobra

Sharpen my axe up and then I’m coming over

You don’t stop

To the beat, yall!

It ain’t no future in yo frontin'

You don’t stop

To the beat, yall!

You don’t stop

Joe B, R to the U-C-E and

Down with my homie M-E-C and Joey and

Suckers causin' static, cause we still be disagreein'

I don’t give a fuck 'cause I’m from D-E-T-R-Oit

A city where pity runs low

If you ever shoot through my city, now you know

Cause we are strictly business and we also got our pride

And if you don’t like it, I suggest you break wide

Juggalotus got hellfire, can’t deny it

Fuck the fake-weed, if it’s legal, I don’t buy it

I ain’t got time to fuck with these hoes

Blow my fucking dingaling until my dick explodes

That’s the way I am, every ninja be different

When we order Faygo 3 semis for a shipment

If I was the president, then I would state facts

And rule to fucking world with a solid-gold axe

It ain’t no future in your frontin'

You don’t stop

To the beat, yall!

It ain’t no future in yo frontin'

You don’t stop

To the beat, yall!

You don’t stop

Stick my damn foot angle deep in yo colon

When I go insane, no it ain’t, no controllin'

Put my name Shaggy on everything I own

I once stole a jeep, put a gat up to his dome

Shine it up good, kickin' through the neighborhood

Carnival of Carnage creepin' out the Kenwood

Quick to grip around it, and then I’ll have it chopped

Won’t pass mad cops but I never got stopped

Ain’t no future in your frontin'

You don’t stop

To the beat, yall!

It ain’t no future in yo frontin'

You don’t stop

To the beat, yall!

You don’t stop

Bring that shit, bring it

To the beat, yall!

You don’t stop

To the beat, yall!

You don’t stop

I said fuck all the rules of the world

Live my life raw, cause I never liked the law

In my black truck I pass Bentleys

Had my old crew turned to crack-headed fiends

I put in mad work, but I never break a sweat

Time to move out, my posse sayin' (bet)

You got my back, and I got yours

What time is it?

Hm, tear down the doors

To the beat, yall!

You don’t stop

There ain’t no future in your frontin'

Never was, cuz

Yo, Mark, drop that, drop that

To the beat, yall!

To the beat, yall!

To the beat, yall!

You don’t stop