Explosions - Insane Clown Posse

I plant bombs in my lawn

For 18 hours, who think I’m wrong?

Pistol crossbow in each arm

Explosive arrows, can’t keep calm

I blow thee, with an RPG

So much smoke you can hardly see

Bodily harm, fire on lawns

Mountain acid gonna burn down the farm

What types of man to come with these atrocities

I can feel the heat its all around me

Laying here in the street my chest exploding

I’m pinned down

Yet never knowing why…

(Wha-wha-wh- What type of man)

I build pipe bombs with duct tape

Fill it with gunpowder, that’s all it takes

Get me a wick, long or quick

And when it blows, molecules split

Mushroom cloud a boom so loud

I took out the crowd, I’m so proud

Connect these wires, twist with pliers

I’m sick and a coward, no one to admire

(Wha-wha-wh- What type of man)

Rainforest jungles, deserty sands

Downtown with buildings

I’ll shake your land

Plastic explosives, my specialty

You’ll lose a limb, fuckin' with me

Batteries they come

Cables and sensors

Right on they neck and

There go my answers

FBI wanna take me down

Two to my chest my heart no longer pounds