Fury! - Insane Clown Posse

Willaby Rags here, wanting to know

How much pain will you withstain

Before all your worry turns into fury?

I got in my home and I ran in my room

I cut off the lights and the pressure consumed me

Wet is my face from the tears in my eyes

I can taste them, they’re salty, my life I despise

No matter how often I’m beat down, it’s shocking

Tears falling upon a shotgun I’m cocking

Alone in the corner, sitting on the floor

My feelings hurt so bad, they’re dead to the core

Pitch black as my room disrupted by the glow

Red 665 on the clock radio

Illuminating the shadows sprawled out on the wall

The scariest imagery I’ve ever saw

A symbol of anger strong as a tornado

Of toxic pollution is rocking my cradle

And shocking me is the impact of his fist

It woke me up to the simple fact that I’m pissed

(It's fury)

Fight back!

(Get up) Fight back!

(Get up) Fight back!

(Come on) Fight back!

(Get up) Fight back!

(Fury)

Fuck all that forgiving the other, bitch

Bitch, I will murder your mother, bitch

I’ll store your head in the cupboard, bitch

Fuck all that dyin' and cryin' and whinin'

And I want revenge, I don’t die, bitch

Murder-go-round, you gon' ride, bitch

Fuck all that, bitch, suicide, bitch

Bitch, I got you to die (Fight back)

No more complaining, 9 milli' burst

Blood will be raining, follow the hearse

Woke up a giant, too far they pushed me

Never deny I’m a scrub, but I’m no pussy

Swung a machete, tip of the skull

Split down the middle, you fitted and all

Wicked is the clown, boom, bang, and pow

Shapaw, chah, poof, plow

Hey son, you’re facin' helly retaliation

Napalm, it’s on

Hey son, you’re facin' helly retaliation

Napalm, it’s on

I’m sucker punchin', it’s suckers I’m punchin'

Squeeze the cocksucker’s throat, hear the bones crunchin'

He’ll need a vegetable tube when he’s lunchin'

'Cause everything neck up could no longer function

Still, I tortured him to death in my dungeon

Dumped him in the alley at Vernor and Junction

That corpse laid there rotten, became hella pungent

And perfect for Flip and his friends to be munchin'

How long can you heat me until we see fire?

Beat me 'til we see my patience expire

How long do you think you can treat me like shit?

'Til you screw up and I screw your head off your neck

How far do you think that elastic can stretch?

Til' I’m shootin' your head through my basketball net

It slaps on the pavement, all fleshy and wet

'Til I run up and punt that lunk of shit, pow!

(It's fury)

Fight back!

(Get up) Fight back!

(Get up) Fight back!

(Come on) Fight back!

(Get up) Fight back!

(Fury)

Bitch, I done ran out of tears, bitch

Fury that’s spawned out of fears, bitch

I’ll stab a screwdriver deep in each ear

'Til I know that you hear me and fear me and clearly

Smack me, my paint never smears, bitch

But that check your ass never clears, bitch

Fred Fury taught me revenge is the way

Payback’s even worth waiting for years (Fight back)

Taking a chance again with the jab (With the jab)

Repeated offense, it would’ve perhaps (Would've perhaps)

This nobody snaps, and then it’s too late (Then it’s too late)

My will restricting me from fighting back breaks

My thinking is null, react with a bat (React with a bat)

Swing for the skull, connect with a smack (Connect with a smack)

Instant I swerve, cracking the wood (Cracking the wood)

Every face staring was freckled in blood

Hey son, you’re facin' helly retaliation

Napalm, it’s on

Hey son, you’re facin' helly retaliation

Napalm, it’s on

Hey son, you’re facin' helly retaliation

Napalm, it’s on

Hey son, you’re facin' helly retaliation

Fred Fury is all in your feeble, fearful flaws

Formulating into one ferocious fog in the afterlife

Whose fiery fist will fuck you up

Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

Hey son, you’re facin' helly retaliation

Napalm, it’s on (665)

Hey son, you’re facin' helly retaliation

Napalm, it’s on (665)

Hey son, you’re facin' helly retaliation

Napalm, it’s on (665)

Hey son, you’re facin' helly retaliation

Nap-