Walk on By - Insane Clown Posse

Let’s say you’re walkin', New York to LA

What kinda bullshit would you face along the way?

You couldn’t do it, not without a mother fucking gun

‘Cause ain’t nobody out there tryin' to help anyone

Shit, you’d be lucky if you made it out of Brooklyn

Without getting that sack on your back tooken

Fags pulling over all along the route

And people all on the jack move for your tow loot (Checkin' in)

Weirdos in vans, racists in pickups

Stick-ups, always gettin' got for your get-ups

Police are ridin' next to ya and flexin' on ya

And fuckin' with ya all the way to California

Hope you can dodge cars, ‘cause people are crazy

And at least two will try to hit your ass on daily

People drivin' by, throwin' bottles, bustin' your head

But you ain’t about to stop walkin' across this land

You on a mission

I walk on by, like I got somewhere to be

This world is for you, but this world ain’t for me

I walk on by, like I got somewhere to be (And there you go)

This world is for you, but this world ain’t for me

Walkin' through St. Louis, some ganstas stop ya

Rock your chin so hard, your knees buckle and drop ya

Rob for your headphones and walking stick

But you keep movin' on, another loss, chalkin' it

You seein' redneck rebels wavin' flags up high

And they teachin' they kids to do the same when they die

Triple K, cops, evil eyes, knee-high boots

And little towns full of folks who won’t tell if they shoot

You just walkin' through.

Locals like, «Who the fuck?»

And then Hillbilly Buck pulls up in a truck

And straight up ragdoll bumps your ass all in the street

And says «We don’t like strangers,» and he boots your teeth

By the time you hit Utah, you’re fuckin' hitch hikin'

Only homos and lunatics take to your liking

Families ride by with they doors on lock

The world’s closin' in, but you ain’t gon' stop

You keep walkin'

I walk on by, like I got somewhere to be (And there you go)

This world is for you, but this world ain’t for me (Right there)

I walk on by, like I got somewhere to be (And there you go)

This world is for you, but this world ain’t for me

You cross mountains on foot and almost freeze to death

And the one that nobody gives is a fuck

You get to Vegas.

Pow!

You get shot in the leg

You don’t know how it happened.

You don’t care anyway

People all up in your face tryin' to sell you drugs

You walk right through rumbles and wars, duckin' slugs

People pickin' fights with you, too many to count

They been ripped off your shirt and dug your pockets out

The savages trip you.

You get back up

Now you’re huffin' through the desert in some Walmart Chucks (Damn)

You finally reach the West Coast and get kidnapped

By a serial killer, the fuckin' worst of the pack

But you fight back.

Fuck that.

Kick him in his face

You escaped his van, and now you’re back on pace

You wonder how this could be as you reach your goal

The place we call «home» is out of control

I walk on by, like I got somewhere to be

This world is for you, but this world ain’t for me

I walk on by, like I got somewhere to be

This world is for you, but this world ain’t for me (Right there)

I walk on by, like I got somewhere to be (And there you go)

This world is for you, but this world ain’t for me (Right there)

I walk on by, like I got somewhere to be (And there you go)

This world is for you, but this world ain’t for me