The Stalker Lyrics
The stalker
I'm gonna stalk this hoochie
I'm gonna stalk this hoochie
So I'm grippin' this old piece of shit, right
Here's this smoochie-poo at the stop light
"How's about date?
2 tickets for the circus, pick ya up at 8."
"Fuck no, you're loser."
"Yeah, but I'll stick my boot up your ass"
But I ain't naggin'
To the next light in my pink Volkswagon
"Oh, excuse me hoe, but I'm Violent J act like ya know."
"Violent J the country singer?"
"No, Violent J the Southwest gangstero."
And the bitch was gone (Awww)
So I followed her home (Huh?)
Cause I got it goin' on (Ohhh)
And I'm in the haugghhh (Yep)
Parked in a spot good enough to hawk her
Things you do when you's a stalker
"So what happened?"
"Well I really don't like to talk about it, but he ruined my life. I mean he was everywhere, everywhere I went"
I think that this ho likes me, yeah
She tells you to fuck off with such class!
Said I think that this ho likes me
Yeah, go on and get that ass!
Just happend to see her at the super market
"Oh, hi, hey, that peanut butter sucks
You wouldn't like Jiffy it ain't got no nuts
Why don't ya try these?"
She ran away scared and I'm starin' at her butt cheeks
Cause I know she love me
She wanna tease and please an' rub and dub me
"Hello?"
"Hi, it's me."
*ring*
"Hello?"
"You love me."
*ring*
"Hello?"
"I love you."
*ring*
"Hello? Hello?"
I'm back in the stone brick house
Candle light dinner and some Mexican chow
Yo, I know she gonna show up
Tick tock, tick tock, tick....no luck
Peep through her window
Jack off in the backyard
Somebody pulled a jokers card
And you know when Joker caught ya
Things you do when you's a stalker
"I don't know, because I know he'll be back. He always comes back. I'll never be able to lead a normal life again."
"It's okay."
I think that this ho likes me, yeah
She tells you to fuck off with such class!
Said I think that this ho likes me
Yeah, go on and get that ass!
Hoochie, coochie, poochie
I'm gonna stalk this hoochie
Smoochie, coochie, poochie
And I ain't even got a fuckin' kiss on the cheek
She's with some fuck face
I'ma put that college boy in a neckbrace
I gotta just chill
She loves me lots and that's for real
That night, I snuck in her back do'
With a bucket of chicken and bottle of Faygo
Tip-toe tip-toe, creepin'
Cause I know my baby's sleepin'
Snuck in the bedroom looked through
Aaahhh!! She stuck me in the eye with a broom
Pulled it out
Popped my eye back in and I can't find her
Ran through the bedroom
Ran through the living room
Ran for the bathroom
Gotta take a dune
Now I'm stressed, pullin out my hair
I think I heard that bitch upstairs
Up the steps, wicked clown
Then I hear a clicking sound
"Honey is that you?"
How's bout a kissie smoochie poo."
Her daddy's gun to my nugget
Never liked the bitch anyway, fuck it
"I tried run but he was always right there, just ahead of me. He would always catch me and hurt me."
I think that this ho likes me, yeah
She tells you to fuck off with such class!
Said I think that this ho likes me, yeah
Yeah, go on and get that ass!
The stalker
I think that this ho likes me, yeah
She tells you to fuck off with such class!
Said I think that this ho likes me, yeah
Yeah, go on and get that ass!
The stalker
I think that this ho likes me, yeah
She tells you to fuck off with such class!
Said I think that this ho likes me, yeah
Yeah, go on and get that ass!
The stalker
I think that this ho likes me, yeah
She tells you to fuck off with such class!
Said I think that this ho likes me, yeah
Yeah, go on and get that ass!
The stalker
I think that this ho likes me, yeah
She tells you to fuck off with such class!
Said I think that this ho likes me, yeah
Yeah, go on and get that ass!
This hoe
LOVE this song. Toe-tal clownage clowny dope freshness.
One of ICP's best ever. No fantasy shit here, it's as realistic as possible, while the lyrics are funny at some parts, it's a really disturbing song as far as the atmosphere of the music and the subject matter.
Nobody posted the answering machine messages at the end of the track. I've read on the net randomly, that those messages were really real. Voilent J's girlfriend at the time (we're talking '92, '93 here maybe?) got these messages from her ex-boyfriend and they were so fucked up they put them on the album. Possibly the song was written as a resuly of those messages.
Only part I can remember is "Did you ever want something so bad you can taste it? Lori, I can taste you... I'm gonna go brush my teeth." Hilariously disturbing.