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Think For Yourself Lyrics
Hi Kids Welcome to Cloud Nine
We sure are glad yall stopped by to see us.
(Posse)
We got some special surprises for yall red eyeses today.
(Think for yourself)
We got the Insane Clown Posse in the studio with the Kottonmouth Kings
(Posse)
Put your thinking caps on
Think for yourself man
Don’t do like they do
(Oh)
It’s a sick world
You just gotta stay true
Stay true and everything will be cool
You gotta blaze ya own trails and make ya own rules
(C’mon man)
(Think for yourself)
In this tough life kids
Its just kinda funny
It seems like everybody’s out for the money
Everybody’s chasing fate, fortune and fame
The world’s gone insane its like we lost our brain
Coca-paparazzi
Stack-a-pop culture
We feeding on the gossips like a pack of vultures
I dont give a fuck about Britney or rehab
She can gobble nuts and look like a skin head
Lindsay Lohan can swim in the ocean with
Juice, some man’s shoes and some calamine lotion
Paris Hilton can be worth a billion
I wouldn’t fuck that bitch with Madonna’s dead children
Baby Suri(?) or Angie Gelina can drink pipe cleaner from Mr Dabalena
Mr Dabalena Mr Bob Dabalena I got a big fat spliff, from (unknown location) Kenya
Chorus
A Crazy pissed gets a fist to his weak chest
Another millionaire hot hopes gets geeks’ bliss (bills?)
Who gives a fuck who’s drunk and fucking at the grammys?
Most are breaking up or too fucking skinny
Lil kids walking home mad miles a day cause their mum’s aren’t driving fucking to miss judge judy
(I will stab your ass)
(I’ll swats they ass to Alaska)
Ill think for myself like a samurai has to
Who is who or anybody else too if you with anybody else
And who the fuck is who to tell you
Ask the magic 8-ball
Or the pshycic hotline
I don’t need your opinion or shit cause I got mine
Think for yourself original and authentic
With this fresh life time
We get to ride on this planet
There’s too many followers
Dumbasses by the masses
You better think so hard
You fucken shatter your glasses
Chorus
I make my own rules so I set my own pace
I got my own rules double dares is the name
I do my own thing like the president does
Sometimes im like fuck the world cause I don’t give a fuck
When I do it lets do it every time I get to it
Yeah yeah we get to it
Clowns in the kitchen back at it again
Know we dippin(?) again so go run and tell your friends
Run and tell your friends or better yet alert the public
Cottonmouth kings and icp and people lovin it
Think for yourself cause im thinking about me
Have a fund in my levy making sure my family
Never has to worry bout the bullshit at hand
Taking care of everybody living in my own land
Take a picture cause it lasts longer
Face the fame
Id rather do my own thing than play a stupid little game
Chorus
Well kids there you have it
The cottonmouth kings and the insane clown posse hock damn
Your just a real freak lookin in the big books arent’y?
Some underground lads axe(?)-wettin
Look kids thanks for comin in axe-wettin
And ah well see you next time
And Don’t forget to eat your vegetables
(Lets do it again brother runnin)
We sure are glad yall stopped by to see us.
(Posse)
We got some special surprises for yall red eyeses today.
(Think for yourself)
We got the Insane Clown Posse in the studio with the Kottonmouth Kings
(Posse)
Put your thinking caps on
Don’t do like they do
(Oh)
It’s a sick world
You just gotta stay true
Stay true and everything will be cool
You gotta blaze ya own trails and make ya own rules
(C’mon man)
(Think for yourself)
Its just kinda funny
It seems like everybody’s out for the money
Everybody’s chasing fate, fortune and fame
The world’s gone insane its like we lost our brain
Stack-a-pop culture
We feeding on the gossips like a pack of vultures
I dont give a fuck about Britney or rehab
She can gobble nuts and look like a skin head
Lindsay Lohan can swim in the ocean with
Juice, some man’s shoes and some calamine lotion
Paris Hilton can be worth a billion
I wouldn’t fuck that bitch with Madonna’s dead children
Baby Suri(?) or Angie Gelina can drink pipe cleaner from Mr Dabalena
Mr Dabalena Mr Bob Dabalena I got a big fat spliff, from (unknown location) Kenya
Another millionaire hot hopes gets geeks’ bliss (bills?)
Who gives a fuck who’s drunk and fucking at the grammys?
Most are breaking up or too fucking skinny
Lil kids walking home mad miles a day cause their mum’s aren’t driving fucking to miss judge judy
(I will stab your ass)
(I’ll swats they ass to Alaska)
Who is who or anybody else too if you with anybody else
And who the fuck is who to tell you
Ask the magic 8-ball
Or the pshycic hotline
I don’t need your opinion or shit cause I got mine
With this fresh life time
We get to ride on this planet
There’s too many followers
Dumbasses by the masses
You better think so hard
You fucken shatter your glasses
I got my own rules double dares is the name
I do my own thing like the president does
Sometimes im like fuck the world cause I don’t give a fuck
When I do it lets do it every time I get to it
Yeah yeah we get to it
Clowns in the kitchen back at it again
Know we dippin(?) again so go run and tell your friends
Cottonmouth kings and icp and people lovin it
Think for yourself cause im thinking about me
Have a fund in my levy making sure my family
Never has to worry bout the bullshit at hand
Taking care of everybody living in my own land
Take a picture cause it lasts longer
Face the fame
Id rather do my own thing than play a stupid little game
The cottonmouth kings and the insane clown posse hock damn
Your just a real freak lookin in the big books arent’y?
Some underground lads axe(?)-wettin
Look kids thanks for comin in axe-wettin
And ah well see you next time
And Don’t forget to eat your vegetables
(Lets do it again brother runnin)
