is that you lyrics – icp

violent j, violent j, is that you?
i’m on the microphone, so what’cha wanna do?
violent j, violent j, is that you?
a wicked, wicked clown painted just for you
i drink faygo it’s only a buck-ten
i’m a pour it on your t*ts when we f*cking
cause i’m with that kinky sh*t, hoe
i can see you b*tt-naked in your window
shimmy up the house side dash
now i’m gonna press my nuts on the gl*ss
let me in, hoe, don’t ya know
i’m violent j of the icp, yo i got me a check let’s cash it
if i could spend it with the hoes i’m crashing
but don’t get all geek sl*t
cause i’m a buy ya some lava to wash your b*tt
what’s this clown sh*t about?
a knife to your neck and your throats hanging out
with a do-me-ray
now it’s about time i say

kid rock, kid rock, is that you?
yeah, let me tell ya what i wanna do
kid rock, kid rock, is that you? [yodeling]
frontin’, they frontin’, everybody’s frontin’
violent violent j is gonna tell ya something

if ya know a b*tch who got grits
kid rock, kid rock will probably eat that sh*t
boohoo motherf*cker what’cha cry for
i’m that n*gg* that your b*tch would die for
the wh*r* showed up at my front door
so i f*cked her in the *ss and i threw her out the back door
the b*tch thought it was a cake drive
she said drive me to the city, so i dropped her off at lakeside
you driving me home, well i meant ta
but plans have changed so get your *ss on a semta, hoe
hoe, this ain’t no taxi i be mackin’ hoes, they don’t mack me
never slacking, hoes i be macking
kid rock, kid rock never slacking, hoes i be macking

violent j serving ghetto hard street sh*t
the funk, the funk from the old days
violent j serving ghetto hard street sh*t
the funk from the old days

well, i’m up for the shot in a minute
show me a valley, i might yodel in it
like somebody else i know i been to mount plen
as i’ve been to romeomeomeo
wicked clowns gonna flow for ya son
three for the treble, eight for the drum
five for the homies that i run with
b*tch call your mother cause you’re done with
toe tip-toe, i snuck in your house
and fell asleep b*tt-naked on the front couch
so, excuse me, pops, i’m napping
so could ya shut the f*ck up with that yapping
and your wife’s all worked up for nothing
she act like she ain’t never seen a w*ng or something
cause it really don’t matter i’m a show my nuts to innocent bystander
every f*cking day
cause it’s about time i say

kid rock, kid rock, is that you?
yeah, let me tell you what i wanna do
kid rock, kid rock, is that you?
i just said it was motherf*cker

skinny dipping in the pool, you know i drown hoes
f*ck them doggie style and play that *ss like a bongo
hit it, hit hi-hit it
hitting homerums and never wimp, ho
smoke my d*ck like it’s a big spliff
this ain’t a blooper and i’m no joker
but i can shoot a nut 50 foot like a super soaker
but i won’t pull it out for a cheap joke
instead i play john holmes in a sequel to deep throat
taste the nut in your mouth, just to school ya
but ho, don’t let the smooth taste fool ya
don’t let the smooth taste fool ya…

/ icp lyrics