2 - Set It Off

Alright, eh
2 Dope turn up the echo
And I know Im good for one of them , ol ass , funky mojo beats
Alright, so let's set it off
Violent J with the pull to the ghetto set it on a brick suck a dick
Cause your fucking soft
They all say Violent J ain't with it
When you was rolling with your dad, your momma let me suck her titty
Fools always talk shit get beat
And if Im out numbered, theres a 9 in the back seat
Cause when Im feeling like a mack dad
In the trunk of my ride I got weapons Ida never had
And I just start gunning them down
A blast in the car, now everybodys running around
And there's always them bitches that are screaming
Some fool turned his back wishing he were dreaming
If anybodys listening down south
Talk shit about the city with my nuts in your wife's mouth
Keep stringing on your banjo cause we dont like that shit where I come from bro
NWA thought the boy Ice Cube yo, you kinda sound like Barry motherfucking Manalo
Why do you call yourself a nigger, I ask you?
Thats the only type of bullshit that you can lay tracks to
Short nappy haired motherfuckers
Your shit sound like you got your beat from my Nintendo game
Yo, when I posse up in valario, I got bitches on my dick like I'm driving a Fereriae
Well I guess its cause Im sorta famous
Im sending out dope shit, how the fuck can ya blame them?
When the fucking bitches come and drive by
Lifting up their shirts and letting tittys fly
Like I really wanna see the shit, a drunk ass slut and her fucking titty
And when it comes down to the sex part, they say love shit and try to soften my heart
But a bitch will always give more head, with a cold double barrel pressed against their forhead
Thats the way to get it done around here
In my neck of the woods I'd never met fear
Me and the boys the rumbling
We always drop the hoes, even though I might be fumbling
You know Violent J wont slip, yo G, they hate his I Q-tip,
Cause his punk ass went ahead and sold out
Now his familys at the funeral, and hes getting rolled out
And everybodys fake crying
Cause nobody really gives a fuck of him dying
There rolling hps
Itll never end
Cause I saw Johnny butt fucking one of his friends
So there on my case about it
Because I told everyone he likes to suck a good dick
Now were all gripping in a 68 bucket
Seen a fine bitch, but I said fuck it
Cause I know how that story goes
First she buys me dinner, then I fuck that hoe
But I was in a hurry to get down town
A yo Mexican festival, you dont wanna miss the show
With brews and faygo
We was chilling too much never stop and my homie Kid Villin
There's motherfuckers staring at me all night
Given me a look like I was fucking his wife
I didnt know the bitch he was with, so I told him
Keep staring at me and youll catch a bullet in your stroller
But everything went cool
Woulda caught him once more, Ida took his ass to school

 

 

 

 

3 - Lock Down

Spitting and cussing, you know Im pissed
With these iron braclets on my fucking wrists
And Im headed for the county
With all of you motherfuckers all around me
Dressed in my original county blue
From my fresh ass do rag and my rubber shoes
Sixth months in a cement bedroom
Make friends fast, make them fucking soon
Five months left and Im even smoking ciaggarettes like money, so I guess im broke
Drop two months Im down to four
With the homies playing spades on the dirty ass floor
Chilling with my home boy Bruno, hanging out at the rec we was playing UNO
And this crack heads gonna try and take my seat
So I wipped his ass, and I caught another week
Now Im staring at a plastic fork, cause the next five days, Im in the hole
One month left and Im going kinda thin
And there's stubbles on my god damn chin
Three days good time, I guess I lucked out
My time is done, let me the fuck out
No more talk of my cock down
Ima fuck me a bitch, cause Im outta this lock down

(echos off)

 

 

 

 

4 - Bitches

EH, Eh, Shhh, shhh, be quiet, be quiet, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, shut up, eh shut up, eh! eh! Eh shut the fuck up, eh, eh, shut the fuck up! Eh, bitch, come here and take care of this fucking you want me to kickman, shut theShut the fuck UP!

Bitches , hoes , sluts ,and skeezers
Skanky ass whores, I cant forget you neither
You can say Im degrading towards women
But they always seem to let me travel up in them.
Will I hit a woman?
What you think?
Ill hit a fucking bitch like her name was Frank
In the 50s when next ya got lucky
Today ya put a gun to there head and then say fuck me
A motherfucker like J dont need a gun
I just wip out the pipe and I watch em run,.. up to me (to me)
Saying go through me
Now a month shes at my door
And the bitch is trying to sue me
You know I ain't having that bullshit
So I sent the bitch home with a fat lip
V-I-O-L-E-N-T dump dump, you cant even fuck with me
Outta women I respect just a choosen few
And one of them bitches, sure the fuck aint you
Pimping, playing, halling, balling, bitches by the dozens
Like Jeff Allen and his fucking cousin
Stacks and stacks so many to pick from
Calling them up so we can go and dick them
Driving to my house during the talk zone
And then after I hit, Ill make your ass walk home
Your crying but I think its kinda funny
That I wouldnt give your ass no bus money
At night I have dreams that Im waxing
Super star, freaky ass, big butt Janet Jackson
I don't even need to tell ya what Id do to her
Id come at her so fast my dick would go clean through her
Id fuck her sister, her aunt, and her mother
The only Jackson that I wouldn't fuck is her brother.
But I cant have Janet so Ill take what I can get
A strung out, ragged on crack head bitch
And they bodies so shitty
Skinny as fuck, and she only goy one titty
Im headed to the suburbs to find some
So I brung along my boys to help me grind them
Bitches, bitches, bitches, and more
Rapping with a bitch at the grocery store
The way she talked gave me an erection
So you know I had to fuck her in the meat section
I gave that bitch all that I got
She had her eyes closed so I fucked her with a lamb chop
Nobody can mack like J does
Id fuck a gril thats sober, leave her with a buzz
Im gonna get me a bitch from Thailand
Cause bitches down there dude is straight as a man
You, there's bitches here are to fucking said
Come home and find your freak in the sack with your dad
Saying they were lonely and needed to be held
Fuck off bitch thats why your eye got swelled
Yeah you beat her ass something crazy
You woulda killed her ass, but you was kinda lazy
Every time I see a bitch shes always crying
Thats why the main fucking reason that the fists are always flying
Cause you aint a god damn baby no more
So why dont you grow the fuck up, you sorry ass fucking whore
If you drive a piece of shit and your not rich
Than you gots no women, explain that bitch
Thats why I always dig the crack heads
Cause them bitches think your rich as long as you aint dead
Yo, Is got no problem anyway
I can have any bitch cause Im Violent J
So before you make that hitch
Be sure it ain't with that average bitch

(echo)

Man look at that skank over there, have you ever seen an uglier bitch in your life man ? It looks like somebody socked her in her fucking face with a bag of fucking rocks, man look at that.Eh, bitch you look like you got hit by a train hoeEh, fuck you, come here and suck my nuts bitchThat bitchs crawling off the streets man ,hoe, Eh..eh bitch get the fuck off my car..fucking skank, look at that..Eh bitch you ever been smacked before hoe?.. Let me..you hoe fucking ass.

 

 

 

 

5 - Insian Like

(tapping, snoring, noises)

Whos that tapping at my window?!!.Ahhhh! Ughh.
(listen to the bass) Get the beat to the nation, yeah
I go blank
September I grip my shank
Im spending so sweet, to take death to the bank
The guardian angel must have fell from my sholder
Cause day by day night by night, Im getting colder
Demented psychopath, cause Im a mental case
Smile when the blood squirt on my face
When Im stabbing some fool and his gun
To me its good as sex, so I nut
Amnesia, its always the same
I can slide a family then forget my name
It dont matter, it comes back to me
As soon as I waste another family
Homocide victim family members cry
Those motherfuckers always catch my eye
Look them up, you know what Im thinking about
Violent Js gonna start head shrinking
Yea, go to the house and knock on the door
Clench my fist and cold glocked the whore
Rape the bitch , and tell a nasty lie
Whip out my shank and cut her eye
Im down about liking to use handcuffs
Cut off her titties and use them for earmuffs
Split personalities and ny head keeps dancing
One like Hitler, the other Charles Manson
Homocide , Sucide, Ima fucking wreck
Pull your spine out your back, wrap it around your fucking neck
Butcher, Im slicing and dicing
Cut off your head and serve it with rice and side dishes
Im a god damn lunatic ounce and even cant handle me cause Im sick boy
Fridays nights, I get a different kinda throw
Fuck women I fucking kill
Im a racist, I like an innocent victim
If shes old and weak, then Ill stick them
Slither scope and dope when I reach my hand in her
I like to find out what the bitch had for dinner
It became my meal because my head is twiztid
Cuts to and ass because Im a fucking psychopath, psychodellic
My head feels as the boss, just my thoughts will make you want to fall
The last I take I feel good on my brain
Cause Im motherfucking ass bitch god damn insane
When I was in school, I knew I was sick
When I pissed on the floor and watched the teacher slip
Now the mind of Joe Bruce has went out
I missed a robin toot and my mind is bent outta proportion
My blood is scorching, throw me a flame thrower, and Ima start torching
Innocent people , whoevers deranged hat full of suckers and Im drawing names
Kids used to laugh, theyd call me names
Now Im ringin the blood out their mother fuckin brains, spear
Bruce Lee, Rudy, Nate, and Lacy
Rip you in half cause Im a god damn crazy
(kill.kill. kill) Voices tell me to kill, kill, kill accused Im safe cause the voices are real
Living on the shit in Zug Island, come across to Delray, ol burn like clay
Dragged them back to my underground crawlspace cut off the head
But I save the face and staple guts to the wall
And thats all we know when ICP is on call

 

 

 

 

5 - Insian Like

(tapping, snoring, noises)

Whos that tapping at my window?!!.Ahhhh! Ughh.
(listen to the bass) Get the beat to the nation, yeah
I go blank
September I grip my shank
Im spending so sweet, to take death to the bank
The guardian angel must have fell from my sholder
Cause day by day night by night, Im getting colder
Demented psychopath, cause Im a mental case
Smile when the blood squirt on my face
When Im stabbing some fool and his gun
To me its good as sex, so I nut
Amnesia, its always the same
I can slide a family then forget my name
It dont matter, it comes back to me
As soon as I waste another family
Homocide victim family members cry
Those motherfuckers always catch my eye
Look them up, you know what Im thinking about
Violent Js gonna start head shrinking
Yea, go to the house and knock on the door
Clench my fist and cold glocked the whore
Rape the bitch , and tell a nasty lie
Whip out my shank and cut her eye
Im down about liking to use handcuffs
Cut off her titties and use them for earmuffs
Split personalities and ny head keeps dancing
One like Hitler, the other Charles Manson
Homocide , Sucide, Ima fucking wreck
Pull your spine out your back, wrap it around your fucking neck
Butcher, Im slicing and dicing
Cut off your head and serve it with rice and side dishes
Im a god damn lunatic ounce and even cant handle me cause Im sick boy
Fridays nights, I get a different kinda throw
Fuck women I fucking kill
Im a racist, I like an innocent victim
If shes old and weak, then Ill stick them
Slither scope and dope when I reach my hand in her
I like to find out what the bitch had for dinner
It became my meal because my head is twiztid
Cuts to and ass because Im a fucking psychopath, psychodellic
My head feels as the boss, just my thoughts will make you want to fall
The last I take I feel good on my brain
Cause Im motherfucking ass bitch god damn insane
When I was in school, I knew I was sick
When I pissed on the floor and watched the teacher slip
Now the mind of Joe Bruce has went out
I missed a robin toot and my mind is bent outta proportion
My blood is scorching, throw me a flame thrower, and Ima start torching
Innocent people , whoevers deranged hat full of suckers and Im drawing names
Kids used to laugh, theyd call me names
Now Im ringin the blood out their mother fuckin brains, spear
Bruce Lee, Rudy, Nate, and Lacy
Rip you in half cause Im a god damn crazy
(kill.kill. kill) Voices tell me to kill, kill, kill accused Im safe cause the voices are real
Living on the shit in Zug Island, come across to Delray, ol burn like clay
Dragged them back to my underground crawlspace cut off the head
But I save the face and staple guts to the wall
And thats all we know when ICP is on call

 

 

 

 

7 - Ghetto Style

Inner City Posse holding it down
Playing that day ol by the pound
Catch ya in the south side running things
Fools are straight up living like kings
In the alley roads in the dark of the night
Hood rolls through trying to make things right
Cant see the ghetto last more than a while
Laying clean of losers serving ghetto style
Creaking on a 40 and its making me brave
If a punk jumps up, then Ill put him in his grave
Chilling ICP on a full time basis
Your crews getting worried I can see it on their faces
Scared cause my boys just macked on your freak
Drop kicked your dad and called your sister a geek
Shoulda kept your mouth shut, Ida let it pass
Keep talking shit, Ima whip ya ass
Drop the pieces
Quit running your lip
And well go head up and Im gonna whip
Your Kentucky ass straight back to the hills
I be driving the car with kid Vil and Phil
Your ass is lead then he laughs about it
Cause in Delray a drive by ain't shit
We stay to the slums
Steal wine from a bum
Sell dope to a bass head
His money comes from an armed robbery or a BNE
But how he gets his money ain't shit to me
Getting laid
Getting paid
And my style is cold
Pulling hoes in a court follow gangsta code
Ghetto style the boy dont play
Killing military
Southwest Delray
Inner City Posse fucking shit up
I drink eightball from a 40
You drink Kool-Aid from a cup
Down with to much each and every other day
Not the ugly girls with the saggy butts
Those skanky ass hoes dont even make me nut
ICP pulling nothing but babes
If the bitch ain't fucking, get the hell away
Cause we ain't got time for a stingy ass bitch
Only wants the money
Never wants to hitch
Up to one girl or 5 at that
Inner City Posse on the end till the cap

 

 

 

 

8 - The I.C.P.

Ghetto style
Style of the ghetto
Mean one, scar faced , barbed wire, metal
Going crazy
Sluts are trying to fade me
Yo eh, T man your girl just laid me
Eh, yo the J stands for Joey
Violent sorta means that Im a motherfuckin psycho
Reputation like this and on the south west side
Shot 47 times and still ain't died...
Pig(echoes)
Inner City Posse
Hitting in the Ghetto Zone
Yo with Rude Boy, and Nate the motherfucking Mack, 2 Dope, 7 up, Kid Villin (always killin)
J tall, and double back round kicking shay ha, ha
Lay lo, Punkin, Re-run, Mike McQuary
And that noodle and neden sandwich eating motherfucker M-C-J-B-O
Jason Mills the crazy ass Ireland motherfucker
Fat motherfucking Ryan
Big fucking rich Nate
And neden colors
Jumpsteady red and have year (yo)
Shuferd, Valistic, greezy and Will ad, Fourth brag, my homeboys Lawernce and Shane (the undergrounds in the back G)
Yo, and shouts go out to D lyrical
(breaking it down till dawn)
Mike D, and Chris B stole the producer off some alley
(Eh now for the punk list)
You punk motherfucker
Q-tip, ya had to slip
Oreo, we gotta twist ya in half and eat your insides out, motherfucker
Swade Rap, selling out ass bitch
Joe Down, Ima pop you like the zit you are
All you punk motherfuckers, fuck off
Yo this is the first of the ICP Bass-ment tapes
No bodys around to answer your call, but this rapping machine is gonna help ya out
so dont say goodbye, dont hang up the phone. Just leave your bad rap a the sound of the tone.
wait for the beep HUHHH!
wait for the beep HUHHH!
wait for the beep HUHHH!
Check at the beep