Insane Clown Posse – Manic Depressive Lyrics  Share

From Insane Clown Posse's album: Hell's Pit

In my mind^,s eye, you throw wickedness at me.
I^,m just a toy to you,
I bring no real joy to you. (Oh!)
The way I see it, you don^,t want me here no more,
You want a hole in my forehead and blood pouring on the floor.
‘Cause I^,m so dirty,
Fuckin^, dirty and shoddy.
I want up out of this body,
That^,s hated by everybody.
Sometimes I don^,t know why,
I continue to try.
It^,s so much easier to die,
Than to get by...
And to get by...
And to get by...
And to get by...

(Crow squawking)
If I^,m gonna die, I^,m taking you with me,
Get you and get me, we can be bloody.
If I^,m gonna fly,(if I^,m gonna fly) I^,m gonna succeed, (succeed)
Take you and get me, we can be bloody.
Sometimes I don^,t know why,
I continue to try.
It^,s so much easier to die,
Than to get by...
and to get by...
and to get by...

(Than to get by...Than to get by...Than to get by...Than to get by...)
I-I-I-I-I-I don^,t wanna leave my house,
Don^,t wanna open my mouth.
Don^,t wanna read my mail,
Don^,t wanna meet with pals.
I don^,t wanna fuck shit up,
Don^,t wanna fuckin^, get up.
Don^,t wanna take up space,
Don^,t want your time to waste.
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I-I-I-I don^,t wanna fight this back,
Just wanna fade to black.
Don^,t wanna turn to faith,
Or wanna burn at stakes.
I don^,t wanna build my life,
I wanna bloody my knife.
Don^,t wanna grab the phone,
Don^,t wanna leave this room.
I-I-I-I don^,t wanna talk with you,
I^,m fuckin^, stalkin^, you.
Don^,t wanna fix myself,
I wanna nix myself.
I-I-I-I don^,t wanna try to change,
Just wanna fry my brains.
Don^,t wanna slow shit down,
I wanna throw shit around.
I-I-I-I don^,t wanna run nowhere,
Don^,t want no one to care.
Don^,t want another crack at it,
I^,d rather be a crack addict.
I don^,t wanna look for help,
Don^,t wanna help myself.
I-I-I-I don^,t wanna even try,
To get by...
To get by...

And to get by...and to get by...and to get by...and to get by...

Such a good boy

When the birds are singing,
The sun shines that much more.
My tears..(Chopping sound)
Shaggy: WOOO HOOO! Did see that shit J, one swing and it came right the fuck off.
Violent J: She didn^,t even see you comin^, dog.
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