Lyrics Bye bye Insane Clown Posse

Bye bye

Jumpsteady

Tom Dub

Patrick

Jason

Av Curt

Billy

Jeremy

Pickles

Steve

Barry

Mike E

Jesse

Mike C

Nathan

Stephen (Hooha hooha)

Eric

J Dirty

Nathan

Don Corleone

I blow ya throat piece off (hey)

And you gone spray blood everytime you cough

Cuz I'ma murderer (Like That)

And it's time your learned

If you dance with tha devil

Then yo ass get burned

Affiliation

Gang bang professional

Me and yo murda was intentional

Your momma gonna need theropy when you die

Cuz I'ma sever your head

And send yo momma yo eyiieaa

Who wanna test a mutha fucka

Bitch I'm the hardest

Nigga in the hood

Your rap part is my targets

I'm scopin' ya out

Red beam on yo forehead

Bodies don't play

I'm quick to leave ya dead

Bitch we ain't broke

We all about our cash

And that's an ole mutha fucka

Still talkin' trash

I pull tha gat out

And stick it in yo mouth

And why you niggas cryin'

The Rydas goin' all out

Chorus:

Bye Bye

These Rydas don't die

Bye Byie

C'mon killa come try

Bye Bye

Buckshot go boom

Bye Byie

Rydas in the room

Betta watch yo back

I got my gat cocked

Right between yo ass and let it fly

And watch your whole program drop

I give a fuck I'm like a hit man

Rydin' in trucks

And I be bustin' mutha fuckas

With these hot ass slugs

I sold drugs fo to long

Now I'm inta killin' shit

Into bustin' hollow into bitches

Who pop the helly lip

Ryda Clique

Fo Fo murdered the whole block

Burn that bitch down

Bitch ass niggas can eat a glock

I spark one to yo chest

Launch on the floor

Forty poured out in your memory

Whud you die for?

Tryin' ta score

Outta Full Clip's pocket

That's why your heart is pullin'

From the place of riot

Any side-runner tryin' to undercut a Ryda

Get blasted up and wild

Than Tracy Lorde's vagina

Cuz we wiser

Than yo average gang bang hustla

Kickin' up dust

When I bust

Ryde sumthin' ya

Chorus

Pucker up and kiss your ass goodbye

All you none Rydin' mutha fuckas

You can eat a dick and die

What you know about a thug?

What you know about a G?

You ain't a Ryda mutha fucka

You ain't shit to me

No matter what those otha niggas try to tell ya tho

Fuck you and yo skills

And yo jaw gettin' broke

If you ain't Fo Fo

Bullet or Cell Block

Full Clip or L'il Shank

You can eat a cock

Look at me

Gangsta, Khakis and last

Shotgun barrel to your mouth hole

Blast

Blow yo Adam's apple

Into apple sauce

Call yo momma

And tell her bout her horrible loss

But I guess...no...fuck

Fuck yo lud

Cuz I ran out

And I bail out in a black truck

I don't even wanna see yo face no more

I'ma rip it off and then punch your skull

Dumb mutha fucka

Bring an eight ball for Sherm

When you gonna learn

That a Ryda let his pistol burn

Contact a lawyer firm

And get your wig broke

Straps are flying

To yo head, legs, chest, and throat

Let it be known

To the rest of your bitch crew

Ain't no limitations

Shit...who we run through

You mutha fucka you

Kiss yo momma with two from my ride (BUCK BUCK BUCK)

Boom baby bye bye

Chorus

I see you bitches still don't know

I let the gat do that talkin'

When I'm balkin' at these punk ass hos

Catch ya slippin' in my gunzone (Yayeaa)

All alone

Wit my beam on the tip of yo nose

And there it goes blaugh

Shootin' bitches

For some back in the day

Try ta rat a nigga out

Now they buried away

Niggas gettin' carried away (bye bye)

On the strips

With the white sheet

Bitch ass nigga

Now ya bug me

797 797

We are high in the sky

We've located 5 suspects

They are heading east bound on 7 mile

They just crossed woodward

Please respond

797, this is coral police responding

We have units in pursuit at this time

Once the suspects are apprehended

We are going to suck their units

Over

Coral, this is 797

Be advised

If the suspects ejactulate

Save some for me

Over