Never Had It Made
Insane Clown Posse Lyrics

First I was born young and healthy
I entered this world full of promise and vitality.

I told my mother one day I'd be wealthy
I shared my dreams of achieving financial success with my mother.

Can't forget my first day at school
The memory of my initial day of education remains vivid in my mind.

Got stabbed in the head with a pencil, but it's cool
Despite the unfortunate incident of being stabbed in the head with a pencil, I remained calm and collected.

Get my education
I actively pursued knowledge and learning.

A job and a family, a good reputation
My aspirations included obtaining employment, starting a family, and cultivating a respectable image.

And what about grade two?
Reflecting upon my experiences in the second grade.

Got shot in the neck and the bullet went straight through
I was unfortunate enough to be shot in the neck, but the bullet passed through without causing significant harm.

But I'm packing a textbook
Despite my trials and tribulations, I always carry a textbook as a symbol of knowledge and determination.

Don't fuck with me 'cause I'm going to grade three
Do not underestimate me because I am persevering and advancing to the next grade level.

Thank god it's lunch in a minute
Expressing gratitude for the upcoming lunch break, a moment of respite.

Bit into my hot dog with a razor blade in it
To my astonishment, I discovered a razor blade concealed within my hot dog when I took a bite.

And it cut my tongue off
As a result, my tongue was severed due to the sharpness of the hidden razor blade.

But I know how to multiply so what's up, boss
Despite this physical injury, I possess mathematical skills and intellectual capabilities that empower me.

Finally had to step out
Eventually, I made the decision to leave the educational system.

I dropped out of school when they ripped my neck out
The final straw that led to my departure was when someone violently tore my neck.

Who knows where the road led?
Uncertainty surrounds the path I ventured upon after leaving school.

Seen a man with a briefcase and no head
During my journey, I encountered a peculiar sight—an individual carrying a briefcase but lacking a head.

So I'm like fuck that
Unimpressed and disinterested, I disregarded the strange occurrence.

Show me a quarter and an ounce of crack
Instead, I sought out immediate gratification, demanding both money and drugs.

And I'm straighter than a fucking lightpost
Asserting that I am sober and not under the influence of any substances.

I sold a lot of crack but I bought the most
Although I engaged in the sale of drugs, I ended up spending the majority of my earnings on personal consumption.

Now I'm a basehead down on my luck
Presently, I find myself heavily dependent on crack cocaine and facing unfortunate circumstances.

Roaming the streets and got hit by a Mack Truck
While wandering aimlessly, I was struck by a large Mack Truck, causing severe physical harm.

And thrown about a block
The impact from the collision sent me flying a significant distance.

But I'm thinking nothing but gimme a rock
Despite the physical trauma, my focus remains fixated on acquiring another dose of crack cocaine.

Holding my sign I'll work for crack
Desperate and consumed by addiction, I resort to begging with a sign expressing willingness to work for crack cocaine.

With my old-ass E.T. shirt on my back
My only possession of value is an outdated E.T. shirt adorning my back.

And I'm sleeping in the gutter
I am destitute and forced to reside in the streets, finding shelter in the gutters.

Right next to Jam Town's mother
Coincidentally, I find myself in close proximity to the mother of an acquaintance referred to as Jam Town.

I'm eating dead rats in the street
Driven to extreme measures, I resort to consuming deceased rats found on the streets.

I keep on checking for my own heart beat
To ensure my survival, I regularly monitor my own pulse, fearful of my imminent demise.

Now I'm weighing at a buck-o-five
Having succumbed to my drug addiction and deteriorating health, I now weigh a mere 105 pounds.

Twitchy little neck and I'm barely alive
My neck exhibits uncontrollable spasms, and I exist on the brink of death.

Got my first taste of life in hell
I experienced the harsh realities and torment akin to hell from an early age.

I ate a dead, shh, but don't tell
In a macabre act, I resorted to consuming the corpse of the deceased, remaining secretive about this unsettling behavior.

Excuse me, sir, can you spare some change?
In a humble plea, I approach individuals, requesting their generosity and spare change.

I'll cut your face off and eat your brains
However, if met with resistance or denial, I threaten to enact violence, forcibly removing faces and consuming brains.

You know all about me
You possess knowledge and awareness of my existence and background.

You act like you ain't seen penatentiary
Despite my criminal history and experiences within the penitentiary, you feign ignorance and disregard my past.

Spitting and cussing and you know I'll piss
I engage in offensive behavior, spitting, cursing, and demonstrating a disregard for societal norms, including urinating indiscriminately.

With these iron braces on my fucking wrists
My wrists are confined and restricted by heavy iron braces, symbolic of the restraints imposed upon me.

And I'm heading for the slammer
My actions and lifestyle choices inevitably lead me towards imprisonment.

Serial killer, all on the camera
In my criminal pursuits, I garner attention and fascination as a serial killer, captured on various cameras.

First day, they broke my back
Upon my initial arrival in prison, I endured physical assault resulting in a broken back.

Next day, they broke my neck
The following day, I suffered another brutal attack, resulting in a broken neck.

Third day, they broke my leg
Continuing the pattern of violence, my leg was deliberately broken on the third day of my imprisonment.

Fourth day, they broke my head
My head endured merciless blows, leading to its fracturing on the fourth day within the prison environment.

Swallowing kept on trucking
Despite the physical agony and trauma, I persisted in remaining resilient and enduring the hardships.

But there'll be no fucking
However, the sexual aspect of my life is nonexistent, devoid of any intimate encounters.

That's strictly for the soft
Intimate relationships and sexual activity are reserved for individuals viewed as weak or lacking resilience.

Seen a freak in a week and my nuts fell off
The rare occurrence of encountering a peculiar individual caused such distress that my testicles metaphorically detached themselves.

So I'm finna escape
Determined to break free from my confinement and escape the prison environment.

How much shit can one clubno take?
Reflecting on the immense amount of adversity and suffering I have endured throughout my life.

"Stop, fool. Stop or I'll fire"
Commands from authority figures demanding me to halt my escape attempt, threatening the use of lethal force.

Shot me off and I fell in the razor wire
In an attempt to prevent my escape, I was shot and subsequently fell into a treacherous razor wire entanglement.

I'm all tangled up, cut cut cut slit slit cut cut
My body becomes ensnared and entangled within the razor wire, resulting in multiple cuts and lacerations.

You don't love me, I really don't care
Lacking affection and caring from others, I adopt a nonchalant attitude towards their indifference.

Tie my ass up in the electric chair
Expressing a desire to be subjected to the electric chair, an instrument of execution.

I got no family, I got no friends
Feeling devoid of familial connections and friendships, experiencing a profound sense of loneliness.

I pray to God that my life ends
Longing for an end to my life's suffering, I beseech a higher power for deliverance.

They thought that they had killed me
Others believed they successfully ended my life, underestimating my resilience.

They took me to the morgue
My seemingly lifeless body was transported to the morgue by those who presumed me deceased.

I'm just a little stiff that's all, like a board
Contrary to expectations, I exhibited minimal signs of life, resembling little more than a rigid board-like figure.

I lay there in my coffin, just chill and wait and chill
While confined within my coffin, I adopted a calm and patient demeanor, awaiting the right moment.

But then I jump out knife swinging all about
Suddenly, I burst forth from the coffin, wielding a knife and exhibiting a frenzied and aggressive demeanor.

And motherfucking-mother-mother-mother-motherfucking kill
In a state of violent rage, I unleash a chaotic onslaught of murderous actions and intent.

I used to wonder what life's about
Previously, I pondered the true purpose and meaning of existence.

Until it chewed me up and spit me out
However, life proved to be merciless, subjecting me to immense hardships and ultimately discarding me.

Your ghetto created a psycho nut
The oppressive and challenging environment of the ghetto contributed to the formation of my deranged mentality.

Not just psycho psycho nut
Reiterating that my mental instability surpasses mere madness, emphasizing the severity of my condition.

Now I'm living in the walls of your house
I have taken up residence within the hidden recesses of your dwelling, lurking in the walls unbeknownst to you.

And I'll die there and lay and rot like a dead mouse
Inevitably, I will meet my demise within the confines of your home, decaying and decomposing like a lifeless mouse.

I'm packing a sickle I'm on your roof and I'm playing the fiddle
Armed with a sickle, I position myself on your roof, engaging in eerie activities such as playing the fiddle.

You want me in a straight jacket
Recognizing society's desire to confine and restrain me using a straight jacket, a symbol of mental institutionalization.

'cause when I see a throat, I'm a hack it
My deranged mindset compels me to attack and mutilate throats upon sight.

Where I'm at? What's my name?
Expressing confusion and disorientation about my current location and personal identity.

Somehow, somewhere, I got hit by a train
In an inexplicable manner, I found myself struck by a train, causing significant physical harm.

And it ripped my legs off
Due to the immense force of the collision, my legs were forcibly severed from my body.

Huh, nothing but a minor coft
Despite such a horrific ordeal, I downplay the severity, referring to it as a minor inconvenience.

You can't get me I swing from a tree
Asserting my elusiveness and ability to evade capture by comparing myself to a swinging entity suspended from a tree.

Shouting and cussing and shooting at me
Provoking a reaction from those pursuing me by deliberately shouting, cursing, and even firing projectiles in my direction.

Everybody's end make two cents
The opinions and perspectives of others hold little value or significance to me.

A branch broke and I fell on a picket fence
During my escape, a branch snapped, causing me to fall upon a picket fence, resulting in additional injury.

I'm stuck and they're coming to get me
I find myself trapped and surrounded by those intent on apprehending me.

Rip myself off and I took my lungs with me
Desperate to escape, I resort to extreme measures, tearing my own body apart and inadvertently taking my lungs along with me.

I'm stuffing them back in
In an attempt to rectify the situation, I feverishly attempt to shove my lungs back into their proper place.

Fuck! They won't go back in
Despite my efforts, my lungs refuse to reenter my body, adding to my frustration and hopelessness.

Now my life's gettin' dense
My existence, already filled with turmoil and complexity, now grows even more convoluted and suffocating.

'cause my heart's still beating on a wooden fence
Remarkably, my heart continues to pulse and beat, suspended on a wooden fence, defying the odds and clinging to life.

They shoot me up and down
Those pursuing me relentlessly fire upon me from all directions.

Thinking thinking thinking clown
I ponder, contemplate, and strategize relentlessly in my clown-like manner.

Wicked wicked wicked clown
I am an inherently malevolent and twisted clown figure, embodying wickedness and malicious intent.

You want to know all about a wicked clown I never had it made...
Addressing the listener's curiosity regarding the complexities of my wicked clown persona, acknowledging that my life has never reached a state of fulfillment or success.