Confessions (Alternate Mix)

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Confessions (Alternate Mix)

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[Intro] Yes, I confess, but I really could care less Father, I tried, but they wasn't on my side [Verse 1: Violent J] Father (hey), I confess for doing it I had a brain (yes), but life had to ruin it (gone) Screw in it (thoughts), twist it, infect it (kill) Dissect it (spit), don't respect it (blood) When you put me in a cage full of animals (creepy) Savages (killers), and cold-blooded cannibals (monsters) I can't help but become what's around me ([?]) Tried to run, but they found me, surround me (shit) Then they choke ya (squeeze), and provoke ya (tease) Try to smoke ya, turn you into a joker (ease) I tried to rip it off (wait), but its all I know (it's) The only thing I ever knew (me), so what to do? Look at you (never), a bigot 'til your growin' old (evil) Your growin' mold, with a soul that's freezin' cold (so?) So I confess (yes), but even if I'm all wrong I'll be down with the clown till I'm dead and gone [Chorus] Yes, I confess, but I really could care less Father, I tried, but they wasn't on my side Yes, I confess, but I really could care less Father, I tried, but they wasn't on my side [Verse 2: Violent J] I confess, this lady had a purse (old), so I took it (snatch) I took it home, opened it up, and shook it (look) She had papers (comb), lipstick and nail polish (shit) Credit cards and about twenty-seven dollars (change) I bought a fifth (liquor), drank it and laid there (stoned) It seemed like I could see the purse everywhere (bone) On the light post (look), by this mail box (look) I tried to run from it (where?), I ran a couple blocks (look!) But there it was, on the side walk, waitin' for me (shit!) It tried to lure me to it (stop!), I had to fuckin' do it (no!) I picked it up (And?), and stuck my fuckin' hand in it (Agh) It was full of rats (Ah!), and they fuckin' bit it off (Why?) Father I confess, I'm a criminal (a thief!) But my worlds too subliminal, around me (everywhere!) Look at them (Look!), all the wicked masses (everybody!) That's why I'm down with the clown till I'm ashes [Chorus] Yes, I confess, but I really could care less Father, I tried, but they wasn't on my side Yes, I confess, but I really could care less Father, I tried, but they wasn't on my side [Bridge] It's like a circus, a wicked carnival Everybody's got a ticket, they're lookin' For the freaks, to point and gawk at Look at yourself, the joke's on you, Jack [Verse 3: Shaggy 2 Dope & Violent J] Southwest down, clown love with a street gang (Whoop whoop!) And I'ma represent this 'til my brains hang Father, I confess; I'm the first to admit it But if you burn my city down, I'm goin' out with it My mother is a park ([?]). My father's a street sign (ghetto) And they brought me up fine. I respect mine (I love them) I've become what's all around me I confess, I'm down with the clown for life [Outro] Yes, I confess, but I really could care less (Down with the clown for life!) Father, I tried, but they wasn't on my side (I confess to ya!) Yes, I confess, but I really could care less (Down with the clown for life!) Father, I tried, but they wasn't on my side (Accept my confession!) Yes, I confess, but I really could care less (I'm down with the clown for life! A life!) Father, I tried, but they wasn't on my side (I confess to ya!) Yes, I confess, but I really could care less (I'll be down! Down with the clown for life!) Father, I tried, but they wasn't on my side (I confess to ya! For life!)

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