"Lock Down" lyrics - INSANE CLOWN POSSE

Spittin' and cussin you know I'm pissed, with these iron braclets on my fuckin' wrists,
And I'm headed for the county, withal of you mother fuckers 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 'em fuckin' soon.
Five months left and I'm even smoking ciaggarettes like money, so I guess I'm broke.
Drop two months I'm down to four, with the homies playin' spades on the dirty ass floor,
Chillin' with my home boy Bruno, hangin' out at the rec we was playin' uno,
And this crack head's gonna try and take my seat, so I wipped his ass and I caught another week.
Now I'm starin' at a plastic fork, 'cause the next five days I'm in the hole.
One month left and I'm goin' 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,
I'ma fuck me a bitch, 'cause I'm outta this lock down (echos off)