• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Wickit Klowns - I.C.P.
• What Is A Juggalo? - I.C.P.
• Wax Museum - I.C.P.
• Southwest Song - I.C.P.
• Ray Of Sunshine - I.C.P.
• The Amazing Maze W Twiztid - I.C.P.
• Still Stabbin - I.C.P.
• Prom Queen - I.C.P.
• The Staleness - I.C.P.
• Spin The Bottle - I.C.P.
• Simple and Blunt - I.C.P.
• Please Hate Me - I.C.P.
• Please Don't Hate Me - I.C.P.
• Pass Me By - I.C.P.
• My Axe - I.C.P.
• Mr. Happy - I.C.P.
• Meat Cleaver - I.C.P.
• Let's Go All The Way - I.C.P.
• Just Like That - I.C.P.
• Jake Jeckel - I.C.P.
• I Didn't Mean To Kill Him - I.C.P.
• How Many Times - I.C.P.
• Homies - I.C.P.
• House Of Horrors - I.C.P.
• Fuck The World - I.C.P.
• Every Halloween - I.C.P.
• Crossing Thy Bridge - I.C.P.
• Cotton Candy And Popsicles - I.C.P.
• Cherri Pie - I.C.P.
• Blaaam!!! - I.C.P.
• Weed War (With Twiztid & Kottonmouth Kings) - I.C.P.
• Dead Body Man - I.C.P.
• Dating Game - I.C.P.
• Hokus Pokus - I.C.P.
• Intro - I.C.P.
• Crystal Ball - I.C.P.
• Just Another Crazy Clique - I.C.P.
• Hellalujah - I.C.P.
• The Tower - I.C.P.
• Great Milenko - I.C.P.
• Graveyard - I.C.P.
• Yours Begins Tonight - I.C.P.
• Yellow Bus - I.C.P.
• Wizard Of The Hood - I.C.P.
• Willy Bubba - I.C.P.
• Wicked Rappers Delight - I.C.P.
• Wicked Halloween - I.C.P.
• Whut - I.C.P.
• Who Wanna Flex? - I.C.P.
• Who Asked You - I.C.P.
• When Vampiro Gets High - I.C.P.
• When I Get Out - I.C.P.
• What About Now - I.C.P.
• Welcome To The Show - I.C.P.
• We'll Be Alright - I.C.P.
• We Gives No Fucks - I.C.P.
• We Belong - I.C.P.
• Watch My Ride - I.C.P.
• Walk Into The Light - I.C.P.
• Walk into the Darkness - I.C.P.
• Wagon Wagon - I.C.P.
• Under The Moon - I.C.P.
• Truth Dare - I.C.P.
• Truly Alone - I.C.P.
• Toy Box - I.C.P.
• Toxic Love - I.C.P.
• Tilt-A-Whirl - I.C.P.
• Thy Unveiling - I.C.P.
• Thug Pit - I.C.P.
• The Wraith - I.C.P.
• The Witch - I.C.P.
• The Sky Is Falling - I.C.P.
• The Show Must Go On - I.C.P.
• The Shaggy Show - I.C.P.
• The Raven's Mirror - I.C.P.
• The People - I.C.P.
• The Pendulum's Promise - I.C.P.
• The Party - I.C.P.
• The Night of the 44 - I.C.P.
• The Neden Game - I.C.P.
• The Loons - I.C.P.
• The Killing Fields - I.C.P.
• The Juggla - I.C.P.
• The Jokers Wild - I.C.P.
• The Dead One - I.C.P.
• The Amazing Maze - I.C.P.
• Terrible - I.C.P.
• Taste - I.C.P.
• Take Me Home - I.C.P.
• Staaaaaaaaale!!! - I.C.P.
• Take Me Away - I.C.P.
• Take It - I.C.P.
• Swallow This Nut - I.C.P.
• Super Star - I.C.P.
• Super Balls - I.C.P.
• Suicide Hotline - I.C.P.
• Stomp - I.C.P.
• Stalker - I.C.P.
• Piggy Pie (Old School) - I.C.P.
• Piggie Pie - I.C.P.
• Southwest Voodoo - I.C.P.
• Southwest Strangla - I.C.P.
• Smog - I.C.P.
• Sleep Walkers - I.C.P.
• Skitsofrantic - I.C.P.
• Silence Of The Hams - I.C.P.
• Panties - I.C.P.
• Sedatives - I.C.P.
• Run - I.C.P.
• Rosemary - I.C.P.
• Rollin' Over - I.C.P.
• Out - I.C.P.
• Ol' Evil Eye - I.C.P.
• Ride The Tempest - I.C.P.
• Riddle Box - I.C.P.
• Red Neck Hoe - I.C.P.
• Red Christmas - I.C.P.
• Rebel Flag - I.C.P.
• Real Underground Baby - I.C.P.
• Mr. Johnsons Head (Remix) - I.C.P.
• Mr Johnson's Head - I.C.P.
• Mom Song - I.C.P.
• Rainbows And Stuff - I.C.P.
• Radio Stars - I.C.P.
• Questions - I.C.P.
• Pumpkin Carver - I.C.P.
• Psychopathic - I.C.P.
• Posse on Vernor - I.C.P.
• Play With Me - I.C.P.
• Play My Song - I.C.P.
• Off the Track - I.C.P.
• Nuttin' But a Bitch Thang - I.C.P.
• Nothing's Left - I.C.P.
• Nothin' But A Bitch - I.C.P.
• Nobody Move - I.C.P.
• Ninja - I.C.P.
• Night Of The Axe - I.C.P.
• News At 6 O'Clock - I.C.P.
• Never Had It Made - I.C.P.
• My Kind Of Bitch - I.C.P.
• My Homie Baby Mama - I.C.P.
• Lil' Somethin' Somethin' - I.C.P.
• My Funhouse - I.C.P.
• Murder Rap - I.C.P.
• Murder Go Round - I.C.P.
• Murda Cloak - I.C.P.
• Mr. Rotten Treats - I.C.P.
• Mexico City - I.C.P.
• Mental Warp - I.C.P.
• Madhouse - I.C.P.
• Mad Professor - I.C.P.
• Love Song - I.C.P.
• Like it like that - I.C.P.
• Let A Killa - I.C.P.
• Juggalo Paradise - I.C.P.
• Juggalo Homies - I.C.P.
• Joker's Wild - I.C.P.
• Joke Your Mind - I.C.P.
• Jack Jeckel - I.C.P.
• It Rains Diamonds - I.C.P.
• It - I.C.P.
• Is That You - I.C.P.
• Intro (The Calm) - I.C.P.
• Intro (Hell's Pit) - I.C.P.
• Insane Killers - I.C.P.
• In The Haughhh! - I.C.P.
• In My Room - I.C.P.
• If You Can't Beat 'Em, Join 'Em - I.C.P.
• If I Was King - I.C.P.
• If I Was A Serial Killer - I.C.P.
• If - I.C.P.
• I'm Not Alone - I.C.P.
• Im Coming Home - I.C.P.
• I Want My Shit - I.C.P.
• I Stuck Her With My Wang - I.C.P.
• I Stab People - I.C.P.
• I Don't Wanna Die - I.C.P.
• I Don't Care - I.C.P.
• I Do This! - I.C.P.
• House Of Wonders - I.C.P.
• House Of Mirrors - I.C.P.
• Homies (Remix) - I.C.P.
• Hey Vato - I.C.P.
• Hell's Forecast - I.C.P.
• Headless Boogie - I.C.P.
• Halls Of Illusion - I.C.P.
• Halloween On Military Street - I.C.P.
• Guts On The Ceiling - I.C.P.
• Growing Again - I.C.P.
• Ghetto freak show - I.C.P.
• Get Ya Wicked On - I.C.P.
• Get Off Me Dog! - I.C.P.
• Fuck Off - I.C.P.
• For The Maggots - I.C.P.
• Everybody Rize - I.C.P.
• Fly Away - I.C.P.
• First Day Out - I.C.P.
• Feels So Right - I.C.P.
• Fearless - I.C.P.
• Fat Sweaty Betty - I.C.P.
• Everyday I Die - I.C.P.
• Echo Side - I.C.P.
• Down With The Clown - I.C.P.
• DogBeats - I.C.P.
• Dear ICP - I.C.P.
• Dead Pumpkins - I.C.P.
• Dead Body Man (Original) - I.C.P.
• Crop Circles - I.C.P.
• Cotton Candy & Popsicles - I.C.P.
• Cotton Candy - I.C.P.
• Confessions - I.C.P.
• Clown Walk - I.C.P.
• Clown Love - I.C.P.
• Chop! Chop! With Esham - I.C.P.
• Chicken Huntin' - I.C.P.
• Cemetery Girl - I.C.P.
• Cartoon Nightmares - I.C.P.
• C.P.K.S (Remix) - I.C.P.
• CPKs - I.C.P.
• Burning Up - I.C.P.
• Bugz On My Nutz - I.C.P.
• Bring It On - I.C.P.
• Bowling Balls - I.C.P.
• Bodies Fly - I.C.P.
• Blacken Your Eyes - I.C.P.
• Bizzar - I.C.P.
• Bitches - I.C.P.
• Bitch I Lied - I.C.P.
• Birthday Bitches - I.C.P.
• Beverly Kills 50187 - I.C.P.
• Behind the Paint - I.C.P.
• Basehead Attack - I.C.P.
• Assassins - I.C.P.
• Another Love Song - I.C.P.
• Angels Falling - I.C.P.
• Amy's In The Attic - I.C.P.
• Alley Rat - I.C.P.
• Ain't Yo Bidness - I.C.P.
• $85 Bucks an Hour - I.C.P.
• 3 Rings - I.C.P.
• 24 - I.C.P.
• 17 Dead - I.C.P.
• 12 - I.C.P.
• $50 Bucks - I.C.P.

When I get to California
When I get there
When I get to California
Hook me up with one of them chicks
And when you get to the Midwest
I'll hook you up with a juggalette ya'll
He's the visual assassin with the mask that ? killa
Seen him drink a lot but I have yet to see him spill a drop
He rap to hip hop in his heart, try and battle Pak
He'll fucking tear you're ass apart
I keep my fridge stocked with plenty of Faygo
My flow connect nice like old school legos
What's up holmes , just a west coast loadie
My rhyme is nice, slow and stoney
See all these psycho bitches getting so damn fanatical
FBI got us all listed down as radicals
Government officials taking life long sabbaticals
Time to rock the mic and drop something classical
I'm with the kings now it's murder state to state
Dog Boy ?? off set the record straight
Fuck that bullshit that never went down
So we come as one to fuck up your town
The wickit the wickit the wickit wickit klowns
Blowing smoke rings with Kottonmouth Kings
Coming coming ?? faygo into towns
And all types of thangs
Suburban Noize Records teaming up with Psychopathic
Richter let them know who juggalo I got your back kid
Kottonmouth Ninjas rocking tunes with ICP
D-Loc grab the mic and pass me the weed
Kottonmouth Kings, ICP, we from the West
They from the East
With a bag of keif and a box of spliffs
We mast through your city like robotic beasts
See all ?? robots following the masses
I watch the world through faygo fizzing glasses
Kings and the klowns dropping sellouts like acid
Like cum on your tongue shit is getting kind of drastic
To all unbelievers who think this is a joke
Grab the faygo when you start to choke
In the pit at a show come summertime
A million juggalos to blow your fucking mind
The wickit the wickit the wickit wickit klowns
Blowing smoke rings with Kottonmouth Kings
Coming coming ? faygo into towns
And all types of thangs
True terror is back you better believe
Kottonmouth Kings, ICP
We from the West, they from the East
Voilent J and Shaggy stepped in the place
And cleared the room out like nuclear waste
Nobody likes us but the Kottonmouth Kings
They smoke buds I smoke little white things
I'm a base head feining for your change, and I'm strange
So ?? know I put you in a torcher rack
And ?? nut bag around like a hacky sack
I told you fuck the world and I meant it
I owe the government money but I spent it
I bought a hooker and banged her in my truck
Yo, she probably had syphillis I give a fuck no
I'm gonna die hell we're all gonna die
You think the juggalo give a damn, bye
I'm going out like a nuclear time bomb
Tick tick boom motherfucker
The wickit the wickit the wickit wickit klowns
Blowing smoke rings with Kottonmouth Kings
Coming coming ? faygo into towns
And all types of thangs

What is a juggalo?
Let me think for a second
Oh, he gets butt-naked
And then he walks through the streets
Winking at the freaks
With a two-liter stuck in his butt-cheeks
What is a juggalo?
He just don't care
He might try to put a weave
In his nut hair
Cuz he could give a fuck less
What a bitch thinks
He tell her that her butt stinks
And all that
What is a juggalo?
He drinks like a fish
And then he starts huggin people
Like a drunk bitch
Next thing, he's pickin fights
With his best friends
Then he starts with the huggin again
Fuck!
What is a juggalo?
A fucking lunatic
Somebody with a rope tied to his dick
Then he jumps out a ten-story window
What is a juggalo?
A juggalo
That's what it is
Well, fuck, if I know
What is a juggalo?
I don't know
But I'm down with the clown
And I'm down for life, yo
Southwest? (we juggalos)
Down river? (we juggalos)
Jefferson? (we juggalos)
Fuckin everybody (we juggalos)
I'm that juggalugga locoroni
Get the fuck up
Get the fuck the out of here
What is a juggalo?
A dead body
Well, he ain't really dead, but he ain't like
Anybody that you've ever met before
He'll eat monopoly and shit out connect four
What is a jug..?
What the fuck? Connect four?
Man that shit is whack
Don't worry about my shit
Just rap motherfucker
What is a juggalo?
He ain't a bitchboy
He'll walk through the hills
And beat down a rich boy
Walks right in the house
When you're having supper
And dip his nuts in your soup, gloop!
What is a juggalo?
Well, he ain't a phoney
He'll walk up and bust a nut in your macaroni
And watch you sit there
And finish up the last bit
Cuz your a stupid ass dump fuckin idiot
What is a juggalo?
He's a graduate
He graduated from....well
At least, he got a job
He's not a dump puts
He works for himself scratching his nuts
What is a juggalo?
A Hulkamaniac
He powerbombs motherfuckers into thumbtacks
People like him till
They find out he's unstable
He Sabu'd your momma through a coffee table
I'm that juggalugga locoroni
Get the fuck up
Get the fuck the out of here
I'm that juggalugga locoroni
I figured you wouldn't understand
Detroit? (we juggalos)
Cleveland? (we juggalos)
St. Louis? (we juggalos)
Everybody? (we juggalos)
Fuckin everybody? (we juggalos)
Everybody? (we juggalos)

Greetings
Welcome to the gypsy of fortunes
Your coin was very much appreciated
And now I shall grant you your future
It seems my cards of tarot have dealt you a very odd hand
A hand of six jokers card, this is very rare
And suggest something neusant is approaching
You should be visited by a dark circus
A circus that holds pain and anguish
This travelling mass of evil will leave you corpse to rot
While entrapping your soul to displayed at future stops
Oh yes, you should also be aware that it is your own evil doings
That have brought about this carnival's visit
All of the sins and hatred you have cast during your life
Have whipped and spun into form, the form of one
One who leads this gruesome parade of pain into your life
One sinister beast, one known only as RINGMASTER
Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the museum, the wax museum
Thousands of dead souls covered in wax
All of the rare exhibits you are about to encounter
Are strange and wonderous creations of the one and the only
Leader of them all
So both dead and undead please welcome the R-r-r-ringmaster
"Purpose, question, kill"
The ICP is of the Ringmaster
And the Ringmaster's of the attutes of mankind
G-ya, motherfucker, now you gotta face your worst enemy
And that's yourself
Every wicked thing you've ever done
Has come back now
And it's gonna whip your little ass, bitchboy
Us, we're just clowns
We just work for the Ringmaster
With the wave of his magic wand
I step forward, wind back
And swing this battle axe
Upside your motherfucking head
Hoooo!!!
So step right up cause the R-r-r-ringmaster
Takes you on the ride of your life
Horror and fear, smiles and tears
And oh everso over do
The Ringmaster rises up and lifts across the sky
Through the forest and down the river
Along the valley, over the hill
And down the trail and up the sidewalk
Only to surprise you and yours
At your very front door

"Good people sometimes think bad things
Good people dream bad things, don't you
Good people even do bad things
Once in a while, we do"
[Violent J]
Factory smoke and choke in pain
Cuz Del Ray funk is in my brain
So I break the law but I'm not to blame
You only know my place, you don't know my name
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Well, I grip the fence and bent the steal
And I steal a car and I grip the wheel
And I park the car then I steal it again
Cuz I really don't know what's happening
[Violent J]
I wait for night to fall then I walk outside
And then I run back in cuz I don't wanna die
You see, the air alone, it can corrupt your brain
As smoke fills the sky enough to block the rain
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
And I pray to God to help me justify
Look over me cuz my brain is fried
And I don't have a name, I don't have a home
I just lay alone on my bed of stone
[Violent J]
You see, death awaits me on my narrow path
And when I stop to think I can only laugh
Because I'm not alone, it didn't take me long
To see everybody singing that southwest song
[Chorus (2x)]
Wooooooo Oh We-oh
Everybody singing that southwest song
[Violent J]
Some say I'm real and some say I'm fake
But I really don't care cuz it's all too late
You see, my mind is weak and I'm losing breath
As I crawl along I can feel the death
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Everywhere I go I bring with me pride
And then I pay the carny and I take a ride
But see, the wheel is wicked and it spins me death
So I try it again with what pride is left
[Violent J]
If we have to go then you can take me fast
You see, I started under and I'm sinking fast
And when the joker's card is missing from your deck
Then you know the road has finally caught my neck
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Eh, yo, don't look, now, there we go again
It's me and the grim reaper, best of friends
He's always hanging round waitin for me to die
We shot a game of pool, he's not a bad guy
[Violent J]
I feel him in the corner of a circled room
At about thirteen in the afternoon
And then I see the strain as I walk along
I notice everybody singing that southwest song
[Chorus (2x)]
What does seem bad to you?
I'm angry...
What does seem bad to you?
I'm angry...
Everybody singing that southwest song
[Violent J]
If my time has come, then I'm ready to go
Shoot me in the face with your forty-four
And when I'm falling down to my sorry death
I'll laugh with my very last breath (hahaha)
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Lose some, win some, that's how it goes
I've been down and out, I took many blows
And there ain't nothing here I ain't seen before
I'm just a jugglin juggla jugglin more
[Violent J]
You wanna see the world, you wanna run the town
You wanna meet a girl and wanna settle down
You wanna start a family and ya own a home
I wanna run with a set from the ghetto zone
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
You see the forks up, I see the forks down
But I'm a wicked clown, so don't fuck around
Cuz my brain is gone and it's on it's way
I'm exploding, so get off me, dog!!!
[Violent J]
And I could be right and I could be wrong
And if I ain't dead now then it won't be long
But it does not matter what set you on
Tonight everybody sings that southwest song
[Chorus (6x)]
"What seems bad to you?

you're my ray of sunshine
my only ray of sunshine
your all I need, your all I need
to end my missery
your my ray of sunshine
my only ray of sun shine

ferris wheels and bumper cars are fun but those rides just arent for everyone
bought my ticket i might have a ride IN THE MAZE
if i dont come back right away give me time at least a half a day
dont just leave me lost and thrown away IN THE MAZE
hello ladies and gentlemen i'm jeff nipples and i'm jimbo jsym
welcome to the dark carnival's amazing maze over 5,000 ways to get in and no way out!
lets meet todays volunteer this is rick we like to call him rick the dick
dick face here is a wealthy ontrponuer who smacks his wife around
and buys his way in and out of everything lets see how Mr. tough guy
fairs up in the amazing maze
wuddup bitch im violent j i'll be your guide for the day k? good got mad doors
and mad floors! hallways crawlways walls for day make a left just before you make a right and your left
should be to your right if your lefts right, right?good begin the sho' go ahead boy open the first door
welcome to the exical thrilla meet jack dubie a serial killer with a chain saw he'll take ur arm off at the elbow
ull get it back if you make it out though. fuck aint no use crying all day u need to take ur bitch ass back down the hallway
u gotta be a man at least u've learned everything you get in the maze u've earned
keep running times ticking on the clock.
u might wanna tie that stump up with a sock
turn right it might look the same but your making tracks to the room of tumb tacks
this really aint shit bout a million tacks and the room spins a bite
if ya stay on your feet you'll be ok (hahaha) oh let me get outta your way
oh boy rick the dick in a bite of jam there jeff
thats right jimbo he looks like a rag doll flippin and spinnin like that
you can always witness specticals truely amazing within the amazing maze
lets see where else ricks adventures will lead the lil dick whipe
(hahaha)so you got a few tacks in your balls pick em all out and head right back down the halls
whats this dead end doors looked its a long way back just knock oh should have
turned around no doubt nothing we gotta sit and argue about
keep going make a left right left run straight ahead some more open the door
(girls voice)
silk sheets nice breeze relax and just take it with ease the maze is a place of magic
many suprises your dick rises lay down expect the best then in comes your luver with a hairy chest
(guys voice)
hello sexy im grim luv now let me look at your uh milk dud
oh shit you fell for that i aint gonna tell you, you got ur o-ring taped
all that dissin of the opissit sex and look who just got their butt hole flexed
wait whats that the walls are closin in fuck that hurry run for ur life oh he'll be alright
hows that sit with you jimbo first he get pluged with bullets then he gets he butt pluged
i think hes a fuckin idiot jeff i mean what kinda ass hole cant find his way outta this maze
u got to be a real dick buffer to wind up here in the first place
right u r jimbo lets watch the big dick fuck up some more
all righty aint no need to fear if theres a way out its gotta be near oh look a phone u still got one good arm
so its on can u hear ahh tounge in your ear drop it the phones got a life of its own (kiss me man hey come on)
slip down the slide go faster ban of males disaster quit screaming now hurry the fuck up open the door
clits trees you outside lots of places for creeps to hide watch ur step backtrap caught ur foot at the ankle snap
freakin out with the stump throw something in the rump hunters yeah there gonna get ya how does it feel bitch get the picture
back in door at last look ur family behind the glass they look weird their sayin something
listen up (you fucked up you fucked up) o their laughin and pointing at you atleast u know what their say is true
its one last door or (or what) once again its on
ferris wheels and bumper cars are fun but those rides just arent for everyone
bought my ticket i might have a ride IN THE MAZE
if i dont come back right away give me time HEY HEY MAN CUT THAT SHIT WHAT THE FUCK MAN HAPPY FRIENDLY SHIT MAN FUCK THAT SUPPOSED TO BE WICKED IN THIS BITCH TURN
THAT SHIT OFF

I stab people like everyday folks
skinny people any people I chop off their throats
My stabbin's are ninja like very quickly, hey
by the time you feel it I'm like 3 blocks away
I stabbed the newspaper guy and took his little truck
now I stab people and drive away I'm like puttputtputtputt
I do a show and stab people at the same time
I stab bear cages security guards in the back of the neck
I love waffle house, I stab people there
their so shitty and dumpy they don't even care
I love stabbin' people, def leopard remember them
when I cut their fuckin drummers are off, you can ask'em
Leo Owen the president of island
I'm at a business meeting with him looking at him I'm smiling
I just up with the stab and he kicked my ass
17th floor they through me out through the glass
Help Me
(help'em)
Fuckin help me
(help'em)
I need you to help me
(help'em)
Somebody come and help me
(help'em)
Jehovah's witnesses I swear man I love 'em
they're standing out on the porch, knockin I'm waiting above 'em
punch and wound victims right through my door
come back mothafucka, ill stab you some more
one time I went wrestler, I wrestled the best
I got kicked out though, I had a knife in my spandex
I stabbed Tony Schiavone the commentator guy (or got me, I'm not sure)
before the match I went to shake his hand but I stabbed him in the eye
I stabbed Norman Smiley in the middle of a match
he was like (what are you doing) I said fuckin relax
I stabbed him again and again I jumped out and ran
everybody chased me, catch me if you can
I tried to stab my own brother, bad news for my health
he twisted my arm back, I ended up stabbing myself
I stab cabby drivers right through the thick glass
ginsu built to last, can you help
Slice 'em up, Slice 'em down
side to side and all around
They don't help, they don't care
ginsu swingin everywhere
Slice 'em up, Slice 'em down
side to side and all around
They don't help, the don't care
ginsu swingin everywhere
I saved up my money and went to see the Lilith fair
started stabbing lesbians, there was millions of them there
I took off my thong and jumped in the pit
but there wasnt any pit, it was only me and that was it
but so what, I was throwin myself all over the floor
Sarah McLachlan was on stage, I said you fuckin whore
One time I met Slipknot, I stabbed their ass
stabbed them all in the face, that's why they wear masks
my little newspaper truck runs on a tank of blood
I drive with my lights off all throuhg my neighborhood
but its so hard to sneak because of the muffler
I hate that fucker
I did a song with 3-6 mafia, them guys are the shit
we went to their studio and I started rockin it
after the session they all left out of there
but I stayed behind and stabbed the engineer
Help Me
(help'em)
Fuckin help me
(help'em)
I need you to help me
(help'em)
Fuckin come and help me
(help'em)
Naw fuck you
(fuck'em)
fuck all of you
(fuck'em)
you better fuckin help me
(help'em)
help me, help me
Slice 'em up, Slice 'em down
side to side and all around
They don't help, the don't care
ginsu swingin everywhere
Slice 'em up, Slice 'em down
side to side and all around
They don't help, they don't care

Won't you be my prom queen? (another morning)
Won't you be my prom queen?
Everybody has a real good time
Won't you be my prom queen? (must take for my senior prom)
Won't you be my prom queen?
Everybody has a real good time
Another morning, I must get up and go to school
I'm taking too long gettin dressed, tryin to look my best
Because today is not your ordinary every morning
My high school prom is coming and I heave my daddy's warnings
I'm going to find myself a girl to take to the prom
I shouldn't have too much trouble because I'm
I'm very nice, my mother says I'm very handsome
When I wear my good vest, and mother knows best
I got to school, I straggle through the hallways
I stop and gaze at all the girls just like always
But this time, I must now approach them (or)
Or my daddy might get mad and break my wrist again (ow)
And so I chose her, her hair, it matches with her face
She is so lovely, my heart pulse begin to race
I make my way between her friends and to her presence
Hello, Christine, would you be my prom queen?
I'd rather die, I'd rather die, I'd rather die... (repeat over)
(would you be my prom queen? no! aaah! prom queen)
There was a time when I could except a no
That was before, Christine is gonna have to go
My parents will be proud of me when I bring her home
So now I sit and watch her practice in the gym dome
Christine is famous, she has so many different friends
Will they miss her when she's dead or will they just pretend
Nobody talks to me, I only talk to I
And I been telling myself all day, she's gotta die
"Good morning, everybody. This is Principal Rogers, and I would just
like to congradulate our Senior class and wish them at tonight's
Prom dance."
Won't you be my prom queen? (I can be your prom baby)
Won't you be my prom queen?
Everybody has a real good time
It was really fuckin easy, I'm a human hater
I took a towel from the locker room to suffocate her
I had to throw away her gym bag and all her folders
And when it got dark, I caried her home on my shoulders
My daddy was asleep, when I snuck her in the back
I thought about my situation and it's kind of whack
It sounds cheap, but we're having prom in my cellar
But she's dead, I guess I'll never have to tell her
I took the bottles of Tamiace, four dollars worth
I took the seventeen dollars that was in her purse
I bought balloons and streaming and stuff to munch
I had a dollar left, I bought a Faygo Punch
I hung the streamers and balloons on my basement wall
I banged my head a couple times, I'm just too fuckin tall
I would have took her to the school like a normal man
But I had to kill her first they'd never understand
I put a record on and then I picked her up to dance
I bet she cannot feel the woody growing in my pants
I know my daddy would be proud of all that I've done
Instead of burning me, he'd probably come and hug his son
I think about it as I dance slowly to the beat
The more I think about it tears are rolling down my cheek
I hope I showed Christine a night like no other
After all, that's how my daddy did my mother
"Our Seniors deserve a night to celebrate with friends, celebrate
all their great work. Prom night is your very own special night,
and everybody always remember their high school prom."
Won't you be my prom queen? (I can be your prom baby)
Won't you be my prom queen?

Let me see your throat thing there buddy, I'ma chop it, see thy idea is to make you die - (Stop it) I don't know why but your heart beat offends me, I need to cut you off at thy wind pipe desperately, (Like, how about cuttin' your own neck?) - I did, seventeen times, why you think I talk like this? Before I cut myself
THIS WAS MY VOICE
now gimmie your neck pipe, you don't have no fuckin' choice (I'm not ready to die) - neither was Easy E, what makes you so fuckin' special you can escape thy wrath (You mean Wraith) - I said Wraith, now shut thy fuck up, and give me your wind pipe so I can cut that mother fucker (Pick somebody else) - I'm pickin' anybody I can find, and you happen to by thy next mother fucker in line (Ok lets do it) - Keep still right there and about, 1, 2, 3 of those mother fuckers I'm outta here
Let me make your pain be gone
I wanna
STAB, STAB, STAB,
It's like
Murdering be giving me a calm
I need ta
YEAH, YEAH, YEAH,
Let me make your pain be gone
I wanna
STAB, STAB, STAB,
It's like
Murdering be giving me a calm
I need ta
(Ah ha... What kind of circus is this?)
How you gonna give me a straight jacket when I'm crooked? Took it and shook it, ripped it and unzipped it and waited for thy nurse guy to bring me my tray, jumped him from behind and turned his head backwards my way, took all his keys and a crate of Methadone, masturbated on myself and leaped out the window, Then I turned around and went right back inside, once i realized I could of grabbed a brang of Formaldehyde. Suddenly another fuckin' guard shot me; I played the whole movie shit off like "You got me". Laid there playin' dead and when he checked my pockets I jabbed my fuckin' thumb knuckle deep in his eye socket. By now there was guards everywehre. I'ms steady cuttin' heads off, surfin' on a wheel chair, and too many bullets finally put my away....
But was it the real Violent J?
Let me make your pain be gone
I wanna
STAB, STAB, STAB,
It's like
Murdering be giving me a calm
I need ta
YEAH, YEAH, YEAH,
Let me make your pain be gone
I wanna
STAB, STAB, STAB,
It's like
Murdering be giving me a calm
I need ta YEAH, YEAH, YEAH
"It kills the pain... it's the only thing that kills the pain, I'm sorry"
I'm so sorry that I'm so stale... I'm so sorry I'm stale.

Man fuck that shit man
Fuck that, what
Man whats up with this bitch man
She better come suck my dick or somethin
Bitch
Who's goin next, I'm diein to see
Spin the bottle baby and give it to me
It's Pauly, baby Pauly, with nipple lickin love
Sportin cowboy boots and a florecent glove
I lasoe you up and then I jump on your back
I, I, I need's no saddle I just sit on my nutsack
Who's goin next, I'm dying to see
Spin the bottle baby and give it to me
It's stretch nuts up to bat and I'm betta get this hoe
Bottle still spinnin and my sack about to blow
Up in my pants chick stop the frontin
Lets skip the game, and get down to humpin
Who's goin next, I'm dying to see
Spin the bottle baby and give it to me
It's me Jamie Madrox, creater of dreams
I tap and touch and tickle til you melt like ice cream
I know you want my body, fat kids are so sexy
Take off all your clothes get over here and get next to me BIOTCH!
Who's goin next, I'm dying to see
Spin the bottle baby and give it to me
It's Violent J baby, the wizard of the streets
Sportin your panties just to show you I'm a freak
I slide in your bed for a cotton suprise
Got clown makeup smeared on your inner thighs
Man which, which, who the bottle pointin on?
What, what
Somebody better suck my dick in this motha fucka
I ain't playin no mo'
Who's goin next, I'm diein to see
Spin the bottle baby and give it to me
You can call me the plumber cuz I snake your drain
But butter milk love nugget that be the name
I swings to tha left cuz, I'm swift with my meat
And I tickle twist your nippy, nipples off, damn
Who's goin next, I'm diein to see
Spin the bottle baby and give it to me
Spin numba two wit my chances lookin good
Already hit ONE neden now I'm goin for her friend
It don't make a difference I really don't care
The size or the shape as long as she got neden hair
Who's goin next, I'm diein to see
Spin the bottle baby and give it to me
All I hear is bang, bang, bang, no I ain't trippin
Pink fun so wet that my wang is slippin
Quicker then I grabbed my eyes then she replied
I could get better traction if I get it from the side
Now baby, baby, bitch, bitch let me get some neden
Try'n ta leave this nut stain on your mamma bed
Who's goin next, I'm diein to see
Spin the bottle baby and give it to me
It's me again J, I would love to turn you out
But I think I pass cuz you shit is blew out
Just hold the shit together cuz somethin radio
Or maybe you can let me holla, up your booty hole
You gonna suck Violent J's dick, lick Shaggy's balls
Fuck Monoxide and you won't even touch my butt?
Bitch I'll choke yo ass, motha fucker
How many times the bottle gotta land on me?
I ain't gettin no lovin in this motha fucka
Hey look, touch my butt, touch my butt right now
Come on, I'ma pull it out, I'ma pull my butt out
You better touch my shit
Don't fuck with me girl, I know were you live
Touch my butt, touch my ass right now
Look, look it's alright, touch me, touch my ass
Girl you better touch my ass!
(who's goin next i'm dyin to see, spin the bottle baby and give it to me)

Check it out.
Another fuckin sampler, I won't even front
I'll fuckin tell you all about our shit simple and blunt
and if you take the time to listen as I run this down
maybe you might even dig our shit and understand a wicked clown
we forever underground cause up on the surface
they've always said we talent less pieces of shit and worthless
YET, as I'm wright'in this now
I glance over at the wall and I don't know how
but we got 2 platinum albums
and another 4 gold
and we never used Mtv we went up the back road
and built a fan base that's so behind the clown
that they'll tear your fuckin city in half to show they down
but see that's just it though, it aint a fan base
it's a family drawn together like we from outer space
I mean we call our selves juggalos I guess that explains it
that we relate because we been through the same kinds of pain
I mean ICP don't rap about the money we get
because half the juggalos so broke they be steelin our shit
and they don't wanna hear about us pushin up Benz
when the takin fuckin greyhounds just to get to gatherins
WE LIKES IT WICKED, WE KEEPS IT WICKED
we like cartoons, serials, slaughterers on a record
its how we adjust to the pressures of life
let our music do the killin for you, you'll be alright
and seriously aint you the least bit curious
what's up with this underground world we gettin furious
just like the sampler that your bumpin right now
this might be your callin to our carnival grounds
and tell me this mutha fucka truly how you livin
ever get the urge maybe do a little wig splittin
ever been the last kid picked for a team
ever had mutha fuckas come and shit on your dreams
do you have ideas and somethin to say
only aint nobody ever got their ears pointed your way
ever been fucked with for like this and that
and go home with crazy thoughts about cuttin they necks
you might find an escape in this band the world hates
cause we been gettin shit on homie we can relate
and aint nobody here datin any Hollywood stars
attendin VIP parties at high profile bars
but if we aint your cup of tea than just don't fuck with me
I respect the fuck out the fact that you stuck with me
and listened on as we tried to explain ourselves
CAUSE THE HATCHETS HUSTLIN FOR SOME RECORD SALES
we know that ICP is fuckin hated and doughted
but our new albums the bomb and i wouldnt lie about it
we call it the wraith and its the 6th jokers card
and the juggalo worlds been waitin long and hard
so we savin it all we wont play you a lick
thats why they got me on here rappin about the shit
but for 10 years this album has been in our focus
every thing from dog beats on through to dark lotus
and its finally dropin on Nov. 5
unless the fuckin record label fucks up the shit
plan is that's the day that the best we can do
will be put in the stores and delivered to u
or you can download the shit free most probably will
but the packaging and booklet it comes with it still
so if your lookin 4 the best way of copin it free
my advice is hit a record store and pluck the CD
get you the booklet, and get you the disk
and leave all the case with the cover and shit
and then buy somethin cheap like a Brittany Spears sticker
so they don't get suspicious when they see you at the register
1 way or the other I can promise you this
juggalo or not our fuckin records the shit
and I don't give a fuck what rolling stone ends up given
cause that's just some fuckin other idiots opinion
if he knows what's so dope he should make it himself
and quit fuckin judgin every fuckin body else
anyway all we tryin to say is that bomb ass L.P. is headed your way
a little somethin for the under dogs out there
we extended the depth to let you know that we here
and our carnival doors is always open to yours
and 4 everybody else we stand up and applause
for taken a little time to listen to me spin
on this here on this here free cd hatchet sampler shit
and for all the juggalos out there that didn't know the deal
we put together this hear for you to feel come on.

I gotta tell him, I gotta be a man and handle my business
I know he's gonna hate me, I gotta call'em
What up dawg, what you been up to
Oh yeah, well thats cool, check it out
Me and you, we been down for a while right
We been here and there, we been pretty tight
Somethin happened last night that you might get upset about
But hear me out, I didnt mean nothin by it,
Im gonna make this quick
I gave your momma this dick
I dunno how it happened
I just know my nuts and her itch was slappin'
I was over there mowin' the grass
And I could feel her eyes all up on my ass
And then i went inside to make a phone call
And there she was with a tittie hanging out her bra
One thing just led to another
Next thing you know I was but-fucking your mother
Please dont hate me
But I been fuckin your mother loose lately Please dont hate me
I never said I loved the hoe
Please dont hate me
But I been fuckin your mother loose lately Please dont hate me
You never should have trusted a juggalo
Dont hang up, I still got more
Your momma gives head like a herion whore
I wasnt thinking about you as my bud
When she spread my but cheeks and went for the milkdud
We broke out with your grandpa's gin
And got drunk, I fucked her with a bowling pin
She's freaky, her nipples look like peanuts
Your mommas one of my favorite sluts
She likes lickin from the back of my balls
To the tip of my dick with one big lick
She calls me her big teddy bear
I chase her around in my underwear
I admit I like spanking her but
I used your sock though to catch my nut
Dont worry, I put it back, I knew I better
Thats why your toes been stickin together
Please dont hate me
But I been fuckin your mother loose lately Please dont hate me
I never said I loved the hoe
Please dont hate me
But I been fuckin your mother loose lately Please dont hate me
You never should have trusted a juggalo
Maybe they call you a termihater
If this was a swamp youd be a allihater
You could use a could glass of haterade
Sure come up, bring the allihater
Your moms ass looks like oatmeal yo
Its bumpy and grainy, I like the feel though
And I aint trying to diss her either
Im only sayin I wish you would trim her beaver some
Every hair is like a foot long
Bitch looks like a werewolf wearing a thong sometimes
Its allright with me though
I dont mind as long as I can find the pee hole
And your dad so dumb he's knowing nuthin
Here I am stuffin her muffin
Not to mention the pickle buffin
And I hope me and you are still cool
Im spending the night so she can drive me to school tomorrow
And we plan on fuckin again, allright, Ill talk to you again
Peace EMINEM
(Jesus someone got fucked up nigga)
Please dont hate me
But I been fuckin your mother loose lately Please dont hate me
I never said I loved the hoe
Please dont hate me
But I been fuckin your mother loose lately Please dont hate me
Uou never should have trusted a juggalo Please dont hate me
But I been fuckin your mother loose lately Please dont hate me
I never said I loved the hoe
Please dont hate me
But I been fuckin your mother loose lately Please dont hate me
You never should have trusted a juggalo

I gotta tell him, I gotta be a man and handle my business
I know he's gonna hate me, I gotta call'em
what up dawg, what you been up to
Oh yeah, well that's cool, check it out
me and you, we been down for a while right
we been here and there, we been pretty tight
somethin happened last night that you might get upset about
but hear me out, I didnt mean nothin buy it, I'm gonna make this quick
I gave your momma this dick
I dunno how it happened
I just know my nuts and her itch was slappin
I was over there mowin' the grass
and I could feel her eyes all up on my ass
and then I went inside to make a phone call
and there she was with a tittie hanging out her bra
one thing just led to another
next thing you know I'm butt-fucking your mother
Please don't hate me
but I been fuckin your mother loose lately please don't hate me
I never said I loved the hoe
please don't hate me
but I been fuckin your mother loose lately please don't hate me
you never should have trusted a juggalo
Don't hang up, I still got more
your momma gives head like a heroin whore
I wasnt thinking about you as my bud
when she spread my but cheeks and went for the milkdud
we broke out with your grandpa's gin
and got drunk, I fucked her with a bowling pin
she's freaky, her nipples look like peanuts
your mommas one of my favorite sluts
she likes lickin from the back of my balls
to the tip of my dick with one big lick
she calls me her big teddy bear
I chase her around in my underwear
I admit I like spanking her but
I used your sock though to catch my nut
don't worry, I put it back, I knew I better
that's probably why your toes been stickin together
Please don't hate me
but I been fuckin your mother loose lately please don't hate me
I never said I loved the hoe
please don't hate me
but I been fuckin your mother loose lately please don't hate me
you never should have trusted a juggalo
maybe they call you a termihater
if this was a swamp youd be a allihater
you could use a cold glass of haterade
sure come up, bring the allihater
your moms ass looks like oatmeal yo
its bumpy and grainy, I like the feel though
and I aint trying to diss her either
I'm only sayin' that I wish you would trim her beaver some
every hair is like a foot long
bitch looks like a werewolf wearing a thong sometimes
its allright with me though
I don't mind as long as I can locate the b-hole
and your dad so dumb he's knowing nuthin
here I am stuffin her muffin
not to mention the pickle buffin
and I hope me and you are still cool
I'm spending the night so she can drive me to school tomorrow
and we plan on fuckin again, allright, i'll talk to you later
Peace EMINEM
(Jesus someone got fucked up nigga)
Please don't hate me
but I been fuckin your mother loose lately please don't hate me
I never said I loved the hoe
please don't hate me
but I been fuckin your mother loose lately please don't hate me
you never should have trusted a juggalo Please don't hate me
but I been fuckin your mother loose lately please don't hate me
I never said I loved the hoe
please don't hate me
but I been fuckin your mother loose lately please don't hate me

"Does this excite you? Think about it! Does it not stagger the
imagination? No builder on earth can concieve any structure to
compare to the mansions above. Won't that be something when you go
to live in your own mansion? There'll be no concern about paying for it,
it's already taken care of. There'll be no worry about being moved out
of it. It will be yours forever."
I got shot, ah!, the murder was heinous
The bullet went in my eyeball and out my anus
And I was hit, that was it, on the spot
Flash, I woke up in a parking lot
And I'm sittin in a '64 Reinkeys
With Shaggy Dope written on the car keys
I look around I can't believe that it's possible
I'm dead, and I made it to the carnival
I walk in, it's everything I dreamed of
Everybody and they momma got clown luv
Japanese, Lebanese, and Chinese,
Portuguese, and southwest ghetto g's. (woowoo)
Hangin' out with redneck truck drivers
Instead of always givin' each other piledrivers
I see my old homey, he died in a drag
Chillin with two bitches, "What up, Shaggs?"
And he passed me a blunt like a tree trunk
I tried to hit it, but couldn't even fuck with it
And to think, I always been afraid to die
But I ain't never goin back to wonder why.
We all gonna die, but I'm not gonna fry
Even though most never try
I'm not gonna let this pass me bye, no
I was born, first, they threw me in a shit pile
I dealt with it, and lived there for a while
I got dissed on, pissed on, and beat down
Mutilated, and tossed out a dead clown
Next thing ya know, I'm chillin' at the big top
Free money, and mad bitches non-stop
No water, it's Faygo on tap
I wash my hair, and my face, and my butt-crack with it
Cuz I can, cuz I'm phat paid
I got a five story funhouse with a maid
And she walks around with her titties hanging out
And when I cough, she come and dust my balls off (woowoo)
I'm headed up to the show, I'm gonna see
Jimi Hendrix, Selena, and Eazy E
Elvis tried to open up but got dissed off
We got pissed off, because he sounded like butt
There's no fights, it's a perfect match
Hillbillies in the crowd tryin' to cabbage patch
And to think, I've always been afraid to die
But I ain't never goin back to wonder why.
Did ya ever burn your finger on somethin? hey
Well picture this, your nuts burnin that way
And a roman candle stickin' in your butthole
That's where the greedy skank motherfuckers go
This is all hell now, we livin' in it
But this bullshit'll be over in a minute
Then it's off to the Faygos and neden hoes
New clothes, and patent leather for your toes (woo-woo)
And while you sit around cryin' for your dead friend
He's chillin' up there, paid, getting mad ends
He's probably there tryin to figure out why you're sad
He's on the beach gettin' fat, you got it bad
And for those who ain't down for the next man
Who rob from the poor, and snatch all ya can
And any chicken talkin' shit, lemme tell ya something
Hold a lighter to your balls, and you'll see what's coming
"Does this excite you? Think about it! Does it not stagger the
imagination? No builder on earth can concieve any structure to compare
to the mansions above. Won't that be something when you go to live
in your own mansion? There'll be no concern about paying for it,
it's already taken care of. There'll be no worry about being moved out

I Love my faygo, my nyquil pills, shaggy, I love my buddies, my hatchetman, but I love my axe
My axe iz my buddy, I bring him when I walk
me and my axe will leave your head outlined in chalk
My axe is my buddy, he always makes me laugh
me and my axe cut bigot spinal chords in half
My axe is my buddy, and when I wind him back
me and my axe will give your forehead a buttcrack
my axe is my buddy, I never leave without him
me and my axe will leave your neck a bloody fountain
everybody everybody everybody run
murdering murdering murdering fun
swing swing swing
chop chop chop
swing swing swing
chop chop chop
My axe is my buddy, we right the planet's wrongs
me and my axe leave bigots dead on richie lawns
My axe is my buddy, he never make me cry
me and my axe will leave a divot for your eye
My axe is my buddy, don't take him for a chump
me and my axe will leave you hoppin' on a stump
interlude: look into the deadest tree, tell me baby wut you see
don't you hear the branches cry, asking for the reasons why
did they hang so many men, from the branches off of them
why did humans make them play, with them in their evil way
look into the moon's beam, can't you fathom what it's seen
bodies dragging from a truck, driven by a bigot fuck
why you think the heavens cry, acid rain and blizzard skys
aint no covering the tracks, that's why I'm here and oh yes
My axe is my buddy, he'll thump into your head
me and my axe will make your white T-shirt all red
My axe is my buddy, you let that dixie wave
me and my axe will fuck your mother on your grave
My axe is my buddy, we both cry with the trees

Boys and girls everybody gather round all in together now
Love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
Must kill you, must kill you, must kill you, must kill you
Verse 1
I'm kinda fat and I sweat alot
but that's the only bad creepy things I got
That and maybe the whole murdering aspect
but we aint even really got to that yet
I love people I love everything about them
and that's why I gotta live life without them
Huh? I know this don't make any sense to you but fuck you
this songs about me exclusively
Murder, Murderous, Murderation
The murdering mentality without an explanation
I'm Mr. Happy and I ride a bike (Ching)
I aint gotta seat I just sit on the pipe thing
I whistle, I sing I'll pet your poodle
I'll twist and squeeze your neck like a wet noodle
Cuz I'm so happy I'll stab your ass
and lay down next to you dead in the grass and say
Oh, it feels so good everytime I murder I get happy
Chorus
Happy, happy, happiest
I'm happy, happy happiest
I'm happy, happy, happiest
I'm happy, happy, happiest
Murder, murder, murder you
I murder, murder, murder you
I murder, murder, murder you
I murder, murder, murder you
Verse 2
I love you so hand me your neck
let me teach you about love and respect
Respect the fact that I love to kill
wait a minute yall I gotta take my pill
(Zanoffs, it works, I'm down to only 3 people a day)
My victims, I give em love and care
I don't wanna get blood everywhere
I don't use a chainsaw or a butcher knife
that's so 90's, get it right
I never mutilate or chop my loves
all I really need is a pair of gloves
Or maybe a car I'll run em down with it
I know that can be messy but the birds will get it
Don't you see that I love you...idiots
I'm Mr. Happy and I'm all about fun
Now get in the pit and try to kill someone
Oh it feels so good everytime I murder I get happy
Chorus
Verse 3
My bike has a basket full of strawberries
I picked them myself along with apples and cherries
and lemons and oranges and boogers and limes
plus theres a faygo in there but that's mine
red flowers like after your dead
I'll plant seeds and grow em out the side of your head
I got flowers all over the back yard
In the form of a Joker's card
Uh oh
Feels good I'm like the choko of my neighborhood
I'm one of those midnight creeps at Denny's
talking to myself and licking my pennies
I got a french fry hanging out of my beard
Don't go near that guy, he's weird
You know I'm all good and everythings all right
When you hear this scream in the middle of the night, like this
Oh, it feels so good everytime I murder I get happy
Chorus 2 times

Yeah
(What's that)
Myzery(Word up)
Twiztid(Yeah)
And the Insane Clown Posse(Know what I'm sayin?)
Forming a 50 foot Voltron on your ass
Your worst nightmares couldn't fuck with this
Run that shit
I'm rollin with the Psychopathic
Make a move, and shit gets drastic
Leavin mutherfuckers in caskets
Or wrapped in Reynolds plastic
Cause we psychosomatic and schizophrenic lunatics
Holding my balls we know
Which engulfs the tip of my dick
We real sick bitch, run and tell a friend
Twiztid in at the beginning
Means of the beginning of the end
The world dealt me a healthy hand of pain and lies
And you can see the hate in my eyes it's no surprise
It ain't shit bitch believe that
Suckers claiming they paid
They can't even handle they weed tax
I leave tracks like a needle
You phony as the 5th Beetle
Fuck a B on a deedle
Rockin Toledo like a trooper, What?
Leaving your conscience in a stuper, What?
Fuck a Smith and Wesson I can grab the luger, What?
And right before I shoot ya
I snap your back like I was Lex Luger
Chronic weed abuser (Wooooo!)
As we capitalize and enterprise music scenes
Money motivated, goal, and a dream
Like Martin Luther King
Hesitaters pause while we crack their jaws
Swooping over they town like Super Balls (Woo Woo!)
I roll with Bones and it's on like that
Making suckers spasm so hard they lungs calapse
Twiztid's the sound
Something'that your worst nightmares couldn't fuck with
Prepare to duck bitch
Cause I'm runnin' with a meat cleaver
Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
And if you missed it the name is Twiztid
Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
Qui qua Myzery para isla
Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
Shaggs and J, Insane Clown Posse
Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
Psychopatchic
From the NY come Myzery the red eye and raging
Minority and JumpSteady plotting retaliation
Suffocating dirty cats, player hatin
Gats we packin
Skullys and army jackets
Headed out of psychopathic
I got a plan so stack the ammo in the trunk
The word is that down town we don't front
Spark the blunt, give em what they want
Psycho thugs, loaded slugs
Loco in la cabesa
Get away rides in ce pasa
Destination para mi caco pato
There without muchacho
Cock slowly the deracho
There go that long acho
My shit is jammed
For you planned
Body's wounded badly
Move quickly before they bag me
Being chased down this dark alley
I'm a wounded ass
Minority hollering I gaba
I pulled out my blade
And carved it in him like a mansana
Now back to the ride floor it corpses
No remorse's
Psychopathic and Spanish side we joining forces
Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
And if you missed it the name is Twiztid
Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
Qui qua Myzery para isla
Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
Shaggs and J, Insane Clown Posse
Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
Psychopatchic
Myzery(I smell gun powder)
Twiztid
And the loco Insane Clown Posse (I smell raisins)
Psychopathic Records
Para siempre!
I smell garlic my head hurts
Cause my brain is cursed by voodoo wizards
My skin turns blue and I start to shake
My tongue comes out like a snake
Ssssss
Zunga bunga hooly goo bo
That's my Ugandan voodoo flow
You don't know what it meant
Til the next day you wake up
With your dick in your homies butt
I might grab your face, twist your neck,
And then let it go (Brrrrraaah)
And then Shaggy climbs up my back
And we attack and hit ya like a 10 foot ninja(Ninja!)
I paint my face like a clown
Other times I paint it like Sting and come down
The rafters up at the mall and throw old folks to the ropes
And chop their throats (Woooo!)
But I ain't no wrestler
I'm a serial killa murderous molester
Naww, I'm just juggalin your balls a bit
It's J who's into that shit (Yeah, fuck you)
And if you wanna get lippy
I'll stretch your lips out and call you skippy (Hehe)
The bottom line is we twisted like Sam Kinison's back
After the car wreck
Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
And if you missed it the name is Twiztid
Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
Qui qua Myzery para isla
Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
Shaggs and J, Insane Clown Posse
Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo!
Psychopatchic
Psychopatchic
Psychopatchic
Psychopatchic
Psychopatchic

Ain't nobody jealous, everybody has they own
Nobody locked up, everybody, everybody is free to roam
Lookin' at scrubby with a hottie on his side
Lookin' at rich kids, poor kids,
Everybody together on the same side
And they down to ride
Lets go all the way
(Let's go all the way)
Let's go all the way
Let's go all the way
Ain't nobody left out, everybody gets to go
It can never be too crowded, come on, we still pickin' up some more
Don't nobody hate you, playa hate you,
There ain't no hate at all
Gotta million hands to catch you cause they'll catch you
And they never will let you fall
And we gotta worry all of ya'll
Lets go all the way
(Let's go all the way)
Let's go all the way
Let's go all the way
Never known sickness, no sickness, nobody has to die
Everything's answered, what didn't then, we'll never have to wonder why
Won't nobody rush you, no pressure, be as long as you wanna be
Can't you guess what this place is,
Your future make it a reality
all you have to do is follow me
Lets go all the way
(Let's go all the way)
Let's go all the way

Jump out of bed and I head for the grapenuts
Eat 'em quick or they soggy and that sucks
Trying to find a clean pair of socks and a shirt
Still sporting the same drawers even though they hurt
In the fridge, there's a Faygo, it tastes ill
Cuz it's flatter then a bitch on a big wheel
I got a few money back and a little change
So I'm heading to the store when the phone rings
"What up man, check it out, I know this bitch
She's got another friend with her and her dad's rich
If we find us a ride out to Wyandotte
Guaranteed, we can fuck 'em both on the spot"
Oh shit, let me call Bill Bill
I wanna go and let my nuts do the windmill
He ain't home, fuck, I'll call Mike Clark
Cuz I know he can get the fuckin Skylark
He said he can, but he's broke and it needs gas
But I wanna buy these Faygo, think fast
I know my brother Jump Steady's got a few bones
But that's going through his shit when he ain't home
"Nevermind J, Legs loned me a ten
No need to get punched in your head again
Tell Mike to scoop me up right away
And it's Faygo and neden hoes all day"
Fuck yeah, I throw my Pro Winds on my feet
Lock the house, and wait for 'em in the street
I wish I had a piece of gum or something fuck
My mouth still kind of tastes grapenuts
Here they come, nope, wasn't them
Seems like the same car's driving by again
It pulls up, "hey man, you're outta luck"
What, what ya say man

Boom shaka boom (Ha ha ha!)
Boom boom boom
Boom shaka boom (Ha ha ha!)
Boom boom boom
Lllllady's and gentlemen meet your guardian
Your keepers of morals...hahaha kindness
The path to Shangri-La is led by heeeee led by you, ooh
He is of your positivity
He is of your love
Meet one half of the juggling duo
That is your soul I'm talking about
Uhhh Jake Jeckel
Jack throw another, Jake catch one more
They'll try and catch all thats in store for you
How many souls will fall from the sky?
How many souls burned wondering why?
Jack throw another, Jake catch one more
They'll try and catch all thats in store for you
How many souls will fall from the sky?
How many souls burned wondering why?
Jack throw another, Jake catch one more (How many more...)
They'll try and catch all that's in store for you
How many souls will fall from the sky?
How many souls burned wondering why?
Jack throw another, Jake catch one more (How many more...)
They'll try and catch all thats in store for you
How many souls will fall from the sky?

This is the story of a murderer
A cold blooded killer, a ruthless, harmless, slaughterer
I didn't mean to kill him
Listen to me, wait
I was talkin to a fine asss date, ha ha ha
Phat titties, lookin like pow
and she's tellin me to come by right now
Oh shit, I jumped in the wagon, no more laggin, I'm taggin
This bitch, dead in the ping hole, make her lose control (mmmmmmmmm)
I showed up, I ring the ding dong
Grippin my wing wong, something's wrong
Who's this, not a bitch, but a dude
and he's tellin me to beat it; fuckin rude
It's jimmy, her man, a punk ass,
So I throw a left hook at him, splaaa,
then I came back with a right hook
POW, he fell to the ground
I didn't mean to kill him
WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO JIMMY, OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!
I didn't mean to kill him, kill him, baby
Didn't mean to kill him, kill the man baby
I didn't mean to kill him, kill him, baby
Didn't mean to kill him, kill the man baby
Oh fuck, he's chillin with a neck broke
25 to life, is no joke
Don't die bitch hang in there
I mean I really don't care, but come on
Move quick, I run to the hospital
Make sure ain't dead yet, shit
There he is, chillin with a neck brace
with a look on his face like ehhhhh
Come on Jimmy, it's me, your homey
I even poured a little brew in your IV
Don't die, oh you tryin to speak
Fuck you, your punches are weak, ehhh
So bitch, you wanna talk shit again
I jumped up wit a boot to the chin
Pull his plugs out, and start chokin
Ewwwwwwww his necks already broken
He swung, hit me wit a bed pan
I was just makin sure you ain't dead man
Fuck this, I grabbed a scalpel
and stick it down in his scalp, uhhhhhhhhhh
Calm down, he's dead now, FUCK
Here comes somebody, better duck
Gotta hide dead Jimmy quickly
or 25 to 50, I didn't mean to kill him
OHH MY GOD!!!! JIMMY, WHAT THE FUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I didn't mean to kill him, kill him, baby
Didn't mean to kill him, kill the man baby
I didn't mean to kill him, kill him, baby
Didn't mean to kill him, kill the man baby
Jumped out the window, and drug him home, jimmy's dead
and I'm finna get the bone
If they catch me, ah the death chair
I don't care
They'll never find him here
Jimmy can you get that
What the FUCK, he's dead, I'm whick whack
I'm neverous, scared and skitso, ha ha ha, wooo, ha, hello
Yeah, I still need to talk to stupid fuck nut
We're lookin for jimmy ballav
He's not here, uhh, wai wait yeah he is
This Jimmy, I'm alive, I'm not dead, I gotta go
Oh goody, they bought it, hah, they'll never know
I killed his bitch ass
Fuck it though. Jimmy's my room mate
He doesn't even eat much and that's straight
We just chill all day and watch video's
Call Domino's, and flick off his toes
make em land into a fish tank, what you think?
Let him sit, FUCK OFF, I didn't mean to kill him
OH MY GOD, YOU BASTARD!! YOU KILLED JIMMY!!!!!
I didn't mean to kill him, kill him, baby
Didn't mean to kill him, kill the man baby
I didn't mean to kill him, kill him, baby
Didn't mean to kill him, kill the man baby
This was the story of a murderer

How many times will I ask myself why, how many times?
How many times will I ask myself why, how many times will I cry? (2x)
How many times will you honk your horn and say fuck you?
Now what the fuck does that do?
Ya feel better now? I didn't let ya pass
How 'bout I stop my car, and beat your fuckin' ass?
How many times will my neighbor beat his wife?
Somewhere in that house there's a butcher knife
Fuckin' drunk, swingin' his fists about
Why don't she wait till he sleeps then take him out
How many times will I sit in a hot car?
Traffic jam, been sittin' for a fuckin' hour
Must be an accident, I hope nobody died
Finally get there, and the crash is on the other side
The gawkers roll and they creep slow
Hoping they can see a mangled body show
Some park, and stand there and watch it all
With their kids, they point, and fuckin stare (and just look)
I remember one time I was pulled over
Handcuffed, the cop was like, show's over
People watching, hoping that he shoots me
I just wanted to choke the fucking head
How many times will I ask myself why, how many times?
How many times will I ask myself why, how many times will I cry?
How many times will I wait in a line?
It's three-thirty, I fuckin' got here at nine
I'm finally up to the front, can't wait another minute
Why am I here? to pay a fucking parking ticket
The lady at the counter acts like a fuckin bitch
No smiles, no help, you're just a piece of shit
I'm gettin' pissed, calm down, fuck it, forget it
Back to my car, and there it is, another ticket
How many times will a crackhead smoke crack
And ask me for some money cuz he wants crack
Give him money, again, he's coming back
Walk away, and here's another, "Gimme some crack"
How many time will a kid give a dirty look?
A little punk-ass bitch tryin to be a crook
I wrote the book, I was out robbin' liquor stores
When you were just a nut stain in your momma's drawers
How many times will you steal my car stereo?
It don't even work, ya feel like a bitch, don't you?
I vacuum all the fuckin' glass off from my seat
I sit down, and got a piece stuck in my butt cheek
How many times did I walk in, and just sit?
And have to listen, and learn all this bullshit
Learnin' history and science, fuckin' wait
Knowin' that, will that put food on my plate?
Yeah, can I walk into McDonald's, up to the counter
And tell 'em you can make limestone from gunpowder
Will they give me a cheeseburger if I know that shit?
Fuck no, fuck you, and shut your fuckin' lip
How many times will a judge decide my fate?
Who is he? A bitch, nothing great
He takes shits, and fucks his old floppy wife
Plays with his balls and judges my life!
"And who the fuck is he?

(Violent J)
Let me ask you this about this life we live
And let me try to swerve some of this attention you give
To them distant ass relatives over in Ham dinner
If they really miss you so much
Why don't they just call a (Muthafucka)
If you wasn't blood, would you still have love?
Or infact does the blood make you think you have to love?
Look I probably love my family more then anybody here
But my homies are family too
Third cousins get outta here
Who was you with when you got tatoos?
Who was you tripping with when you did them mushrooms?
Who the fuck threw up all over your car?
And then felt worse then you about that shit in the morning? (Friends ya'll)
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
Who loaned ya money, homie?
Who owes ya cash?
Who taught you how to use a bong for the grass?
I don't know much but I gotta assume
When ya hit ya first neden, ya homies was in the other room
(Chorus)
We talkn' about HOMIES HOMIES!!! (Talkn' about those dogs of life!)
Our muthafucking HOMIES HOMIES!!! (We throwin' up Clown Love signs!)
Real juggalo HOMIES HOMIES!!! (Talk about those dogs of life!)
HOMIES HOMIES (Man that's my dogg)
(Violent J)
Have you ever had a job that you truly dispise?
Like I dunno maybe dishwashing or fuckin flipping fries
Then you got this boss who thinks he's the don mega
Cause he the head manager Cheap chili fry maker
All you could vision is ya'll beating him down
Your homies standing on his back while your kicking his head around
But responsibility is there, I can't lie tho
I would a been plucked his fucking eyeball out with a chicken bone
Crazy as fuck I'll rip your peircings off
And now my homies are holding me back so I don't look soft
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
When you snuck the car out who did you get?
And when you got colour, who you blame that shit?
Who you relax around and scratch yo balls?
Homies, were talking about like you and yours!
(Chorus)
We talkn' about HOMIES HOMIES!!! (Talkn' about the dogs of life!)
Our muthafucking HOMIES HOMIES!!! (We throwin' up Clown Love signs!)
Real juggalo HOMIES HOMIES!!! (Talk about those dogs of life!)
HOMIES HOMIES (Man that's my dogg)
If ya don't like me ya can Fuck Off!! (Got a bullet for every one)
If ya don't like me ya can Fuck Off!! (Got a bullet for every one)
(Jamie Madrox)
Me and my homies stay tight like a noose
And if you step to one of us you betta step to the whole crew
I never knew that I could depend
That I could have some friends that's down til the very end
Well that's my home boys, excuse me, my family
And when we conquer the world
We macking on the galaxy cause the skys the limit
And we ain't finished
And if my homies gonna ride ya know I'm with it
(Monoxide Child)
Puff it and pass it and I give it to my homies ya'll
Hit it and quit it and then I give it to my homies ya'll
I got the world around my finger with my homies ya'll
And everything is obsilete unless I hear my homies call
We worldwide, were homies across the planet
Sticking together like zippers on Michael Jackson's 'Beat It' jacket
They got my back like a tat for that, I love ya'll
Hanging till we old and grey like grandpa (Psychopathic)
(Chorus)
HOMIES HOMIES!!! (Talk about those dogs of life!)
My muthafucking HOMIES HOMIES!!! (Be throwing up Clown Love signs!)
We are juggalo HOMIES HOMIES!!! (Talk about those dogs of life!)
(Juggalo homies)HOMIES HOMIES (hey hey hey)
If ya don't like me ya can Fuck Off!! (Got a bullet for every one)
If ya don't like me ya can Fuck Off!! (Got a bullet for every one)
If ya don't like me ya can Fuck Off!! (Got a bullet for every one)
If ya don't like me ya can Fuck Off!! Fuck Off!!! Fuck Off!!!
(Anybody Killa going off)
My mothafukin HOMIES HOMIES!!! (Talk about those dogs of mine!)
We are juggalo HOMIES HOMIES!!! (Be throwing up Clown Love signs!)
(Juggalo homies) HOMIES HOMIES!!! (Talk about those dogs of mine!)
(Eastside, Westside!)HOMIES HOMIES
If ya don't like me ya can Fuck Off!! (Got a bullet for every one)
If ya don't like me ya can Fuck Off!! (Got a bullet for every one)
If ya don't like me ya can Fuck Off!! (Got a bullet for every one)
If ya don't like me ya can Fuck Off!! Fuck Off!!! Fuck Off!!!
(ICP and Twiztid giving props)

"Hey there, do you like excitement?" (yeah)
"Do you like suspense?" (uh huh)
"Do you like Nel Carter?" (no)
"Good cuz you won't find her here, this is the house of horrors
And for you it's absolutely free, step right in" (thanks)
"Say no more stupid ass, your face says enough"
Woboogawoo WAAA!! Welcome to the House of Horrors
Were you born in a barn, shut the fuckin door
You see, damn, cuz I'm about to scare you
Blubablubabluba, okay now I dare you
Close your eyes, open up your mouth, and count to ten
Don't wanna, huh, cuz you know my nuts are going in
I'm twisted, I'll cut your finger off, and stick in your butt
Awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa and glue it shut
This is when I get crazy, lemme show you something
Brrrr! You know what that means, it don't mean nothin, haha
But it scared you cuz people don't be doing that shit
But me brrr! bitch brrr! I'm all about it (brrrr!!!)
Guess what I'm a serial killer, it's a bad habit
I killed Tony, Lucky Charms, the silly rabbit, UH!
Cut the lights, see that shit, I'm glowing
Alright, I'm done, turn em back, wait, where you going?
Welcome to the house of horrors
Comes from within me
Comes from within me, horrors, eh
"Honey, I'm not having a good time"
"I know. Come on, this must be the way out."
Hey, what the fuck, come here guys, grab a chair
Don't mind me drinkin' my beer in my underwear
Come on, let's play some cardback, I just got atari
"Hey keep it down in there Shaggs, what the hell?" sorry
Look at that shit, "what?", you almost got me grounded
I'm a have to take your forehead and pound it
I'll bend you over and tie you up to a pole
And stretch your nuts back and fling em up your butthole
I'm a phantom, listen to me, ahhhhh
That didn't do it? How about this? AHHHH!!!!
I'm so scary, they call me Joey Terrifying
Did you know that?, "yeah", no you didn't I was lying
"I represent Igors
I'm yelling in town
I'm coming out of southwest
WICKED CLOWNS!!!"
Bathroom? yeah, it's right there down the hall
Don't flush it though, I'll make dinner for you all
(mumbles) I'm possessed too
Wait a minute, eh, don't leave me yet, hey!
Welcome to the House of Horrors
"Honey?"
"What?"
"I'm scared"
"I know, sweety, come on"
Jump Steady, Nate the Mack, lemme tell you something
With Billy Bill and Rude Boy, what about em, nothing
They're my boys, I just had to give em props
And together we form the cyclops
Hahahahaha look at you, haha, you're a bitch
Should I let your ass go? hahahaha, no
I'll let your bitch out, but you get the bone
Run along sugar tits, he ain't coming home

Fuck
Fuck this shit
Fuck give it to me
If I only could only give to the world on fire,
Say fuck the world
FUCK THE WORLD!
If I only could I'd set the world on fire
Fuck them all
FUCK THEM ALL
Fuck you, fuck me, fuck us
Fuck Tom, fuck Mary, fuck Gus
Fuck Darius
Fuck the West coast
And fuck everybody on the East
Eat shit and die
Or fuck off at least
Fuck pre-schoolers
Fuck rulers
Kings and queens and gold jewlers
Fuck wine coolers
Fuck chickens, fuck ducks
Everybody in your crew sucks
Punk muthafucks
Fuck critics
Fuck your review
Even if you like me, FUCK YOU!
Fuck your Mom
Fuck your Mom's Momma
Fuck the Beastie Boys and the Daili Llama
Fuck the rain forest
Fuck a Forest Gump
You probably like it in the rump
Fuck a shoe pump
Fuck the real deal
And fuck all the fakes
Fuck all 52 states
And fuck you
If I only could I'd set the world on fire
Say fuck the world
FUCK THE WORLD!
If I only could I'd set the world on fire
Fuck 'em all
FUCK 'EM ALL
If I only could I'd set the world on fire
Say fuck the world
FUCK THE WORLD!
If I only could I'd set the world on fire
Fuck them all
FUCK THEM ALL
Fuck Oprah
Fuck Opera
Fuck a soap opera
Fuck a pop locker
And a cock blocker
Fuck your girlfriend
I probably did her already
Fuck Kyle and his brother Tom Petty
Jump Steady, my homey fuck him what are ya gonna do?
Fuck that bitch, fuck you
Yeah well fuck you, too
Don't bother to analyze these rhymes
In this song I say FUCK 93 times
Fuck the president
Fuck your welfare
Fuck your government, and fuck Fred Bear
Fuck Nugent, like anybody gives a fuck
You like to hunt a lot, SO FUCKING WHAT!
Fuck disco
Count or Monty Crisco
Fuck Sisqo, and Jack and Jerry Brisco
And fuck everyone that went down with the Titanic, in a panic
I'm like, FUCK YOU ALL!!!!
If I only could I'd set the world on fire
Say fuck the world
FUCK THE WORLD!
If I only could I'd set the world on fire
Fuck 'em all
FUCK 'EM ALL
If I only could I'd set the world on fire
Say fuck the world
FUCK THE WORLD!
If I only could I'd set the world on fire
Fuck them all
FUCK THEM ALL
Fuck Celine Dion, and fuck Dionne Warwick
You both make me sick, suck my dick
Fuck the Berlin wall, both sides of it
And fuck Lyle Lovett, whoever the fuck that is
Fuck everybody in the hemisphere
Fuck them across the world
And fuck them right here
You know the guy that operates the Rouge River draw bridge
In Del Ray on Jefferson?
FUCK HIM!
Fuck your idea
Fuck your gonarrhea
Fuck your diarrhea
Rocky Maivia
Fuck your wife, your homey did
He's fucking you
Fuck the police, and the 5- 0 too
Fuck Spin, Rolling Stone, and fuck Vibe
Fuck everybody inside
Whoever's on the cover, fuck his mother
Fuck your little brothers homey from around the way
And fuck Violent J
*Gun*Shot*

I paint my face every year all day
the 31st aint nothin to me, another holiday
all of a sudden face paintin's in style
And I've been doin ever since Gilligan's Island was on
but try to live all year though
try pickin up a chick when your painted up like a wierdo
im 68 years old I still trick or treat
you think I care? shit I'm trying to find somethin to eat
and tell your old ladies to keep your pennys
if it aint above a quarter, don't even bother
im sick of these little kids to I know you did it
put a brick in your bag and hit me in the head with it
and then they take my candy and diss
"look what I got from the fat guy painted like kiss!"
all year I'm a psycho uh huh I see
but every halloween, you wanna be me!
theyyyyyyyyy
every halloween
they want to be meee
theyyyyyyyyy
every halloween
they want to be meee
a gorila, a buffer fish and a bag lady
all made love and had a little baby
and supposedly I'm the one
but at this point thats only purely speculation
on halloween people smile at me
the rest of the year, they dial the police
they kick me off there lawn and shoot me off there cars
but on halloween there giving me candy bars
trick or treat it's 5:30 in the morning
im still out..im standing on your lawn
and I'm lookin through your window
*tap tap* I see a gummy bear on the table, ya gonna eat that?
my paint don't come off, and if it did
you think I'm scary now, shiiit
I look like frankenstein thats been slaped with ugly
yet children hug me on halloween
theyyyyyyyyy
every halloween
they want to be meee
theyyyyyyyyy
every halloween
they want to be meee
3 6 4 people hate my guts
on halloween though, they wanna ride my nuts
they dress up as monsters, freaks, and clowns
and pass jelly bears, goobers, and suckers around
they next day when I try to trick or treat
it's get off the porch or i'll call the cops you freak
I don't understand you people but that's ok
i'll see you all next time you try to be Violent J
theyyyyyyyyy
every halloween
they want to be meee
theyyyyyyyyy
every halloween
they want to be meee
theyyyyyyyyy
every halloween
they want to be meee
theyyyyyyyyy
every halloween
they want to be meee
(well I don't care)
(well I don't care)
(well I don't care)

I've lived one hell of a life
If youre to take it tonight.
I've lived the life of a king.
But so much to darken my life.
Looking 360 Degrees
200,000 diseased
How can I lay back and chill
so many down on their Knees
But then again who am I
I'm just some typical guy
I ain't no fuckin hero
I've just been wondering why
I've seen some children crossing the bridge
What kind of life did they get to live
What kind of choice do they get to make
What if it was a childs mistake
I never question the book
but lets say I live by the book
I'd never eat meat on Tuesdays
How much bigger would my wings look
I try to pray everyday
but sometimes get lost on the way
I've seen the holiest spirit
so much to mislead the way
I've gave the visions I got
I've been told I'm gonna rot
Inside the devils intestines
I'm still here holding my spot
I've just been wondering why
I've just been wondering why
I've seen some children crossing the bridge
what kind of life did they get to live
what kind of choice do they get to make
what if it was a childs mistake
come on and open up your door
What if it's a purgatory door?
come on and open up your door
What if it's a purgatory door?
I've seen some children crossing thy bridge
what kind of life did they get to live
what kind of choice do they get to make
what if it was a childs mistake
I've seen some children crossing thy bridge
what kind of life did they get to live
what kind of choice do they get to make

(Intro)
Go step to them bitches over there
[Anybody Killa:] Fuck that, you go step to them bitches.
[Syn:] ......For what?
[Violent J:] Man, look out y'all
[Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope:]
Wibble wabble bumble boo, i'm Violent J nice to meet you,
hop and jump thy cherry pump, (cherry syrup on ice cream) yum.
What you say i buy you some, what's your name bitch, where you from?
You know me but don't be scared, (bloody hands are weird)
i know, don't front girl you like us thugs, very scary, carney, scrubs,
you don't want no richie faggot, (i think of shaggy when he tag it)
That's all good i'll hook you up Send your shit, i'll look you up,
you met J though he goes first/ Yea cause that's just how it works slut
I can put aside my axe, give your butt a couple smacks,
once you let me all up in, your lucky if we'll meet again.
[Zug Izland Chorus:]
I don't wanna lemon ben and jerry, baby
Don't you wanna
I don't wanna tropicana dairy baby
Don't you wanna
I don't wanna coconut flurry baby
Don't you wanna mix?
[Juggalos:]
Cotton Candy and.....
[Juggalettes:]
Popsicles!
[Shaggy 2 Dope and Violent J:]
You from Dallas,Texas right? You must be girl, you look tight,
plus you rock a grip of ass,(thank you shaggy sweetness),
thank you nothin' let me hit it, truffle shuffle, waffle biscuit,
whatever that was we ate cost me like $13.58,
(sugar bear, i'm worth all that) shit, bitch i'll smack you call me that,(what?)
call me shaggy southwest thug, juggalo isle of zug
Do him what you did to me, with your tongue ring and your teeth,
(only when in private) you think i wanna see his dick? peace!
Put your candy down, let me show your tongue around,
here's my popsicle and balls, get on your knees and go for yours.
[Zug Izland Chorus:]
I don't wanna watermelon cherry baby
Don't you wanna
I don't wanna tropicana berry baby
Don't you wanna
I don't wanna blue banana sherry baby
Don't you wanna mix?
[Juggalos:]
Cotton Candy and.....
[Juggalettes:]
Popsickles!?
I don't wanna lemon ben and jerry, baby
Don't you wanna
I don't wanna tropicana dairy baby
Don't you wanna
I don't wanna coconut flurry baby
Don't you wanna mix?
[Juggalos:]
Cotton Candy and.....
[Juggalettes:]
Popsickles!
[DJ Shaggy 2 Dope puttin' it down juggalo mix style:]
Southwest Side bitch! bader than bad
Cause i'm from motown
Bader than bad
Cuz i'm from motown
Cause i'm from motown
Southwest Side bitch!
Give it to 'em, give it to 'em, yeah.
Time to get busy in this mother fucker... [Chorus repeats]

You learn fast
I'm no cherry honey
It's just that you're so damn big
Well you should have known, you fucking nympho bitch.
Please be gentle, ooh you bastard, ohh you prick!
I need a bitch, a special bitch,
I need a bitch who pussy poppin booty switch
I need a bitch, fellatio, on the freeway with my pedal to the floor
I need a bitch, like cherry pie, I need a bitch like Bushwig Bill needs an eye
I need a bitch, a alcoholic, I need a bitch puking bend over my toilet
A bitchy bitch, bitch about nothing, I need a bitch to jizm in her belly-button
I need a bitch, a prostitute, she fucks my homies, and we can split the loot
I need my cherry pie
Baby, I want you, baby, I want my cherry pie,
Baby, I want you, baby, I need my cherry pie,
Baby, I want you, baby, give me my cherry pie,
Baby, I want you, baby my cherry cherry pie,
I need a bitch, what kind of bitch?
A bitch fresh out the pan, fresh out the pan
I need a bitch like Harlem Williams needs a chin (uh oh)
I need a bitch, a mental case
She catch me cheating, shoot us both in the face (bang bang)
I need a hoe who can use me for my money (ching ching)
I need a bitch like like Chris Candedo's baby Sunny (whoo whoo)
I need a freak,(need a freak) like cherry pie (like cherry pie)
Like cookie cream, lemon ch-ch cherry pie
I need a woman to let me hit it
In the bushes raw at the herpe clinic (whut?)
I need a bitch, (need a bitch) who like to fight (who like to fight)
And get her nose ring ripped out like everynight (oww bitch!)
I need my cherry pie
Baby, I want you, baby, I want my cherry pie,
Baby, I want you, baby, I need my cherry pie,
Baby, I want you, baby, give me my cherry pie,
Baby, I want you, baby my cherry cherry pie,
I need a bitch in a cheap hotel
So I don't know which one to blame for the smell
I need a bitch, that doesn't care,
She likes to finger fuck her booty in the mirror
My cherry pie, my cherry pie
My cherry pie, my cherry pie
My cherry pie with lovin jello cherry pie, ch-cherry pie
I need a bitch who can runa
A bitch who suck on dick like Eminem's moma
I need a bitch, (bitch) I need a slut (slut)
I need a bitch who like banana's in her butt
I need a bitch, (I need a bitch)
Now more than ever (now more than ever)
I need a bitch who gots a head that I can sever
I need my cherry pie
Baby, I want you, baby, I want my cherry pie,
Baby, I want you, baby, I need my cherry pie,
Baby, I want you, baby, give me my cherry pie,
Baby, I want you, baby my cherry cherry pie,
For a cocksmen, you rate for the best
Ha, coming from you, that's a hell of a compliment right now
I hate to see you go.
Who's leaving?
You dumb bitch
Baby, I want you, baby, I want my cherry pie,
Baby, I want you, baby, I need my cherry pie,
Baby, I want you, baby, give me my cherry pie,
Baby, I want you, baby my cherry cherry pie,
Baby, I want you, baby, I want my cherry pie,
Baby, I want you, baby, I need my cherry pie,
Baby, I want you, baby, give me my cherry pie,
Baby, I want you, baby my cherry cherry pie

Story time, bitch!
All across the East Side
What? I represent Delray!
Delray!
South West Side!
This Gypsy aunt of mine
You're the lucky one
She died and left behind
An ancient piece of time
I didn't know what it was
You're the lucky one
Knuckle deep in dust
Edges played with rust
I started to get pissed
You're the lucky one
This lamp is all I get
A worthless piece of shit
But once I rubbed it clean
You're the lucky one
A genie popped on the scene
Brought true my every dream
I was like
BLAAAM! Free hoes
BLAAAM! Nyquil
BLAAAM! Faygo
Anything I want
I was like
BLAAAM! Sharp axe
BLAAAM! Good weed
BLAAAM! Hot tracks
Everything I need
Now I'm in a fizzle
You're the lucky wizzle
Hotties on the wizzle
Still a juggalizzle
I drive a platinum car
You're the lucky one
It has a tennis court and a bar
You know who I are
Money out the ass
You're the lucky one
I'm wishing while it last
Genie's moving fast
I want my
BLAAAM! Free bank
BLAAAM! Necks cut
BLAAAM! My shank
Anything I want
I want my
BLAAAM! Hot wings
BLAAAM! Good weed
BLAAAM! Big thangs
Everything I need
Now I am a king
You're the lucky one
I have everything
Nothing's challenging
Nothing makes me proud
You're the lucky one
I stand out in the crowd
While others beg out loud
I remember when
You're the lucky one
Money was so thin
But dreams were all up in
Looking at my lamp
You're the lucky one
Would I give it all back?
Shit, fool, give me that
I'll be like
BLAAAM! Bitch slaps
BLAAAM! Cheap wine
BLAAAM! Dub H (waffle house)
Anything I want
I'll be like
BLAAAM! Half pipe
BLAAAM! Good weed
BLAAAM! Moonlight
Everything I need
I'll be like
BLAAAM! Free hoes
BLAAAM! Nyquil
BLAAAM! Faygo
Anything I want
I'll be like
BLAAAM! Sharp axe
BLAAAM! Good weed
BLAAAM! Hot tracks
Everything I need
BLAAAM!
The moral of the story is
BLAAAM!
Those who never had shit
BLAAAM!
And then get shit
WHAT?
Need to get shit
BLAAAM!
So if you got shit
BLAAAM!
Or you need shit
BLAAAM!
Get some shit
GO GET YOUR SHIT
Fuck this shit

Just a minute ladies and gentlemen. I think something is happening. The planet earth is third outermost planet of nine planets orbiting a single sun.
A long time ago in a far away galaxy, alien dope fiends ran out of weed. They built a ship with a cannabis radar, before they left they pulled troops with Darth Vader. We told them of a planet where the dank shit grows and hydroponics is a science that everyone knows, so they set out on a mission to a planet called earth on a neverending quest to get their herbs. We're on a neverending quest to get high. We're on a neverending quest to get high. It's a weed war and somebody's gonna die.

"This is a Channel 7 news breif because the news is happening now."
"Hello, Morque Perkins reporting. Our top story tonight, police and
investigators are still trying to figure out how and why somebody
stole 4 dead bodies from the Wayne County morgue late Monday night.
Police say, the apparent body theif entered through the basement
window, but how he alluded the security and alarm system is still a
mystery. But what we at Channel 7 are wondering, what kind of sick
fuck would steal 4 dead bodies anyway? Details at 11."
Dead bodies, dead bodies all over the street
Fifty-five, sixty-five bodies at least
I hang with the stiffs till the break of dawn
I'm always finding bodies when I'm mowing the lawn
Drag em in the house, throw em in the oven
Wicked clown lovin that dead body gloven
Tastes like chicken finger lickin deep fried
I ate a dead body, but don't tell, I lied
I just ate my first dead body last week
Still gots the finger nail caught in my teeth
Before you start yelling and cursing my name
Remember something's wrong with my brain, insane
Second I was born, doctor threw me 'gainst the wall
Kicked open the door and he whipped me down the hall
I'm sliding and I'm bouncing off shit like a hockey puck
And my mother's like "What the fuck?!"
He said I was born of an alien race
Born with a hatchet and a juggalo face
But I'm not a martian, you wouldn't understand
I'm just the dead body man
"We got bodies, dead bodies
We got fat ones, skinny ones
Males, females, hermaphrodites
We got somebodies, we got nobodies
Bodies, bodies, bodies, woo!"
Dead bodies, dead bodies in the back of my van
All the little kiddies love the dead body man
I drive through my neighborhood ringing my bell
Some people run cuz they don't like the smell
Others line up just as quick as they can
To try and catch a glimpse of the dead body man
It's all good, if you can stand the funk, but ah
Just don't look in the trunk
I drive down Central kickin the bass
Chillin with my freaks and I'm picked her face
Maggots and bugs like to crawl on her head
Cuz my bitch is dead, I'd rather that instead
Than a ho you can't trust, always diggin a nut
A dead body bitch learns to keep her mouth shut
Riding in the back is my dead body crew
Only they can never think of nothing to do
If you think I'm sick take a look at yourself
You got dead deer heads up on your shelf
On your key chain is a little baby rabbit's hand
I'm just the dead body man
"We also collect dead bodies
So, if you know any dead people
Or you yourself are planning on dying soon
We'll be happy to come to your house
And pay cash for it
We appreciate good healthy stiff
For our dinner
Woohoo!"
Call me the dead body man (some one give em to me)
Call me the dead body man (just sell em to me)
Call me the dead body man (you can mail em to me)
Call me the dead body man (br-bring em to me)
Call me the dead body man (won't ya give em to me)
Call me the dead body man (just sell em to me)
Call me the dead body man (just mail em to me)
Call me the dead body man (br-bring em to me)
Call me the dead body man (you can give em to me)
Call me the dead body man (you can sell em to me)
Call me the dead body man (won't ya mail em to me)
Call me the dead body man (you can bring em to me)

Let's meet contestant number one
He's a schizophrenic, serial killer clown
Who says, woman love his sexy smile
Let's find out if his charm will work on Sharon
Sharon, what's your question?
Contestant number one,
I believe first impressions last forever
So let's say you were to come over to my parent's house
And have dinner with me and my family
Tell me what you would do to make
That first impression really stick
CONTESTANT NUMBER 1
Let's see hmmm, well, I'd have to think about it
I might show up in a tux, HA!, but I doubt it
I'd probably just show up naked like I always do
And look your momma in the eye and tell her, FUCK YOU!!!
Hurry up bitch, I'm hungry, I smell spaghetti
I'd pinch her lupy ass and tell her, Get the food ready!
Your dad'll start tripping and get me pissed
I'd have to walk up and bust him in his fucking lips!
It's dinner time, we hearing grace from your mother
I pull a forty out and pour some for your little brother
I'm steady staring at your sister, I'll tell you this
For only 13, she got some big tits
After that, your dad will probably jump again
But only this time, I'd put the forty to his chin
After your mom does the dishes and the silverware
I'd dry-fuck her till I nut in my underwear
Now, let's meet contestant number two
He's a psychopathic, deranged, crackhead freak
Who works for the Dark Carnival
He says women call him stretch nuts
Sharon, let's hear your question
I like a man who's not afraid to show his true emotions
A man who expresses himself in his own special way
Number two, if you fell in love with me
Exactly how would you let me know?
CONTESTANT NUMBER 2
First thing, I could never love you
You sound like a richie-bitch, yo, FUCK YOU!!!
But if I did, I'd probably show you that I care
By taking all these other mother fuckers outta here
I'd go through your phone book, and whack em all
And find contestant number one and break his fucking jaw
WHAT?!
Anyone who looked at you, would have to pay
I'd be blowing fucking nuggets off all day
I'd grab your titties and stretch em down past your waist
Let em go, and watch em both spring up in your face
I'd sing love songs to you, the best I can
Get you naked, and hit it like a CAVEMAN!!!
When we go to the beach and walk through the sand
I throw a little in your face and say, I'm just playin
As you spit it all out, I'd rub your back
And grab your underwear and wedge it up your ass crack!!
Well it sounds like contestant number two
Is just over-flowing with sensitivity, Sharon
It's a tough choice so far
Sharon, let's have your last question and
See which one is going to win the rights to your neden
Okay, if we were at a dance club, and you both noticed me at the
same time. Tell me, how would you each get my attention, and what would
your pick up line be? Well, whoever's the smoothest wins!
CONTESTANT NUMBER 2
Okay, first I'd slide up to the bar
And tell you that I can't believe how fucking fat you are
I'd tell that I like the way you make your titties shake
And if you lost a little weight, you'd look like Rikki Lake!
CONTESTANT NUMBER 1
Fuck that, you'd be jacking me quick
I'd order you a drink and stir it with my dick
And then to get your attention in the crowded place
I'd simply walk up and stick my nuts in your face
Yeah, freak with your nuts, yo, that'll get her
Tell her that's she fat, yeah, that'll work even better
Look, fuck you, I got a strong rap
CONTESTANT NUMBER !
Shit, you don't want contestant number two
He's mad-wack
I walk into a barn and there he was
Standing up on a bucket, eww, trying to fuck it
It was a big fucking smelly, ass farm llama
Damn dawg! how you gonna diss your momma?!

"Serial slaughtering stranglers
Jugging Juggling juggalos
Folded, fat, floppy-tittied freaks
I C fuckin P's in the haugh"
Abracadabra boom shacka dae
I'm Violent J, and I'm back like a vertebrae
And I come with a hat full of tricks
Trunk full of Faygo, car full of fat chicks
Hahahahahahahaha, fuck you
Wicked clowns, we'd like to say what up to
The Cobra's, X-men, and Counts, and everybody with clown luv
Even sets I've never heard of
Roll into town, and out with the big top
Four cards down, and two more still to drop
And when it does, I pack up and hit the road
Cuz I don't wanna see your head explode
Toss me an axe, and I'll toss you a dead chicken
Add a buck, you get a two-liter with em
And when the genie says on with the show
It's hokus pokus jokers, Great Milenko.
Once again, the psychotic carnival creatures in the haugh
Hokus pokus, joker's ride, come take a spin on a carnie ride
Southwest slithering snakes of darkness come
Hokus pokus, joker's ride, come take a spin on a carnie ride
Shazam BAM, shocka locka lokey
Shaggy the clown back like scoliosis
Call me a psycho-skitso freak
And I'll call you by your name (dick-anus)
Cuz I can give two shits and a fuck
I bounce down Verner in a popcorn clown truck
I'm a circus ninja southwest voodoo wizard.
I grab your gizzard
Jump on the carpet, let's take a spin
Everybody's waitin for the show to begin
Up to the top, by the neck, and let you go
Try to land in a glass of Faygo
Uh, you suck, you missed the fuckin glass
Broken neck, and busted your fuckin ass
But the genie says on with the show
Hokus Pokus Jokers, Great Milenko.
What awaits you after death, rub the lamp and explore
Hokus pokus, joker's ride, come take a spin on a carnie ride
Enter Milenko's Fun House, walk right through the wretched hall
Hokus pokus, joker's ride, come take a spin on a carnie ride
"Fuck em all, fuck em all
Clown dawg, freak dawg
Joker dawg, Milenko dawg"
Fidgets of joker's cards blasting in your mother's face
Hokus pokus, joker's ride, come take a spin on a carnie ride
Rude Boy and Chucky down wit the clown
First time we ever went to Mexican Town
I remember, we couldn't pay the bill, they got hot
And beat us down in the fuckin parking lot
Tall Jess, Jump Steady, and Nate the Mack
Tagged ICP by the train tracks
And it was on, the dawn of a new day
Magical carpets screaming down the freeway
Walked in a gypsy's tent with a food stamp
And walked out with a magical lamp, yeah
I met Milenko, he gave me 3 wishes
That night, I fucked 3 fat bitches
Then get the fuck with it, forget it
I'll rip your face off, and wipe my ass with it
When the genie says on with the show
Hokus pokus, jokers, Great Milenko
Climb aboard our magic train and join us inside
Hokus pokus, joker's ride, come take a spin on a carnie ride
Fifty-two villians, hammered town, the show must go on
Hokus pokus, joker's ride, come take a spin on a carnie ride
Giant ladies, bearded ladies, midget ladies, ladies!
Hokus pokus, joker's ride, come take a spin on a carnie ride
Clouds of darkness and underneath them comes the clown
Hokus pokus, joker's ride, come take a spin on a carnie ride

Guess whos comin to your big town
Jugglin Juggalas Jugglin Juggalas
Guess whos comin to your big town
Jugglin Juggalas Jugglin Juggalas
Guess whos comin to your big town
Jugglin Juggalas Jugglin Juggalas
Guess whos comin to your big town
Jugglin Juggalas Jugglin Juggalas
Welcome ladies and gentleman into the demented minds of the Insane Clown Posse
Thank you for joining us for yet another of the many of the amazing exhibits and rides we have to offer you here at the dreaded Dark Carnival
Our story takes place in your city, the characters portray are you and your loved onesso sit back and enjoy our presentation
And remember whats is only our fantasy will one day become your reality and thats our promise to you from all of us here at the world famous Dark Carnival
Guess whos comin to your big town
Jugglin Juggalas Jugglin Juggalas
Guess whos comin to your big town
Jugglin Juggalas Jugglin Juggalas
Guess whos comin to your big town
Jugglin Juggalas Jugglin Juggalas
Guess whos comin to your big town

Crystal Ball
Insane Clown Posse, Twiztid, Dark Lotus Family, Its Our World
Lookin my crystal ball it's alright
Welcome, my curious sisters and brothers
first, put a twenty in the jar with the others
(that's right take a seat)
ain't no smokin in here, I need to keep my ball clear
there spirits in there
(what's your future, someone gonna shoot ya)
will you get your girlfriend back, as if I know that
I can only tell you where your soul is headed
and will remain eternally embedded, the rest forget it
life is nothin but a test to clear
did you have a heart while you where here
and was it sincere?
Your still unravelling your future right now
what kinda person are ya bro, oh, where there you go
you control your own muthafuckin' destiny
I aint lettin' the devil get the best of me
(I'm gonna make it into Shangri-La) golden walls
what's up with you check your own crystal balls
Lookin my crystal ball its allright
Layback, evolve, and I'll be alright
lookin in my crystal ball I'm seein' thugs
both catchin' and firein' slugs
(paper for drugs) I see a man waiting on block cheese in my lawn
(its the same old song)
but when I look into everybody's faces
(smile) there soul is headed other places
and they ain't worried about payin them dues down here
(because they mothafuckin future is crystal clear)
the focus switches to you and it ain't good
all mad cause someone rolls up into the neighborhood
check your self and the judgement was passed, yo, you be in hell
(right up the ass-hole) it will get ya if ya let it
pack your speedo's I hear its hot where you headed
I'm trying to tell ya now (when the grim reaper calls)
you don't wanna be asked out grippin' your crystal balls
Lookin my crystal ball its alright [x3]
Lay back, evolve, and Ill be alright
look into my crystal ball its all black
and everybody's frozen in time front to back
their controlled by the matrix of mind, body and soul
and I'm branded by the system of carnival freekshow
I see the fame analyse cause nothin is the skies
its the same as seein the death in the demons eyes
I'm high in my sites, from the truth of my crystal ball
believe me when I say we comin for all of ya'll
look deep into my crystal ball
see the dead smokin on trees and drinking alcohol
underneath the street beneath the concrete
if you listen to the night you can hear my heart beat
all painted up buried in a axe and shit
juggalo love got each others backs and shit
encased in glass for the whole world to see
am I inside, or is the crystal ball inside of me
Lookin my crystal ball its alright x8
Layback, evolve, and Ill be alright
[fades out]
rain comes down (Lookin my crystal ball its alright)
[repeats until song ends]

I choke....nope, nah, hold up.
Aight, listen....Fucking go!!
I stab you with an umbrella, and then open it!
(Nooo!!)
Cause I'm sick like a diseased Etheopian!!
(That shit's wack...aight, fuck that....aight, hold up....aight, c'mon....WAIT A SECOND!! LISTEN!!)
I'll peel your cap back with a cannonball
I buck them all
Fuck them all
(Yeah!)
We standing tall
(Whooooo!!)
Three 6 Mafia!! (Yes!! Yes!!) Insane Clown Posse and
Twiztid... (Noooo!!)
We used to--we used to--
We used to rob for them petty thangs
Like a gold chain
Or a mothafucking pinky ring
Now it's gold cane
If you see me on the dope train
I'm the dope man
Cigarettes in my right hand
Ready to make a stand
Old folks scared of eye gain
Out the window pane
They be looking with a migraine
While I catch a drain
And you know it's a fucking shame
When you in this game
Trying to sell to a sprung lane
I control your brain
To my niggaz, bust glocks, fuck wit' us, bitch see
It's the buckest of the four, bust a trick, make em' bleed
Through his neck, through his back, nigga, cover them hoes
Ain't nuttin' else gon' be workin' when you twirkin' wit' some pros
Automatic with the carrier
Silence on the barrier
Hang them in the closet, kidnap the treasurer
Bandanas on our face from wilding out like some cowboys
Hoe, we need the keys and I'm talking like, now boy!
We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gon' lie
Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos
I'm causing shit with ya, can't come close
We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gonna lie
Put your guards up, show em' who really runnin' the streets with them Calicos
I'm causing shit with ya, can't come close
We the clique that don't play
Quick to rip your head off and hand it to Violent J
And bury it away
I'm on the spree
Killing for free
Without a conscience
Bitches, we on a mission to bomb shit
Twiztid, ICP, with the Triple Six clique
Hoes that pop lip
Can eat a dick
Or get your neck slit
I'm having these memory lapses
Of bodies off in the caskets
With no heads
Monoxide, ruler of the dead
We 50-deep on the lawn
With the Psychopathic leathers on
You say it's on
So come bring it on
We getting crunk at your funerals
Treat us like we criminals
We juggalo individuals
We just another crazy clique
ICP, Twiztid, Triple Six
All up in this bitch
And we running shit
We doing driveby's on all y'all with chainsaws
Pure uncut, redefining rugged and raw
We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gonna lie
Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos
I'll causing shit with ya, can't come close
We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gonna lie
Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos
I'll causing shit with ya, can't come close
Just another crazy clique to fuck around and bury ya
Taking care of ya
We scarier
Than malaria
I walk around your neighborhood like Frankenstein
Choking anybody I find
I'm taking mine
You mothafuckas can't get near it
Cause you fear it
Look at my glass eye, I'm sick like Lou Gerigh
I dunno judo, but I go KEE-YA!!!
Fuck you up so bad, a wheelchair couldn't see ya
Listen....(slllllooooppppp!!)
Ya hear that, slut?
That was me...pulling this dick out ya butt
I'm a juggalo serial killa, steady screaming, "fuck y'all!!"
I stab bitches with a chainsaw
We walk around Compton and Watts beat scrubs up
And right into thugs face, I throw the dubs up
We tearing clubs up, down south from the D
Three Six y'all, Twiztid, and ICP
We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gonna lie
Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos
I'll causing shit with ya, can't come close
We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gonna lie
Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos

"Give God the first portion of your income, say that with me,
Give God the first portion of your income. Give it first!
Not after deducts, not after the social security, and the
hospitilization, and the malnutrition. Not after all these
things on your check you say, I'm gonna give God a little what's
left. You do, and that's what you gonna get from God."
Who am I? I'm not the Devil
I can take you to my level
Above the rocks, above the earth
Tell me what your soul is worth
How much money do you make?
How much will you let me take?
I will give you tranquilty
Just send your wealth and checks to me
Life is going to expire
And your soul will burn in fire
You will perish in the thunder
Unless you call my hotline number
God has asked you to make me rich
Me and my fat-whack gaudy bitch
On your T.V.'s late at night
Send those checks and I'll guide you to the light
"Don't put away your wallets just yet, brothers and sisters. There's
somebody here I'd like all of you to meet. This is little Jonathan.
Jonathan, say hello to the lovely people, (hello). Jonathan has
problems. Twisted neck, tangled legs, crooked spine, but we can heal
this boy. For just, uh, six thousand dollars, we can heal this boy!"
God had called me and then stopped by
And he told me you're gonna die
Unless you buy my holy water
Check, cash, or a money order
This is true, don't question me
I'll even send you shit for free
It's only ten bucks for the call
And I'll send a prayer, no charge at all
Put your lips up to the screen
Close your eyelids and intervene
Your lips to mine, now send the cash
And while you're there, you can kiss my ass
Take your paycheck and send me half
And I'll send you God's autograph
I'll get Allah's and Buddha's too
Even Zeus, I don't give a fuck who
Just send me that money
"Would you like to healed, little Jonathan? (yes, reverand).
You see brothers and sisters, this...(beep-beep beep-beep)
Excuse me. I told you never to page me on a sermon day. Yes?
Uh-huh. Hallalujah. Outty. People, that was the lord, today only,
he will heal this boy, for just five thousand dollars!"
Pass the collection plate (show-show me how you give)
Pass the collection plate (g-give-give, how to live)
Pass the collection plate (show-show-show me how you give)
Pass the collection plate (show me how you give, I'll tell you how to live)
Your total's twenty-two eleven
For your set of keys to heaven
Make the checks out in my name
Me or God, it's all the same
Bring your crippled ass to me
Pay my usher the holy fee
I'll bless your legs and bless your chair
Then wheel your bitch-ass outta here
Now a special ceremony
This part don't cost any money
Drip a drop of blessed water
Now I fertalize your daughter
Even though I fucked a hooker
Took your baby girl and shook her
You still buy everything I sell
And I'm living well
See you in Hell!
"Four-thousand, eight-hundred, nine-hundred, five thousand
Hallalujah, you did it brothers and sisters. Are you ready, Jonathan?
(yes, reverand) Lord Almighty, we've met your price, give me the
healing power, I can feel it, Lord! Roomy loomy lama noma noomy!
This boy is healed. (really?) Now to the naked eye, it would appear
that this boy has not been healed, but I can assure you, this boy's
spirit has been healed. Inside this tangled, mangled frame is a healed

I'm dizzy walkin outta larry's army wear used
With some black leather shoes and desert BDU's
Many boxes of ammo, i got the camo face paint
Barricaded the tower doors, safe this place ain't
Up to the top, i can see the whole planet it would seem
The sun is beatin on my head as i'm livin my horror dream
Up-chucked a couple times then i finally took aim
A man is chattin on his cell phone, i spattered his brain
A lovely couple started runnin, all the sudden she tripped
He kept right the fuck without her, like he never missed a step
I snapped one to his head, he fell dead to his knees
Then his wife was right there to retrieve the car keys
Not many notice at first, although some do start to scatter
Pluggin iron in they back, who they are it doesn't matter
There's a psychopathic, way up in the tower somewhere
And when they think they outta range [gunshot] poof they hair
[chorus]
And it was hot that day (someone's in the tower)
So fuckin high (shooting from the tower)
And it was hot that day (someone's in the tower)
So fuckin high
I shot the lady in the ass and the kid on the grass
And the daddy on the swing through the lens in his glasses
First cop on the scene will be commended for his services
For now he holds his throat and scream "i didn't deserve this"
The tower too high, i'm bringin shot from above
Cuz my head's a battle royale of serpents, snails, and bugs
I'm quadarpolar, though my snipers scope i see the enemy
The world ain't never been my friend and never pretended to be
I fought in two wars, my country left me poor and sick
Leg missin, agent orange and an un-useable dick
So as i reload, my trigger finger's frozen cold
From squeezing so hard my reason is no control
Warped soul, look at that, pap-pap-krack
Three frat college boys flat, dead on they back
And they lady tryin to hide behind the dead fat guy
Just got one plucked in her eye
[chorus]
And it was hot that day (someone's in the tower)
So fuckin hot (shooting from the tower)
And it was hot that day (someone's in the tower)
So fuckin hot...
I'm finally at war again, only i ain't takin orders
200 yards below, i'm taggin targets, small as quarters
Marksman, sniper, military precision
Spotlight on the tower, tryna nullify my vision
My eyeballs keep rollin in the back of my head
Practicing for any minute when i'm actually dead
They put the tape up, these people think they outta my view
But still, i'm steady pluggin sleepin pills off into them too
I see in strobe light vision and i'm way beyond a panic
My only skill is murder and i'm stuck on automatic
Sweatin profusely, bleedin outta my ears
Their shots are missing by fragments, bullets shavin my hairs
And yet my aim is remarkable, i'm peggin these duck
One by one, jumpin out of those SWAT team trucks
I see the major activity, i'm caughing a chao
Mad... my life went out with a flash
[chorus]
And it was hot that day (someone's in the tower)
So fuckin hot (shooting from the tower)
And it was hot that day (someone's in the tower)
So fuckin hot...
And it was hot that day, so fuckin hot
It shouldn't get that hot, humid and hot
Beatin down on us, so fuckin hot
Too fuckin hot that day, just too fuckin hot
How can it get that hot, how can it be that hot?

Great Milenko (Ha Ha ha Ha Ha)
Great Milenko (Hm hm Hm hm Ha ha ha ha)
Great Milenko (Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha)
Great Milenko (Hm hm Hm hm Ha ha ha ha)
Come one, come all, and witness magic!
I introduce to you an occult sorcerer
Of the ancient craft of Necromancy
A caster of mind-bending illusions
From the nether void of the shadow walkers
A soul from Shangra La, The Great Milenko
Great Milenko (Ha Ha ha Ha Ha)
Great Milenko (Hm hm Hm hm Ha ha ha ha)
Great Milenko (Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha)
Great Milenko (Hm hm Hm hm Ha ha ha ha)
Ladies and Gentlemen
Witness the keeper of arcane, wicked voodoo magic
A beguiler of spells, hexes, and curses
With the help of potions, talismans, and ancient relics
From the forbidden realms of the Dark Carnival
Ladies and Gentlemen
The Great Milenko
Great Milenko (Ha Ha ha Ha Ha)
Great Milenko (Hm hm Hm hm Ha ha ha ha)
Great Milenko (Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha)

I C P the wicked clowns and Project Born
Serial Slaughtering motherfuckers in the graveyard
Tick to the motherfuckin tock
Nigga the click from Project Born and ICP are here to rock
Nigga trippin in the graveyard
Just don't try to play hard
It will be your ass up on the block
Up on the block when I start pullin cards
Cuz J will be the barrier
2 Dope will be the carrier
And Project Born is wworn to put a bullet in your derriere
It's time to wake the dead and dead and move
And then they woke up a lot of souls
And hope to hell with the Nitty folk
Cuz I be dreamin I'm dead and gone
And on the fucken tooth I miss
Mr. Nitty 74 to 94 took two to the head
Tryin to be hard to get you there
A nine milla mil will put you there
Punk ass nigga do your hair six motherfuckers will carry you there
It'll side your fate, if I'm movin I be hurtin ya
I'm puttin on way to much drinks so it is curtains for ya
Bitches I'm a blast and the bitches are never after
These punk ass thinks he's tryin to throw the casket
on the masta, I'm fasta
You should of tried to beat me to the ticker yo
I don't give a fuck if Mr. Nitty bein hoe
Don't risk your neck from the brother on the boulevard
G-r-a-v-e-y-a-r-d bitch it's the graveyard
Stop into the graveyard been chillen here for days
Workin the graveyard shift diggen up all the graves
Sellin all the stiff to the Dead Body Man
One came back to life so then I began to ran
The decrepit motherfucker was followin right behind
I don't know what to do, I think I'm losin my mind
Right then the corpse came jumpin out a tree
Way out a tree, and fallin on top of me
Back on my feet, a zombie in my face
Put my hands around his neck and tried to put it in a brace
But a nope, that's not how the shit goes
His head poped off and started nibblin on my toes
I got dead bodies to the right
I got dead bodies to the left
I done took care of one, but what about the rest?
Tie me up with some veins draggin me into the tomb
I knew I had to be doomed
Cause I can hear the loons in my head
Clear as day, echoin through my brain
Tellin me somthin's wrong then I felt the pain
It was nockin down my flesh by the pound
But that's what happens
when you be fuckin around in the graveyard, dawg
Come to the graveyard now you see what's goin on
You scarder then a motherfucker shouldn't of brought your ass along
It ain't no place to hide, and it ain't no place to run
And plus I pack a bible, a shovel, and a shot gun
Don't you point your finger though ICP don't ride a hearse
You think it's over now, but now it's gonna get much worse
Deadly hows I play the game, nothin else can fuck with that
See you wanna don't know what you got, you better duck with that
The dead will come alive and decapitate your fuckin head
Now I gotta wake the dead, sleepin on the death bed
Mr. Nitty gonna dig a ditch, to you and your fuckin bitch
I'm stealin for the broken hoe
Suck on my dick you rich hoe
Your daddy got a job and he treat me like a bum
But I'm a let his ass know, he can come and get some
And he ain't mean shit to me, comin from the PJP
The Project Born assassin but you best be watchin me
Cause I'm diggin graves, graves is what I'm diggin
I can't believe this shit, this niggas still liven
So why you gonna play hard? Brother blow your hole card
And I'll go slap your ass with the shovel in the graveyard
My name is Violent J and I be sleeping in a coffin
Deep underground, never to be found
Then my body rots as I'm sleepin in peace
Cuz nobody dares to ever wake the deceist
But who is this motherfucker knockin at my tomb?
Disturbin the worms that are tryin to consume, my body
It better be somebody worthy, bastard
Oh, he he, it's the Ringmaster
Givin me orders to awake from the dead
My body is decayed I need to find a new head
And a new leg, but then I'll be straight
To crawl from the dirt, and put in some work
One o'clock one thirty, two in the morning
Wicked Clowns ICP and Project Borning
At the graveyard I got the whole wide world in my hands
Cuz I'm the Dead Body Man
Wicked, Wicked Jokers, Wicked Jokers, Wicked Fun
F-L-I-N-T and T and Southwest become one
And in the name of the dead you got dealt yet another joker card

I really aint got no wins
Thats all right
I never had nothin to spin playa
Thats still all right
I aint got to many friends
Thats all right
I dont know when a story begins either
Your the man tonight
Be sure you wanna do this
Cause once your down your down
Bitch you can make it through this
Ladies and gentlemen gather around
See a oddity a ramity a human fear
Stragin juggalagin and yet so real
I really aint got no wins
Thats all right
I never had nothin to spin playa
Thats still all right
I aint got to many friends
Thats all right
I dont know when a story begins either
Your the man tonight
Im walking though a battlefield
But i know my shit is tight
Looking for the bullet holes
Each one is beaming light
You gotta be real with it
Get drill with it dont let it disappear
You aint feelin it you cant deal with it
You feel tricked? well
I really aint got no wins
Thats all right
I never had nothin to spin playa
Thats still all right
I aint got to many friends
Thats all right
I dont know when a story begins either
Your the man tonight
Funny thing is some people think we give a fuck
I wouldent give a fuck if a dump truck full of pump bucks
Nope i wouldent give none
Tvidea media and radio
Only reason while i carry a gun
Were here to let you know there is a better place to go
I really aint got no wins
Thats all right
I never had nothin to spin playa
Thats still all right
I aint got to many friends
Thats all right
I dont know when a story begins either
Your the man tonight
I really aint got no wins
Thats all right
I never had nothin to spin playa
Thats still all right
I aint got to many friends
Thats all right
I dont know when a story begins either

[Shaggy 2 Dope:]
When I was a little boy they used to laugh at the mini bus
We was special wasn't many of us
Where did we get to go all day? We went to happy land
See me pressed up on the glass smillin' waving my hand
I like y'all in a hurry tryin' ta get to go where y'all go
Our little special yellow bus grip through town extra slow
We don't get shot in our class we happy all damn day
You see the little yellow bus comin' fuck out the way
[Violent J:]
I'm in the little yellow bus who wants us to pick 'em up
Come on
Scoop us up
Come on and scoop us up
I'm in the little yellow bus who wants us to pick 'em up
Come on
Scoop us up
Come on and scoop us up
[Shaggy 2 Dope:]
All these bitches never see me I waggle my penis
I'm ridding in the little yellow bus 'cause I'm a fucking genius
We got our own class and y'all ain't got ta pass
You might see us threw window if ya cut across the grass
But that's all you will get we on some high level shit
Get back to your class with the masses where you're easy to forget
I'm in the little yellow bus ridding on that bitch laughing
Oblivious to the wicked world outside and what's happenin'
[Violent J:]
I'm in the little yellow bus who wanna ride wit me
Come on
Scoop us up
Come on and scoop us up
I'm in the little yellow bus who wanna ride wit me
Come on
Scoop us up
Come on and scoop us up
[Shaggy 2 Dope:]
Lights flash when we grippin' by 'cause we in here whillin'
We livin' on our own shit while y'all worry 'bout stylin'
We ridin' on past sometimes haters try to diss us
By we so fucking happy we can't help but let it miss us
We floating on the chain we ain't gotta maintain
We in our little yellow bus 'cause we ain't the same
We out here bendin' corners and we ain't fucking with stress
And where we're headed that's for only us to know and you to guess
[Violent J:]
I'm in the little yellow bus who wants us to pick 'em up
Come on
Scoop us up
Come on and scoop us up
I'm in the little yellow bus who wants us to pick 'em up
Come on
Scoop us up
Come on and scoop us up
I'm in the little yellow bus who wanna ride wit me
Come on
Scoop us up
Come on and scoop us up
I'm in the little yellow bus who wanna ride wit me
Come on
Scoop us up
Come on and scoop us up
The little yellow bus
Scoop us up
Come on and scoop us up
The little yellow bus
Scoop us up (come on)

One time, the ICP with this shit
For you and your boys to say "fuck yeah" to
Yo, G, kick some of that shit about the wizard and all that
Drop a psycho beat and go on and rap, bald-headed fuck
Aw shit, homeboy, you should of seen me
I was flipped at the party drinking a fifth of MD
Straight passed-out on his mother's bed
With seven cans of brew going through my head
Dreaming, I was sipping on Faygo
With my dope posse, hear comes a tornado
Huh, I can't run no where
Cause the whole damn house was spinning through the air (damn!)
And don't laugh just yet
And it bland my motherfucking eyes bet
And here comes a three and a half foot pimp
With a blue zoo suit and a mack daddy limp
Yo, I gotta grip on my weapon
Cuz this midget motherfucker and his boys are stepping
"Oh my, look at the witch
You crushed and killed that wicked old bitch"
And they saying that I'm doomed
Cuz I killed some ho that rides on a broom
Fuck this, I'm going back to where I stay
And I walking down the yellow brick alleyway
Well, go on motherfucker!
Now I'm roaming just like basshead
Everybody know just where the alley led
And don't say you don't know
Which way to go, yo, there go the scarecrow
I ain't playing this bullshit no more
So I whip out the nickel plated double-four
Best tell my ass how to get back
Or I'll blow the straw out your fucking head
You wanna see the wizard?
Fuck yeah, I do
Get me off this pole and I'll come with you
You know the wiz
Yeah, its the road for him
Then he gave me on a 'gene
Now I gotta bullet for him
So me and the crow was walking on bricks
Spitting and cussing and holding our dicks
Thinking, damn, this ain't how the movie goes
I ain't seen one motherfucking rainbow
Ain't a fresh pair of kicks in the land
Just what you thought, there go the tin man
How to get to the wizard?
What the fuck
I ain't saying shit until you oil me up
I don't see any motherfucking oil, bro
Oil me up with a forty of Red Bull
Huh, just like the book said
Tin Man was stumbling like a crackhead
Old-ass rusted out metal
But we was on our way to see the wizard of the ghetto
"Somewhere over the rainbow"
(Shut the) fuck up, bitch
Damn, this ain't Kansas, ho
This is the southwest motherfucking ghetto zone, bitch
So pick your skank ass up
And you and Toto get the fuck on
Yeah, we've come a long way
Drop the motherfuckers all the way to Del Ray
And I'm a wonder land story book tourist
Gripping that .44 we coming up to the forest
Anything could be out there
Lions, tigers, maybe a bear
Hoods and hoodlums and thieves, oh my
I'm a kick somebody in they fuckin' eye
Don't fuck with me at a time like this
I'll send out a bullet guaranteed won't miss
So I just move and the hooks are flying
You've come and buck with the fucking lion
I want rings, chains, any kind of gold
Or what?
Or I'm a let this nine unfold
Man, fuck this, come back to Del Ray
There you can rob motherfuckers any day
Crackheads, hoes, whatever you can name
Catch all the rich ones coming out the ball game (yeah)
So finally we was at the castle
And with the guards, we got no hastle
They all just got the fuck out our way
I guess even in Oz they know of Violent J
Yo, where's the motherfucking wizard stay
Who wants to know? Violent-psychopath-J
I wanna word with him at gun point
Cuz there's no place like Detroit
Welcome to the wizards kingdom
The Wizard of the Ghetto as its said
Welcome to the wizards kingdom
Sorry, motherfucker, this is where you'll stay
Scarecrow, you ain't shit to me
And the lion ain't shit but a snack for three
Tin Man, don't take me for a sucker
I'll chew your ass up and spit bullets out, motherfucker
We let it rain,
Seventy-nine slugs to his fucking brain
Then I stepped back cool and calm
Cuz the Tin Man was dropping cluster bombs
Everybody know about car jacking
So me and the fellas went home macking
Jumped in a smooth-ass ride
Drop top Geo says "Wiz" on the side
Gripped it back to the hood where we came from
And that shit was fun
Next thing I knew I was back at the party
Got up and was finning to tell everybody
But I just let it pass

Ok class, um, please settle down now,
I'd like to introduce our new student
uhh, uhh Willy Bubba, Willy is from Kentucky, welcome Willy, uh,
I'll be your teacher, my name is Ms. Felby
Well I flopped out of school but I still hang in the halls
So there I was, you'll never guess what I saw
Maybe a chicken, I thought it was a duck
But it was a redneck fuck, so I walked up
"Hey Willy Bubba, hubba-bubba-lubba
My names Violent J, but my homies call me chicken plucker
I been down with the clown since day one, it's day two
I guess I got some plucking to do
In these parts, we tie you to the desk
And all line up and take blows to your chest (punch)
Fists to your chin (punch), kicks to your head (punch)
Last year we killed a kid dead (HAHHH!! oh, my fault...)
Walked in the school, there's hay in the hallway
Leading to your locker, walk up 'n sock ya
Then bounce your head around the class room and act nutty
The teacher walks, and asked everybody (body, body..)
Who kicked Willy Bubba's ass? (I DID!)
Did you do it right here in the class? (SHO' DID!)
Did you punch him in the face, did you slap him in the mouth
Did you kick him in the forehead (YUP, YUP!)
(Nice to get back with a high school crowd where your alive)
Willy Willy Bubba hubba lubba dubba dilly
Tell me why you talk so silly, bitch
You sound like you come from the land of the bigots
Jolly old Dickens, the land of the chickens
I guess you're in season, I'm packing me a .44
Barrels to your head and blow your face out your asshole
POWWW, bitch! I'm Shaggy2Dope
I'm coming for your kin folk, you get your chin broke
And don't cry or run to the teach
She can't understand your redneck-ass speech
If she could, she wouldn't do a thang
'Cuz she's my bitch and she loves to suck my wang
You in trouble Bubba, you better run quick
You too slow, Willy, 'cuz you a fat bitch
I caught up and got my hands all putty
Teacher walks in the class room, and asked everybody (body, body...)
HOOOOOOLD UP! check it out...

ICP and Esham wicked rappers delight 2015
Feins of the wicked shit its time to get hot
Bump your fucking shit up for something wicked shit right
Detroit legendary demon lopatara
Staring you right back through your eyes in the mirror
Blowing out your brains spontaneous combustion
Lyrics like a barrel and cheering out busting
Fire breathing wicked shit melting microphones
Blowing speakers into flames setting fires to your home
How many times you gonna say I need help
Who gives a fuck if I murder myself
I'm thinking suicidal thoughts I shot a gay preacher
I didn't do my homework so I shot my teacher
I dropped out the next day fuck a g.e.d
Then I went and clowned the industry with ICP
Through up the 313 to let them know it was me
Esham is dope ho I'm the king of the D
I stole a fucking firetruck and drove through a Wendy's
All that happen to me was a bullet in the kidneys
I almost died then but look at me I ride again
Whats really happening reality is pretend
You can blow my fucking head off ill just grow another
My brain and my self we don't even know each other
Someone's in the darkness crawling out of my closet door
That's what the nines in the mattress for
Warlocks and witches come and learn from the master
The walls of my home feature body's in the plaster
The dead but sticking out like hon solo when he flows
With my favorite weapons hanging off there fingers and toes
Wicked pimping scary bitches living or dead
All with vampire fangs and they giving me head
Like cemetery girls back dance boogie woogie betty
Her nedens big and blew out like a plate of spaghetti
I'm out cold all my teeth gold
Plus I don't brush them
Quarterback sneaking plus if you rush 'em
Bust em down bust em up steady fucking 'em up
But wait why do I have all this blood on my hands
Blood on my clothes blood on my shoes
I'm on the 10 o clock news for steady
Murdering crews and there point of views
I'm like purple chronic mixed with ass and demonic
In her stomach full of jagermeister ready to vomit
Mirror mirror on the wall tell us who the wicked are
Shaggy E and Jay we in the game and getting ours
Hitting stars in there mouth and bumping off with red necklaces
Wicked reckless nobody expected
Bumping this wicked shit or are you brain dead
I can fly a mutha fucking egg on your head
Break in and tie your fucking feet up to your neck
Shoot you in the back once and kick you down the steps
I blow a crauder in the side of your head
Do the same to your missis while you sleeping in bed
Double murder robbery just another job to me
Rollin in a stolen Buick hookers slobbing me
Known though the farms lands as a duke of the wicked
Always shooting the bigots and booting the chickens
Asking me the wrong question also triggers my disease
They will find your body in Compton in and your head in Hallows, Queens.
The phone rong and on the other end it was the president
I cant talk right now I'm on the toilet taking a shit
I groped the phone I think my cover is blown I'm deep cover
Your wife ordered a pizza from me she got the meat lovers
I'm Johnny bravo the other black get at me ho
I make these hos happy tho 'cause I'm there pappy oh
Its to soon for you to be on my team
But give R Kelly a call I think like 'em 13
I once met a hooker and she did it for free
On the west first bus number 73
All the way in the back she was humping on me
Until I strangled the bitch and stuffed her under my seat
I got off on my stop without as much as a drop of blood
But then I remember I forgot to wear gloves
Now I'm chasing the bus my finger prints are on her neck
STOP! AND GIMME MY DEAD BITCH BACK!
Fucking dead bitches on a wegie board all night
Busting off shots in the club we all fight
Hanging muther fuckers my there neck off of street lites
With there legs cut off trying to read me rights
I wear my CD I'll stick it in your face
Half way sticken out but look it still plays
I stomp when I rap and I shake the whole block
Stick my dick in your ear so you can hear what I got
I was one of those monsters in the video thriller
Known to the world as the pop star killer
And on another part from the part I arose
I'm the crusty ass booger hanging out of your nose
I'm the stink on your toes I'm the weed to your rose
Not one of your friends but one of your foes
And spitting the wicked shit is the life I chose
Do a spin grab my nuts then b boy pose
Chain you up for some tic tacs bloody mess
We the board on your chest and take turns shooting the rest
I win everytime the beat is good with every rhyme
And off with your head if your getting mine
This is esham and the wicked clowns for the vote
We come flying out the dark with a triple moonsault
I through a snowball so hard it replaced your eye

Knock Knock Knock
How horrid to be buried alive
Imagine the terror of being trapped in your own coffin
Your heart beating wildly, every gasping breath
Using up your valuable oxygen
My hand popped up out of the dirt
Crawling out with broken wrists that dont even hurt
My blood wont squirt it's rusty.. dry,
A milipede made it's home in my eye
I'll get by till the wicked Halloween
I'm howl-ing straight dogs follow me
I'm coming home dead man walking
My feet flop Clown Walkin' might make a beat drop
Spend twenty-five years I'm chewing on gum
Wait, I got none I'm chewing on my tongue
Walk, oh my leg snapped off at the knee
I beat a kid in the head with it and stoled his candy
drag myself all the way to my old block
There go my old house, I go "knock"
Trick or treat, some chick opened it up
I stabbed her in the gut, started choking the slut
What happened to the wicked shit
cuz we all walk in Hellawicked
yeah, it's time to get blood
and we get blood in it!
It's time to get blood
and we get blood everywhere!
What happened to the wicked
This real Wicked Hellawicked
Yeah it's time to get blood
and we get blood in it!
It's time to get blood
and we get blood everywhere!
Extremely often, I'm laying in my coffin
but this Halloween the lid's comin' off son
A dead ninja got work to put in
and quite a few assholes to put a foot in
it's been twenty years, I wonder where my bitch at
My dick's still intact, I wanna hit that
aint shit buddy, and this aint a costume
I only live under the light of the Moooon!
Lookin for the bitch in the phonebook
but my only one good eye, it wont work
finally found the address, I'm going there
Lookin like a big Yoda, but I dont care
rang the doorbell with a dead ass rose
long ass worm hangin outta my nose
my bitch got older, look like mick Foley
I killed her, cuz I refuse to die lonely!
come on bitch!
What happened to the wicked shit
This real Wicked Hellawicked
It's time to get blood
and we get blood in it!
It's time to get blood
and we get blood everywhere!
What happened to the wicked
This real Wicked Hellawicked
I'ts time to get blood
and we get blood in it!
It's time to get blood
and we get blood everywhere!
Bring, bring, bring that shit back (the wicked)
bring that shit back
the wicked, Hellawicked
bring, bring, bring that shit back (the wicked)
the wicked shit back (the wicked)
Hellaween
What happened to the wicked
This real Wicked Hellaween
It's time to get blood
and we get blood in it!
It's time to get blood
and we get blood everywhere!
What happened to the wicked
This real Wicked Hellaween
It's time to get blood
and we get blood in it!
It's time to get blood
and we get blood everywhere!
The Wicked Hellaween
The Wicked Hellaween

you don't like the way I am,
you don't like ICP & Twiztid,
always wit a hatchet...Whut,
Fuck You,
this the way I am
I stay Scrubby even though I'm paid, Whut
Dropped out in the sixth grade, Whut
had syphilis three times, Whut
Committed mad felony crimes, Whut
Been a week I ain't washed my ass, Whut
Flunked outta special ed class, Whut
I'd slap John Gotti right here, Whut
But he's locked up now so neea, Whut
Carnivals beyond the dead, Whut
Still attack you without my head, Whut
Scrubatism I'm about, Whut
Slappin baywatch beauties in the mouth, Whut
Stomp ghosts that think they hard, Whut
Pickin fights up at the graveyard, Whut
You don't like me, I make you sick,
Come here and get a mouth full of dick,
cuz I am whut I am
I be whut I wanna be, WHUT
I act how I wanna act, WHUT
I see whut I wanna see, WHUT
I smack who I wanna smack, WHUT
I do whut I wanna do, WHUT
I go where I wanna go, WHUT
fuck you, you , you, and you, WHUT
forever I'm a juggalo, WHUT
I'll slap Michael Jackson's face off, Whut
I spread herpes every time I cough, Whut
I got head lice in my armpits, Whut
I sell nuclear bomb home kits, Whut
In church I'll wrestle a nun, Whut
Fuckin twist ya nipples then run, Whut
I watch my neighbor in the shower,
Then Waggle my dick for a half an hour,
I pour percasets in a bowl, Whut
And eat'em like cereal, Whut
I be that neighborhood creep, Whut
Singin voodoo chants in my sleep, Whut
I put old ladies in head locks, Whut
And run wit they ass for blocks, Whut
I rent studios and don't pay, Whut
(come on shaggy don't play) MIKE?
I am whut I am
Your mamas got a glass tittie wit a screw on nipple, whut
whut, yo mama live in a two story dorito bag,
she got a wooden leg wit a birdhouse in it,
I walk around beggin for change,
and kill mutha fuckaz who look at me strange, Whut
Psychopathic down til I die, Whut
I'll light a cigarette, and put it out in your eye, Whut
Smokes until my lungs explode, Whut
And punch you and ya moms and call ya dad a hoe, Whut
I don't give a fuck if ya hate, Whut
Just don't let me catch you hangin out on my side of the gate, Whut
Talk to the dead on the phone, Whut
If you ain't dead leave me the fuck alone, Whut
I call myself a juggalo, Whut
And scream it everywhere that I go, JUGGALO
Twiztid serial killaz commin to town, Whut
Dark Carnival and down wit the clown, Whut
Twiztid freekshow wickid clown bizzar, Whut

I sell fake dope, it don't even work
Smoke you at 8:00 and won't even twirk
I shoot prostitutes like plastic ducks
Buck, buck, ping! I gives no fucks
Had me a girlfriend and blew her head off
I'm like an underground water-main, I gotta let off(boom)
Bend enemies knees the wrong way
Kick'em in the ass, watch'em crawl all day
I shot...damn...oh
Put a little aids up in....drawers
Then I produce like Superman
Come out asshole naked with my dick in hand
I use cocaine like Kool-Aid mix
Matter of fact y'all I could use a fix
Bitch, you like that hoe?
Now drop to your knees and blow, and who wanna flex?
Who wanna flex wit' this Killa
Big wheela', Dope man, Dope deela'?
Who wanna flex wit' this Killa
Cap peela', Killa', really, really, really, really?
I'm gangsta, like Tweety Bird Loc
Fuck around and get your little bird neck broke
Wait behind fast foods, strapped to kill
Hole in your head for that happy meal
Break in your house, and I jump attack (c'mon)
Get the sledge hammer and I thump yo back
to make my scratch I let bullets fly
Cuz' i'm crooked, like Robert Gibsons eye
You can't see me like tinted glass
Fuck yo woman and kick yo ass
A fucked up hand life dealt me out
So sick Jerry Lewis couldn't help me out
Everything to lose notta thing to gain
Waitin' in your backseat, I bring the pain
Now your laid up like Eminems rap career
Dead in a year, now who wanna flex?
I'll beat'chyo ass like Butterbean
Spend my time in the gutter man
Hatchet in-hand wit' the blackest truck
Your like the L.A. Clippers, you fuckin' suck
Smack ol' ladies out they rockin' chair
Walk this earth withoutta damn care
Jack your car and then run you down
With you next to your grand daddy underground
Deck yo bitch-ass, again and again
'Til Yo face swells up like Don Choleons chin
Wave my flag as I walk your streets
Cuz' your wack, like No Limits beats
Hang out the window chuckin' hand grenades
Got the flame thrower for them morning raids
Stole a space shuttle so I can do a drive-by on the whole planet
Damnit, who wanna flex?
"Who wanna flex wit' this Killa
Cap peela, dopeman, dope deela?
Who wanna flex wit' this killa,
really, really, really, where you at? Rydas,
who wanna flex? who wanna flex wit' this killa? Y2 fuck you!

Drank my last cup of dead body stew
Paint my face, creep up and say BOO!
Nobody knows what I'm about
Walk around town with my guts hanging out
Chewin on toes, fuckin dead hoes
Bark at the moon everytime the wind blows
Why do I do the things that I do?
Who are you? Fuck you, and fuck Jerry Lou too
Fucked your mother at the Motel 8
Fingers in her booty, strawberry shake
Daddy walks in and see the sick clown
Moving his butt-cheeks up and down
Nate the Mack and Jump Steady
Rude Boy, Regis, Kathy Lee
I make rap rhymes and make quick bucks
And everybody sucks my nuts, shucks
Fuck Jazzy Jeff, fuck Jack Jones
Fuck Jazzy Jiff Jeff Jimmy Jack Jones
Why do we do the things that we do?
Who the motherfuck asked you, uh?
Why do we do the things that we do?
Roses ain't red and violet's ain't blue
Why do we do the things that we do?
Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you too
Never had life, always been dead
Gotta metal plate in the back of my head
Lemon drops, lick lollipops
I fuck redneck bitches at truck stops
Clown cutters, much clown luv
Found a body in the bathtub, mmm grub
Fuck the police, fuck Ebin Price
Fuck cop pork chop jiffy pop cops
Grew another head and I had it lopped off
But we still cool, what's up, (what's up, dawg)
Tock-ticky-tock I pack a pig clock
My dingaling swings when I run down the block
No, I don't sing in a rock band
"Gotta smoke, dude, what's up, man"
Fuck John Wayne, fuck Wayne Newton
Fuck two-snooting John Hootin nanny pooping
Why do we do the things that we do?

And we're ready, just remember to be smooth you gotta be faster tho
We gotta go through it faster
Why?
Because we dont have that much space
I'm feeling it
Then we gotta brake it up
The name is Vamiro, go
The name is Vampiro, go Vampiro child of the rancid rechid darkness
Vampiro I truley am a juggalotus manik killa
Super unkown hero
Vampiro
Yea a true hatchet ryda long rain the lotus killers
Then again it's my privlage to power bomb your fucking ass
On a bed of butcher knives motherfucker
Mothafucko
Open up the Pandora's Box bitchboy
And I am 1 of 6 killas, the Jamie Monoxide (Jamie Madrox) oh fuck ok that's that dude from Twiztid
Shaggy (Monoxide) Blaze whut the fucker ever Monoxide (Blaze) Blaze
And of course Violent J
With blood trails drain through the streets of detroit
Like faygo off a juggalos dick motherfucker
(A juggalos body) Oh
The result of 6 sireal mudering maniac killers killing mudering stabbing
(Chopping hacking cutting shooting)
Cnd maybe lighting your fucking dick on fire bitch
(Whoo!)
All hial the lotus pod from hence we came
And when our job is complete we will return to
(In your ribs, in your ribs) in my nuts (no in your ribs) aight
(The lotus pod)
The lotus pod (The lotus pod) the lotus pod fucker, the next level,
6 maniac killas
The lotus pod (the lotus pod) the lotus pod
(Look at me not the mic, i meen the micraphone not me, dont look at me look at the
Micraphone)
I'm lookin at the micraphone man, (the lotus pod) the lotus pod (the lotus pod)
My big dick (your big dick) my big... dick!

"Comaley, get up. Let's go."
"What?"
"Well, it's your lucky day today, pal. You're free."
"Uh, what do you mean?"
"Yup, that's right you been pardoned. So come on get your shit
Let's go."
"What are you talking about, I don't understand?"
"Yup, governor's pardoned you. Now come on, let's get the fuck
out of here."
"Uh, uh, I'm free. Are you serious!?"
"Fuck no, you got for more years, stupid ass. Hahahaha. Every
fuckin day, you fall for it. Fuckin stupid ass."
Wicked clown!
When I get out, I'm going home to southwest
Going straight to my freaks and get undressed
And I'm a hit it like an insane chicken hawk
Hoochie, won't be able to walk
When I get out, I'm a run around town naked
Cuz my freedom feels good, I can't fake it
I let my nuts flop to the hip-hop
I wanna chop chop punk cop flip flop
When I get out, I'm going to my mother's house
She gonna cook a steak and serve it with brussel sprouts
But I don't care, she can cook a cinder block
And I'm a chew it on up to the last rock
When I get out, I'm putting on my new shoes
But I don't see anybody sportin kangaroos
And them wizaby shorts are history
But so what, I'm a sport mine like a G
Wicked clowns! Check it out y'all
Wicked clowns! We gettin out y'all
Wicked clowns! Check it out y'all
Wicked clowns! We gettin out
When I get out, I'm going to the festivals
Cussing, rude, and scratching my testicles
Like we did before we got locked down
I'm coming back around, the wicked clown
When I get out, I'm a throw a party
And guess who shows up, nobody!
I just sit alone and play solitaire
I don't care, at least I won't be here
When I get out, I'm coming back to Del Ray
So I can breathe the smog but that's okay
Cuz I'd much rather whif that shit
Then my cellmate Rico's funky armpits
When I get out, I'm heading straight to the store
For a big long cold thing of Faygo
And I'm a drink it down to the very end
After that, I eat the bottle that it came in
Wicked clowns! Check it out y'all
Wicked clowns! We gettin out y'all
Wicked clowns! Check it out y'all
Wicked clowns! We gettin out
"Yeah, let me call this broad up, tell her I'm getting out.
This is my baby, ya know what I'm saying."
"What's up, baby, man, it's me."
"Wait a minute."
"J?"
"Who the hell is this? WHO THE HELL IS THIS?!"
When I get out, I'm shooting someone in the head
Somebody been sleeping in my bed
I never thought my sweetheart would sell me out
Now I gotta walk up and blow her mouth out
Wicked clown
Wicked wicked clown
When I get out, I'm back to the good life
So don't sweat me, Officer Barney Fife
In the pen, I seen your cop friend butt son
Seen daddy like to use his butt some
When I get out, it's all about the underground
I'll crawl back into the pipes and never be found
So when you brush your teeth
You might see my eyeball looking at you through the sink
Wicked clowns! Check it out y'all
Wicked clowns! We gettin out y'all
Wicked clowns! Check it out y'all
Wicked clowns! We gettin out
I'm getting out, I'm getting out!
Guess who's coming to your big town

I remember beatin down the block
Was the thing to do in my fisherman hat with the kangaroo
Everybody rap, though they hood was compton
And the wolves yelled (oww) with 6 x 9's rockin
I remember the doors, i remember live aid
And i remember every year jerry lewis god paid
I remember shit live back when nobody missed it
Like mike first doin the moonwalk and spinnin
I remember the hippies smokin grass and fuckin
Disco dancin floor light i'm cuttin
I remember beatlemania seepin the planet
All that screamin from hoes, i couldn't stand it
I remember bruce lee, PS3 to pong
Spandex, hair metal, rock love song
But everything's came and gone somehow
I only ask you, what the fuck is happenin now?
Nothin, let me know
Sure feel like nothin, let me know what
Might be somethin there (what's good)
I'm feelin nothin, let me know what's good
I remember when the twist was the thing to do
Slap grease on your head and hoes hang with you
I remember punk rock when it wasn't for sale
And death metal scarin people straight to hell
So many different cliques and crews to belong to
All identified by the music they drawn to
Check the status of your apparatus and then go
Nowaday, it ain't that clear though
I remember when jazz was born in new orleans
Mom-and-pop record stores, i'd explore these
I remember when you handed in a newer 8-track
You got three old ones back, dope
I was at the first woodstock, backstage
I smoked a joint and dropped acid with jimmie page
I can't believe it's all over somehow
I only ask you, what the fuck is happenin now?
Nothin, let me know
Sure feel like nothin, let me know what
Might be somethin there (what's good)
I'm feelin nothin, let me know what's good
I remember led zeppelin laid strairway to heaven
I delivered a pizza to they atudio session
I was there when beethoven went deaf and blind
He just kept playin like he ain't even mind it
I sold pills to elvis, he let me backstage
I stole his guitar, later sold it on ebay
I cannot believe it's all over somehow
I only ask you, what the fuck is happenin now?
Nothin, let me know
Sure feel like nothin, let me know what
Might be somethin there (what's good)
I'm feelin nothin, let me know what's good

Well hello boys and girls come on in see the show. Its the mistical, magical, great dark carnival. Dont bother lookin for parking, get rid of it, it aint like you ever coming back you fucking idiot. The carnival emerges only when you bout to die, and right now mother fucker you are dead in the sky. So come and put your soul up on the murder go round and we'll strap you down and spin you into oblivion. I got a spike for yo neck with my ninja blow gun because i be the jugga loda dada loda sho-gun. I swings my sword down and split you in two before you even fall i bitch smack both of you. welcome to our carnival 50 thousand juggalos, freeks and wierdos and killas at our shows. Im just glad we down wit em' hate to be yall. and have a juggalo shatter my skull for the carnival.
Welcome to the show, shangri la of the dark carnival. welcome to the show, bitch boy you dead. Welcome to the show, shangri la of the dark carnival. welcome to the show, dead dead dead dead.
Welcome to my exibit i be the shaggs, sit back and enjoy, relax yo nipples and nut bags. its only juggalos here you know what we about, swinging hatchets, faygo and a dick in yo mouth. so they call us a circus, we accept the role. we been sayin that its comin for like ten years or so. and everywhere that we go from alaska to spain, im seein juggalos dancin in the faygo rain. some of those at our shows feel a carnival high, i seen em' jumpin the stage and float off into the sky. they aint ever comin back, the carnival has been found, and all we can do is dream about it smokin them down. i got love for dead people, and i hope to die, i got neden waitin on me up in shangri la. but if you really wanna hear the fucking devils exibit, the shit is called Hells Pit, run out and get it.
Welcome to the show, shangri la of the dark carnival. welcome to the show, bitch boy you dead. Welcome to the show, shangri la of the dark carnival. welcome to the show, dead dead dead dead.
when its your time, death is near, step right up on over here. games, prizes, shows and rides, its that carnival paridise.
Welcome to the show, shangri la of the dark carnival. welcome to the show, its that carnival paridise.

No Luck, Got Stuck
They comin to reap on my truck
Big Bills, Shit Kills
No Pills and i'm out of Refills
She dissed, I missed
I'm having problems dodging these fists
They chasing me, they wanna lock me up
I'm surrounded by thugs who wanna sock me up
I can't stand it, I'm stranded
I can't find a home on this planet
I fuck theater, I can't get up
My own ladies tearing my shit up
I missed quoata, i turned shoulders
they all lockin me out, its gettin colder
but im ok, i just move on
i can weather any storm; i know in the long run
we'll be allright
we'll be allright
it aint no - thang
shit aint no - thang
(shit aint no thang)
we'll be allright
we'll be allright
it aint no - thang
shit aint no - thang
(shit aint no thang)
Mad Pills, Drink spills
black out at night, my hands kill
wake naked, can't take it
yo, wrap me up in that blanket
no bail, i fell
i'm on the right track, derailed
house stales, i'm in the county orange
and my kids' life's been torn
welfare, no healthcare
every mother fucker out for they self here
weird thoughts, life's tough
but i'm a hustler and know how to bluff
no cash, no past
i got dogs bouty huntin my ass
but its ok, i just move on
i can weather any storm cause in the long run
we'll be allright
we'll be allright
it aint no - thang
shit aint no - thang
(shit aint no thang)
we'll be allright
we'll be allright
it aint no - thang
shit aint no - thang
(shit aint no thang)
wrong turn, got burned
and the mother fuckers still aint learned
denied, no reply
but i been known to retry
they hate me, im scary
they waiting at the cemetery
grim reaper creeping on me
hound doggin
i got a chemical splashin my noggin
i get lonesome, and then bones come
they got warrents in effect and im on some
i aint healthy, cant help me
i aint wealthy, look wat they dealt me
straight straggler, brown bagger
juggalo gang bang cant tag her
and its ok, i just move on
ill survive it all
cause i know in the long run
we'll be allright
we'll be allright
it aint no - thang
shit aint no - thang
(it aint no thang)
we'll be allright
we'll be allright
it aint no - thang
shit aint no - thang

"I think it's the heart's desire for every person in America
and Canada to succeed,"
Worldwide...yeah.
"Success is one thing that's the motivating force behind many men"
Amen.
"And tonight I want to speak in a way that you'll realize that
God ordained every one of his creations to be successful."
Look at this, millionare, suave,
definitely paid, lemonade, stock market played,
marinate in shade, top craze,
bitches blowin' up phones,
I walk by, never lie,
I'm the type of guy with sparkles in my eye,
rollin' by, BMW, never take the truck with your kid,
who what where, over there, with the diamond sinclare,
looky there, everywhere I stay flossin' them things,
I'm like bang, bling bling bang,
chingy bling blang,
what the fuck bitch, hurry up and suck,
move along, c'mon, until it's gone,
get the fuck out the room,
I'm rollin' chrome,
700 spoke, whicky whicky what,
keep your hungry mouth shut,
cuz I'm livin' it up!
Hey, we gives no fuck!
Million dollar house, we gives no fuck!
Lavish cars, we gives no fuck!
Baby baby, we gives no fuck!
Hey, we gives no fuck!
7-digit bank, we gives no fuck!
Mad paid, we gives no fuck!
Whoo, we gives no fuck!
7 figure bank, what you think,
bitch you tickle me pink,
you lookin' rank, coulda stank,
still I did ya (spank spank),
whore is dank,
cuz I'm livin' like a video,
fuckin' every shitty hoe you know,
call me jigga-liggy-lo,
fuck the juggalos,
escort, billion dollar drop,
non-stop, from my pop,
never need to cop a mop,
what you got, get the fuck off my block,
I call the cop, with your fuckin' hippy hop,
whooee whooee chop chop,
tryn'a marry me,
rich until they bury me,
stop it cuz you're scarin' me,
with all that jive, clap clap,
take you back to where your whack crack neighborhood at,
cuz look-ee jack, cuz where we at,
we havin' none of that!
Hey, we gives no fuck!
Million dollar house,
we gives no fuck!
Lavish cars, we gives no fuck!
Baby baby, we gives no fuck!
Want you to love me,
want you to need me,
want you to use me
Hey, we gives no fuck!
7-digit bank, we gives no fuck!
Mad paid, we gives no fuck!
Whoo, we gives no fuck!
Pow, let me show you how,
exactly where ya really now,
cash cow, cheddar wow,
dig it y'all, wicky wild wild,
wait a minute y'all,
I might've over-did it y'all,
forget it, I'll admit it,
can't get it,
cuz I'm greedy greedy greedy,
fuck the needy, fuck the treaty,
line'em up and pow pow,
clicka pow pow, click click,
chicka pow pow, bang bang, ching ching,
bang, ching-a-ling bang,
pow pow, chicka bang bang,
chicka chicka bang!
Hey, we gives no fuck!
Million dollar house,
we gives no fuck!
Lavish cars, we gives no fuck!
Baby baby, we gives no fuck!
Want you to love me,
want you to need me,
want you to use me
Hey, we gives no fuck!
7-digit bank, we gives no fuck!
Mad paid, we gives no fuck! Whoo, we gives no fuck!
Want you to love me,
want you to need me,
want you to use me
Want you to hate me,
want you to take me,

(crying)
ahhhh little baby bitch ass is crying again
whats the matter
feelin like you dont fit in anywhere
(yeh)
what about fittin that ass in with us
the mighty Deezy Cizzarn?
We`ll fuckin gladly take ya
We take all shape, colours, sizes and genders
We are the mighty, mystical, mythilogical, dark mother fuckin Carnival, Byaaatchh!
I see your feeling alone again, you's a mother fucker
Feeling like you dont belong, like you the only other?
But some of us scrubs got it worse then you,
No homies to call on, or crew to belong to,
Some us said fuck all that bullshit and dropped outl;
Some of us stood up to fight but got knocked out
Some of us like to cuss and dont like ya format,
We like the wicked shit we chose not to ignore that,
Some of us be comin out of more then a broken home,
Some of us be livin out of a cars and carry on
Some of us see the Budget Suits as a real appartment and
make you take off your shoes on the carpet
Some of us are on parol and cant leave the state,
And some are dead and gone my homie blaze can relate.
And some cant afford a free phone call
but some of us's equal us all,
think about that.
We Belong
We Belong
We Belong
Our Carnival Is Here
We Belong
We Belong
We Belong
Find Us Everywhere
Some of us own dope cars that fail to exist
Some of us have profiles, nobody else fits
and some aint got time for the monks in Tibet
because my own kids are hungry and there looking at me for shit
Some of us own drug paraphernalia material, and some of us have incurable
sexual venereals and some of us have dreams of being a star
and most wont make it that far, but its all good
Some of us cant afford the coolest shoes
Some us gives a fuck about popularity choose
Some bitches tittie dance cause they babies are cryin,
others say there dancing for college and you know that they lyin,
Some us are in love with people who aint ours,
Some us dont give up until there behind bars,
and some us must of been born to take the fall.
But some us's equal us all, and I`m with you
Right Here
We Belong
Right Here
We Belong
Right Here
We Belong
Our Carnival Is Here!
Right Here
We Belong
Right Here
We Belong
Right Here
We Belong
Find Us Everywhere
well,
Right Here
We Belong
Right Here
We Belong
Right Here
We Belong
Our Carnival Is Here!
Right Here
We Belong
Right Here
We Belong
Right Here
We Belong
Find Us Everywhere
forever,
dont touch it its hot byatch,
hatchet rydin',

So there i am, right?
Standing in front of the store
And this motherfucker wants to pull up
And has the gall to say to me..
Watch my ride, while i'm inside
This bitch is new, worth more than you
Don't stand too close, just stand on post
And watch my ride, while i'm inside (fuck you)
Watch my whip, don't even trip
It's cherry-dipped, so save that lip
Eyes on them spokes, i'm grabbing smokes (hahaha)
Watch my ride, while i'm inside
And that's when we fuck him up
Fuck him up, fuck him up, fuck him up
Well i took his life and i took his ride
And i took 'em both to the echoside
The cops ain't on to me yet in this big city
Down a back road pushing 150
Surfing on the roof of his sweet-ass car
Wicked clown alive with no driver
Ghost rider, jump off into the night
When the car wraps up around a street light
And that's when we fuck him up
Fuck him up, fuck him up, fuck him up
Watch my ride, while i'm inside
You see them wheels? electric eels
My shit is rare, you barely there (i'm everywhere)
So watch my ride, while i'm inside (blow these nuts)
You nobody, i throw money
You might get some, so don't be dumb
I'll hold the keys (fuck you) still rollin d's (fuck you)
Watch my ride (kiss my ass) while i'm inside (fuck you)
And that's when we fuck him up

Hurry Up, Show's Startin'
I ca't believe they're still having it
I better get my butt in there right now
Ladies and gentleman, welcome to the sensational
and amazing... "Carnival of Carnage"
They said it couldn't happen, they said it wouldn't last
but boys and girls and everyone we got a carnival for that ass!
Tens of thousands of freaks,sideshows, and fools
a carnival who together lives by their own rules
We looked into the stars,foretold everyone
Something dark and wicked this way comes
We told of oddities, crawling from the dark
And a carnival which we can all belong (all belong)
I dwell upon the streets, and I can tell you this
I see some circus, Juggalo shit going on
People drawn together by rare and scubby music
And we even gather once a year to put it down
With Tilt a whirls and merry goes, and a carnival of faygo
We're just tryin to tell you about the light, right
Now all the jokers cards have fallen with spectacular array
So when the wraith is calling,walk into the light,right
I hold a bloody axe, dress in hatchet red
We speak languages people don't understand
I send faygos via punted clear across a staduim in fashion
Only fuckin juggalos could ever demand
I got ninjaz in my backyard wearing Anybody Killa paint
I'm thinkin What the fuck is going on?
Then I see the platinum on the wall, and I realize
The carnivals been right here all along, so lets bring it on
The crows have overlooked, we gave you all they gave
The carousel will spin on through the night (through the night)
In oz, I'd be the wizard cause I'm overwhelmed
We just hoped the jokers cards would point you out to the light

In the name of the witch
I cut the head off a mule I guetted it out
Put it on and then I wore it to school
That ain't the only thing I wore
I wore a clip and some rounds
A fuckin killa with this mule head
And I'm clippin' em down
Because I'm all outta choices
And my voice is unheard
You and your boys get the worst
I aim your forehead it burst
I'm evil
Fires in my sky
I see no diamonds it's true
Aim for you guts and blow your breakfast out behind you
I'm one with the darkness
Walk into the darkness
A place for those who chose to give a fuck less
Wicked dark and heartless
We keep it nutty and bloody for everybody here
I'm going to hell
And I'm knowing it well
And I got no problem showing it and going to jail
I see the witch is preaching every night on channel 13
He wants some money with the number on the screen
I hit the scene
I'm shootin' up somebody's funeral
Someone I don't know
My thougts are fried with homicide
I fire out of control
The preacher tried to reach his caddy in his mink white robe
But now hes like a sheep slaughtered on the side of the road as for that crooked choir
I set that place up on fire as they came out
Batted their heads like I was Mark McGwire
I'm in the darkness
Walk till you fall into the darkness of hell
You gettin' raped in hell by Satan's tail
And all you bitches, witches, pussies
Believe you gettin' fucked by a 27 foot dragon while chewing your face up
It ain't pretty in hell
And the only light be the fire that you squirm
In while you burning all night and then the wraith take you
His grip is hard as a nail
He'll turn your world upside down and make it rain hell
Walk into the darkness
He'll turn your world upside down and make it rain hell
Wicked dark and heartless
He'll turn your world upside down and make it rain hell
Walk into the darkness
He'll turn your world upside down and make it rain hell
Wicked dark and heartless
He'll turn your world upside down and make it rain hell
I'm going to hell
And I'm knowing it well

"If I'm gonna die
I'm going out riding the wagon"
Hear it comes, the horrifying midnight wagon
Saggin, laggin, dead bodies draggin
On a piece of string, they flop around and fling
Now shut your ass up and let the juggla sing
It's the Insane Clown Posse coming threw
Looking for hickies and the prickies and your ass too
Everybody gets a ride on the ghost car
Don't matter who you are, we going straight to hell
And it ain't far, Mr. Nevers
You seem to be the kill joy
So get your ass in fat boy
You can sit up in the front with the Ringmaster
With the Ringading-dingalinga-ping-master
And get your motherfucking wind pipe chopped off
And your funky ass body gets dropped off
In the gutter, the wheels keep rollin
Throwin heads out the back, nugget bowlin from the...
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin
Are you down with the clown with clown luv, ride the...
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin
Every dead fuck in the city comes and rides the...
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin
Nate the Mack, Jump Steady, and Rude Boy ride the...
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin
Don't miss your chance
The exhaust pipe is tripping out a deli fire
I found an old dead corpse in the trunk next to the spare tire
And it's muffling the sounds
Throw the bitch out and now the funk pounds, yo
Some say it's just a hearse, but it's much worse
It's an old dark bucket with a clown curse
Long, dark, very spooky scary
I drink an old 40 bottle full of bloody mary, why
Cuz I'm Violent J, sick in the nug-bone
I make strange sounds, clowns with frowns
Break it on down, break it up till the break of dawn
Look out your window it's the wagon in your front lawn
Ah, boom, aboockaboomba
We do the dance of the death until you get in the car
Then I pull your tongue out slap you in the face with it
Say the joker did it in the...
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin
Ladies and gents its your turn, come and ride the...
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin
If you gotta minute why don't you stop and finna ride the...
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin
I'm a dead body so you know I love riding in the...
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin
Now, here's your chance
We don't do drive-by's in the wagon
Instead we just get out and stab your fuckin ass
And there ain't no telling how many clowns inside
Told you seventeen but I lied
Cuz I'm wicked and I'm wild, wicked wild
I caught wild deer, rode it home from Bel Isle
I play the organ like an old mental case
I can freak the cello, like Chris Conley on bass
In the wagon, I throw fingers out the window
And when you roll the window down you can smell Indo
But it ain't mine, it belongs to a stiff over there
Puffin on a Jim Square
Heavy long, rumbling, tumbling
Step into my ride and your ass goes stumbling
Out the back with your neck in a rut
Gotta get home before the sun comes up on my...
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin
Come down, stand in line, everybody loves to ride the...
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin
Your momma is a bitch and she swings on my nuts in the...
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin
If you missed your bus, don't be afriad, come and ride the...
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin

I'm still here under the moon
I was just a child but you seemed like so much more
The way you would approach me and drift across the floor
I'd see you in the hall, and you'd kiss me with a smile
I never understood it, was I even worth your while?
The others kids at school, they would hate me and they'd spit
Cuz I was just a no one, to them I wasn't shit
But you would always help me and stand there by my side
We were only seventeen, we'd be together till we died
But then it all happened on the ever dreadful day
Somebody tried to rape you and now I'll make him pay
You pointed him out to me, my thoughts began to race
I took my daddy's forty-five and shot him in the fucking face!!!
I did it all for you, and though I'm facing years
I would do the time just to equal all your tears
The last thing that you told me when I left the courtroom
Is that we'd always be together, cuz we're both under the moon
I'll forever love you, even if you're doomed
We'll always be together cuz we're both under the moon
I sit here in my cell and the walls are made of stone
I justified your pain, but now I sit alone
I write another letter, I write one every day
I never got a letter back, I write em anyway
I try to call collect, your number has been changed
I'm staring at the lightbulb and I start to feel the rage
You never came to visit me, I sit facing the glass
No one's on the other side, now it's in the past
My head is always spinning, I'm pounding at the wall
I feel like I'm forgotten, no sign of you at all
You're probably getting married, you're probably getting fucked
I'll break out of this cage and try to cut that motherfucker up
I curl up in the corner, my body will corrode
My teeth are turning into dust, skin is growing mold
I'm staring at the window of my eternal doom
I know that you are out there, somewhere underneath the moon
Many, many years, many more to go
Does she still remember? God, he only know
I now become a savage, they chain me to a wall
I still can see your body, I still can hear your call
I'm nothing but a maggot, I'm locked away and lost
The world it doesn't want me, my dignity is tossed
And to the girl for whom I feel this doom
Look here, fuck you and the moon
Hey! Fuck you and the moon
I'm still here under the moon

Truth Dare Double Dare Promise or Repeat
Truth Dare Double Dare Promise or Repeat who wants to
play a wicked game over this sinful beat
Tell the truth do you ever dream about murder
Do you wish you had it in you to be a blood squirter
Tell the truth do you ever lust over sex
Would you fuck your homie momma if she was playin' with
your nuts
Tell the truth have you ever fuckin told a lie right
through your fuckin' teeth like a snakes tongue flies
Truth Dare Double Dare Promise or Repeat who wants to
play a wicked game over this sinful beat
I dare you stab someone and come back with they wallet
Beazulbub bang three times
I dare you to call it
I dare you handstand on the ledge of a tower
I dare you to snort a few balls of hot gun powder I
dare you
I dare you to play this game with me it's called truth
dare double dare promise or repeat
Oh the curtains close them up tight
Let the candles burn tonight
Games that are over I can feel in the air
Bloody Mary spinnin' the bottle
Your turn
Truth or dare
Truth Dare Double Dare Promise or Repeat who wants to
play a wicked game over this sinful beat
I double dare you dance in the red moon glow
Play some Russian roulette with a loaded crossbow
I double dare you swallow every pill in the bottle
I double dare you tongue kiss a toilet seat at
McDonalds
I double dare you dig up a body and take it home give
it a sponge bath and do what you want with it
Truth Dare Double Dare Promise or Repeat who wants to
play a wicked game over this sinful beat
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Promise me you won't get shitty when me and your girl
fuck
Promise me you won't look you'll just shoot what's in
my trunk
Promise me you'll never be a bitch you show that you
brave
Promise me we'll have a séance on top of a muddy grave
Promise me that you'll play this little game with me
it's called truth dare double dare promise or repeat
Close the curtains, close them up tight
Let the candles burn tonight
Games that are over I can feel in the air
Bloody Mary spinnin' the bottle
Your turn
Truth or dare
Repeat after me "The wicked shit'll never cease I put
my life on it"
The wicked shit'll never cease I put my life on it
"ICP got wicked candy shit and you fuckin' want it"
ICP got wicked candy shit and I fuckin' want it When I
say "I"
"Know"
Know
"I won't lie"
I won't lie
It's wicked shit till the day I die
Day I die say "I"
"know"
Know
"I won't quit"
I won't quit
Swinging my hatchet to this wicked shit
Truth Dare Double Dare Promise or Repeat
Have you ever had a secret you swore you'd never tell
And well I've got a question has life served you well
Don't answer with a lie
You better beware
Bloody Mary spinnin' the bottle your turn truth or dare
I dare you
ICP got wicked candy shit and I fuckin' want it
Dare
I dare you

There ain't nobody, asking me, I've been There ain't nobody, that would name me, as a friend
There ain't nobody, that's dropping by, to say hi There ain't nobody, that's caring whether I
Live or die I have nobody, to tell about, my growing angers I have nobody, to tell about me,
Following strangers There ain't nobody, making sure I'm takin all of my pills There ain't nobody,
Slowing me down and keeping me still,
I'm truly alone...
They say a man can only be alone for so long, before the man's mind is gone. They say a man can
Only be alone for so long, before the man's mind is gone. They say a man can only be alone for so
Long, before the man's mind is gone. They say a man can only be alone for so long, before the
Man's mind is gone.
There ain't nobody, telling me, not to jump off. There ain't nobody, telling me, not to chop
Your block off. I get so bloody, I ruin all of my clothes. I get so bloody, I sit in, the dark
Alone. I have nobody, to tell about, my dark fantasies. I have nobody, to tell about, my dark
Realities. There ain't nobody, around me, nobody wanna be friends. I get so bloody, all on me,
The mess never ends. I'm truly alone...
They say a man can only be alone for so long, before the man's mind is gone. They say a man can
Only be alone for so long, before the man's mind is gone. They say a man can only be alone for so
Long, before the man's mind is gone. They say a man can only be alone for so long, before the
Man's mind is gone.
I walked into a super K, and went into the back. I started askin questions checkin out the
Chainsaw rack. They had a test model, i pulled the cord and got it runnin. Turned the blade on
The kid workin and blood started gunnin. "What the fuck am I doing?" I dropped the shit and
Started cryin. I made it down two aisles before some hero clotheslined me. I got up, grabbed a
Shovel, and stabbed him in the gut. I pulled it out and hammered across the back of his nug. I'm
Hearing sirnes going off, its no bluelight specials. I turned murderer cavin in to daily life
Pressures but fuck that now all ya'll gonna know me. See me on TV and be like "Look there go my
Homie." I'm more than lonely, I'm lost, lives are the cost. I just beat some bitch in the head,
Stabbed her twice and took off. They can't find me, I'm hidin in the flannel coat rack. I jump
Out and attack, and put a gash in your neck. I finally made it to the front door, and to the
Parking lot. That's wen i got shot alot I got got. Police with bullets and more bullets, pluggin
Me deep. I'm seein flashes, hearing screamin and its all over me. I see a crowd of people bein
Held behind the police tape. All watchin me die, I think i made no mistake. I finally got some
Recognition, dying on my knees, ready for hell because compared to my life, it should be an

"Ooo, I like this toy. Watch it go. Uw...wait!"
"We're sorry the person you are calling is dead"
I was like six, I used to get dissed by the chicks
And everyone would chase me and hit me with bricks
And rocks and sticks and calling me names
And filled my lunchbox with frogbrains (eeww!)
When I left school, it was much iller
My daddy was a serial killer
And how about that, he'd always make me sit in the back
With all his dead bodies on my lap (move!)
When I got home, enough of the static
Hammer and tools, went up to the attic
Never knew any other girls or boys
Only my toys, toys, toys
Bang! Clang! Hammer and twist
Nobody knows I exist, and I'm pissed
But I won't be mentally scarred
Instead I make toys, toys of the graveyard
Monday, ringing the bell
It's all about show and tell, might as well
Show all these bastards just what I got
Yo, check out my toy box!
"Nothing feels better than a good harty-harr, right boys and girls"
We got dead bodies everywhere you look
All the nerds sitting up front got cooked
Others start screaming and making a dash
So I start handing out toys fast at last
You like slinkies, we got slinkies
Only mine like to wrap around your face
And stretch, twist, kazoom
And whip your body all over the fuckin room
So come, one at a time
Open your gift and what you will find
Is a toy, my friend, that you'll never forget
It's not everyday that you get your skull split
You like soldiers, we got soldiers
Made with rubber and steel, they look real
But I wouldn't just toss em under your bed
That's how you get an axe to the forehead (oww)
And don't let em sit around all day
Come home and find you mom, dead in the hallway
Cuz they can be nifty
All the toys are shifty, haha, in my toy box
"Woooowee, that sure sounds like fun!"
That's not a toy, hey, wait a minute
Don't fuck around, homie, you can lose an eye with it
That's my double blade razor whip chop jimmy
And it's mine, motherfucker, so gimme gimme
You want toys, you come to the right place
Try my little toy, Mutilating Mental Case
Wind him up, let him go among all of ya
Then BANG! serial slaughterer
Your turn, reach in and get lucky
Oh look, he pulled out a rubber ducky
It make a funny sound and then BANG!
Blew the fingers off his fuckin hand
Don't stop, class ain't done yet
I remember you calling me poindexter
Bookworm brainy, my aggrevation
Went into these little creations
Reach in, you might find something wicked
Wicked, scary, chop bang pickadery
Off with your head, a robot with a sword
But now he's looking at me, but what for?
"Eh, wait a minute, I made you
Get them, not me. Eh, wait a minute, motherfucker."

This is a tale of misplaced love
A tale of a man searching for that misplaced love in all the
wrong places and how he gets his heart ripped out of his chest and
stuck in his face so he can watch it slowly stop beating let's
listen on and hear how my gumpy friend violent jay goes about
getting his feelings crushed once again
After 3 years in a mental asylum
I'm finally out and I'm fine now no doubt
Rolling home I see a bitch on a payphone.
She was fat and round and had it going on.
She had a name tag on Roxy Carol
Stepped up to her like hello
We was kicking it
I said I got this dick sup on lickin it
She said I'm down for the tactics
Then my dick stood up like a Tucson cactus
I threw her in the back of my jaloppe
She was wet and sloppy
But nothing could stop me
I was like jesus
Her neden was yellow and smelled like cheese pizza
I paid it no mind
I stuck my dick in raw and comenced to grind.
Toxic love
I'm so lonely, lonely i'm so lonely
Toxic love
Did she burn you?
Did it hurt you?
Toxic love
I'm so lonely, lonely lonely lonely
Toxic love
Did she burn you?
Did it hurt you?
The whole car smelled like pickles
I stuck my toe in her ass
And tweaked her titty nipples
We fucked for about an hour
I dropped her off where I found her and went for the shower
I got home and I kicked back
Thought about the shower haha fuck that
When I woke up the very next morning
I was awake but my dick was snoring
It was whistling and shooting out smoke
The head was spinning like a dayton hundred spoke
I started shaking and sweating
I had a fever
My dick was swelled up like a faygo 2 liter
It was greenish with purple bungions
And dripping blue skeet and flaking like onions
She gave me skiffilufigus no doubt
I'ma find that bitch and knock her the fuck out
Toxic love
I'm so lonely, lonely i'm so lonely
Toxic love
Did she burn you?
Did it hurt you?
Toxic love
I'm so lonely, lonely lonely lonely
I'm on a mission I search and roam
Cuz my dick hole is spurting up pink foam
And I'm dragging my balls behind me
They're as big as a mailbox bumpy and slimy
Thank god I ain't dead yet
My dick is crispy but my drawers are wet somehow
There she is on the same payphone
Near Zug Island in the industrial waste zone
Wait a minute y'all hold up
Is that the same bitch I was with she looks toe-up
Holy fuck nothings in place that ain't a girl at all
It's a barrel of toxic waste!
Oh lord what have I done?
Roxy Carol is a toxic waste barrel
Me and my green dick headed back to the looney bin
I'm here to turn myself back in
Toxic love
I'm so lonely, lonely i'm so lonely
Toxic love
Did she burn you?
Did it hurt you?
Toxic love
I'm so lonely, lonely lonely lonely
Toxic love
Did she burn you?
Did it hurt you?
I still like you
When I inject my penis inside of you
My balls light up like light bulbs

Welcome to the tilt-a-whirl
All you mutha fuckas are gonna die
Everybody! You're dying everyday, constantly
I'll kill myself right mutha fuckin now
And still won't die (try me)
Wicked clowns never (never) die, whut
Oh my goody look a chicken
Keep your money here's a ticket
Hold up keep your kids out here
They too young to play in there
Step right up now strap 'em in
Lock it tight under his chin
Clamp his arms up to his side
It's gonna be a helly ride
Now if you misplace an item
Psychopathic straight up find 'em
If you lose your nugget yo
Hatchet ain't responsible
Look and wonder if you will
Cuz we about to rip and kill
Think about your every sin
As our tilt-a-whirly spins
They... all... die... die...
They... all... die... die...
Looky look a fancy fuck
With his wallet up his butt
Give the wealthy what they want
Fuck the line put him up front
Welcome to our spectacle
Carny rides eccentrical
Hope you like it even though
Hafta mingle with the poor
Here you go sir have a seat
You've got to take this ride, it's neat
Tell ya now the ride is fast
Might want me to hold your cash
We gonna spin until your soul
Leaves your body dead and cold
Tilt-a-whirly sprayin' blood
All over the neighborhood
They... all... die... die...
They... all... die... die...
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, get on
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, wheee
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, get on
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, ride
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, get on
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, *squeak*
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, ride
Welcome buddy, what you did
Like to punch up on your kids
Scoot all them dead bodies down
We can go another round
Excuse us while we clean up here
Pile them up on over there
Strap'em up then start the show
This time speed it up some more
Tell me any last requests
Before your guts rip out your chest
Fuck all that don't give'em nothin'
Slap his ass and press the button
Fair enough now another down
Carnival don't fuck around
Fire up the tilt-a-whirl
And we'll see you all in hell
They... all... die... die...
They... all... die... die...
Round and round and round you go
Yo, the dark carnival will never die.
I mean that's all we do is think about dyin'.
We wish we die, we hope we die.
The only problem is,

Carnival of Carnage,
The Ringmaster,
The Riddle Box,
The Great Milenko,
The Amazing Jeckel Brothers,
and The Wraith
looks like were all out of time brother!
Everybody's out of time!
Fuck It, We gots to tell them
All secrets will now be told
no more hidden messengers
this is it yall
times up
everything be out right here
no need for the reverse talking
the truth.
Now we have been told this carnival shit has touched many lives.
People have fuckin` sworn to us they too can feel it inside.
What is it that draws you in, this magic that compels you?
We`ve been waiting six fuckin` joker cards to finally tell you.
This messengers and hints were there, all though most never picked up on them.
We snuck em` in subliminally with that wicked shit around them.
We mentioned more and more of this on every Joker's Card.
The bottom line always the same, you ain't have to look hard.
We wickedly kick it, inflict it, you get it, get with it and dig we don't preach it flat, cause some ninjas don`t wanna get with ya, they quick to forget ya without the hatchet and gat out.
So we rose the hatchet, do or die, now Juggalos standing tall, after all 6 have risen the end of time will consume us all. It ain't got nothing to do with us, It ain't Psychopathic Records!
All we`re doing is pointing this shit out to you, we in this together! Who`s behind the Dark Carnival, the Gatherings and the hatchet? Who`s beind Dark Lotus, the circus and everybody at it?
Who inveted Juggalos and Juggalette and fucking Faygo showers? What about that feeling you get when bumping our shit, who`s behind these Juggalo powers?
This ain`t no fucking fan club, It ain't about making a buck. Don`t buy our fucking action figures bitch, i don't give a fuck. It ain't About Violent J or Shaggy, the Butterfly or seventeen.
When we speak of Shangri-La, what you think we mean? Truth is we follow GOD, we`ve always been behind him, The Carnival is God and may all Juggalos find him!
May The Juggalos Find Him!
May The Juggalos Find Him!
May The Juggalos Find Him!
He's out there, He's Out there!
We`re not sorry if we tricked you!
We don't care what happens now.
We`re not sorry if we tricked you!
We swing our hatchet and we`re proud.
We`re not sorry if we tricked you!
Painted faces in the crowd.
We`re not sorry if we tricked you!
The Carnival will carry on.
He`s Out There!
May The Juggalos Find Him!
He's Out There!
May The Juggalos Find Him!
We`re not sorry if we tricked you!
The Carnival will carry on.
We`re not sorry if we tricked you!
The Carnival will carry on.
We`re not sorry if we tricked you!
Painted faces in the crowd.
We`re not sorry if we tricked you!
Our carnival will carry one.
yeh, he`s everywhere!
I'm saying he's anywhere!
juggalos, hes out there!
yeh, yeh, everywhere!
He's Out There
Come see the show,
big top show,
Walk in and hang with the dead carnival
Dead dirty carnies, dead juggalos
Walk in and hang with the dead carnival
he`s out there!
Juggla, Juggla, fuck with the juggla
Juggla, Juggla, fuck with the juggla
Juggla, Juggla, fuck with the juggla
ya cant fuck with the juggla
May the Juggalos find him!
May the Juggalos find him!
He's out there!
May the Juggalos find him!
May the Juggalos find him!
He's out there! He`s out there!
We all gonna die, but I`m not gonna fry
Even though most never try.
I`m not gonna let this pass me bye, no.
This is our world! This is our world! This is our world!
SO GET THE FUCK OUT!
This is our world! This is our world! This is our world!
SO GET THE FUCK OUT!
We`re not sorry if we tricked you!
We don`t care what happens now.
We`re not sorry if we tricked you!
We swing our hatchets and we`re proud.
We`re not sorry if we tricked you!
Painted faces in the crowd.
We`re not sorry if we tricked you!
The Carnival will carry on.
Suck My Nuts! Bitch, Fuck You!
Suck My Nuts! Bitch, Fuck You!
Inner City Posse got the Dog Beats
ICP we got the dog beats!
Inner City Posse got the Dog Beats
ICP we got the dog beats!
3 rings, a ding-a-ding-ding
people love to point and stare
3 rings, a ding-a-ding-ding
its the same as everywhere
Murder Go Round,Murder Go Round
How ya gonna fuck wit a wicked clown!
Murder Go Round,Murder Go Round
How ya gonna fuck wit a wicked clown!
He's out there!
We don't care what happen's now!
We swing our hatchets and we`re proud!
Painted Faces in the crowd!
The Carnival will carry on!
The Carnival will carry on!
Painted Faces in the crowd!
The Carnival will carry on!
The Carnival will carry on!
Thank you! ladies and gentlemen.
Thank you for joining us
We hope you`ve enjoyed the Wraith's exhibit of Shangri-La
and soon as you die, this will be yours!
Thank you for joining us! Thank you byyyatch!
hahahaha, always remember to fuck off!

Wicked Wonka, baby
Halloween! Hallowicked Wonka....just 18 months
I brought a bat to a mosh-pit
(Well what you do then??)
I split some craniums in half
And caved a few in
Before long I'm standing there alone
I shut the party down
For Bone Thugs, Tech N9ne, Kottonmouth and Esham
In...coming, I'm running and dropping them bombs
Still gunning, I'm willing and ready for war
Get down with the clowns from ICP, B-O-N-E
And the Kottonmouth Kings, bring it how we bring it doe
For the wicked wonka, Halloween
Smoking hay, hey I'm Violent J hey, we screaming may-day
'Cause Bone and ICP a fucking pay-day
We give away hey, but we already millionare rapper
Hater slappers, wicked shit believe it though
We tight like alligator snappers
Don't run dawg, we gun clappers
Bitch nigga slappers and hoe mackers
City street slicked rappers
But better known as wig crackers
Lead packers, ask my nigga Tech N9ne
Cock it back for Esham And let it loose to they spine
An we mashing, we stomping
We wicked wicked wonkin'
It's wicked when you walking
Within the thug pit
Yeah we mashing, we stomping
We wicked wicked wonkin'
At this kind of mosh pit
You get your wig split
Who the mothafucka in the pit talking shit? (Shit!)
Who the mothafucka that want the wig split? (Split!)
Who the mothafucka that's down for the krown? (Krown!)
Who the mothafucka in here right now?
Shaggy jumps in the pit
With these hatchets and swingin' them
Strictly for the purpose of splitting some craniums
Shit, we be illuminati at this thug pit though
Treating fake thugs like a hoe, tell 'em D-Loc
(Spit!)
What the fuck you thinking, you can stop my shine?
Put your money where your mouth is, I'll take every dime
Then run down the line, damn right I'm getting mine
With a fine ass bitch, getting head, sipping wine
Hallows Eve, Halloween, Hallowicked all the same
Fuck a trick or treat, I treat a trick with some game
Every year we lace the stage, with the wickedness
It's the wicked-wicky wonka, baby try an get with us
It's that nigga that be on blood shit
Tech Nina off in a thug pit
Fuck with the KMK, ICP, Bone and you'll get druged bitch
Celebrating for Samhein
(Witch Killaz)
If you don't wanna come with the wickedness
A nigga wanna slam strange
I don't wanna hear a damn thang
Mashing off from city to city
We smoking fifties and fifties
Crashing after parties
Fucking and sucking on titties
Ducking and dodging the coppers
Ain't no one out that can stop us
Dropping that shit that be popping
Making it hotter and hotter
We man handle them
Fucking and crushing on man's camera
Busting bright red bandanas
Bitch where was your antennas?
When I was trying to stick it
Wanna show a nigga how she lick it?
Mothafucker this is how we kick it
Thug whiling on Hallowicked
Bud so fine fine, toking all kinds
With Tech N9ne, getting more love
Sipping on hen, with Bone Thugs
Kicking Faygo, and smoking more weed with ICP
It's motherfucking Richter from the Kottonmouth Kings
It ain't nowhere to run when you in the thug pit
(Kottonmouth Kings!)
It's wicked wicked wonkin within the thug pit
We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit
In this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split
It ain't nowhere to run when you in the thug pit
It's wicked wicked wonkin within the thug pit
We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit
In this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split
It's mista sawed off leatherface
I bring the pain, and bang a nigga brain
When I step on the plate
Guard your grill, cause when my niggaz start to kill
It's hard to chill
Mothafuckers end up in the graveyard for real
(Whoa!)
I ain't got a million dollars bitch
I'm fucking broke
Spending all my change on that endo smoke
All the bitches on the road, scheming for my loot
They get nothing but dick, and a steel toed boot
Fuck boots, every Halloween, I dress like a bag lady
Then I ride around with my .380 looking for Shady
If I catch him at the shelter, I'ma pull his file
Chop his head off, and bury his body across 8 mile
We drinking drank, drank
We smoking dank, dank
Mobbing through these streets like a fleet of armored tanks
We dropping bombs, underground bombs
Fuck the whole industry bitch, bring them on
It ain't nowhere to run when you in the thug pit
An we mashing, we stomping We wicked wicked wonkin'
We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit
Yeah we mashing, we stomping We wicked wicked wonkin'
It ain't nowhere to run when you in the thug pit
It's wicked wicked wonkin' within the thug pit
We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit
In this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split
Hallowicked Wonka 2003, from us to you
We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit

Always uninvited
fuck off
unrespected, sometimes he creeps other times he's expected
He hangs out in bad neighborhoods up at thy park
he will strike in broad day light but prefers thy dark
Three little kids caught inside a burning home
he'll just sit there and wait for 'em
leave 'em alone!
As sure as we're alive today and death is inveitable
he's waitin' there watching through the eyes of a crow
fo' sho'
I know
Death is always a shitty time
Don't bother trying to run and hide
Take his hand cross to thy other side (Step to the other side)
Freeway intersections when thy bars close, he loves 'em
Bluew out traffic lights?
He hovers above him
And he loves thy motherfuck out of crackheads and heroin
rehab centers and caring mothers always scaring him
Sharing them needles?
He encourages and raw sex?
They got him working and steady collecting soul checks
Then again
What?
Nine times out of ten, I wish he's take me
Instead of some of these poor children we see
I'm sayin
Skwo
What
Death is always a shitty time No where to run
Don't bother trying to run and hide No where to hide
Take his hand cross to thy other side
Step to thy other side! (Step to the other side)
He remainds nameless but we call him thy Wraith
He is thy 6th Jokers Card of thy Dark Carnival faith
That's it, now your clock is ticking, every second counts
and everyhting you do that right or wrong, it all amounts
And whether you going to heaven or hell
he doesn't care
he's only here to give you thy death touch
and send you there
Most people fear him
because they don't understand
that once he finally touches you with death eternity can begin
That's what thy fuck I'm talkin' about
Lotus
What
Mother fuck
yea yeah
Woop Woop
Death is always a shitty time No where to run
Don't bother trying to run and hide No where to hide
Take his hand cross to thy other side

The witch jumped on my back last night, I couldn't breathe
In it's clutch, I was frozen with fright
It went on for, what seemed like hours of terror
To see the witches face, stare in the dark at the mirror
The witch told me, my girlfriend was a demon
And all this fallin' in love shit, I'm dreamin'
And it's pain to the angels, if I don't deliver
Sealed her off in a barrel, and rolled her in a river
The witch told me, my left arm is possessed
So I broke it at first, and then I went and confessed
But they put me in a home, my arm still wouldn't leave me alone
Finally had to chew it off at the bone
The witch told me, to crawl under my house and just wait
Don't panic if I suffocate
I bit the tail off a oppossum down there at one point
It's so boring, and it's dark but the witch is my light
Something is standing between me and my sanity!
They say my witch is a dream, morbid fantasy!
I say wake the dead, wake the dead, wake em'!
WAKE THE DEAD! WAKE THE DEAD! WAKE EM'!
I say wake the dead, wake the dead, wake em'!
WAKE THE DEAD! WAKE THE DEAD! WAKE EM'!
The witch taught me, how to cut up a body
It's nasty and wretched, and hella bloody
But it's gotta get done, and somebody's gotta do it
I kick the fuckin' face in, and put my knife through it
The witch jumped on me again, here we go
Layin' in my bed, I can't breathe anymo'
Layin' in my bed, I can't move anymo'
There's a demon floating in my face, clampin' my jaw
The witch told me, I gotta murder this one kid
K, well, maybe the witch didn't then, but I did
With a ninja suit, crept through like a black widow
with the crossbow, stuck him in the neck like ditto
The witch told me, about blood that rains
Out of the neck, and what particular veins
And about murder witnessin', death settin' in
And it ain't no heaven, that's lettin' me in
The witch told me, to put my feet in the fire
And hold on, til everything below the knees gone
Now I'm in a wheelchair, with only an arm but don't care
I can still throw my hatchet in the air
The witch got me, in a predicament, it ain't good
I got somebody head posted on my hood
4:30 a.m. and we rollin' through the ghetto

Stepping out of the whipping and piercing rain, in walks a wicked clown... Violent J.
One of Death's good friends they say (hey, look at that). You've never seen a cloud that
dark in the middle of the day... headed straight this way. I hope everything's okay
The sky is falling. This shit's gunna be fun, be fun, be fun
I think the sky is falling. This shit's gunna be fun, be fun, be fun
The fuckin sky is falling. This shit's gunna be fun, be fun, be fun
I feel the wind is calling me
Spinning back down to earth riding in a tornado, lands a wicked clown... Shaggy 2 Dope,
Southwest Strangla. Known to give the dead hope. And the air is right for some impending
judgement (when it rains, it pours) and judging by the look of the sky, this might be it...
judging by the look of the sky
The sky is falling. This shit's gunna be fun, be fun, be fun
I think the sky is falling. This shit's gunna be fun, be fun, be fun
The fuckin sky is falling. This shit's gunna be fun, be fun, be fun
I feel the wind is calling me
The sky is falling. This shit's gunna be fun, be fun, be fun
I think the sky is falling. This shit's gunna be fun, be fun, be fun
The fuckin sky is falling. This shit's gunna be fun, be fun, be fun

Ohhhhhhhhhh!
Hey yo, check it out man
ICP's back in the haugh man
Violent J, man
2 Dope, man
Wicked clown, man
Fuck yeah, man
Hey, quick, hurry up, bang
Open your mouth cuz here comes my wang
I'm Violent J, the southwest skitso
Born in a big top, magical mijisto
Dead body disco, rapping to the hoochies
Dirty old fat hoes come up with a smoochie
Hoochie coochie la la la la
I might pull your tongue out your mouth
And try to hang ya
It's a full moon and the riddle's are calling
Three more cards and the sky's will be falling
But don't take it from me, I'm just a clown
Wicked clown, wicked town, juggalugalocolicky
Down and out till my nuts start singing
Dancing, hopping, I'm a keep bringing
Riddles and tricks and dead body chicks
With the swing of my magical wand
The show must go on!
"Well it all began when I was very young
I was feeling so excited about the carnival's arrival
Everyone was jolly and jittery
I waited for their wagons until well after dusk
That night, while I was sleeping
I was awoken by a cold eerie wind
Looking out, I seen strange men, cursing and filthy
There were clowns setting up the dreary tent"
I'm 2 Dope and I sport tight Wranglers
Don't say a word or I'll kick ya in the neck, bitch
Everybody round make way for the clown
Been to New York and L.A., I'm southwest down
Walked into Del Ray's almost got my ass kicked
Rather just chill in the yard in my casket
Call up the hoes, have em swing by the tomb
And get a little sticky stank up in this bitch
Killer clowns kicked out the circus
Used to get live, let the midget lady work this
I was a freak show, they called me the Pogo
I could make my ball sac bob like a yo-yo
Give it up, give it up, southwest looney tune
Killed another redneck, found his head in looney doon
Gooney boon, booney goon, I can hear the loons
In my head as I sing my wicked song
The show must go on!
"I never been afraid of clown
But these clowns were different
There was nothing funny about these clowns but then
They smiled, they juggled, they laughed
But yet something was terribly, terribly wrong
I didn't like these clowns for I could see threw them
I knew what they were really like
I knew that this carnival that had come to my village
Was an evil, evil thing"
Come see the show, big top show
Walk in and hang with the dead carnival
Dead carny carnies, dead juggalos
Walk in and hang with the dead carnival
You ask do we gangbang, do we bang in a gang
Do we bang bang, I'm a gangbanger, man
I bang in a gang, man, you can suck my wang, man
Richie boy, richie boy, it's a southwest thang
Serial murderer, southwest maniac
Slaughterer, lunatic, high school braniac
Straight-A school boy, school kid
Till I went to school and tried to murder everyone
The show must go on!
"My neighbors and friends were fools, all of them
Totally unaware of the evilness within the clowns
Their eyes reflected stairways into hell
Their faces painted with blood
I ran from the carnival clowns
Yet every road and every path
Led me right back to the big tent
I had no excuse from the strong men,

From Southwest Detroit, deep within Zug Island's industrial
waste depositories, it's Shaggyyyyyyyyyy Tiiiiime!
Hey! How ya doin down there? I've got mice here!
Alright! What up y'all? Welcome to the show
I'm Shaggy, like you don't fuckin know
This is my sidekick, Fat Pat
He goes "Ha ha ha ha", and all a that (That's right!)
Anyhow, on my way here I almost died
This bitch in front of me was like a hundred and five
They worry about drunks, and late night truckers
Old ass bitches try to kill mutherfuckers (Ha ha ha ha)
This lady's got her left blinker on for an hour or more
Then she makes a right into my side door
This comedy shit's gettin old
The game is to be sold, not to be told
Oh yeah, you can feel the excitment right?
SNOOP DOGG is with us tonight
That's what I'm sayin
On the Shaggy Show, shit we ain't playin
And that ain't it, also on the show
Another motherfucker that well, some of you know
You see him with me a lot, he's like a brother
Violent J's in this motherfucker
(I like that kid Violent J)
Hey Moe! (What's up?)
How ya doin today? (Just great Shags!)
That's great, now let's give a hand
To Mickey Clark and the Gangsta Fun Band!
We'll be right back with Violent J
Do your homies have money? Are you broke? (Yeah.)
Do bitches look at you like some kind of joke?
(Straight up!)
There's nothing you can do but get your PHD.
(Playa hata's degree?) That's right!
(Aw hell yeah!)
Player Haters Academy, located on Wellfarm, in Detroit
Offers the finest in player hation tactics.
(Yeah that's right!) Such as the bitch hater:
(Hey man, fuck that fine ass bitch!)
Or the look shooker:
(Yo bitch I might be ugly, at least I ain't got no money!)
Or the never ending shooting star:
(Just cuz he got a car he wanna be drivin that bitch!)
Get your PHD and join a nation of player hation!
(Word up!)
Ok, my first guest, he's nutty as hell
He just served a half a year in the county jail
Now he's back, for now at least
Hey Violent J's in this bitch ass piece!
What up y'all? (What up?) What's happenin?
It's been six months and my dick ain't havin it
If I don't hurry up and get me some ass
I might bust this nut on your tv glass!
Anyway, been workin on my brand new shit
A brand new group with my homies Twisted
It's called Dark Lotus, shit I play somethin for y'all???
Hell naw
Now I been hearin a little of this and that
About you havin some kind of a panic attack
Tell us, uh, is it true?
And when you have one, what the fuck do you do?
Well, I'll be sittin there enjoyin a coffee
And then all of a sudden, I'm like GET OFF ME!
Then I start chokin off pedestrians
Until they give me my shot of calliphilestrian
But that's all over now, it's old hat
I'm a perfectly normal necrophiliac
Just don't test me or pull strings, forget it
I might grab your neck and do bad things with it!
Well on that note, thank you J (Sure)
For real, what's up with poppin one of those Soloquium pills?
Take your ass backstage and relax (I'm straight)
Snoop Dogg is comin up next!
Stay right here, we'll be right back!
I like my chili hot. As a matter of fact I like my chili so God damn hot
that you can cook a hog's ass in a spoonful.
When a workin man such as myself wants a little hot fixin, I reach for
that bottle of momma's God Damn Hot Chili.
Smooth tender chunks with chili beans filled with momma's hot bastard
bacon bits, and drizzled with just the right amount of thick savory sauce,
drippin with noodle nuggets and Teaxs tough onions.
Mmmm mmmm that's hot, God Damn Hot.
Ask for it by name.
Thanks fellas! Alright yo, we're back
My next guest pioneered the sound in rap
He's come a long way from the LBC
Please welcome Snoop D-O-double G!
Look up in the sky, it's a bird it's a plane
It's the big dog y'all, fuckin with the Insane
Clowns, get down nigga, I represent the town
Ay yo Violent J let's go half on this pound
I stay gangsta like Vaughn, I dropped a bomb
They call me Snoop Dogg and I can raise your arm
So any MC that disagree with me
Step up and watch your muthafuckin ass meet defeat
Snoop? (What?) Now you got platinum on your walls
While other fools stare and, scratch their balls (What?)
They wanna be like you, they wanna try to steal your flow
Now (What up?) Yo, why is that so?
It's like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go
Some bitch ass nigga tryin to steal my flow
But I don't pay em no attention
Oh, should I mention?
I'm all about the money and ridin in cars with suspension
Bouncin, bankin up corners smokin dough
Smokin that weed, hangin out with my locs and folks
Don't give a fuck about nothin at all
That's why I'm known to the world as big motherfuckin Snoop Dogg
Nigga
Snoop Dogg everybody!
Now we gotta bring a close to the party
(Already? What?)
Thanks Violent J (Sure) My loc
And thanks Snoop for that bag of smoke (Get down)
Join us next time for the show
We'll have that one bitch from Letters to Cleo
(Granny!) That's it for now, I'm out this bitch

WE BE DOING MURDER EVERYDAY, WE BE GOOD ENOUGH TO GET AWAY,
YOU WON'T EVEN KNOW A WICKED CLOWN HAS HIT THY DOOR,
UNTIL YOUR MELON HIT THY FLOOR AND ROLL AWAY
How can I stop myself from murdering your neck, Methadone and Prozac only keep me in check, as soon as it's gone, I'm gonna KILL!
And that was my last refill dog Dammit! I drink lithium and I don't even know what it is, only reason why you diss me is because you want a sip!
Every time I drink it, I piss out a laser, and cut holes in the wall with my dick phaser, I'ma do time I assume, I bitch slapped thy judge right out his own court room, then I took thy bench, and sentenced myself, eternal happineess and good heath mother fucker, mother fucker, mother fucker, I represent the Hatchet, I see you eye ball lookin' at me like I'ma snatch it, and whip it to thy garbage can down thy hall, then kick you in thy ass as you search and crawl for it
WE BE DOING MURDER EVERYDAY, WE BE GOOD ENOUGH TO GET AWAY,
YOU WON'T EVEN KNOW A WICKED CLOWN HAS HIT THY DOOR,
UNTIL YOUR MELON HIT THY FLOOR AND ROLL AWAY
You know Jamie Madrox rapped about something like this only I never really thought about how horrible it really is, laying in a coffin, in a pine black box, the only sound being that of my heart if Im alive.
But I've got no pulse of ever-breath for days I remember the crash and after that it's a haze, but I do recall thy funeral, them lowering me in, it was about that time when my soul kicked back in, I tried to move my fingers or somethin', got nothin but dirt hitting the top from them shoveling, I'm fucked.
It's been at lease two weeks but I don't keep time, I just lay herre motionless in this rotting body of mine, I tried fantasy realms and dreaming my way out, it only leads to mind panicking and torturing thoughts about running and breathing will it ever really happen again, please God, heaven or hell just let something begin
Am I asleep or not, I
Don't know,
My body is rotting and I feel pain,
Gimmie to heaven or hell but don't leave me dead inside this thing,
My body wont let me go
LET ME GO
Let me go
My body wont let me go
LET ME GO
Let me go
Am I asleep or not, I don't know,
My body is rotting and I feel pain
Gimmie to heaven or gimmie to hell but don't leave my dead inside this thing,
Am I asleep or not, I don't know,
My body is rotting and I feel pain
Gimmie to heaven or gimmie to hell but don't leave me dead inside this thing,
My body wont let me go
LET ME GO
Let me go
My body wont let me go
LET ME GO
Let me go

This one is for my people all the very people This one is for my people
We got trees growin out the dirt for us to climb on beats attackin your ears for us to ryme on
Our time with a bag of purp 3 5 dimes puttin shags to work
We on both sides of the river all around the ocean spinnin like a carousel stuck in fast motion
Like that champ out on his back flat on the map i been doin that
We runnin bare foot on broken glass i cant belive it but the shit is out there and were here to receive it
Catch me on the waterfalls with sexy ass mermaids washin my balls
Were throwin rocks in the sky puttin craters on the moon chillin with the creature from the black lagoon
Communication through your stereo for every body listenin here we go
This ones for my people
The people
The very people
Listenin here
And it dont matter where (Out there)
This ones for my people
The people
The very people
Listenin here
And it dont matter where (Out there)
We flyin with the red wall needles gettin shot at floatin on a iceberg wonderin were the pot at
Grease paint with a bottle of go fetch me a lette and im outta the doo
We take you higher then lex luger always stay true to scrubs universally on wanted juggalletes and thugs
I got a robotic arm and dont nobody know it i can rip your whole head and throw it
We are a never ending story that only gets better as we make our way through this life we live together
Hooptie ridin with my headphones on vision im in a bentley on hologram chrome
The wicked shit will never die put some hatchet in your ear holes real underground baby punchin through your stereos
Somthin wicked for the chosin few so for everybody listenin this goes to you
This ones for my people
The people
The very people
Listenin here
And it dont matter where (Out there)
This ones for my people
The people
The very people
Listenin here
And it dont matter where (Out there)
For my people livin downtown (it dont matter where)
For my people livin in the forrest (out there)
For my people livin in the dry desert and where the rain pours(out there)
For my people in the jungle for my people in the beatbox (out there)
For my people in the island for my people in the crops (out there)
For my people in the snowstroms for my people in the heatwaves (out there)
For my people bein born and all my people in the graves (out there)
For my people in the swamp lands for my people of the tundra (out there)
For my people in the penthouses and the others livin under (out there)
For my people in oriente for my people of the seas (out there)
For my people in the out back and my people from the trees (out there)
For my people of the mountains for my people on the road (out there)

What did I do? Tell me:tell me what did I do?
Tell me: NOTHIN'! I did nothin' wrong! Tell me. Nothin'!
Look at that guy over there he's so skinny
He'd prolly suck my dick for a penny
That's fuckin' nasty what kinda bitch does he get
The kind that smells like shit with a scabbed lip
Pushin' all that trash in his shopping cart
Musta smoked himself into a retard
No shoes thick-ass calloused-up toes
Frozen boogers all up under his whisky nose
The motherfuckers ass is prolly molded shut
Bet he's got tadpoles livin' on his butt
I fuckin' don't understand these people
No kinda class
Somebody needs to beat they ass
I wanna tell him GET THE FUCK OFF MY BLOCK!
I wanna beat his face in with a rock!
He ain't good for shit, but bringin' our property down
Draggin' his funky ass around
He's starvin', sportin' a pair of troop sweats
Hands dried and cracked up like the Sahara
Wantin' everyone's affection
Wait a minute, that's me, I'm lookin' at my own reflection
Swing left, swing right, swing left, swing right,
Swing left, swing right, swing on, and on
Swing left, swing right, swing left, swing right,
Swing left, swing right, swing on, and on, and:
Where the fuck is this bitch, she makes me sick
I'm guessin' right now she's got a mouth full of dick
I know she fucks on me, who needs proof
She prolly kisses me with dick hairs on her tooth
I bet she fucks people in my own bed
He wears my slippers while she's givin'em head
Look what I do, I get away with it
What the fuck makes me think that she ain't never did it
Last time I beat her ass wasn't shit
Fat lips ain't nothin', this time I'm breakin' somethin'
She's gonna learn not to gimme any hassle
I'm the king, I make the money, I work at White Castle!
I'm the one who:failed in life
I'm the one who takes it out on my wife
She don't cheat, who am I tryin' to fool
I shoulda done this to myself long ago (BOOM!)
Swing left, swing right, swing left, swing right,
Swing left, swing right, swing on, and on
Swing left, swing right, swing left, swing right,
Swing left, swing right, swing on, and on, and:
This is the 3rd time you've come before me
You think you're the shit, you wanna ignore me
I told you last time I'd put you away
I don't give a fuck what you say, obey me
I am the overseer, a special being
Raise when I walk in the room, me and God are a tag team
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, I could say it all day
I swear to God you say one motherfuckin' thing to me I'll put you away
I might not be God but I'm the next best thing
Honor your honor, hail me as a king
You die, he gets life, she pays, he's free
See your destiny is all up to me
"All Rise" You heard it, loud and clear
But today, I take a load off in that electric chair
I chose to play God, and judge you well

I walked into the party with no invite
Which one of these hoes am i fuckin tonight?
This ain't my block and ain't my click
But i'm up in here and ain't scare of shit
Then i heard a cut.. (who the new dude?)
The dj tryna play me rude
I say "what they call you?"
(i'm dj clay the baddeset dj alive today peep...)
I had to back up and scoop my wig off the floor
It practically blew out the door
I brushed myself off and walked back up to 'em
That's pretty good shit ya doing but (what?)
I'm thinkin i'm a little bit better (oh yeah?)
Some folks call me the neck shredder
Cuz i cuts a lot too, so why don't you scoot down
(what's your name?) shaggy the clown
Dj clay woke up and asked what happened
"you just witnessed this here scratchin"
Everybody gathered around the turntables
Hatchetman hangin off our cables, he said
(you and me one more time, right now)
I said, "sure thing but i'll tell you how
I'll drop the rhythm and you drop the beat

I ran into a gas station, and blew somebody head off they neck
I thought it was a dream but then I look and see that I'm a bloody wreck
I can't run to my mama's house I know that she would never understand (she would never understand)
I might as well be a man, and finish what the fuck I began
I walked out and started walking away like I ain't seen a fuckin' thing (ain't seen a fuckin' thing)
I went across the street and walked up to the drive-through window at a Burger King (at a Burger King)
I knocked on the glass and the kid leaned out to tell me they were closed (close this)
I blew a hole in his face and his boy was like "Damn you got hosed Tommy, you got hosed"
I feel ready to die but it's taking so long
THE WORLD'S SO WICKED, THE WORLD'S SO WRONG
I just keep moving on, keep tryna stay strong
THE WORLD'S SO WICKED, THE WORLD'S SO WRONG
Shoot they bitch asses!
Thinkin' they ain't about to get shot,
Man fuck that!
I started hoppin' threw back yards and ran into a 7-11 (ran into a 7-11)
Jumped up on the counter aimed and blew a fuckin hole in his melon (blew a hole in his melon)
I dragged his body in the back and did the same to everybody again
Until the walls and the windows got so bloody wasn't nobody comin' in (nobody comin' in)
Police started surrounding the building and I ain't got no hostages,
But I fronted like I did holding up some dead kid
I said "I'm comin' out" they said "don't bother", and started shootin!
The corpse I'm holdin' up ain't got no head and they ain't stupid
I ran into the back and started drinkin' Drano bottles
Gettin' high as fuck I'm going out in a hall of bullets full throttle
I loaded my shit again but I never had a chance to shoot
Somebody blew my head off all I heard was Whhoooop!
I feel ready to die but it's taking so long
THE WORLD'S SO WICKED, THE WORLD'S SO WRONG
I just keep moving on, keep tryna stay strong

"Let's meet contestant number one
He's a skitsofrantic, serial killer clown
Who says, "woman love his sexy smile"
Let's find out if his charm will work on Sharon
Sharon, what's your question?"
"Contestant number one,
I believe first impressions last forever
So let's say you were to come over to my parent's house
And have dinner with me and my family
Tell me what you would do to make
That first impression really stick"
[Violent J]
Let's see, uh, well, I'd have to think about it
I might show up in a tux, HA!, but I doubt it
I'd probably just show up naked like I always do
And look your momma in the eye and tell her, "FUCK YOU!!!"
Hurry up bitch, I'm hungry, I smell spaghetti
I'd pinch her wimpy ass and tell her, "Get the food ready!"
Your dad will probably start tripping and get me pissed
I'd have to walk up and bust him in his fucking lips!
It's dinner time, we hearing grace from your mother
I pull a forty out and pour some for your little brother
I'm steady staring at your sister, I'll tell you this
You know for only 13, she got some big tits
After that, your dad will try to jump again
And only this time, I'd put the forty to his chin
After you mom does the dishes and the silverware
I'd dry-fuck her till I nut in my underwear
"Now, let's me contestant number two
He's a psychopathic, deranged, crackhead freak
Who works for the Dark Carnival
He says women call him stretch nuts
Sharon, let's hear your question"
"I like a man who's not afraid to show his true emotions
A man who expresses himself in his own special way
Number two, if you fell in love with me
Exactly how would you let me know?"
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
First thing, I could never love you
You sound like a richie-bitch, yo, FUCK YOU!!!
But if I did, I'd probably show you that I care
By taking all these other motherfuckers outta here
I'd go through your phone book and whack em all
And find contestant number one and break his fucking jaw (what?!)
Anyone who looked at you, would have to pay
I'd be blowing fucking nuggets off all day
I'd grab your titties and stretch em down past your waist
Let em go, and watch em both spring up in your face
I'd sing love songs to you, the best I can
Get you naked, and hit it like a CAVEMAN!!!
When we go to the beach and walk through the sand
I throw a little in your face and say, I'm just playin
As you spit it all out, I'd rub your back
And grab your underwear and wedge it up your ass crack!!
"Well it sounds like contestant number two
Is just over-flowing with sensativity, Sharon
It's a touch choice so far
Sharon, let's have your last question and
See which one is going to win the rights to your neden"
"Okay, if we were at a dance club, and you both noticed me at the
same time. Tell me, how would you each get my attention, and what would
your pick up line be? Well, whoever's the smoothest wins!"
[Violent J]
Okay, first I'd slide up to the bar
And tell you that I can't believe how fucking fat you are
I'd tell that I like the way you make your titties shake
And if you lost a little weight, you'd look like Rickie Lake!
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Fuck that, you'd be jocking me quick
I'd order you a drink and stir it with my dick
And then to get your attention in the crowded place
I'd simply walk up and stick my nuts in your face
[Violent J]
Yeah, freak with your nuts, yo, that'll get her
Tell her that's she fat, yeah, that'll work even better
Look, fuck you, I got a strong rap
Shit, you don't want contestant number two
He's mad-whack
[Violent J]
I walk into a bar and there he was
Standing up by a bucket, eww, trying to fuck it
It was a big fucking smelly, ass farm llama

Little Miss Muffet, oh, she never had a clue
Of the psychopathic wicked clown is finna do
Creeping through the backyards underneath the moon
Only three blocks away, the joker looney toon
Listen to the loon, listen to the pain
Listen to the one they call the Violent J Insane
Watch me as I duck and I dash through the night
I can see the shadows of the moon in my butcher knife
Pretty little world has created this monster
See me living with a dead body in a dumpster
Laughing in your castle but I can't crush your moat
But then I take a boat and cut your fucking throat
So now I'm getting closer so I crawl under a house
I'm waiting for the car to pass and then I crawl back out
Another block down just a little ways to go.... "Hello?"
I'm the neck cutter and I'm three blocks away
Violent Violent, Violent J
I'm the neck cutter and I'm three blocks away
J, J, Violent J
I can hear the crickets and the creatures of the night
You can hear me drag my foot and scrape my butcher knife
I can hear the owl as it trims a wicked tune
You can hear the loons, the loons, the loons
Listen to the little pitter-patter of my feet
As I howl like a dog and I'm running down the street
Hiding in the trees, hiding in the bushes
You're sitting on your couch and I'm underneath your cushions
Stab you in the back of the head, why not?
Your little governor is taking everything I got
I can't feed a family, I can't feed a dog
So I cut your fucking head off, hey
Wickey, wickey jokers and you know we show and prove
Jumping over roof tops, juggaluga move
Tell me have you ever seen a ghetto freak show
"Hello?"
I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away
Violent Violent, Violent J
I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away
J, J, Violent J
I gotta kill her
I have to kill her
I'm gonna kill her
I'm gonna kill her
I'm gonna...
You can think I'm joking on my joker while you laugh
I'm coming to your house I'm finna cut your neck in half
Everywhere I go the grim reaper stays on me
Cuz the fucker knows I'm always leaving dead bodies
I can see him standing at the end of the block
Cuz somebody's clock is running out of tock
Slip in the cracks of the walls of the eave
All that's justified as every punishment received
Everything you've ever done to me is out of hate
I'm begging on my knees and you slam your golden gate
So I pick myself up and I snuck around the back
And took your money stack then stabbed your fucking neck
Slowly only go as the night air is calm
I might stop and chill and drink a 40 on the lawn
Right before I take the final step to your front door
"Hello"
I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away
Violent Violent, Violent J
I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away
J, J, Violent J

Laying in my bed, I think of many horror tales
Yet I barely move, my bed is made of nails
I try to roll, my skin slowly tears away
My flesh is stuck to my bed as I begin my day
Walking out the house, this morning, the sky is red
The streets are crowded with the bodies of the living dead
They're trying to die, they're leaping off of roof tops
Uh, they only scream in pain as their body flops
I'd rather stay inside my home and only pray to die
But my house is been on fire since like '85
I can only stand a night of the fatal smoke
But see you never die, you only burn and choke
So I leave out the house and walk the land
Wild pigs run and feed off the dying man
And look around you, there's bodies hanging from the trees
But they're not dying, they're only crying "please"
I hear the thunder in the sky, so I run in hide
The deadly rain may soon come down, you got to get inside
The lunatics see the lightning, they're screaming, yes
It's raining blood, the streets are a bloody mess
About once or twice a week though it thunder storms
That's when giant heavy red and black clouds form
It's raining blood, livers, and kidneys from the sky
Prepare cuz when you die, you're coming to the killing fields
"What shall that be? What shall that be? When that fine moment
comes. When the curtains are drawn, the windows are shut, the
doors close, and you've written what you've written, you said
it, that's it. What will you look to be? What about it, mister,
when you've had your last beer. You laughed at family and
laughed at your little wife. She begged you not to go out to
that bar."
As I feed off a dead pig, I'm thinking back
To when I had a heart beat, and how I would act
I would steal from the poor, I'd laugh at the sick
But in the killing fields, you get your fucking neck ripped
So as I walk along, I meet a lot of strange folks
Some people with no eyes, and gashed open throats
And if they notice your eyeballs are working well
They try to dig em out your skull, and go for self
Now in the summertime, it's like a whole 'nother realm
Water victims, fire, and oceans overwhelm
To walk outside, the heat will surely cook your brains
Try to run across the street your hair will burst in flames
Victims in a panic run from the heated light
Underneath the city, into the sewer pipes
Into the fire storm this becomes your new land
But there's no food, so you feed off the other men
And now it's been seven months, I'm barely fed
I chase a Billy Billy goat with a human's head
He's steady screaming "Let me be! Let me be!"
But while I chase him there's another demon chasing me
All of time moves backwards, I'm growing old
And the clouds are burning fire, and so I'm told
That there's a lot of living souls such as the rich
That choose to live like a bitch, I'll see you in the Killing Fields
"You've had your big time of lust and sin and filth. What is
the end going to be when you realize that time is up? You've
crossed the finish line going in the wrong direction. What
shall it be? What about it, ya man? When you spent your life
in a few years time? You're burned out shell at 25 years of
age. What shall it be? What about it?
You could go to hell (what shall it be?)

Well, you know the juggla jumped in the mixer
Been down the road and I broke a few necks
And I'll break a few more, so what's up
Road by me on the corner, I'm a hold my nuts up
Its finna fuck you wit' dat
But if you a sewer skank let me hit dat
Cuz I'm Violent J, ain't even one to fake it
I wanna see some folded up skank bitches naked
I pass out when it gets dark
And woke up naked at the Clark Park
Gotta go, gotta get before I get the wrap
Gotta chopped off head chilling in my lap
Mr. Shrink, Mr. Shrink, I'm sick
Lunatick-tick-tock, it don't quit
It don't quit, it don't quit
Mr. Shrink, I'm sick, a lunaticky-tick
The doctor told me I'm a psycho
So I ate his face like I don't know
Knife to the neck and got some more
The night of the axe, the night of the forty fuck
Bitch, I'm a man you can talk ta
But after you leave I'm a stalk ya
If you're a little kid I'm a take ya
And if you're neck I'm a break ya
If you're an old lady I'm a mug ya
Cuz bitch, you can't fuck with the juggla
"Yes, ladies and gentlemen, he is...the juggla
He'll cut your windpipe, eat your face
And slit your motherfucking heart out
You can see this freak show at the world famous Carnival of Carnage
Keep juggling, motherfucker!"
Cuz ya know the juggla will throw ya up fast
And if I drop you that's your ass
I shake and twist, try to keep calm
I might go to hell cuz I'm down with Esham
Gotta rhyme for your Uncle Willy
Then I hit him in the head with a Billy
Willy, Willy, watch your mouth
And fuck the south
Running with a gang of twenty street hoods, yo
What's up bitch, ah, what's up ho?
Sometimes you act like you ain't down
With a psychotic wicked clown
Fucking my friends ain't healthy
Cuz I grab you by the face and fuck you up
And it's like that bitch that's the way it is
I'm allowed to fuck, ho, I'm in show biz
Sets in the hood want me for dead
So I paint my tag on they forehead
Stick your little 'kay by my taggin'
You can fit twenty clowns in a Volkswagon
And we coming straight to your brick house
I'm a huff, and puff, and blow your fuckin' neck loose
And then I might mug ya
Cuz they're will be no fucking with the juggla
"Juggling eyeballs, juggling heads
What you've heard about, what you've read
The juggling wicked clowns will come to your
Birthday party, wedding, and barmitzva
And cut your back off for a small fee
The juggla ain't taking no shorts from nobody"
"Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh
Let the fucking bass go"
And the juggla make it last
Down with 2 Dope and try n' get trashed
My fellow fucking fellas
Southwest gangster killas
Violent J, the psychopathic
Some might say I'm schitsofrantic
Others think I'm quite the psychic
But somehow the bitches like it
What's up bitch, let me get the shot
Right here and now, butt-naked on the spot
Why am I like this, like that
Why are you like that, like this
The ghetto took my brain and motherfuck I want it back
I'm that nerd in the back of the class
That went psycho and killed your ass
I slash and cut and hack
With a "Kick Me" sign on my back
In my corner is scyne therapy
They take care of me, but don't stare at me
Cuz like I said I'll mug ya
Now run on home and don't fuck with the juggla
"Finally happened, the wicked clown have come to your town
And he's got your daughter by the hand
Showing her a new land
The southwest ghetto zone, where all the jugglas roam
Come one, come all and have the juggla cut your face off
Skip to the lou"
Juggla juggla fuck with the juggla
You can't fuck with the juggla
Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh

"Welcome to another exciting episode of Del Ray's number one
game show, The Joker's Wild! Shaggy, tell us something about
tonight's contestants."
"Hey, motherfuckers
Get ready for the killer show of this bitch
We gotta cop, we gotta judge, and we gotta redneck
So step the fuck up and play the Joker's Wild!"
Woohoo!
Everybody smile
Guess who's back on your underground dial (who?)
It's the game show host with the most (Violent J)
And tonight we finna have a little pig roast
Cop copper, it's been a long while
Lace up your boots and come on down the aisle
Mr. Pig-Man packing that steel
But tonight, you ain't shit, now spin the fuckin wheel
Looks good, nice try
Now let's see just how ya gonna die?
Lucky, lucky, he landed on Carpenter Jed
He just pounds nails in your forehead
The pig got lucky that time
But let's take a look who's next down the line
Oh, the 43rd District judge
Hey pal, remember me
You threw me in jail
Take a spin or I'll snap your neck
The clicker's landed, let me check
The Jokey, hey it ain't bad at all
We just cut your face off and slap your skull
Who's next for the games and fun?
Hillbilly Earl, come on down, run
The redneck that sicked his dog on me
Now that's gonna cost you a spin, buddy
Spin around and around it goes
Staple your lips shut, cut off your toes
Then I throw your corpse on top of the pile
Anything goes on the Joker's Wild
"Tell me who killed 17 people and later ate their dead bodies?"
"Jeffrey Dahmer."
"No, the correct answer would be your mother. Shaggs?"
"Aww, shit, motherfuckers
Get ready for round two of this bitch
So, if you want your fucking neckbone chopped
Step the fuck up and play the Joker's Wild!"
You like big money and prizes, don't ya
You'd probably kill for a big prize, won't ya
Ya little bitch, it's your turn to spin
Free money, now spin again
Oh goody, the unzip your drawers
I'm finna clip this chain on your balls
Raise ya upside down for the bang bada
Now we bust your head like a pinata (hey!)
The audience loves that shit
Listen to em cheer when your forehead splits
Wait! Cut to a break, oh shit, d-damn ah
We got guts on the camera
"The Joker's Wild is brought to you by...Faygo
EVERYBODY SING!!"
"Send your momma straight up to the store, tell that bitch to bring home a
Faygo"
Welcome back to the Carnival Show
Here's your chance for the big money cash flow
Hit your buzzer, pull your lever
Joker, joker, lemon, we sever your head
Pick a door, one, two, or three
It's the same behind every door, me
There's no escape, now gimme that bald head
The crowd can't help, look, they're all dead
At home they just watching your doom
We broadcast from hell to your living room
I ripped off his knuckle, wicked clown style
Anything goes on the Joker's Wild
"It's time to play hit or miss. Contestant number one, open your
mouth. Contestant number two, get ready. Will he hit or miss....
HE HIT! What's next?"
"We got money, we got cash, we got prizes
We got blood, we got guts
We got naked dead bitches on the Joker's Wild"
I got my yellow suit and my purple tie
Somebody's gonna die, oh my
It's Mr. Thompson, my next door neighbor
Always bitchin, yellin from the kitchen
Window, see he died and he went to hell though
We meet again, I got my own game show
Spin the wheel, cuz I just can't fuck around
BONUS ROUND!
Oh shit, the end of the game
Bonus round, we goin' out with a bang
You gotta chance for money and prizes
You gotta chance at death, too hahah
So get ready, I'm coming at'cha fast
Your chance for freedom at last
Four questions, so are you ready, Jack?
"Uh, I think so", load the gat
"The governer?"
"Eats butt."
"Yes. The square root of two?"
"Uhhh..."
"Correct. Nutsacs don't belong in?"
"Butt cracks"
"Right. Richboys eat?"
"Caviar."
"No, the correct answer's bullets."
"Oh geez, this is Bink Chipperwink saying so long till next week folks
See ya later, goodbye"

"You tried to stop me, remember?
You tried to deface your own creation
But I stopped you
Did it hurt, did you feel pain?"
Guess it all began when the bullet finally struck
And I walked away harmless, it must of been good luck
Or maybe I'm dead, I'm sorry but you're dead
Maybe I outta go anyway
Strange things have happened since this day accord
A can hear a cold whisper in my every word
It's telling me I'm dead, I'm sorry but you're dead (no)
Maybe I outta go anyway
I'm feeling so stiff as I walk out the house
My tongue's so dry, think it's rotting in my mouth
Oh, tell me am I dead? I'm sorry but you're dead ("it hurts")
Life goes on for some
My boys all stare at me I wonder what they think
They don't blink and my teeth keep popping out I stink
Oh, tell me am I dead? I'm sorry but you're dead
I don't wanna die, maybe I outta go if I'm dead
My soul is so heavy that it draws me to the floor
I can hear these demons knocking at my door
They're laughing at the dead, I'm sorry but you're dead (no)
I don't wanna die, if you're dead, you're dead
I don't wanna die...you're dead, not yet now...
I don't wanna die...maybe I outta go
You're dead...I'm not goin' now...
I don't wanna die, maybe I outta go
Not yet now...
I don't wanna die...
I'm dead...
I don't wanna die...
you're dead
not yet
you're dead...
not yet
i speak

Ferris wheels and bumper cars are fun
But those rides just aren't for everyone
Bought my ticket I'ma have a run
In the maze (WHOOOO!)
If I don't come back or right away
Give me time at least a half a day
Don't just leave me lost and blown away
In the maze (WHOOOO!)
Hello ladies and gentlemen I'm Jeff Nipple
And I'm Jimbo Jizm
Welcome to the Dark Carnival's amazing maze
Over 5000 ways to get in, and no way out
Let's meet today's volunteer
This is Rick
We like to call him Rick the Dick
Dickface here is a wealthy entrepeneur
Who smacks his wife around
And buys his way in and out of everything
Let's see how Mr. Toughguy fairs up in the amazing maze
What up bitch? I'm Violent J
I'll be your guide for today, k?
Good, got mad doors and mad floors
Hallways, crawlways, walls for nedens
Make a left just before you make a right
And your left should be to your right
If your lefts right, right?
Good, begin the show
Go on ahead boy and open up the first door
Welcome to a theatrical thriller
Meet Jack Doobie a serial killer
With a chainsaw, he takes your arm at the elbow
You get it back if you make it out though
Fuck ain't no use crying all day
You need to take your bitch ass back down the hallway
You gotta be a man at least you learned
Everything you get in the maze you've earned
Keep runnin times a tickin on the clock
You might wanna tie that stump up with a sock
Turn right it might look the same
But you makin tracks through the room of thumbtacks
This really ain't shit
About a million tacks and the room spins a bit
If you stay on your feet you'll be okay
Oh let me get out of your way
Oh boy Rick the Dick is in a bit of a jam there Jeff
That's right Jimbo
He looks like a ragdoll flippin and spinnin like that
You can always witness spectacles truly amazing
Within the amazing maze
Let's see where else Rick's adventures
Will lead the little dickwipe
Hahaha, so you got a few tacks in your balls
Pick 'em all out and head right back down the halls
What's this? Dead end, doors locked
It's a long way back, just knock
Oh should've turned around no doubt
Ain't nuthin that we got to sit and argue about
Keep going make a left, right left
Now run straight ahead some more
Open up the door
Slide in the sheets, nice breeze
Relax ninja take it with ease
The maze is a place of magic
Many surprises, your dick rises
Lay down expect the best
In comes your lover with a hairy chest
Hello sexy I'm grim love
Let me have a look at your uhh milk dud
Aww shit you fell for that
I ain't gonna tell you got your hole ring tapped
All that dissin of the opposite sex
And look who just got they butthole flexed
Wait! What's that?
The walls are closing in, fuck dat
Hurry run for your life
Ohh he'll be alright
How's that sit with you Jimbo?
First he gets plugged with bullets
Then he gets his butt plugged
I think he's a fuckin idiot, Jeff
I mean what kind of asshole
Can't find his way out of this maze?
You gotta be a real dickbuffer
To wind up here in the first place
Right you are Jimbo
Let's watch the big dick fuck up some more
Alrighty ain't no need to fear
If there's a way out it's gotta be near
Hey yo look a phone
You still got one good arm so it's on
Can you hear? Ahh tongue in your ear
Drop it the phones got a life of it's own
Kiss me man hey come on
Slip down the slide go faster
Bed of nails, disaster
Quit screaming yo, hurry the fuck up and open the door
Woods, trees you're outside
Lots of places for creeps to hide
Watch your step, AHHHH, backdraft
Caught your foot and the ankles left
Creepin off with your stump
Feel something in the rump
Holla's, yeah they gonna get you
How does it feel bitch get the picture
Back indoors hey at last
Look at your family behind the glass
They look weird, they're sayin something
Listen up, "you've fucked up, you've fucked up"
Oooh they're laughin and they're pointing at you
At least you know what they're sayins true
It's one last door you made it home, or
Or what? Once again it's on
Ferris wheels and bumper cars are fun
But those rides just aren't for everyone
Bought my ticket I'ma have a run
In the maze (WHOOOO!)
If I don't come back or right away (Hey)
Hey man cut that shit
What the fuck man, happy friendly shit man
Fuck dat
It's supposed to be wicked in this bitch man

MOTHERFUCKER! YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT, DO YOU?
YOU WOULDN'T KNOW SHIT IF IT WHIP KICKED YOU
IN YOUR UGLY BITCH-ASS FACE.
YOU AIN'T EVEN BEGUN TO EXPERIENCE DRAMA, MOTHERFUCKER.
YOUR MAMMA,
YOUR MOTHERFUCKING BIG FAT CHICKEN FACE ASS MAMMA,
DON'T EVEN KNOW ABOUT THIS DRAMA, MOTHERFUCKER!
[1st Verse- Violent J]
Oh my god! look at that turn it up please
Poor Nancy Kerrigan's sweet little knees
Somebody took a black thing and went thump
That's TEEERRRIBlE! We heard about it for months
What about that one nobody guy that they found?
Dead in the grass with his, dick in his ass
Plus there was more but you won't recall
Because Micheal Jackson squeezed up on some little kids balls
What you consider...DRAMA
Ain't all that, it's just that you're wack
with your intergalactic satellite data compress
But we can't feed the homeless
Then OJ's wack story unfolded
And everybody watched that while Oklahoma exploded
900 good reasons why this world really don't care
THAT'S WHEN IT COSTS FOR A WHEELCHAIR!
[Chorus - Violent J]
What you know 'bout terrible?
(YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT'S TERRIBLE) [x2]
Yeah she's so terrible you gotta beat her you BITCH-ASS WACK MOTHERFUCKER!
[2nd Verse- Shaggy2Dope]
LOOOORRDY-lord have we got a protest, man
Some rock-and-roll ninja bit the head off a rat
Let's march in his concert, and tell him to hell
'Cause he's so fucking TEERRRIBLE
Meanwhile his records sell double and triple
'Cause of you crying about him rubbing his nipple
Religious? Shit, you helped them bank
Instead of helping them poor people eating out of them garbage cans
When you're done with them bitch, come protest me
Shit, motherfucker I could use some money
The whole world was crying when Kurt's gun went BANG!
When Eazy-E died though, it wasn't no thang
Rapper dies of A.I.D.S. but you hardly mention
Rocker blows his face off and becomes a legend
Heroin and a shotgun, a hero is made
Maybe I should do that shit so J can get paid
[Chorus]
Are your kids so terrible you gotta beat on them too
YOU DRUNK MOTHERFUCKER!!
(Rebel Flag) In your schools
(Rebel Flag) In your parks
(Rebel Flag) In your courtrooms
(Rebel Flag) In your hearts
(Rebel Flag) Stood for slavery
(Rebel Flag) Stood for war
(Rebel Flag) Stood for hatred
but just go ahead and hang your flag up some more!
(Don't worry about my goddamn flag boy
what's terrible is you damn rappers cursin')
[3rd Verse- Shaggy2Dope]
The country we live in was built by slaves
Beat down and murdered and stuffed in their graves
You put a slave owner on the one dollar bill
And you wanna know why I KILLLL PEOPLE!
[Violent J]
Bombs are blowing up, cops are corrupt
And all you care about is who the president fucked?
You don't know terrible...you will
once the iraqes come over the hill!!

The Time has come for the blood to run into the streets paved with gold
We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long
And like animals we kill each other for the hatred of others
We must move into the suburbs and punish the rich for their ignorance
For the horror of death, that is part of our life in our neighborhood
And give them a taste of the same
And when we kill the governments children
And the streets smell of death
maybe then we will see our situation in a new light
And put an end the the chaos in the ghetto and an end to the killings
Heard whats going on in the free world
Broke out the asylum and killed a girl
Just ta warm u, just to get it on
Cause im gonna be cutting throats till the break of dawn
Can't nobody get me
I've always been a psycho now they coming with me
That's straight when we team up
cause I believe every throat deserves a good cut
Look in my brain its fucking insane
roll around naked in the acid rain
Rich bitch fucka took me for a sucka
Now we killing you instead of killing each other
Walked in the house, shot him in the mouth
Leaned back the head, and pulled the brains out
My list are strong its only a saw
The government fronts like they dont know what is going on
Fuck, ill take the matter in my own hands
Cut ya down cat, cut ya down
Cause i know the rich go jogging
And im waiting in the bushes,axe to the nogging
About 30 or 40 times,psychodelic sick with the psycho psycho rhymes
But ya keep the killer in one place,
But I'm at ya door, motherfucker have a taste!
(Fucking you up wont let you pass, fucking you up, shot you in the ass)
{Jumped out the alleyway with a muthaphucking battle axe}
{12 dead bodies on the muthaphucking train tracks}
(Im sick of this shit i see on the TV,they showing psychopathics and i see me)
(And ya calling me a homeless hobo,
while I'm laying on my suede couch listening to mojo)
{Snipe ya in the head from a tower,
or chase ya naked ass clear out the shower}
{Finally catch ya on the block,
take this here gat and shoot ya in the eye}
(Who ya fucking wit governer E?
Don't ya know I'll hang ya dead ass from a tree)
{Then swing ya by ya foot}
{Mister drumma looking bald headed punk bitch}
(Stroll to the banquet party)
{Drank all they brew}
(Then shot everybody)
(They set it up wrong,
created the ghetto and thought it wouldn't last long)
{Thought we'd kill each other off,
didn't think we'd come to the suburbs.jackoff}
(The clowns stick this knife in ya Face)
({Motherfucker, Have a Taste})
In Detroit doing time, time being done
Without not another solution
Without nothing but wicked men
How many muthaphuckas ive know through the years
Got they necks blown off or crippled in their fear
Now iull tell ya cause i been in many Schools for this
Cause im drawn by the vision and close my hand into a fist
Raised in the crime with nothing to eat
So my natural instincts to kill in the street
Im going to war and i sent you caution
JumpSteady stepping over the governments brainwashing
(Take it, Take it farther, take it far)
Dont let them even judge ya, cause you know who you are
Seems they dont even know about the inner city crime war
Moneys on the jews in the desert but what the fuck for
Damn the're stupid,The mine are surrounded
Think i like to pay a lesson to a gallon
And save a human life or two
End this ghetto war for the homies that i once knew
ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes
(Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes hoe)
I got a mind killing rage waiting on my change
On the holes on my jacket i craddle my gage
What ya gonna do if i show up at your place
Try to ignore it this time, motherfucker have a taste
Ya need a spoonful, another wants a little taste
So let me feed you the city like in a steady pace
Ya wake up to gunfire thining it was a dream
Till ya hear ya neighbors holla and ya young child scream
Everyday thang, thank it to ya
Just wait till you see that cracka at ya front door naked
Begging for money, acting like he know ya
Ya slam the door in fear, but some day he'll show ya
Catch ya at point blank range ya getting jacked
(come up wit it bitch)
Now ya dont know how to act
But that's the life and the experience of a mother
Happends everyday, one another the other
But the suburb living is high class
With a high class leather city trade with ya ass
And show ya the rough times
Hungry homeless people commiting crime after crime
And bitches working the pike for dough
Then they run to the rock sella to buy some rocks slow
And i hear ya making fun of that...
ICP (What's up E) Gets ya bats
It's time for you to crack some necks
And if they dont know now, show them what to expect
Cause it dont matter the race or the place
Capitol E giving the inner city Taste
Yea! We heading to Birmingham,gross point and beverly Hills
I thought you knew, cause we in a devilish mood
Guess who's rolling with the ICP, That black devil comming straight from the D
Im heading out to birmingham,to tip off a german
And looking for the governer to kill him and i think i can
Violent J know the way so im gonna getcha
If ya standing in my way im getting wit ya
The black devil, that devil ya dont know
Getting more pussy than Bel Biv Devoe
Hey man do you know my name?
Im down with notics, nuts on train
So give me mine cause it aint about black or white
It aint about wrong or right on Devil's night
I burn a cross in ya fucking face
Now homicide's got a new case

You know the irony of life is that you have like
This big dream to get where you wanna be
But once you get there you start to dream about where you came from.
I guess that's the part of the circle of our lives
Like the hands of a clock going round.
If only we could wind them back and return to a time where the dream began.
It's all too soon that's all will be is a dream in someone's mind.
Look at me I'm famous on top of the world,
I finally reached the big time (I'm a superstar)
Stand up, step back and take a look
Is this really what I had in mind? (I don't really think so)
I guessed them goals that we set in the day,
They actually came to be (yup yup)
But now I'm looking at a blank white paper,
And with a whole book of memories (but we never read)
Seven deep in the jeep with the camo top,
Everybody and they drunk as hell,
?? and awesome dre and anybody by the right would see us
('cause we always went there)
Songs were long and pollution strong, and the faygo always warm and flat (that's nasty)
But if now if this supposed to be heaven for me, then just give me my old hell back
So take me home (to my empty refrigerator)
C'mon and take me home (to a life in which I understand)
So take me home (to my old school down in delray)
C'mon and take me home
For what little time time I got left
(c'mon c'mon) let's go yall
There's another festival down town,
Take some bottles back up to the store (I found two of 'em)
That would get us bus money down there
To get back we have to find some more (might as well get drunk)
Hanging our flyers up everywhere,
We coulda sworn we was making noise (everybody knew us)
Finally we had everyone in southwest
Representing with the jj boys (everybody)
I stole to eat (I stole)
I stole to live (I stole)
I stole only to survive (if you's a hoodlum)
Just like j said in 'ghetto zone' I stole a car with my tape inside
All we did was try to talk to hoes,
And none of them was trying to hear (not one hoe)
It woulda meant so much more back then
'Cause now it's fake hoes everywhere
So take me home (to my empty refrigerator)
C'mon and take me home (to a life in which I understand) (where you at yall?)
So take me home (to my old school down in delray) (summer time)
C'mon and take me home (delray)
Mike p yall
Southern rock for ya
Rudeboy
Oh lord don't let me get my girlfriends call
If she don't get off until two (we got all night long)
I finally show up at 4:30 am
And I still have to drop my crew off (but I'll be back)
Now I'm alone and on top of it all,
Looking deep in the back of my mind (looking deep in the back of my mind)
I realised the key to a happy life
Was right here with me the whole time
So take me home (to my empty refrigerator)
C'mon and take me home (to a life in which I understand)
So take me home (to my old school down in delray) (where you at?)
C'mon and take me home
What up everybody I'm here chilling with Samantha
"HI GUYS!"
And I bet you wondering how we like to do things around here
Well we like to do 'em with family
Were family, family
Everyone of us is family
What would life be without family
Were family, family
Well my name is Joe and I flow like whoa
I stepped on stage and I stole the show
Mini c, she down with me,
But today I'm representing all family
Save this song for years and years
Guarantee on day it will bring you tears
'cause you remember how things were back in the day
Let's try to keep it this way
My name is mom and I'm on the mic (yeah)
Kicking that style that I know you'll like
I'm from Detroit the city of boom (boom)
I used to send violent J to his room (what?!)
When I bust this funky style
My money stacks up over miles
Now I think I'll pass the mic
To another fresh MC I know you'll like
I gots mad love for everyone on this track
This rob rolling strong on a group attack
Samantha's my daughter, my mom is my mom
Nancy is my wife 'cause she is the bomb
(hey, don't forget about me in this roll call)
Joe is my brother who is standing tall
Together there as powerful as my unity
And I've been blessed to have my family
I am Samantha, I'm an MC
Rapping with my family
Love is the word I chose to use
I spread it around like it's the news
I do the booty shake everywhere I go
And I prove I can dance and also flow
If you have a problem with who I am
You can go and jump in lake Michigan
Nancy's my name and I got much fame
'cause my family's off the chain
I flow as I go so act like ya know
Or get slapped in the head without a ???
I do the booty shake with my daughter Sam
'cause she's the one with the master plan
I got much love for new York and back
Don't question me 'cause that's a fact
My name is Kris, as if you don't know
I'm feared worldwide for my crazy flow
I was born and raised in ramulous
That's where I first learned how to bust
This song is making history
'cause it's real, it's all about family
I'm quite I don't say much and I'm shy
Any minute though I might sting your eye
Were family, family
Everyone of us is family
What would life be without family
Were family, family
Yea, the Bruce brothers will never die, that's right it's all about family
I'll hax anyone that ever messed with my family

You were fuckin penny pencha id never give a incha
Short arms and deep pockets be sure to lock it real special
You wont go drivein through our neighborhood your fuckin
STAAAAAAAAALE!!!
Your women wait on you to sleep then sneak out on a creep and come back home and kiss you
Leave some nut on your cheek because that bitch a freek but you just fake like you asleep your fuckin
STAAAAAAAAALE!!!
This mother fucker got a chicken neck fool aint never earned a check
We took a watch off a deadman after a car wreck and scam and live your life as weak as you can your fuckin
STAAAAAAAAALE!!!
Bitch you got a big fuckin ass titties flashin like strobe lights
You bitches know we gotta go but you aint fuckin tonight you aint right i think i know whats wrong with you boo your fuckin
STAAAAAAAAALE!!!
Jump back off me
Get your stale ass off me
Jump back off me
Back your stale ass off me
Im fresh im fresh
So fresh so fresh
So fresh because i wont have stress
No stress
Jump back off me
Get your stale ass off me
Jump back off me
Back your stale ass off me
Im fresh im fresh
So fresh so fresh
And i dont need that staleness bitch ass!
We swing both ways and still swear thats your pimp hand
Plus your thirty somthin or other supported by your motha
Fuckin chickies without a rubber your fuckin
STAAAAAAAAALE!!!
These rappers spittin wicked shit with panties on under there jeans
Actin like there topgun but run when i pop one
You get a bullet in your smile disrespectin our style your fuckin
STAAAAAAAAALE!!!
Tou can use this as if you legit but to me your just ass talkin poop and shit
You know you should quit before we boot you lip your fuckin
STAAAAAAAAALE!!!
You say you seen bigfoot in your backyard you need to get smacked hard
Your stalkin a fat lard your windows and doors bared
You covered up the tattoo head of a jokers card you fuckin
STAAAAAAAAALE!!!
Jump back off me
Get your stale ass off me
Jump back off me
Back your stale ass off me
Im fresh im fresh
So fresh so fresh
So fresh because i wont have stress
No stress
Jump back off me
Get your stale ass off me
Jump back off me
Back your stale ass off me
Im fresh im fresh
So fresh so fresh

Welcome to the dark carnival....
Violent J....Shaggy 2 Dope....
The Insane Clown Posse....
We'll live forever...Live forever...
Come join us....Carnival awaits us...
Take my hand...Take my hand....
Shangri-La...Live forever...
Here go another clown song, freaky and weird
I'm still preachin', I'm like Noah without the beard
I'm tryin'a spread the facts that I know for sure
Yet many don't believe in our carnival freakshow
It's alright though, there's enough who do
And only time will tell if our stories are true
But for everybody here, I can promise you this
You'll never hear us rap about the typical bullshit
Bling bling, all the money they got
All the ice they wear, and all the people they shot
All the freaks they pull and all the cars they drive
Only we rap about fuckin' a bee-hive
You wanna keep it real, walk out your door
That's as real as it gets from the sky to the floor
But the Dark Carnival will take your soul away
And give you mythical adventure in a magical way
I live for, The Carnival,
I die for, The Carnival,
I pray for, The Carnival...
Please take me away, take me away
I love for, The Carnival,
I die for, The Carnival,
I pray for, The Carnival... Come take me away, take me away
Funhouse, freak shows, and murder-go-rounds
Fuck how you lookin', paint it up like a clown
Loosen up, let it go, you ain't gotta be tense
Faygo flyin' everywhere, fuck makin' sense
And that's the beauty of it, look backstage
Ain't another group out here on the same page
Run with everybody or walk with our crew
And stand on the moon, face the world and say fuck you
I ain't sitting out playing that shit
Put me in the ground where my juggalos is
Treat me special, I'ma leave your lip drainin'
We in this together waitin' on the same wagon
Let 'em laugh now, let 'em laugh for years
We'll see who's laughin' in the house of mirrors
Cuz that's where I'm goin', and if you're not
Bump that other shit and hear about the ends they got, hahaha
I live for, The Carnival,
I die for, The Carnival,
I pray for, The Carnival...
Come take me away, take me away
I love for, The Carnival,
I die for, The Carnival,
I pray for, The Carnival...
Please take me away, take me away
Live forever...Take My Hand...Forever...Live forever
Come take a journey through heaven and hell
See what we have to come, and share the story I tell
Walk hand-in-hand with the devil and God
Let 'em pull you in half, purgatory is odd
Fuck newspapers, Fuck magazines
Fuck A&Rs;, and your ball-huggin' jeans
Fuck anybody tryin' to change our ways
As long as 6 Joker Cards got somethin' to say
I speak for the crazy, I speak for scrubs
I speak for the thugs pissin' in your hot tubs
I speak for the people that you always say don't know how to act
We like 'em just like that
Fuck your Grammy's, fuck your Music Awards
I strangle your host, with his microphone cord
Fuck anybody who ain't down with the clown

If it was up to me I would never dare you
If it was up to me I would rather spare you
If it was up to me I would try to sway you
Everything is up to him
Everything is up to him
Everything is up to him
It's all out, you have to take it (Do it)
Take it (Do it)
Take it (Do it)
It's all out, you have to take it (Do it)
Take it (Do it)
Take it (Do it)
It's all out, you have to
If it was up to me you wouldn't have to fear him
If it was up to me I wouldn't let you near him
If it was up to me it doesn't really matter
Inside out, it's only
It's all out, they gotta take it (Do it)
Take it (Do it)
Take it (Do it)
It's all out, you have to take it (Do it)
Take it (Do it)
Take it (Do it)
It's all out, you have to
Ok, come on
You don't wanna see what goes on over here
You don't even wanna get near
If I was you I'd turn around and back home now
Before your ass gets stuffed little buster
Tryin to mean mug with that lip flappin
What you thought was gonna happen?
Turn around bitch boy and break off fast
Before you get that foot in your ass Mother fucker!
Everything is up to him
Everything is up to him
Everything is up to him
It's all out, you have to take it (Do it)
Take it (Do it)
Take it (Do it)
It's all out, you have to take it (Do it)
Take it (Do it)
Take it (Do it)
It's all out, you have to take it (Do it)
Take it (Do it)
Take it (Do it)
Everything is up to him
Everything is up to him
Everything is up to him

Aloha hoes its big joe on the intro
My dick in your mouth its that simple
Im violent j with a gang of dick
For you and them rabbits you hangin with
My clown paint glows in the dark dont be scared
If somthin starts ticklin your ass its my beard
Im freaky you need to be slobbing me down and swalloing me up
China man follow me up
Rippin hoes from state to state
Dick in her mouth nuts on her face
Daddy long stroke tryed to kill her tonsils
Cause i love the way she choked on my johnson
Suck this dick like you do a slurpee and the sounds you make make me more horny
So swallow this nut cause you love the taste and if you dont it will be on your face
Shes sexy (sexy)
Dont spit it out
She cought it (cought it)
Keep it in your mouth
All in her face
Make a real juggalo wanna say his grace
Shes sexy (sexy)
Dont spit it out
She cought it (cought it)
Keep it in your mouth
All in her face
Make a real juggalo wanna say his grace
Sweaty if you love to suck dick
Take it in the face bitch let me bust this
To many bitches act like they dont suck
Then become a rider when they taste that nut
Dont get it twisted tho in order to hit it and get it you gotta be a gifted ho
Some head is worth paying for aint me you gotta love to do and do it for free for real
Heres a story about juggalo randy
He met a chick licked the dick like candy
Now hes hooked and hes buying her gold
She whipped his ass like pussy control
When you lick the dicks your done for good
Fuckin triflin hoes straight outta the hood
Now you stuck with a 7 day itch screamin bitches aint shit but hoes and tricks
Shes sexy (sexy)
Dont spit it out
She cought it (cought it)
Keep it in your mouth
All in her face
Make a real juggalo wanna say his grace
Shes sexy (sexy)
Dont spit it out
She cought it (cought it)
Keep it in your mouth
All in her face
Make a real juggalo wanna say his grace
What you gonna do when the dick is on raw
You gonna suck it or fuck or leave it alone
Im a raw ass dude with a gang of blades
Hope your mouth dont have a condition of razeblades
Or imma fuckin leave ya bitch dont see ya
Cause bitch i dont need ya
Please i dont wanna say all the drama
How you swallowed my dick like Jeffry Dahmer
Hey ladys! fuck off and lick nuts
Shaggy 2 fresh got some meat for these sluts
I see you likein that thong all up in your ass crack
Makein me think you want some dick were thats at
I shoot hoops with my two balls your nedens the basket (Slam Dunk!)
Hoes just call me fantastic
Dick stretchin your lips like elastic
Now swallow that shit like a freaky fast bastard
Shes sexy (sexy)
Dont spit it out
She cought it (cought it)
Keep it in your mouth
All in her face
Make a real juggalo wanna say his grace
Shes sexy (sexy)
Dont spit it out
She cought it (cought it)
Keep it in your mouth
All in her face

If I had things my way, I wouldn't be a zero
Rather be respected like Pierre Ferro
Every album I touch 5 mics
I'd be on MTV with Tommy Lee ridden dirt bikes
Me and Fred Durst cooking brought worst
And one of those huge barbecues with them Bunny skirts
I wouldn't need a barricade at my shows
'cause it would be nothing but celebrity friends the first 10 rows
I'd have a 90 pound slut on my arm
Who likes like a little skinny dude with a perm
But she's a super model and she works in Brazil
And her daddy places pool on the isle of ???
I remember when I met at a party in France
I sent her a rose with a note "May I have this dance?"
Jeckel whut? I don't even know who they are
If I had things my way, I'd be a superstar
I'm so famous I'm so sweet
I'm so neat I can't be beat
Call my one time
I'm so fashion, I'm divine
I'm so famous I'm so sweet
I'm so neat I can't be beat
Call my one time
I'm so fashion, I'm divine
I got a call this morning Denis Rodman & Carson Daily
They want to meet me up for lunch at the Bailey
And I don't even know them people
But we famous, so we consider each other equal
Where am I from? Oh yea Detroit city
I remember that tiny little town, so itty bitty
I think I used to have some family there
In fact I wonder if. Rmmm... anyway, jauque do my hair
Sniffing cocaine off of crystal counter top
Kissy face, sucking on her ruby red lolly pop
Shaggy Who? Watch me clean up the ghetto
I sleep on a mattress sprinkled with rose pedals
Make my music, write my song I'll come sing it
And when the royalty check comes, better bring it
Mr Masoose come and rub me down gently
Mom hers the keys, go and wash the Bentley
(Fast Talking I Can't Even Make Out)
Superstar....
I'm like a zerko, I suck my drummers dick
I ain't gay or nothing, I just did it for kicks
I like to play the crazy rock star it helps my rep
You shoulda seen me at the movie premiere with Johny Depp
I love Hollywood parties, I live like a star
I'll kiss your ass, even if I don't know who you are
I'll jump in your pictures and I'll get in your way
I'm annoying as fuck, I'm like that one kid from Sugar Ray
Do I remember Twiztid? Of course I do, Twisted Sister,
They used to play with Motely Crue
Oh you mean them rapper kids that were down with me?
No, I don't recall, excuse me, security!
I don't need old friends, I'm way bigger
Sorry, my phones ringing, it's Tommy Hilfiger
I'll see you when I see if I remember who you are

"Yeah, you give sax lessons. Why not to spend the night?
I am only to spend the night? I play music of the night.
No, no, I'm not awake in the day.
Read my lips, eww scary. Aww, man, why you guys in the goddamn,
Yellow Pages then, the fuckin, the goddamn, what's it, no,
it's the Weekly. In paranthasees, 'No gig...eww, scary'.
And that's just what I am. Scary."
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
Nah, bitch, Super Balls, is the name
And I come from a far away planet
Southwest Del Ray, goddamn it!
And it's the land of the smog-filled maniacs
Super Balls, and concrete nutsacs
You know that fat lady skank that always bothers you
I'm here to fuck her, yo, that's what I do
So tell me where the hoes is at
The fat loopy bitches with the lumpy backs
Super Balls ain't scared of a fuckin' thing
Hold your belly up and I'll stick you with my Super Wang
So, who's next, the bitch with the rubber eye
It won't shut, and now she can't find a guy
It scared everybody off, so I guess my duty calls
BITCH!!!!!!!!!! Call me Super Balls
Ain't no bitch to fat
Ain't no bitch to whack
Ain't no bitch to ugly
For Super Balls, woowoo!
I met a girl looked a lot like a turkey
So I fucked her and her neden went bublabublabubla
Cuz I could give a motherfuck about looks
I just jock up another one for the books
I know this bitch fat round like a beachball
You can roll her up, and bounce her off the wall
We played ball, shoot hoops, she can hold steady
Then I stick my dick down in the fat patty
Just cuz no one calls your home
Don't mean that you're all alone
Just call Super Balls to the rescue
Now here's what I'm a do
I might stick my big toe in your butthole
And then tickle your neden with my other toes
Ugly bitches in need, I crash through their walls
Big daddy J Violent Super Balls
Ain't no bitch to fat (yeah, motherfucker)
Ain't no bitch to whack (better ask somebody)
Ain't no bitch to ugly
For Super Balls, woowoo!
"It's a bright mid-summer day in Metropolis, and there's not much
news fit to televise at Galaxy Communications. Where, in his
office, Clark Kent is monitoring the twelve o'clock news."
"Uh uh, it goes thump thump thumpin against your clit"
"Harder, harder!"
"Lois Lane, ace reporter for Galaxy Communications, opens Clark's
door and looks in."
"When the hell do I get something out of this?"
It's down, it's down with the clown
Fuck fat bitches and charge by the pound
I gets paid and I bought a new Lexus
Cuz I fucked a bitch bigger than Texas (yeeehaw!!)
Super Balls don't care where his nuts at
One night, I found em in your mom's butt crack
You was playin Nintendo upstairs
I had my dick stickin in your mom's butt hairs
Granny walked in, puffing on a jay
"Pfft, my pussy's turning grey"
She asked if I would mind dipping in the sugar walls
I said it ain't no thing for Super Balls
Super Balls is in the motherfucking house!!!
Ain't no bitch to fat
Ain't no bitch to whack
Ain't no bitch to ugly

Suicide Hotline, may I help you?
Yeah... Uhh... Well I'm about to fucking kill myself...
Listen you don't want to do that, OK? You don't want to do that.
I'm gonna... eh... There's so many fucking reasons why I don't even need to be here anymore.
There's no reason
I'm gonna put a slug in my fucking head!
You don't want to do that, you want to be here on Earth, OK?
Fuck that shit man! I got a gun right now.
Put it away
...and I got it right under my chin, man, fuck that!
Take it away from your chin.
I'm gonna blow my head all over the fucking ceiling
No you're not, OK?
Fuck this shit man...
Just talk to me, OK?
It ain't no point to me waking up,
Everybody's time I'm taking up,
I got nobody, it ain't a shoulder near,
I can't stay here & it's colder there,
I don't wanna look back 'cause it's gonna hurt,
I slice my wrist & it's gonna squirt,
For me everybody holds a hate,
I get backstabbed & everybody holds the stake,
It's no roads to take, I'm in a circle drive,
Busting at myself & I'm trying to survive,
I'll disappoint you, & I will let you down,
And I ain't got many home boys coming around,
You don't understand, so don't say you do,
I swear I'll put a motherfucking slug in you,
I'm the only one,
The lonely one,
At home alone loading a gun, thinking "Why not?"
"Why not? Why would you wanna die?
Okay, you have feelings inside your head, okay?
I understand that feelings lead to depression
When you have depression, you have a lonely void inside of your heart, okay?
And your heart means everything to the world, okay?"
I got court coming up, I stole a truck.
I got a bitch pregnant & I'm broke as fuck,
I wanna get high but I got piss test,
I'm always first name on top of the shit list,
Get this, the witch has made my chest
It's permanent nightly visiting nest,
It ain't no clothes that I look good in,
I'm the motherfucking big red train that couldn't,
I got no family, I stole they shit,
Restraining orders & I still won't quit,
I hit rock bottom & then I fell in a hole
And then I fell through the floor of that hole some more,
I been missing for a year, nobody's looking,
I got beat down & my shit tooken,
I look ahead & all I see is more of the same,
Or this self-inflicted bullet hole pouring my brain
"Ooooooookay, I understand that you're in pain, okay?
I understand everything you're going through
I've been there myself, okay?
Now, your pain is my pain,
Alright? And I feel your pain, and I wanna be your friend
Just me and you, friends"
I dream about cutting heads off with a shovel,
The dreams are getting serious, think I'm in trouble,
I don't hold memory for more than an hour,
I'm tired as fuck & I'm drained of power,
I ain't half way there & I'm all out of time,
I'm like a crushed light bulb, all out of shine,
I've been around the world but no place is home,
I wanna see the other side when I face this chrome,
I'm butt naked, I've been jacking off, getting drunk,
It's my last hours alive, who gives a fuck?
It don't matter,
I'm doing the shit in the garage,
Trying to make it easier for them to clean my head splaage,
This bitch I loved, I hope she finds me,
Still up in the chair with my thoughts behind me
I'm about to do it,
Can you hold for a second?
Wait a min!
Hello?
Hey what's up?
Where you at?
Right down the street?
With who?
My girl Shannon, we were wondering if we could stop by
Well shit yeah... com'on... bye
Really?
Yeah hey...
I know bring some blunts
Uh huh, alright, bye
So we pray, our father Lord be together.

Take a look around ya, tell me what ya see?
Ya see flames and smoke...then there's me
I'm burnin' houses and jumpin telephone poles
They call me fireface, I'm suckin' hot coals
Give me a quarter, I'll buy a quarter worth of gas
Sneak in your house, and slowly poor it in your ass
Blaze it up, you run around screechin' scorned
Your ass is burnin', your nuts pop like pop corn
And when I see ya, I stomp all the flames out
Stomp your face then your ass... stomp your titties
I'll stomp your balls, we stomp in my wicked town
Forks up and forks down, a wicked clown
I represent like a true gangbanger should
I paint the forks and your K's in your neighborhood
And when you see me, give a nod, say what up
Then walk away or I'll stomp your fuckin mouth shut
When I'm done, I drink a couple gallons of gas
And then I stick a lighter in my ass
Yeah, so if you down with the fucking clown
Check it oooouuuuuttttt!!!!
I say stomp you say woo woo
STOMP! woo woo STOMP! woo woo
I say stomp you say woo woo
STOMP! WOO WOO STOMP! WOO WOO
I say stomp you say woo woo

The stalker
Yeah
The stalker
I'm gonna stalk this hoochie
I'm gonna stalk this hoochie
So I'm gripping this old peice of shit, right?
Here's this smoochie poo at the stop light
Ahem, how's about a date?
Two tickets for the circus, pick you up at 8
Fuck no, you're a loser
Yeah, but I'll stick my boot up your ass
Heh heh, but I ain't nagging
To the next light in my pink volkswagon
Oh, excuse me, ho, but I'm Violent J act like you know
Violent J the country singer?
No, Violent J the southwest gangstero
And the bitch was gone (awww)
So I followed her home (huh?)
Cause I got it going on (ohhhh!)
And I'm in the Haugh (Yep!)
Parked at a spot good enough to hawk her
Things you do when you's a stalker
"So, what happened?"
"I really don't like to talk about it, but he ruined my life, I mean he
was everywhere,everywhere I went."
The stalker
I think that ditso likes me, yeah
She tells you to fuck off with such class!
I think that ditso likes me
Yeah, go on and get that ass!
Well, the stalker stalks his target
Just happened to see her at the super-market
Oh, hi, hey, that peanut butter sucks
You wouldn't like Jiffy, it ain't go no nuts
Why don't you try these?
She ran away scared, and I'm staring at her butt-cheeks
Cause I know she loves me, she wanna tease and tease and rub and dub me
"Hello?"
Hi, it's me
"Hello?"
You love me
"Hello?"
I love you
"Hello?" "Hello?"
Biggity bop boom!
I'm back in a stone brick house
Candle light dinner and some Mexican chow
Yo, I know she gonna show up
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick, no luck
Peep through her window, jack off in her back yard
Somebody pulled a joker's card
And you know what joker caught you
Things you do when you's the stalker
"Are you okay?"
"I don't know, because I know he'll be back. He always come back. I'll
never be able to lead a normal again."
"It's okay."
The stalker
I'm gonna stalk this hoochie (oochie coochie poochie)
I'm gonna stalk this hoochie (smoochie coochie poochie)
I've been hawking for about 2 weeks
And I ain't even got a fucking kiss on the cheek
She with some fuck face!
I'm gonna put that college boy in a neck-brace!
I gotta just chill
She loves me lots, and that's for real
That night, I snuck in her back door with a bucket of chicken and a bottle
of Faygo
Tip-toe, tip-toe creeping, cause I know my baby's sleeping
Snuck in the bedroom, look through (aaaahhh!)
She stuck me in the eye with a broom
Pulled it up
Popped my eye back and I can't find her
Ran through the bedroom, ran through the living room, ran for the
bathroom, gotta take a doo
Now I stress pulling out my hair, I think I heard that bitch up-stairs
Up the steps, wicked clown
Then I hear a clicking sound
Honey, is that you? How's about a kissy smoochie poo?
Her daddy's gun to my nugget
Never liked the bitch, anyway, fuck it
"So what'd you do?"
"I tried to run, but he was always right there, just ahead of me."
"He would always catch me, and hurt me."
Nah, man
She don't like me man
Nah, she don't like me, man
That bitch shot me in the head, man
She shot me in the nugget, man
Nah, she don't like me, man, she don't like me
She shot me in the nugget, man
How's she gonna like me, man?
She shot me in the nugget, dog
She don't like me, man
Stop it, man, she don't like me
No she don't!
Look at my head, man!
She shot me in the forehead, man!
How's she gonna like me, man?

Once upon a time there were three little pigs
who went out into the big world
to build thier homes and seek thier fortunes.
The first little piggy, his house is made of wood
He lives in a chicken turkey piggy neighborhood
He likes to fuck his sister and drink his moonshine
A typical redneck filthy fuckin' swine!
I rode into town with my axe in my holster
Everybody knows about the wicked piggy boaster
The sherrif at the border ,he tried to take me out
I drew my axe with the quickness-and cut his adam's apple out!
Walked in the village and to the piggy's place
He opened up his door and shot me in the face
And blew me off the porch-and blew my head in half
But I'm a Juggalo so it only made me laugh (ha ha!)
Axe in hand, I rose like the dead
And swung with all my might- made a thump noise in his head
Since we out west, I grabbed a shotgun
And blew his fuckin tounge out the back of his cranium!!
Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like a sound when you hear a piggy die
I might choose a gun (NO!)
I might choose an axe (YES!)
The Carnival's in town- come and get your piggy snacks
The second little piggy, his house is made of brick
And this little piggy is a mother fuckin dick
He lays down his rules and reads you your rights
In that funny lookin car with the little blinkin lights
I drive a volkswagon bug 17 deep
Packed fulla Juggalos, lights out and we creep
To the piggy station and lay on the horn
First piggy out- we blow his lungs out his uniform
Now they in persuit like Starski and Hutch
But theres only two of them-the rest are out to lunch
They call up Dunkon Doughnuts to gather up the rest
25 piggies with they bullet-proof vests
We lead them in a chase,they bustin off rounds
But now they all fucked cuz we at the Carney grounds
And they gettin swallowed by their very on breed
DARK CARNIVAL and wicked clowns because we need....
The last little piggy, his house is made of gold
He lives in a mansion on his own private road
I started walking down it- the gaurd he told me wait
I snapped his fuckin neck in two and slammed his nuts in the gate
Cuz this little piggy must defianatly die!
I'm a lop his nugget off and toss it in the sky
And then I watch the moon take the form of the devil
And pull it out the sky and beat it with a shovel
People in my city, they fightin for they meals
He sleeps on a matress stuffed with hundered dollar bills
A richey is the devil- he never will admit it
So I'm 'a cut his hand off and slap his face wit' it
Opened up his door, he sleeping in his bed
I grabbed a brick of gold and slapped it upside his head
He begged for his life, I told him its too late
And tied his neck in a knot and watch him suffocate

"Come and get it! Woo!
We got some fresh fills for your fat chicken-ass to snack on, bitch!
So here, start with a slice of this fresh piggy pie, motherfucker!"
The first little piggy, his house is made of wood
He lives in a chicken turkey piggy neighborhood
He likes to fuck his sister, and drink his moonshine
A typical redneck filthy fuckin' swine
I rode into town with my axe in my holster
Everybody knows about the wicked piggy roaster
A farmer at the border, he tried to take me out
I drew my ax with the quickness, and cut his chicken feathers out
Walked in the village, and to the piggy's place
He opened up his door, and popped me in the face
And blew me off the porch, and cracked my head in half
But I'm a Juggalo, so it only made me laugh (hehe)
Forty in hand, I rose from the dead
And threw with all my might, I made a ping noise off his head
Since we out west, I had a little fun
And pulled his fuckin tongue out the back of his cranium
Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might use a gun (no), I might use an ax (yes)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks!
The second little piggy, his house is made of brick
And this little piggy is a motherfucking dick
He sits on his bench and gets all the respect
But if I get a chance, I'm goin' straight for the neck
He walked in the room, and everybody rose
Lopped off bucket chillin' underneath my clothes
First they let the piggy, now you can finally sit
But what this piggy don't know is he's about to get his neck wet
Now I see the bailiff, I'm thinkin' what the fuck?
I can smoke this room before his hearing aid will pick it up
Old-ass man, I let him get away
That tired motherfucker will probably die tomorrow anyway
Here come the piggy, it's time for my case
His eyes are blood red with a wicked lookin' face
He saw my joker's smile, and sentenced me to die
So I ragged on the bucket, made it fuckin' rain pork rinds
The last little piggy, his house is made of gold
He lives in a mansion on his own private road
I started walking down it, the guard he told me wait
I bounced off his head and did a Jackie Chan over the gate
Cuz this little piggy, must definitely fry
I'm a lop his nugget off and toss it in the sky
And then I watch the moon take the form of the devil
And pull it out the sky, and beat it with a shovel
People in my city, they fightin for they meals
He sleeps on a mattress stuffed with hundred dollar bills
How rich he is the devil, he never will admit it
So I'm a take his money stack and stuff his face with it
Opened up his door, he's sleeping in his bed
I grabbed a brick of gold and laid it upside his head
He begged for his life, I told him it's too late
And took away his dough and watched the devil suffercate

Voodoo, runnin' from my magic
Brain insane, Shooga whooga bah
Southwest voodoo's in the haugh!
Wicked voodoo, joker killer
Magic, dark magic
Met this kid named Louie Lou
He thought he could fuck with this voodoo
So I turned his head into a lima bean
And then flicked it off his shoulders
From Mookan House to Shangra La
Egyptian Pharaoh, coompata
Follow me, and join us as we pray
To the seventeen moons of Coonga Del Ray
Walked in the lunchroom chantin' spells
With bamboo bitches and voodoo bells
Got my own food, who wants some?
I got possum nipples and raccoon tongue
A non-believer once started to laugh
So I launched a fireball up his punk-ass
Then everybody heard him squeal
"This voodoo shit's for real!"
It just takes...
A head from a newt, a wing from a bat
A tongue from a snake, a tail from a rat
A neck from a chicken, an eye from a crow
And a little bitty itty bitty little drip of Faygo
Brain insane, Shooga whooga bah
Southwest voodoo's in the haugh!
Wicked voodoo, joker killer
Magic, dark magic
Crypt on Verner on a windy night
You see voodoo scribblings in the moonlight
Painted all on the city street
It's the ancient craft of gang banging
Hey! J! What's in the bag?
A shrunken head, and shriveled scrotum sac
Why? Ya think voodoo's fake?
Come to the graveyard, I'll make the dead wake
"Raise, raise, shooga-boom ba.
Sleep no longer, raise, quick
Raise, raise, shooga-boom ba,
Leave us alone, you fuckin' punk bitch!"
Well, fuck it, I ain't that good yet
But one day you can bet I'm a freak
We'll make the whole world dance with the dead
And just like my homey said
It only takes...
Voodoo running from my magic

Ahhh, make way for the lunatic
I wanna stop, I drive by the camp quick
I want necks 2 or 3 maybe more
To squeeze again, and again, and squeeze some more
I came up, walkin down Boulavard
Then this girl, she makes my nutsack hard
I don't know, what about my mental state
They might find a bitch dead, theres nothin else that I hate less
Hey man jump in, toots, hungary? Well I got some, nuts
Oh shit, she's runnin on my wang
Then somethin goes, snap, bang
Eh bitch, ha ha, die
Her neck long, skinny like a french frie
So I twist, turn, tangle then I strangle
Cuz I'm the Southwest Strangla
I want necks, long, tall, skinny
Any ol' necks at all, if any Jenny, Linny, Sidney, Sue
I want, necks, so I go to the zoo
I choke a Pelican, I did it right
I choke an Ostrich, long ass neck
But I'd rather be killen at the prom
I pick up my date, I get to meet her mom
Hello Miss I hurry home quick
All I wanna do is choke her neck a bit
Worry not, I bring the corpse back
I just wanna hear a neck bone snap
Why me? Hey I'm sweatin Comosion, dillusion, confusion, psycho
All I wanna do is kiss you good-bye
Before I mangle ya
Cuz I'm the Southwest Strangla
I got the southside scared, cuz I'm weird
I was a freak in the 2nd grade I had a beard
I sit alone in the back of the art class
And draw necks with a big red dash
I never thought I'd be a lunatic
A descrase, a droped out mental case
I quit school, but I never left the hall
I grab kids and drag 'em in between a wall
Hear 'em scream, echo through the gym class
You hear me chokin bitches up in the wind shaft
They call me, The Ghost of the Bad Lands
But I'm really just a killa, with big hands
Allow me to squeeze your neck dear
Until your brains pop dead out your fucken ear
Burry them in my back yard With a twisted spine broken bones

*The smog is coming*
*The smog is coming*
*The smog is coming*
*The smog is coming*
Aw, shit here it comes creeping through the cracks
The nooks the crannys it hit me smack!
It's filling up my head - I gotta get it out
I got me a plan to get the shit out
Pulled out a ice-pick and picked the bitch up
Smackin' it pushin' it in my ear-fuck!
Lord oh please what's happening to me?-
It's the poisonous air from the smokestacks G
Seeping in my head, fucking up my brain
Driving me crazy, nuts, insane
Sewer, sludgy, greasy slime I'm always bucking with all the time
Cuz he's my motherfucking enemy number 1
Trying to puncture on my life by filling up my lungs
The shit you call air, but I call it death
Cuz it makes me choke and lose my breath
My toes begin to curl, my fingers start to fold
Got droul on my lips and my body's getting cold
Don't know what to do so now I start to panic
But it's too late, I'm dead the smog got me fucked!
*The smog is coming*
*The smog is coming*
*The smog is coming*
*The smog is coming*
It's another cloudy day, it's raining, but not water
It's raining oil out the sky I think I oughta
Make a run but I slipped on an oil-slick
I can't move, I think I broke my fucking neck
It's no surprise, I'm laying there paralized
Looking up into the sky helped me realize about us
The clouds form a Devil's face, it must be a mirror image of the human race
And oh shit, here it comes-the deadly smog
I can tell by the howl of the stray dog
The air is calm, the streets are so still
When the smog creeps out the pipes for a kill
Broken neck, I'm chillin' cuz I'm a gonner
I can see the smog creepin' around the corner
I lay still and hope it doesn't notice me
Oh shit, shit, fuck, fuck, shit G!
Looking up just to see his deadly jaws
I think, I think, I think I shit my draws
But its ok, the smog left me alone
So I lay and watch the clouds turn into stone
And come crashing down over Del Ray
One even landed on your homeboy Violent J
And I'm dead, crushed me in a split second
So if I'm dead then what the fuck I'm doin' on this record?
*The smog is here!*
*The somg is coming
What you gonna do?
When it comes for you?
*The smog is coming
~Thoughts in my head of a clown~
Thoughts in my head
Of a dead body laying in his house for 3 weeks
Untill his neighbors complain about the smell
Didn't he have anybody to know he was dead?
Thoughts in my head
Of a sereal killer in Iowa decided to kill himself
Before he actually killed someone else
Was that good?
Thoughts in my head
Of an ocean of blood
That when the bombs drop and causes tidal waves
Tidal waves that paint the town red
Everybody's dead
Thoughts in my head
Of mothers and fathers who look at me
And I can feel the hatred in their in eyes
And it's cold
And children are nothing but them in the future
Accept it
Thoughts in my head
Of a woman sitting on her porch, bald-headed
Because of a disease she caught from the air
The air that we breathe
The air we breathe is fucked up--Its fucked up!
Thoughts in my head
Of people wanna kill me
But you can't kill me
Cuz if you kill me, I'll be back to kill you
Done it before, do it again
Thougths in my head
Of a 16 year old little fucking punk
Sitting in his classroom
Drawing a gang sign on a folder
In his Burmingham Hills
Well fuck what you know about love
Thoughts in my head
Of people despise me and hate me and don't know me
I hate you too
So it's all good, it's all good
Thoughts in my head
Of a society that is so fucked up and so evil
That if somebody prays, they get made fun of and laughed at
But it's not gonna be funny
They'll be laughing
When the bombs drop and the town is red

Welcome everyone
Nate it's good to see you back
People we have a new member today
I'd like you to meet him
He's gonna stand up and tell us
What's going on with him and
What he wants to change about himself
If you will
Ummm hello everybody
My name is Violent J
and I'm an axe murderer
(Hi Violent J)
Ok now remember we all have similar problems
And that's why we're all here
To help each other work them out
Well I just hope you guys don't think I'm crazy but uh
(Tell us, tell us, tell us, tell us)
Ok I will tell you if you don't tell no one else
Think I have a problem and I probably could use help
You know the midnight killer that's been all over TV
I'm not totally sure but I think it could be me
Something happens to me when I'm sleeping in the night
Wake up in my backyard with a shovel and a knife
Filling up a hole again I've dug up 32
I know all my dreams of murder probably all are true
I choke 'em (choke 'em)
Kill 'em (kill 'em)
Stab 'em (stab 'em)
Right
Choke 'em (choke 'em)
Kill 'em (kill 'em)
And sleep right through the night
Choke 'em (choke 'em)
Kill 'em (kill 'em)
Stab 'em (stab 'em)
Right
Choke 'em (choke 'em)
Kill 'em (kill 'em)
And sleep right through the night
I walk around my neighborhood in my slippers and my sweats
Snoring loud and mumbling steady squeezin necks
Never have to worry about traffic or the cops
All I have to do is stay away from donut shops
I remember napping time in kindegarten class
Wasn't quite a killer yet, I'd only beat some ass
Never very popular most kids would point and stare
That's why I bring the Nyquill and drink that shit right there
I choke 'em (choke 'em)
Kill 'em (kill 'em)
Stab 'em (stab 'em)
Right
Choke 'em (choke 'em)
Kill 'em (kill 'em)
And sleep right through the night
Choke 'em (choke 'em)
Kill 'em (kill 'em)
Stab 'em (stab 'em)
Right
Choke 'em (choke 'em)
Kill 'em (kill 'em)
And sleep right through the night
I think, well I hope it's like
All bigots and richies that I'm killing but
Probably an occasional innocent bystander every now and then
That's ok we all make mistakes
But are you absoutely sure that
It's even you doing these killings?
The more I think about it all I see that it could be
Everytime I meet a girl and bring her home with me
Wake up in the morning there's no sign of my sweetheart
Yet I see another hole is dug up in my yard
Denny's all night murders, and the Kinko's killing spree
Missing Sunday paper boys I can't believe it's me
I'm the only one from summer camp that made it home
Could this really be what's goin on?
Let me sleep on it
I choke 'em (choke 'em)
Kill 'em (kill 'em)
Stab 'em (stab 'em)
Right
Choke 'em (choke 'em)
Kill 'em (kill 'em)
And sleep right through the night
I choke 'em (choke 'em)
Kill 'em (kill 'em)
Stab 'em (stab 'em)
Right
Choke 'em (choke 'em)
Kill 'em (kill 'em)
And sleep right through the night
I choke 'em (choke 'em)
Kill 'em (kill 'em)
Stab 'em (stab 'em)
Right
Choke 'em (choke 'em)
Kill 'em (kill 'em)
And sleep right through the night
I choke 'em (choke 'em)
Kill 'em (kill 'em)
Stab 'em (stab 'em)
Right
Choke 'em (choke 'em)
Kill 'em (kill 'em)
And sleep right through the night
Ride around on possum back and eat with the racoons
Chirpin with the crickets naked underneath the moon
Every morning I wake up and check if I've been gone
Muddy boots, and Steak 'n Shake food wrappers on my lawn
I cannot imagine just to think what I have done
Sat there eating chili fries and slaughtered everyone
Tried to see a hypnotist to get inside my head
But woke up and found that bitch dead because
I choke 'em (choke 'em)
Kill 'em (kill 'em)
Stab 'em (stab 'em)
Right
Choke 'em (choke 'em)
Kill 'em (kill 'em)
And sleep right through the night
I choke 'em (choke 'em)
Kill 'em (kill 'em)
Stab 'em (stab 'em)
Right
Choke 'em (choke 'em)
Kill 'em (kill 'em)
And sleep right through the night
I choke 'em (choke 'em)
Kill 'em (kill 'em)
Stab 'em (stab 'em)
Right
Choke 'em (choke 'em)
Kill 'em (kill 'em)
And sleep right through the night
I choke 'em (choke 'em)
Kill 'em (kill 'em)
Stab 'em (stab 'em)
Right
Choke 'em (choke 'em)
Kill 'em (kill 'em)
And sleep right through the night
I choke 'em (choke 'em)
Kill 'em (kill 'em)
Stab 'em (stab 'em)
Right
Choke 'em (choke 'em)
Kill 'em (kill 'em)
And sleep right through the night

Skitsofrantic, don't panic
Leave me alone, get the fuck on
Skitsofrantic to the bone, when I'm home
I hear people walking in the other room
Cooking up chicken, chilling in my kitchen
Try to drive home, someone's in the back
Whisperin words, breathin on my neck
Flickin my ear, I know they're right there
But I can't see em in my mirror, uh
Laying in my bed, I'm better off dead
They're trying to figure out a way to cut off my head
Hiding under covers, they're trying get me
But I can tell one of them is under there with me
I got a phone call, I can't pick it up
Can't do a thing, just let it ring
Cause if I do, the phone will explode
I think I better leave him on hold
You're skitsofrantic, don't panic
I better just chill, bitch get real
I know you're trying to poison my meal, I know the deal
You want me dead so that you can get paid
I ain't gotta dime, so don't waste your time
I gotta kill them or they'll kill me
Who's these guys trying to walk down my street
He's got a mail bag, he's probably just frontin'
I'm a give his ass something, motherfucker
The man next door try to take me out
So I set a pipe bomb and blew up his house
Here come the cops, I don't know shit
How do I know you're legit, bitch?
I hate to say it, but fuck Mark Crem
Cause I can tell, he's just one of them
Every night I see him on my little TV
He's always looking at me, why?
You're skitsofrantic, don't panic
Sittin in my room, everything's dark
I think I heard somebody fart
Now how can this be, ain't nobody home but me
And somebody's trying to turn the key, hello?
I'm losing my mind, fuck all you hoes
Pulled out an axe and take off my clothes
Paint my face like a wicked clown
I'm down, straight skitsofrantic
You're skitsofrantic, don't panic
Hey, hey, hey
You're skitsofrantic, don't panic
Hey, hey, hey
You're skitsofrantic, don't panic
Hey, hey, hey
You're skitsofrantic, don't panic
No, you ain't getting none, bitch
This shit costs money
Oh, hey hey, kiddies
How are you liking the ride thus far?
Excellent
This next one is about that shit
That comes out of the sewers and pipes
And chokes your neck
It's called the Smog

Silence of the hams squeal pigs
Split they wigs
Mr. bigs
This is gonna flip they lids
Screw you fucking bitch
Now me tell you something about my side of town
Pork chops get sauteed so they don't fuck around
You have the right to remain silent
I plead the 4 5th flip the script on the bitch and get violent
And we high on Mary Jane enphadamies
Cutting they ears off ten year sergeant veterans
I'm like a young pig skinna from the H.O.K.
Ain't no way we ain't gonna spray away
4 Killas and a Lapro? Ham
We staying ice out like the abdominal snowman
Ain't no man no ham no goddamn coppa gonna drop me
I'll pop em with the heart stopper
Silence of the hams is what I burst
But first
Let me tell you what's worst
October 31st
Bloody Halloweens
Screams and police sirens
Rapid firing my auto mattic pistol
I pop Chris
And I pop crystals
Shootin' off my missiles at police cars
Right out side your local tittie bars
These wicked stars
It's the silence of the hams and you lookin' hammy (uh-oh)
Sawed off pistol grip and I glock click bammy (pow)
Oooooh ride with me and drop a coppa (bacon bits) (oh ya)
Brake out with the trumpet service something proper proper
So silence of the hams
Clint East I smell your cut
Lets talk about it over a watermelon blunt
Hannibal cannibal ate a cop for lunch
And chewed on his badge like some captain crunch
APB out on the juggalo
ICP and 3 insane search through the 313
You can't protect or serve me
Matter of fact ,you work for me
You fired faggot, FUCK THAT!
Me and D and T and E and Shaggy 2 Dope
Rear rear fuck that buck pat dun dun dun dun
Psychopathic hatchets swinging catching a flinging bloody bacon
Body dropping bitches singing preacher preaching fuckin faking
Booty heavy bitches waiting back at my house
I be anticipatin' putting dick in they mouth
Ain't no fuckin cop about to raid on my parade
When I been dreaming about killing a cop from 2nd grade
P-o-l-i-c-e me,
homi-c-i-d-e
You don't wanna see me
Red and blue lights talking on the CB
Luitenant and a rookie
Damn I gotta cookie
All through my shit they wanna take a extra lookie
Probably wanna book me
Off to jail they took me
I know I'm looking at alot of time without some nookie
ehehehehehh
It's the silence of the hams and you lookin' hammy (uh-oh)
Sawed off pistol grip and I glock click bammy (pow)
Oooooh ride with me and drop a coppa (bacon bits) (oh ya)
Brake out with the trumpet service something proper proper
Boom boom boom (Switch)
Boom "Who the fuck is that?" It's E & J, Bitch
I don't give a fuck if you rap you gets no love
You can wrap your lips around my dick and suck faggot, what?
We getting wicked hallowicked when we kick it
Bring the pickit sign
Wicked rhyme d-time
It's raining diamonds
The sixth joker's card is in your front yard
Bitch don't be sccccured
It's the silence of the hams and you lookin' hammy (Cop killaz, police killaz)
Sawed off pistol grip and I glock click bammy (pow) (muthafucka don't test me)
Oooooh ride with me and drop a coppa (bacon bits) (oh ya)
Brake out with the trumpet service something proper proper (Insane Clown Posse and Esham)
Me and J SV what? ICP

Pull your panties to the side
Pull your panties to the side
Pull your panties pull your panties
Pull your panties to the side
We in the limo drunk
In the back so let me hit from the back
We in the limo drunk
In the back so let me hit from the back
Pull your panties to the side
Pull your panties to the side
Pull your panties pull your panties
Pull your panties to the side
We in the limo drunk
In the back so let me hit from the back
We in the limo drunk
In the back so let me hit from the back
Pull them to the left!
Pull them to the right!
Put that leg over there!
And this one over here!
Pull your panties to the side
Pull your panties to the side
Pull your panties pull your panties
Pull your panties to the side
In the girls bathroom and fucking hoes
In the girls bathroom and fucking hoes
Pull your panties to the side
Pull your panties to the side
Pull your panties pull your panties
Pull your panties to the side
In the girls bathroom and fucking hoes
In the girls bathroom and fucking hoes
Pull them to the left!
Pull them to the right!
Put that leg over there!
And this one over here!
We in your daddys basment bitch shut the fuck up shut the fuck up
I say shut the fuck up shut the fuck up i say shut the fuck up shut the fuck up
We in your daddys basment bitch shut the fuck up shut the fuck up
I say shut the fuck up shut the fuck up i say shut the fuck up shut the fuck up
Pull them to the left!
Pull them to the right!
Put that leg over there!
And this one over here!
Ay yo shaggy man you to fresh man for these hoes dog
Ay yo shaggy man you to fresh man for these hoes dog
Pull them to the left!
Pull them to the right!
Put that leg over there!

I like to suffocate people and bite their necks
They got me in a place it ain't like the rest
And all you gotta do is to try to go for the neck
And it's sedatives, sedatives
Like this, slow down
Color smeared all around
Weird sounds using the mind of a clown
And the wicked one somehow spinnin' around
Movin' down the hallway with arms strapped down with sedatives
Hangin' all by the neck from the IV
Sedatives for the lively, stunnin' me
Ask me, no answer
I'm cuttin' your neck first chancer
White walls, white floors, small rooms
After sedatives they become ballrooms
Crows fly by my window slow
Headed that way but lookin' at me though
Sedatives
I'm an accident, human malfunction at best
And I'm looking at this scalpel diggin' into yo chest, if I could only move but them sedatives
You know they savin' your life, them sedatives
Some of these other patients are strong as hell, suffercatin'
one creep took me long as hell, but I took his sedatives
Well I thought they were sedatives, but they were only medatives
I fake pain and call'em over and play dead
And make a fist full of hair out the nurse lady's head
High on sedatives again put me in a tiny place, chin strap muzzle over my face
I threw a guy off the roof first day they admitted me, I was sedated and that when it hit me
The only time I'm at peace is when I ain't even there, God tell me when the fuck am I here?
My point, lobotomy, my shock therapy, come clean me, nurse take care of me
I suffercated the last two they sent in alone
They had to stick me in the chest with a shot of methadown
Recreation time we went to the courtyard, four guards in white and they might be important
And the sky is blue, and I can watch trees grow, watch leaves flow, and join a sedative show
And I even had my very own room these days
White straight jacket, padded walls, and pjs
But there are so many ways, and every stunt I pull, I even slammed my own mouth on a toilet bowl, for attention, maybe,
not to mention a sedative, even heard one guy say 'Why even let him live?'
There are probably no sedatives in hell, and that's the only reason why I'm alive still
The witch is everywhere and I can see that y'all, stab one nurse in the neck with a straw, a plastic straw, yeah, it's flimsy and weak
But if you cork it with your thumb and hold it right

(What's wrong)?
(Whut up homie)?
You got a lot of homies, I see that nice
I gotta kinda wonder if you stick like mice or not
When it gets hot who stays, who runs
Who be holding ground, who be bucking like shotguns
You gotta lot a muscle, would they tussle for you?
If there's shit going down would they hussle for you?
Tell me, if you get a number do the tables switch?
Are the type to leave them all hanging, and run like a bitch?
Run away boy, run away boy, hurry up,
Run away boy, run away boy, hurry,
Run away boy, run away boy, hurry up,
Run away boy,
Run away boy, HURRY!
(RUN)
Hurry boy go run and hide your ugly face
Hurry boy go run away where you can be safe
Hurry boy go run away, hope they dont give chase
Hurry boy just leave your friends, you need to be safe
(don't worry about them)
(let them come to us)
Give me a ?? I see that we down
But would you hold your ground if there was trouble around?
If muthafuckas dissing are you pissing in your pants or are you jumping in the mix
Like c'mon and dance?
Tell me this, would you take a bullet for me?
Do you have pride, tell me would you show it for me?
Or would you throw it to me, jump in your car and bail,

Let me in this bitch. Let me get some change shit. Man fuck this dress code bitch. i can dance
muthafucka. i can daaannncccee.
i'm on crack, Walkin alleyways downtown, people drop change so i'm checkin the ground behind a
nightclub, i can hear the bump outside i hear em' laughin' and drinkin' and dancin' getin' live and
i'm lonely, graspin' on my 55 cent, i don't know where my meds went, they been spent and i'm bent, i
don't remember yesterday at all, i'm barkin at the moon as i'm pissin' on the wall, people grippin'
new cars checkin' out a few bars, they see me comin' side step a few yards i'm like a bad man, holdin'
out my crusty ass hands scouldin' an imaginary friend scary and i'm blackin' out just about to lose
all hope, i was peerin through the window of a nightclub scopin', and there she was everything i
planned for on the spotlight on the dance floor gravitatin'
She kept her rythum her feet to the floor she dipped down she did the twirl and she shook it some
more she's groovy. She made me happy i tried to refrain I walk off but then i run right back i'm at it
again she's callin'
I ran a few blocks away and broke a bottle, carjacked a mini-van and punched full throttle right back
to the spot then i waited to get her, but when she came out, she had a bitch-boy wit' her no problem,
hit the pipe and follow em' home and my imaginary freind gone have to leave me alone cause this really
goin' down i feel it pullin me home knowin i'm a wicked clown i gotta throw it down, she pulled in her
and her fuck ass strolled in, i hit the pipe again and jump out the stolen, jumpin through back yards
clumsey and trippin', it don't matter where ya go theres a throat slingin', and the way she danced
split flames burnin me alive out here quit playin games i'm on the side of her house lookin in through
the back den and there she was with him again dancin'
I walk right in through the front door unlocked, no gun cocked, cinder block, clown paint, i came
here to dance boogy, umph ahhh, and maybe tap a little nookie, i'm creepin music bumpin in the back,
i'm down the hallway hidin' behind the coat rack, and here come the punk bout to get champaighned, i
take the rock and pop em' with the damn thang, hit em' in the back of the head, he dropped the wine
but i caught him in time i had to take his life with a steak knife, i washed it off and put it back
i'm keepin' the place nice i'm comin bitch you want an olive or somethin' i'm fuckin' straight out the
streets but i'm down with some frontin' i wanna tango, but instead i'm still outside the club and it's

Rolin' over, Hell muthafuckin' yeah bitch. Hatchet chop straight to your muthafuckin' face. Rollin'
over. I look up ther's still so far to go? Wicked clowns got that real shit. What up though.
I come floatin' in this bitch with some wings like a pegesies, got a shiny ass V on my cheast wut up
i'm Violent j the clown, I'm goofy for a second, but when your bitch headless i'm on top of her
necket. Yo know my status, I'm juggalatis, and we the baddest here to sever your melon it's wicked
shit that we sellin' we off the track now give your bitch ass a bitch slap now nobody never steppin
down we bout to enter second round. Running backwards on the walls shaggy 2 dope in this muthafucka.
You talkin through your but cause silence is for suckers. So i'm out there throughout the year i'm
right here don't stare like a bitch bitch buy me a beer nobody wicked like me i do this terrifically
and my mutahfuckin pimp slap will knock down a tree so clown love bitch, I seen it tatted on tittes we
forever on tour clown love in your city.
Rollin' over, i look up there's still so far to go, so much time, Rollin over, I look up there's
still so far to go, it's yo time, Rollin over, I look up there's still so far to go, so much time,
Rollin' over, I look up there's still so far to go, it's yo time for your mind.
I got three body's stuffed in my trunk i'm blowin' red lights and bet i'm blowin' heads off before
i'm read any rights baby i'm outlaw. painted up and packin the bombs I stomp preps in the streets and
sound fire alarms bitch run for your life we keep it wicked and scary, and we welcome to our world
anything that you bury i throw meteors and fire balls through brick walls and got a thre foot dick for
all your chick jaws. Walkin' through the slums bout' to strangle someone, maybe it's accustom gotta
get it done, I live like that spirits haunting me like that, i'm lost in the ougi board ain't never

Let me off the Terror Wheel
Shut up bitch
Looks like it's nighty night time
Only some of you won't be waking up
Ahahahaha!
As for the rest of you
Sit back, put on your PJ's and nighties
While you hear the story entitled Out
Ahahahaha!
What the fuck is up?
I'm in the haugh
And Violent J's finna tell a story
So sit your ass down
Shut the fuck up
And get stoned motherfucker
Well I'm waking up so early cause I knew this day would come
My daddy's passed out with an empty bottle of rum
Although she's been gone long I do not miss my mother
And he's a sorry fuck so there's nothin in the cupboard
My little brother's starving, hungry, and sick
Cause ain't nobody coming by the house giving free shit
So he gettin kinda skinny and my brother's almost dead
Got no other choice but for milk and bread
Stepped out the house for the first time in 2 years
Cause my neighborhood it ain't really good
Lay up in my bedroom night after night
I hear screams, zombies shootin and lootin
But now here I am and I'm walkin down Jefferson
With a bag of moneybacks I don't understand
How the world can be full of so many evil doer's
I can hear 'em underneath me in the sewers
Keep seeing shit out the corners of my eyes
Steady lookin over my back I didn't realize
Where I was goin
I didn't wanna bother anybody
Accidentally stepped on a dead body
Hey motherfucker watch where the fuck you're goin (Sorry)
I might be dead, but I'll kick your ass
Now I apologized but he still had to talk shit
So I stepped over his face and kept walkin
And here's the part of my story that get's really scary
Had to walk alone down Military
I can see the crackhead's hiding in the trees
Lookin for some change
Lookin for some brains
Everything seemed too quiet as I walked down the block
Until I got hit in the head with a rock
Can't really tell I musta been out for quite awhile
Cause when I woke up my Nannycoat was outta style
And the crackhead's took my moneybacks in a dash
And ripped off my arm in the process
But fuck that shit I still gots another hand
So I can still get the shit for my little man
And I'ma walk with my nuts hangin out
I ain't scared, but this is where it get's weird
Factories, toxic waste, and chemicals
They have strange effects on the animals
In my neighborhood and some get a lot bigger
Like the giant rat that jumped on my back
I'm runnin like a maniac all through the ghetto zone
And it's steady takin bites out my nug bone
Wrustling around and found it's tail
So I straight bit it
Then it ripped of my leg and broke with it
Tried to catch up but I couldn't move quick enough
This little trip to the store is straight fuckin me up
But that's ok cause the store's just down the block
So I hop
And it seems all wrong as I look up in the sky
I see the vultures waitin on me to die
But I made it to the store so fuck all you hoes
Peep out the sign
Hmmm Closed
Picked up a mailbox threw it through the wall
Cause I'ma get my shit so fuck all y'all
Took a loaf of bread and a carton off the shelf
Even took a Faygo 2 liter for myself
Walked out the store like a cheap ass when I heard
The click-click sound of a mossberg
The store owner he didn't like a beat and eat
That's why he didn't see a problem with buckin me
Blew my muthafuckin head off my shoulders
Didn't say nothin kept buck buckin
But I gotta say I made it home in a heart beat
Nobody fucks with a head rollin down the street
Now I think about it was a full man when leavin out
Now I'm a head with a loaf of bread in my mouth
Bouncin up the stairs
I knock on the door with my chin
Hey yo little man won't ya let me in?
And best believe it was good to see my little brother
Hey you forgot the milk you dumb motherfucker
Lock the door behind me cause I'm back on route
Back to the store and I'm out
Uh, uh, who's pussy is this, bitch?
Uhh, who's pussy? Yeah
Eh, what the fuck are you looking at?
Ain't you ever seen pussy before, stupid ass?
Slap that ass bitch
Oh, uh, oh, hey
How's it happenin' again?
Hey this song right here
We're ready to slow it down and get a little sexy, ya know
As 2 Dope tells ya how he stuck her with his wang

"Start the movie."
"I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult.
For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye. Yes, it was this. One
of his eyes resembled that of a vulture. A pale, blue eye with a film over
it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold. And so, by degrees, very
gradually, I made up my mind to take the life of the old man and thus rid
myself of the eye forever."
So I'm headed door to door
With my grandmother's cookie jar
I'm sellin' cookies, 12 for a dollar
I ring the doorbell, nobody wants any
I resort to goin' cheaper - 2 for a penny
Anybody, everybody, they hate me
I can tell when they spit and degrade me
There's only one house left, the last on the block
Old Man Willie on the hilltop
I ring the doorbel, the door creeps open
And there it was starin' and scopin'
The man's left eye, red, big, and drippin'
I was trippin'. "Ahh, seeya!"
I ran home. I couldn't stop thinking
About his eyeball winking and blinking
And it looked not a damn thing like the other Ugh!
Shoulda wore a patch on the motherfucker
It hypnotized me, mesmorized me
Traumatized, paralyzed, terrorized me
Creepers, where'd you get that ball
And tell me how it even fits in your skull
I want a big long knife to stick it in.
I wanna lift up the eyelid and kick it in.
He's gotta die. I want his eye buried in my backyard.
It ain't hard, I'm killin' Old Evil Eye!
Evil eye...
Oh-Oh-Eye (The bitch gon' die! Die-die-die-die-die-die-die)
Evil eye...
Oh-Oh
"Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you
should've seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded with caution
with what foresight, with what patience I went to work. I was never kinder
to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him."
A day gone pass since I heard about J.O.
Met up in this sleigh, cuz I don't fuckin' play.
Anyway, I gotta do him in. Got a rusty revolver
Put the silver bullets in.
I'm plannin' on playin' one right to his nugget.
Down my drawers with the bucket.
It's time to go, fuck it.
I stuck it up... to his neck when he came to the door.
I really didn't know what I was in for.
First the cold man stared, no a gaze, no a stare.
Kinda like there was no one there.
How weird, my body froze with the blink of his eye.
Evil eye, sendin' chills up my spine.
What to do? What to do? I gotta try to break.
I gotta try to make.. my way to the gate.
Wait. I can't move, I'm stuck to the ground.
W-What the fuck was that? I think I heard a sound,
Turned around, there it was, starin' at my face.
This little old man's eye's a make me a mental case.
That's when I felt the pain deep inside,
Deep inside, now his eye's open wide.
"That night it ceased. The old man was dead. I placed my hands on the
heart and there for many minutes there was no pulsation. He was stone dead.

Step forth and face the beast that is the mighty Tempest! Dare to go for a spin on the
world's most horrifically fabulous ride! Behold the Tempest! The fastest, highest,
steepest, and tallest coaster-ride ever to exist on this or any other planet!
We fuckin rollin with no controllin, them bolts aint holdin.
Take you higher, rollin on wires, till time expires.
Swingin corners, so kids are goners, you hangin on-ers.
Duck them tunnels, they shrink like funnels. Get your forehead pummeled
We upside down you, then round and round you, your evil found you.
Let's go faster, its sheer disaster, while spinnin backwards.
Jagged edges, no kind of ledges, with broken wedges.
Its the largest, fastest, steepest, deepest, tallest, all this and more, roller coaster.
It's something thrilling for you, so get on, get on it (come ride The Tempest)
You got that feelin in you, so jump up, jump on it (Jump on it)
It's somthing wicked for you so get on, get on it (Let's ride The Tempest)
We got that ticket for you, so jump up, jump on it.
Electrifyin and now you climbin, feels like you flyin.
The cars are shakin, slowly elevatin, sound like they breakin.
Rickety, rackety, clickity, clack, up we go, you no look back.
Some french guy had to look, froze up and fell out, he got so shook. So fuck him, them
polls keep duckin, this cart you stuck in upward spiral, the rings of fire, still climbin
higher
Rackety, rickety, clackity, click, now you on the tip-top tipity tip
Tip of the largest, fastest, steepest, deepest,tallest, all this and more, roller coaster.
It's something thrilling for you, so get on, get on it (come ride The Tempest)
You got that feelin in you, so jump up, jump on it (Jump on it)
It's somthing wicked for you so get on, get on it (Let's ride The Tempest)
We got that ticket for you, so jump up, jump on it.
Straight down, you fallin you fallin straight down so fast your skin in crawling
Straight down, you fallin you fallin straight down so fast your skin is crawlin
You fallin so fast, you see your whole life flash, your balls jump up your ass in a quick
dash, you get whiplash, the shit's so fast on your bitch ass, and it dont stop till the
shit crash
It's something thrilling for you, so get on, get on it (come ride The Tempest)
You got that feelin in you, so jump up, jump on it (Jump on it)
It's somthing wicked for you so get on, get on it (Let's ride The Tempest)

Ladies and gentlemen
Welcome to your death
Now let's see where you're headed
Turn the crank
And experience was in store for you
Deep with the mighty Riddlebox
The joke's on you, hehe, riddlebox
Hahahahahahahahahaha
Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked clowns
Hey, I'm Violent J
And I'm here
Well, I'm here to kick your ass
We the wicked juggalos
We juggle those who live like hoes who chose
The express route, one way
Straight down the spiral twist
To the Riddlebox
The joke's on you, hehe, riddlebox
Hahahahahahahahahaha
Hey, what's up, motherfucker
This is Shaggs 2 Dope
Congratulating you on opening the box
The Riddlebox
It looks like you received your prize
The cost, what it cost
Was your ass, bitchboy!
Hahahahah!
The joke's on you, hehe, riddlebox
Hahahahahahahahahaha
Tell me, sir, what can you do?
It looks like the joke's on you
Come on down and turn the crank
Let's see where your soul
Will spend the rest of eternity
What's it gonna be, mister?
Heaven or hell, the bonus or the bone
Turn the crank and let's find out
Come on down, mister
You don't have anything to be scared of
Do you, sir?
So what's gonna pop up out
Of the mighty Riddlebox
Spin the crank and let's find out
What'd you say!? Step right up, who's first?
Who's brave enough to step into
Their new eternal destiny
Surely someone must be confident
That there life wasn't totally evil

"Rapping to this bitch with a red neck
A red neck, that fucking red neck
Rapping to this bitch with a red neck
A down south bitch with a red-ass neck"
Bitch, you gotta red neck
But you look kinda straight so I'm bout to step
Heard you like fucking in pig pens
You never seen boys, so you fuck your girlfriends
Bitch, I know you's a ho
So let me fuck you with my big toe
Cuz I don't care what them hicks can do
Shit, I can fuck like a chicken hawk too
Bitch, we can take a walk
But I hate the way you fuckin' hillbillies talk
So keep your filthy ass mouth shut
And don't say shit, nasty slut
Bitch, I wanna hit it
So I can drop your ass in a New York minute
But you quick to act like you didn't know
Like you didn't know, that I'm a jigglo, you didn't know
Bitch, we can sit on the porch
Swing in a chair, I don't fucking care
But then it's to the sac, to the sac we go
I'm finna fuck this red neck ho
Bitch, you's a ho
And ho you's a bitch
Everybody knows that you's a...
Funky funky bitch
"Rapping to this bitch with a red neck
A fucking red neck, a red-ass neck
Rapping to this bitch with a red neck
Said a mop-top corn stalk red-ass neck"
Bitch, it's 2 Dope
Before I threw you this dick, I throw you some soap
Cuz you been in the barn all day
Milking cows and fucking with hay
Bitch, if you let me hit
I don't care, you can play your Wayne Newton shit
I can take a little Conway Twitty
While I'm sucking on red neck tittie
Bitch, I go down south
With a piece of wheat hanging out my mouth
And sport a funky-ass straw hat
But after I hit it...MOTHERFUCK THAT!
Bitch, I from the big city
And I'm finna fall asleep on your big tittie
Yeah, it's the farmer's daughter
But I ain't gonna fuck in no swamp water
Bitch, drop your overalls
And we fuck in the back of a horse stall
You're the ugly bitch I know
But I still fuck ya, red neck ho
My ratsaw can't even hang
With the wicked shit you've done
You go lynching with your gang
On a brother or a Mexican
Fuck, this shit may never quite
Bigots may never learn
I'll cut your motherfucking throat out, bigot
Now it's your turn
Bigots in the north seem to get respect
You know I'd choke that greasy neck
Step to the left, step to the right
In my piece, and I'll fuck your face up
Bitch, cuz I don't sleep
I said "Fuck you, bitch, I don't sleep"
In the south there's a lot of good faces
But shit, I'm gat on a fucking racists
Bitch, I can't tell from where I'm at
But it looks like your neck is red, fuck that
I'm about to step

Jiggle my mutha fucken balls bitch.
Insane Clown Posse back in this mutha fucka
Hey yo Violent J, whats up?
It's Christmas, time for a slaughter
Maybe your wife, maybe your daughter
It's midnight, I land my sleigh
Make way for jolly St. J
Climb down the chimny, for the murder
Dressed as the fat man everyones heard of
Shimy down, shimy down, what the fuck?
Somebody help me, I'm stuck
Now what to do? I feel whack
I got stuck in a chimny stack
But I hack, and shimmer on down
Santa Claus Clown
Can't fuck around, now
Livingroom, shhh, I creep
Tippy toes cuz they asleep
I pulled out the axe and slid down the hall
I got a gift for all of ya'll
Whats that? I better hide quick
Oh fuck, it's the real St. Nick
And he musta been taken a shit
But regardless, I better move quick, now
So I jumped him, Santa's no joke
Fucked around got my damn neck broke
He strap, he shot, he didn't miss
I had a red christmas
"I'm dreaming of a dead Christmas,
The kind you'll never have again
Cuz if you have a dead Christmas,
That means your dead and thats the end"
Merry, merry Christmas you fuckin chump,
Seasons greetings loser, yo 2 Dope kick it!
Jack Frost nibbles, he but fuck that
I aint got a home so he nibbles on my nutsack
And my buttcrack, toes, and elbows
My nutz is froze, fuck you hoes
So I made a friend like me, a snow man
He was down with the clown like a blow man
Had a hat and eyes outta charcoal
And a pipe, we fill it with indow
Me and him sang songs in the snowflakes
He ate snowballs, I ate cornflakes
And we both would freeze are ballz off
I was there every time his head fallz off
I put it back on for him with a smile
He was my boy, made from a snow pile
Then the storm came, a blizzard
Snow, wind, ice, a blizzard
We pulled through we hid in an alley
The next day it was like sunny valley
He was meltin I was just fine
He got pissed and pulled out a nine
"If I'm gonna die you should come with me
Cuz we boyz"
It hit me
Damn I'm dying, I'm dead he got his wish
And all I got was another red christmas
"Sighlent night, violent fight
Now I'm dead, one to the head
Christmas this year seemed so whack"
Happy New Year bitch boy
Hey, I got a New Years resolution
For your chicken ass mutha
To kiss my mutha fucken ass, Woo!
Jingle Bellz, Jingle Bellz
Jingle all the way
Ask your fucken mom bitch,
The ICP don't play, hey
Wicked Clown, Wicked Clown
Bitches drop your drawers
Don't talk back just suck my sack
And fiddle with my ballz
Yeah, ICP, Southwest for life,
Christmas time you know what I'm sayin,
Mr. Chris Cringle, you fat bitch,
Mutha fucka never gave me shit,
I'm a slap your across your
Red ass face mutha fucka, uh

Stop the bus, Violent J comes out
Barrels to your chest and blow your lungs out
Mother fucker fuckin hick
I kick ya in the mouth
Sew your fuckin' lips up
You swallow them teeth when I do
And me and my boys'll run a train on your Thelma Lou
Then break her fuckin back
Goddamn biggots ain't all that
So I'ma cut your brain out
Reach in and pull your spine out
Welcome to the Carnival show
Your invited, you and your bitch Flo
And the wicked clowns gonna check
Cut your legs off and and if you crawl back
Don't step to the city folk- bitch that's why you got your titties broke
So get back on your ardvark
Don't let me see a biggot commin' through Clark Park
Cut his neck with my good blade
34 years old, still in the third grade
Yes, pickin' on others--Look at your hootinanny ass mother fucker
And your billy bitch
Hey---Fuck both ya'll ...
And your Rebel flag
Fuck your Rebel flag! (Fuck your Rebel flag)
Fuck your Rebel flag! (Fuck your Rebel flag)-(Fuck your Rebel Flag!)
Fuck your Rebel flag! (Fuck your Rebel flag)
Fuck a Rebel flag! (Fuck your Rebel flag)
Been down south, you can't tell me
Hill billy hill billy hill billy
Uncle Willy acting nilly
Old bitch cooking up vittles
Then fuck on the porch, playing a fiddle
You know I'd love to show you that ghetto style
Take you out back, throw you in a shit pile
Life in the inner city
I'd rip your ass, but you all shitty and funky
Like the pigs you eat
Pickin' that shit off them yellow feet
Don't stop to so much as cough
Or I'ma shoot ya in the back till your chest falls off
What you say ain't always hype
So I slap you in the face with a lead pipe
Teachin kids what pops taught you
And he's a funky ass biggot too
Fell short of the due respect
Don't speak when I slap ya in your red neck
Fuck all that bullshit you stuck on
Get back on your mule and get the fuck on
Don't look back or I'ma hit ya
Take that red neck bitch out with ya
Spit on your Rebel rag, so fuck you and your Rebel flag!
Wilber (I'ma cut his neck)
Hass (I'ma break his back)
Goober (I'ma stab his face)
Jed (I'ma slit his throat)
Wilber (I'ma cut his neck)
Hass (I'ma break his back)
Goober (I'ma stab his face)
Thelma Lou (I'ma fuck her in her ass!)
Hill....
Hill billies listening down south
Hill billies listening down south
I'm up and I'm headin for the south
Fixin to put a run of buck shot in your mouth
And blow the back of your fuckin neck loose
Hill billies run around like a headless goose
Cuz you tried burning down my cross
Thats way racist hatin and hass
You sleep in the barn and you fuck your horse
Brick to the head, put you back on corse
Yeah---But you know I chill
Cuz if I don't flex on you the others will
Straight folks in the south won't have it
They put a rind in your racist ass quick
The cool in the south team up with the north
And blow that biggot off his fucking horse
So put away your goddamn twan
See I'ma cut your pipe and take a little moonshine
Then drink it all up
Barrels to your face and blow your fuckin head off
Keep on gunnin' cuz of what they said
Punk, I'll put a slug in your bald head
Scalp a skinhead quick
And your greasy-ass triple clan and shit
And zip you up in a bag
And I'll shit on a mother fuckin Rebel flag

Underground baby
Real underground baby...
This clown don't smile and honk your nose
This clown don't wear big goofy clothes
This clown don't mind your hatred for me
You'll get turned into a dead corpse right before me
Real underground baby...
And the preacherman said...
HALLELUJAH!
And the preacherman said...
HALLELUJAH!
And the preacherman said...
HALLELUJAH!
Me and the witch gonna go right to ya!
Role model, eat a dick up and swallow
Only model I follow by the Jim Beam bottle
When I'ma kick a fuckin' hole in the wall
I'ma kick a fuckin' hole in the wall
Full throttle, rollin' in an El Dorado
Full bottle, I care about no tomorrow
When I'ma kick a fuckin' hole in the wall
I'ma kick a fuckin' hole in the wall
Who can paint their face up!?
(Who can paint their face up!?)
And wear a ninja suit!?
(And wear a ninja suit!?)
Floatin' thru some backyards
Dropkick your knees and backwards
I'm outti with a (poof!)
(And ain't that shit the truth!?)
My days are long and lonely
Black rain is right before me
Real underground baby
My brain does nothing for me
Heyy! This pain'll be my story
Who took the chicken off the plate
And put it in the fridge?!
SHAGGY 2 DOPE DID!!
Underground baby...real underground baby
I'm hidin' under the floor like Saddam
But I'm doin' it because I love it
And I'm underground baby
Real underground baby
Underground baby...real underground baby
Underground baby...real underground baby
Who can paint their face up!?
(Who can paint their face up!?)
And wear a ninja suit!?
(And wear a ninja suit!?)
Floatin thru some backyards
Dropkick your knees and backwards
I'm outti with a (poof!)
(And ain't that shit the truth!?)
My brain does nothing for me
This pain will be my story
Black rain is right before me
Underground baby
Underground baby
I'm hidin' under the floor like Saddam
But I'm doin' it because I love it
And I'm underground baby
Real underground baby
My days are long and lonely
Black rain is right before me
Real underground baby
My brain does nothing for me
This pain'll be my story
Underground!
Underground 2 miles deep
Under your feet
Underground
Underground!
Underground 2 miles deep
Under the street
Underground
By far the ugliest and most monsterous thing I have ever seen (The Wraith!)
I got too much time on my hands
I got too much time on my hands
I got too much time on my hands
I got too much time on my hands

"Shhh...Hello class, I'm Mr. Felcher,
Mr. Johson is out today with a virus,
so I'll be your substitute teacher this afternoon.
Before we get started, let me say this:
I'm not as friendly as I look and I'm not as funny
as I look either
. Well let's get started.
We're gonna start where Mr. Johnson left off,
so if you'll turn your textbooks to page 86 and I'll begin...."
Sittin in my class with my head on my desk
Teacher's trying to talk but I could give a fuck less
I'm staring at this freak that I know I'm in love with
But she don't even know my name it's always been the same
I just lay my head down and drown in my spit
Nobody even notices I'm here 'cuz I ain't shit
I'm hearing voices but I don't know what they're saying
Sweat is on my forehead 'cuz my brain's inside decaying
And this bitch that I love prob'ly don't have no Idea
She's talking to her friends I'm in the corner and I see her
Something happening but it isn't very clear
Sounds like a bell sounds like an electric chair
Next thing you know I'm walking in a crowded hall
So many different faces that I throw up on the wall
Some are yelling sick and the others stop and stare but I don't care
I'm in a hurry going nowhere
See my head is spinning 'cuz I'm lonley and I'm twisted
but I have a secret everybody missed it
Just a nobody and I think It's a drag
But I got Mr. Johnson's head...In my bookbag
I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day
I didn't like the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag
I cut the bigot's head off and I stuffed it in my bag
I wish somebody knew me 'cuz then they could say I'm wrong
But since nobody knows me I got it going on
I'm staring at the clock, a tick and a tock
I got a couple food stamps folded in my sock
I must be a ghost, everybody walks through me
If I died in class they would prob'ly say they knew me
Or they wouldn't care, they wouldn't even move
My dead body rotting in the back of the room
For weeks and months stinking up the class
Until somebody notice, then they throw me in the trash
I can hear the teacher man talking about Columbus
He's nothing but an old dead fuck with a compass
ran up on a beach and threw everybody off
and then we claim discovery and now we all applaud
I don't give a fuck to learn you're all going to hell
I'm trapped in my mind and my brain is my cell
But I have the key it's called insanity
I stick it in my brain to unlock eternity
I'm just a nobody and I think it's a drag
But I got Mr. Johnsons head...In my bookbag
"Ok class, America is the land of the free. A land of
democracy. A land without prejudice, and above all a land of freedom.
That's the beautiful thing about our country; we are all treated equal. All
races live together in harmony. What is it, Scott?"
"Mr. Johnson already taught us this.
Ain't he ever coming back?
"Well, uh..."
NO! They can sit and front about it all day
But I left his fucking body in the hallway
And in the morning when they opened up the door
And seen his motherfucking carcass laying on the floor
But they would never suspect me I'm just a nerd
I try to speak my word, it always goes unheard
I could chop my arms off and run around the class
I doubt they'd even notice and if they did they'd laugh
Instead they'd rather learn about a redneck bastard
Who owned a couple slaves but I guess it don't matter
Fuck Washington, Benjamin, fuck 'em all now
They can suck my nuts 'till they wooden teeth fall out
And the class wanna know who could it be?
But I'm like Dewie-Booda you never heard of me
I'm just a nobody and I think It's a drag
But I got his motherfucking head hehehe! In my bookbag
(Stop, stop, you gotta think straight! stop...)

Sitting in the class with my head on the desk
Teacher's trying to talk but I could give a fuck less
I'm staring at the freak that I know I'm in love with
But she don't even know my name it's always been the same
I just lay my head down and drown in my spit
Nobody even notices I'm here cuz I ain't shit
I hear voices but I don't know what they saying
Sweat is on my forehead cuz my brain's inside decaying
And this bitch that I love probably don't have no idea
She's talking to her friends I'm in the corner and I see her
Something's happening but it isn't very clear
Sounds like a bell, sounds like an electric chair
Next thing I know walking in the crowded hall
So many different faces that I throw up on the wall
Some are yelling "sick" and the others stop and stare
But I don't care, I'm in a hurry going nowhere
See, my head is spinning cuz I'm lonely and I'm twisted
But I have a secret everybody missed it
Just a nobody and I think it's a drag
But I got Mr. Johnson's head in my bookbag
I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day
I didn't like the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag
I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag
I wish somebody knew me cuz then they could say I'm wrong
But since nobody knows me I got it going on
I'm staring at the clock, I listen for the tock
I gotta couple food stamps folded in my sock
I guess I'm just a ghost cuz everybody walks through me
If I died in class they would probably say they knew me
Or they wouldn't care, they wouldn't even move
A dead body rotting in the back of the room
For weeks and months, stinking up the class
Until somebody noticed then they throw me in the trash
I can hear the teacher man talking about Columbus
He nothing but an old dead fuck with a compass
Ran up on a beach and threw everybody off
And then he claimed discovery and now we all applaud
I don't give a fuck to learn your uncle went to hell
I'm trapped in mind and my brain is my cell
But I have a key, it's called insanity
I stick in my brain to unlock eternity
Just a nobody and I think it's a drag
But I got Mr. Johnson's head in my bookbag
"Okay, today we're gonna learn about A Great Freedom. If you'll turn
your textbooks to Chapter Four we'll get started. America's the
land of the free, all racists live together in harmony, and we are all
treated equal, we all live togerther in the same wealthy community
and we are alternate equals. Yes?"
"Man, Mr. Johnson already taught us this. Ain't he ever coming back?"
"Uh, uh, he's, uh, very ill right now."
No, they can sit and front about it all day
But I left his fucking body in the hallway
And in the morning they opened up the door
And seen his motherfucking carcass laying on the floor
But they would never suspect me I'm just a nerd
I try to speak my word, it always goes unheard
I could chop my arms off and run around the class
I doubt they'd even notice, but I'd be dying fast
Cuz they'd rather learn about redneck chicker
Who owned a couple slaves but I guess it doesn't matter
Fuck Washington, Benjamin, fuck em all ah
They can suck my nuts till they wood teeth fall out
And the class wanna know who could it be
But I'm like Dewey Boodie, you ain't never heard of me
I'm just a nobody and I think it's a drag

This is for mom
Miss Linda Harwood
Miss Cathy Hill
This is for you.
I respect my mother
With every step I take
She was there for my first step
In the first place
Everybody wants out on their own
Now that I'm grown
I wanna be back home
In a world full of vipers
Only my mother's love was righteous
I feel I've been to hell and back three times
I could never sum it up with these rhymes
Looking for a story to share
With somebody, but they never seem to care
While I'm looking for this person everywhere
I'm slippin', cause my mom is right here
Life moves along so fast
When I see real love at last it's past
That ain't gonna happen to me
I can hear my conscience rapping to me
It's like "Hey, you've only got one real friend
From the cradle, to the grave, and back again."
With unconditional love
That's my mother I'm speakin' of.
That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is)
My love will never change (My love will never change)
That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is)
(Mamma)
And I know it's true
Even in my darkest time
In my darkest hour
When my heart is blind
And I'm giving nobody respect
My mother's there to put my ass in check
And she don't play that mister famous trash
She was putting them diapers on my ass
She's seen every side of me
It don't matter how thuggish I'd try to be
NAW every week in the back yard
Now I'm in the big time, trying to act hard
What mattered when I looked a years back
Was mamma, bringing the chairs back
Supportin' every dream I got
You best believe, man, I dreamed a lot
Me and Rude Boy, I'm trying to tell ya,
Not a day goes by in life, we don't feel ya
We ain't taking nothing for granted
Mom's lasagna is so good I can't stand it!
Mrs. Hill always greets me with a hug
Now I see where Rudy got all his love
That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is)
My love will never change (My love will never change)
That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is)
(Mamma)
That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is)
My love will never change (My love will never change)
That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is)
(Mamma)
Everybody around me, they use me, and go for self
They want cash, equity, bank and wealth
Mom puts that on the shelf
All she cares about is my health
It all seems too good to be
As I'm battling life, mamma's backin' me
And she only really wants one thing of mine
Just a little time
Mother, in this world of scars
Money and snakes and labeled wars
Whatever else life puts me through
It's all #2
When it comes to you.
And your love is all I treasure
My real father just didn't measure
He was gone, without a thing to say!
I know he would have failed in comparison anyway.
You gave me 3 times the love
Enough for you, him, and the God above
Rude Boy, his daddy was strong,
Stayed holding on when the ease was gone.
Now a days, everything's all right
Millionaire rocking these microphones all night.
Makin' all of our dreams come true,
And we're full of love, mamma, thanks to you.!
I'm still sorry about the china cabinet
Wish I could bring it all back now, dammit!
Linda, Ron, Cathy and Ryo
We want you to know that we love you.
That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is)
My love will never change (My love will never change)
That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is)
(Mamma)
That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is)
My love will never change (My love will never change)
That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is)

This one goes out to that special someone in my life,
we all have someone special, this is for them
I like ice cream, cherry pie and lemonade with summer breeze
I like rainbows, leafy trails, and puppy dogs with bumble bees
I like cotton candy gum and bumper cars and carnivals
golden skies and hazel eyes and sand in between my toes
something tells me that I hate you
something tells me I must kill you
You ain't shit but a slutty ass mother fucking
slut you fucking whore, I fucking hate you.
I like birthday candle cakes and titty shakes with silicone
secret whispers and D-Loc's sister and apple dips and gingerbread
home
Faygo chills they give me thrills and nyquil pills they make me
smile
Hershey kisses and happy misses and something so bliss yet all
the while
something tells me that I hate you
something tells me I must kill you
Suck my fuckin dick fuck off
go fuck your self you funky ass little biatch
come on, come on (bitch)
come on, come on (bitch)
I fuckin hate you
come on, come on (bitch)
come on, come on (bitch)
*if I was you I'd slap that bitches nipples shut*.
I like shaggy, he's my friend I like his mom cause she's nice to me
thank you j, I like you too, well its OK, we're family
raver chicks and kung-fu flicks and sugar sticks like lollipops
all of these things have happiness brings, but my hatred for you
don't stop
something tells me that I hate you
something tells me I must kill you

Occasionally, the overwhelming temptation to reach the pinnacle of the pop music genre
will reduce the most deplorable examples of the underground music scene to change their
so called artistic endeavours in an vain attempt to appeal to the public at large.
Behold the metamorphosis
Fuck platinum, platinum just aint good enough
we need more money, more house and cars and stuff
I'm sick of juggalos, I want them other hoes
I want them shitty hoes, you get wit radio and video
we'll do whatever it takes to get some airplay
we'll make that bounce shit, triple our sales and pay
come on shaggy follow my lead
its time to change our shit up to get what we need
The pathetic attempts never cease.
The moronic music onslaught continues to insult the intelligence of the savvy consumer
How much more can an audience be asked to endure?
didn't work, ah fuck, what happened
they always told us we sucked at rappin'
well I don't know how to play a guitar
ill play the skin flute be a radio star
I'm sick of keepin it real, and underground
I want the sellout 10million fans radio flavor style
even though we'll be played next summer
show me a radio dick and ill show you a hummer
Joey fell in love with a college girl
she had a back pack and a pony tail
she said her name was lisa but I do not know
she drank cisco lemmonade and cherry jello
I can put my buddy holly glasses on
I can even sing one of his faggot songs
I can wear checkered pants and never smile
whatevers cool for your radio style
joey fell in love with a college ......
The boorish bumbling baboons have been baffled in their journey to the music business
Each sonnet is more ridiculous than the last.
Their strides toward musical success are little more than a stumble into complete failure.
that was bullshit, what the fuck
you think of something
I'm sittin here trying to write hits
your doing nothing
you wrote the punk shit but that didn't work
it flopped on its ass, at least I tried though
all right, aint no need to be fighting with each other
we need to start talkin about relationships and lovers
can you sing, no, neither can I
to be radio stars we at least gotta try
Girl, I'm gonna let you know on the radio
I want to lick you from head to toe
girl, your perfume, its smellin so sweet
I wanna make love between the sheets
girl, play my song, ??
I'm a radio man, and I know
give me one more chance
and ill make you dance
Chorus 5x girl, we'll make radio songs for radio fans we can't go wrong
girl, so you fucked my boy, I don't give a fuck
After years of endless attempts ICP received almost no radio play.

Why, every time I reach for the sky I can only reach so high, why
why, every time I head-but a brick wall I always crack my skull, why
why, every time I stab somebody, I always get my clothes bloody, why
why, every time I drive down the wrong side of the street, everybody wanna beep, why
why, every time I'm broke and I sell rock I wind up in a cell block, why
why, every time I shoot somebody in the face, pigs give chase, why
why, every time I drink a little gasoline, I shit my spleen, why
why, when I try to fly like a birdy, I wind up on a gurney, why
Won't you tell me why
someone tell me why
Jesus tell me why
I must find out why
Why, every time I swallow a fat head nail, my neck feels stale, why
Why, every time I contact dark spirits, they wanna break my mirrors, why
Why, every time I choke a friends neck, he don't come back, why
Why, every time I stab my eyes with an ice pick, I cant see shit, why
Why, every time I play chicken with a train, it wins the game, why
Why, every time I wake the dead up, the try to eat my head up, why
Why, every time I see my reflection, I see no direction, why
Why, every time I order a taco, you want a bite muthafucko, tell me why
Won't you tell me why
someone tell me why
Jesus tell me why
I must find out why
Why, every time I raise my arms in celebration, playahation, why
Why, just cause I'm dead decayed and past, you give me no ass, why
Why, every time I chew on thumb tacks, I get blood on my snacks, why
Why, every time I kick faygos in the sky, you wanna know why, why
Why, every time an angel wanna kiss me, it always seems to miss me, why
Why, why does Shangri-La seem so far away, you better leave to day, why
Won't you tell me why
someone tell me why
Jesus tell me why

Hey, money got a big ass head
Folded like a, like a stop sign
Fuck dog, ey, we gotta go get that motherfuckin' ball of brains
You know what I'm sayin', fuck that, yeah
What, you wanna make a song about death
Squeezing on a neck until it's all outta breath
You wanna hear me rap about being the hardest
Well fuck that, from now on I'm an artist
I carve pumpkins, chop, chewy
Slice, swing twice, stab, screwy, ooh-ee
Chewy, dooey, gooey, slop
It all starts with a quick chop, drop
Pumpkin rolls on the floor
Almost out the front door, oh, we can't have that
Cut along the hairline, bowl cut
Hold the pumpkin between your legs and lift up
Boing, brains, snippity snip all the veins
Snip, cut, what, what the matter, you don't wanna do it
Well fuck it then, screw it, you'll never be a pumpkin carver
Pumpkin carvers that be the hobby
So Cal, Motown, collecting bodies
Twiztid, Clowns and the Kottonmouth Kings
Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween
Pumpkin carvers that be the hobby
So Cal, Motown, collecting bodies
Twiztid, Clowns and the Kottonmouth Kings
Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween
What, you don't like this rhyme
I can't be on point all the time
Fuck, it's Halloween, I gotta make a living somehow
I'm a professional pumpkin sculptor, alright motherfucker
Now, first, hollow the container
Strike that bitch with a hanger
Whatever just get something, just get the motherfucker all hollowed out
Like you could fill it up with lemonade and pour it out the mouth if you wanted to
Never leave the eyes intact
They'll turn all blue and puff out and shit, wack
Always remove 'em but keep 'em handy
Cause they taste like candy
Psych, I'm only playing, okay now, get the scalpel
Slowly cut around the mouth, be careful
What the fuck! We needed the lip!
Here, let me give you a little tip, slow the fuck down!
Pumpkin carvers that be the hobby
So Cal, Motown, collecting bodies
Twiztid, Clowns and the Kottonmouth Kings
Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween
Pumpkin carvers that be the hobby
So Cal, Motown, collecting bodies
Twiztid, Clowns and the Kottonmouth Kings
Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween
Take a closer look you scary motherfuckers
Don't my jack-o-lantern look like your little brother
Neck nuggets what we bring, terror start to fling
Twiztid, ICP and the Kottonmouth Kings
Pumpkins are for bitches, I like my shit instead
Cause every devil's night we carving somebody else's head
When my meatcleaver chops, heads fall to the floor
Fuck buying pumpkins at the grocery store
Yeah, yeah alright, you done flexed some skills on the mic
This is my motherfuckin' little song here, right
Right, let's get back to the subject
Now hold steady, steady, steady, ready
Insert the blade along the outer eyelid
Very, slowly, I don't wanna look! Ah, you did
Okay, gently count twenty-five specmetre outer diameters, huh? A square!
I know it's hard, you'd probably rather just stab and chop
But you'll end up with a pile of slop
I've done it before, and them ain't, them ain't pumpkin seeds
Those are fragments of skull, oh, crunchy
Hey, never mind that, get back to work
Eating on the fuckin' job, you'll never be an expert
What you wanna be, a mailman, a plumber or a barber, no
Or do you wanna be like your uncle Violent J, a pumpkin carver
Pumpkin carvers that be the hobby
So Cal, Motown, collecting bodies
Twiztid, Clowns and the Kottonmouth Kings
Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween
Pumpkin carvers that be the hobby
So Cal, Motown, collecting bodies
Twiztid, Clowns and the Kottonmouth Kings
Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween
Make these motherfuckers sing fool
Kick 'em to the spleen, happy Halloween
I be burnin' Cali, southern voters always bring
Pletto from the ghetto dumping bodies in the meadow
When it comes to carvin', bitch, I'm sharper than Gepetto
I'm lovin' that stiletto, ask your trick or fuckin' treaters
More than thirty, why I beat and greet the homies with the Chiba
Ariba, I was born in this October

The ghettos of America are breeding grounds
For the criminal minded
As for years they have killed one another of
And America has enjoyed its creation
But now these ghetto-minded criminals
Have crossed the line into your neighborhood
And will soon give you a taste of the hell
That they have lived for so long
So pops, this time its your son gets shot
Deal with your own creation
Well, I've been to the storm house and then some
Payed me dues but I'm still a street hoodlum
Dropped out of school cuz I couldn't find my locker
Stubbles on my chin, I got hair like Chewbacca
Might see me sleeping on the street
Don't look for a job cuz there's no jobs looking for me
Then it all went to my head
Next, forty-nine motherfuckers dead
Tell the pigs I did it
Place spot at your back
And beat you in the head with it
And keep your bitch in place
Or I'm a send her ass home with a foot print on her face
Uh, I'm hating sluts
Shoot them in the face, steb back and itch my nuts
'Less I'm in the sac
Cuz I fuck so hard it'll break they back
All the pressure's packed into one nut
I was waiting on a bus and my head blew up
And the sight'll make ya sick
Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic
Psychopathic
Thought you know bitch
The ICP is made up of psychotic
Demented psycho clumsy motherfuckers
And we'll put a hook on your bumb leg
Like it ain't nobody's business
So I'm standing by the train tracks
Then you see me running but naked with a battle axe
I'm swinging and slicing and chopping and cutting and..
Aah, until I'm nothing
Seems like I always get beat down
Like the hawk turned to the wicked clown
Tail turned out to the ghetto cuz
Southwest Detriot is comended one's home
So you might see me at a festival
Cussin', rude, and scratching my testicles
With a cold two-liter in hand
Rapping to the bitch at the french fry stand
Take it to the Patent Park
Then I'll make a sexist remark
Cuz they're all eventually bitching
Serve me fucking take your ass to the kitchen
Police don't like me it's obvious
Just don't look in the trunk
Or the sight'll make you sick
Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic
Yeah, I've always been a psycho
Psycho-psycho-sick-psycho-sick-psycho-psycho
I'll throw rocks at stray dogs
Build crackhouses out of Lincoln logs
I cut class, said I was a faker
You was in school, I was home watching Green Acres
Now I'm all up in your face
You can barely hear the rap with all that bass
I'm running with a southwest street gang
And I never let my southwest meat hang
Cuz you know what ICP's all about
Take a brick off the street
And bust you in the mouth
Find the girl's daddy's rich
And his sweet little angel's my sewer freak bitch
But I filled the turkey up with the stuffing
Like Billy Bill say, "a bitch ain't nothing"
Grab her by the arm and break
Grab her by the life and take it
And, ya know, the sight'll make ya sick
Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic

Insane Clown Posse!
ICP! about to take you way back! way back that is, to Vernor!
Posse, Up!
Me and Shaggy 2 Dope in the home away from home
In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome
Picking up the homies, we get em one by one
If you ain't psychopathic ryda boy you cannot come (bump)
Everybody's looking if you jealous turn around
Fucking with them leappers got us hopping off the ground [Honk]
We getting good grip from the 50 series tires
The alpines bumping but I need the volume higher
Cuz the 808 kick drum make you wanna get some
I got a scrodum full a balls I let your girlie lick them
Every time we rolling Twiztid's gotta roll a joint
I almost died from inhalation coming back from Cedar Point
Hookers and zombies in every direction
Looking for things steady waving for some action
The wagons kinda crowded
The whole car was leanin' back
Jamie trying to keep it steady with the greeny on his lap
Rude Boy wasn't looking, we hit a crack head
Flipping off the windshield, the motherfucker's dead
Zombie cut in half, no kind of regret
Insane Clown Posse ripping up shit
Woop! Woop!
17 Psychopathic Sodiers Roll
My Posse's on Vernor! (Yeah, come on!)
Down riverside that's how we ryde
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (ICP!)
Running down bass and seven more scored
Half an hour later we was getting kinda bored
Jump Steady's dangerous, Dougy is 4 Rilla
My homie Shaggy 2 Dope is the bitch hater killa
Billy's on the left side causin' helly grief
Leaving haters bleeding crawling picking up they teeth
Tom Dub is the skinny guy
People think he's funny
But he didn't even know tonight he coming back bloody
Cruising Del Ray boy these streets is cold
Cigarette lighter broken window stuck unrolled
Ripping Michigan, we saw nothing but thugs
Mean mugging holdin',shopping
Distributing drugs
Hitting 3 and 7 make that ass just dropped *Honk*
Squeaking and we sparkin'
But the wagon don't stop
Michigan an livernois
Rudy broke left, Jamie shot at verner
It's time to get wrecked
Junkie on the corner, needle bout to shoot
With a rebel flag and some cowboy boots
The closer that we get, the clearer it became
It was Kid Rock yelling, "What's my Name!?"
Surviving the Toxic Sludge War
My Posse's on Vernor! (Yeah, come on!)
.. back down to Southwest
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (What you got?)
Now cruising down Verner
My wheels spin slow
Running with the hatchet is the only way to go
Some girlies by the Carnival was looking for a ride
We tried to pick em up
But we had no room inside
We put em in the trunk, we put em on the hood
Some sat up with the Rude Boy and puffed on his wood
Our crew is getting bigger, there's way to many freeks
The muffler's dragging and the tailpipes weak
Now these hoes are getting hungry
Monoxide's treating
We stopped at .. for some Mexican eating
The restaurant was closed, this ho was like "Damn it."
She said "Go back the other way we'll stop and eat at Senates."
Now senates the place, it's a little run down
But they got the best Chilly Cheesy in town
Faygo on tap, any kind you choose
After midnight though the place is bad news
Alex dropped a $20 and didn't even miss it
This hoe from another crew she picked it up and kissed it
Her boyfriend's tripping and jumping on her case
My homie Billy Bill had to bust him in the face
We never like a fuck, who beats on his girl
If ya don't have game, then let her leave your world
Ain't nothing to discuss, the bitch slept with us
She fucked everybody now I heard she lives with Russ
Now I'm running with a hatchet, and you walking with some dudes
The Psychopathic Family is giving you the blues
Hate us all you want, cuz we don't get upset
We the Insane Clown Posse, bitch represent! (Come On)
Psychopathic holding it down for Southwest
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (Yeah! Whut!)
Dumping dead bodies behind the Del Ray Cafe
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (Southwest buddy!)
Fucking bitches on the grass at Paton Park
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (ICP!)
Forks up, forks down, forks all the way around
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (Yeah! Come on!)
Killas, stalkers, outline body chalkers
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
Hit Dearborn Turn you right back right around
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (Wicked Clowns!)
.. cars
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (Yeah! Come on!)
Inner City Posse's still alive, bitch!
THE POSSE'S ON VERNOR! (Southwest! Stand up!)
Home of the original wicked clowns!

Every year it's more of us and all we do is fill the box
You might play with me at first, a couple days, a week at tops
Just like your Atomic Supersonic Retro Plasma Car
We will all get tossed inside just like the piece of shit we are
I will be your fantasy imaginary special friend
I can fill you, I relate, with you no need to talk to them
But instead you toss me in the box, leave me to rott away
Hoping you'll pick me again someday...hey, hey
Why don't you come play with me and take me to the other side (take me to the
other side)
Lost under Ann Raggedy it's lonley when your locked in side (It can be so
lonley)
I will sit and listen to your bibble babble jibber talk
But when you go in tonight you'll leave me out here on the walk
You'll ignore your little friend or trade me for something instead
Please come get your doggie, don't let him chew off my fucking head
All your mom and daddy do is work and fight, that's all they do!
I can understand the way you feel because I feel it to
But you'll leave me in the box and I can barley hear you play
Lost umong the toys of yesterday, hey(hey)hey(hey)hey
Boys and girls, fuck that old crusty shit
Come down and get your brand new, ha, shiny
slimy, atomic shithead
(Super, duper!)
(Right)
(S-s-s-s-sonic, sonic)
(Right)
I can see you near the bed when I look through this tiny crack
You become much older now and I don't see you turning back
Seven years in darkness I can only hope my wish comes true

We hit the ace, ace and we love giving chase
Wicked clown got more than some pie for your face
With a drip, drip, drip it's blood on the strip
Three disassembled bodies in the trunk of the whip
Hear the saw, saw, saw right below your jaw
You see your own head roll off the table and fall
See the puck, puck, puck flamin arrows in your truck
And one in your lung stuck, you fucked outta luck
Play my song, gimme something i can lean on
Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that
Play my song, gimme something i can lean on
Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that
Bloody, bloody, bloody
Play my song, bloody, bloody, bloody
Whatcha tryin to hear, bloody, bloody, bloody
Here come the hack, hack, hack knives in your back
Blood down your spine, all in your ass crack
With a swing, swing, swing your throat's whistlin
The three incisions i made are fine as g-strings
It's the pat, pat, pat from behind with a bat
And splatter every crack till your whole head flat
Beat the jab, jab, jab i'll punch you in your flab
Drag you to the butcher shop and chop you into slabs
Play my song, gimme something i can lean on
Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that
Play my song, gimme something i can lean on
Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that
Bloody, bloody, bloody
Play my song, bloody, bloody, bloody
Whatcha tryin to hear, bloody, bloody, bloody
(murder... death... war...)
Everyone of us gotta have murder and death
To remind ourselves that we still have our breath
Whether it's tasteful of disgraceful
Shit, as long as everybody get's a face full
Someo f us root for the coppers, others root for the killin
But everybody needs they murderous thrillins
Trace it back to when mankind was swinging from a tree
Murder is what we talkin about, and always will be
Play my song, gimme something i can lean on
Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that
Play my song, gimme something i can lean on
Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that
Bloody, bloody, bloody
Play my song, bloody, bloody, bloody

I battle samurais, they fight like little bitches to me
Ive murdered everybody i need some switches for me
Take me some place nobody ever knew existed
Gone like the missle that missed it and gone balistic
Its floatin on anyone caught in the way
Im falling through the future while your back in the day
And no that, theres a storm comin brewin up ahead
Black rain as hot as it can get
We off the track
Off the track, off the track
Falling freely
Dip on back, back
Flying with me
We off the track
Off the track, off the track
Falling freely
Dip on back, back
Flying with me
Mother fucker i been droppin freestyles
For fifty three miles
We droppin nuclear bombs we tryin to see smiles
I caught a shootin star
Inside a peanut butter jar
We bring it in the vocal booth and beam out like rayzars
We draw crop circles
The **** sky purples
Cast out colorful shiny diamonds wonderful
Im not the one that bullshit about the thunder though
We keep it juggalo
We underground and more
Rockin shows in my underwear
Never been the one to care
Spend every penny that we ever made on weed and beer
I make the rainest
But the joker cards is forever famous
But who can blame us
The carnival became us
Im sleepin in the clouds leaving through the night sky
I fantasize let you see something beyond your eyes
I seen the galaxy ate lucky charms off the milkyway
But tommorow gonna be the day
We off the track
Off the track, off the track
Falling freely
Dip on back, back
Flying with me
We off the track
Off the track, off the track
Falling freely
Dip on back, back
Flying with me
And we gon ride high
Swerve left and right high
Oh we gon ride high
Swerve left and right high
All Night
You gotta meet me to believe me
And meet me to achieve me
And vision through your third eye to even try to see me
Im to dramatic
Ill slap you with the Sledge-O-Matic
Im on your TV screen talkin through the static
Im on the beaches of Afghanistan
Talkin to the reefer man
Caught in a avalanche and dont need an ambulance
Come with me ill show you how to relax
Dark Carnival wagons is flying off the tracks
So cmon
We off the track
Off the track, off the track
Falling freely
Dip on back, back
Flying with me
We off the track
Off the track, off the track
Falling freely
Dip on back, back
Flying with me
And we gon ride high
Swerve left and right high
Oh we gon ride high
Swerve left and right high
All Night
We off the track
Off the track, off the track
Falling freely
Dip on back, back
Flying with me
Off the track, off the track
Falling freely
Dip on back, back
Flying with me
Violent J and Shaggy motherfuckin 2 Dope forever makin music. For the

Now a days everybody wanna talk
But nothing comes out when they moving they lips
Just a bunch of jibberish
And muthafuckers act like Eminem ain't gay
Everybody forgot
What happened?
What up Dre?
Yeah
It's all about Dre
It's all about Dre
Compton's in the house
Yeah that's right
Compton is in the house
Come here pull down your panties you little bitch
Alright hold up dawg
Go easy on me and shit
You about ripped my asshole last time
Take some of this Compton dick
Let me take off this white shirt so you can see my bird chest
You wanna be famous?
Uh huh
Then spread that bitch ass
It's all about Dre
Yeah, Compton
Ahh dawg you hurting me dawg
You the tightest Detroit rapper you little bitch
You ripping my asshole dawg
Hold on a second, wait don't bust
Wait, oh ahh dawg
Take all this compton dick
Hold on, don't bust
Do it on my lip like a milk ad
Compton's in that ass
It's all about Dre
It's all about Dre ahh shit
You wanna be famous you little bitch?
Don't tell Kim dawg, please
It's all about Dre
Now get the fuck out of here
Ahh shit
Bitch boy muthafucka
You might have those 11 year old groupies believing your shit
But you ain't fooling nobody bitch
You a mother fucking bitch
Yeah suck my dick
You ain't never shot at us with no paint balls
Matter of fact you can come get these painted balls muthafucka
Come get these Juggalo painted balls bitch
You ain't never chased us out of no club bitch
The only club you ever chased anybody out of was a gay bar bitch
Straight outta Warren
Bitch you a joke
Sucking so much dick your fucking lips smoke
With your silly ass pretty boy rap
Mean mugging and thugging sitting on Dre's lap
You pull a gat on my dawg
No bullets or nuthing
You shaking, stumbling, nervous fumbling
Scared to death, screaming for help
So damn shook you almost shot yourself
Little radio thug with your preppy smile
Got everybody hopping out at 35 mile
Telling us we fake little faggot bet
I'ma gonna knock your teeth out the back of your neck
You might have little girls crying and shit
But the Detroit thugs aint buying your shit
Run you ass back to Dr. Dre, and open your butt
You little goofy ass boy get fucked
Dumb ass, hoe ass, wack ass, fake ass, weak ass, hoe ass
Biatttcccchh!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Weak ass, fake ass, mark ass, punk ass, bitch ass, fag ass
Biatttcccchh!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Sissy ass radio bitch, BITCH!
Wait a minute don't run
What's up with that?
I'm just trying to give you this 300 bucks back
That you gave to Twiztid so you could open up they show
You little pussy ass hoe
Look at us dawg
Who put us on the map?
3 plat 2 gold, and we still like that
We did it alone
Without a DRE
But he owns you, and fucks your butt like a pussy
Husband, tell me where she at?
Everybody be fucking that bitch
You don't see that?
I know three people she fucked on you
Up at Hot Rock's she be fucking bitches too
You told the world you gonna kill the slut
Then you're on TV licking her butt
Be careful you probably gonna taste my nut
Cause even I be fucking that bitch raw like whut
Dumb ass, hoe ass, wack ass, fake ass, weak ass, hoe ass
Biatttcccchh!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Weak ass, fake ass, mark ass, punk ass, bitch ass, fag ass
Biatttcccchh!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Preppy ass teeny bop bitch, BITCH!
I remember your ass at Saint Andrew's Hall
Handing out your flyers
Come one come all, come to my show
I looked at it, what!?
Right there, Insane Clown Posse might show up
What the fuck kinda rapper could be that lame?
The only way to draw people is use our name
I could've just've fucked you up right there
But I let it pass, I felt bad for your bitch ass
Bitch when I met you, you were sucking dick
Now your on the pop charts sucking dick
You'll be sucking dick for eternity
Look at your mouth, it look like a pussy
I know that Slim Anus got to you
Yeah, only because it was so damn true
When I think of your daughter it makes me sad
She got a whore for a momma
And a bitch ass dad!
Dumb ass, hoe ass, wack ass, fake ass, weak ass, hoe ass
Biatttcccchh!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Weak ass, fake ass, mark ass, punk ass, bitch ass, fag ass
Biatttcccchh!
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Preppy ass teeny bop bitch, BITCH!
Top 40 pussy rap bitch, BITCH!
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Eminem ain't nothin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Eminem ain't nuthin' but a bitch, BITCH!
Mainstream pretty boy biatttcccchh, BITCH!
Sucker ass
Mother fucker
Hitler ass haircut
Bitch ass mother fucking boy band ass

Man.... I love you guys
Man shut the fuck up man. Why you always gotta ruin the moment?
Man fuck you.
AINT NUTTIN HERE LEFT FOR ME SO I'M OUT THIS BITCH
FUCK STAYIN' HERE. I'M BUSTING THE FUCK OUT NOW
WE OUT THIS MUTHA FUCKA RIGHT NOW
There's no story that ain't been told
There's no gimmick that ain't been sold
There's no ocean that never been swam
There's no jobber that ain't been slammed
There's no road that ain't been traveled
There's no doctor that ain't been baffled
Ain't no thug that never cried
Ain't no preacher that never lied
There's no rumor that ain't been passed
Ain't no question that no one's asked
There's no tree that won't get chopped
There's no bomb that wont get dropped
Ain't no path that no one's laid
Ain't no beast that ain't been afraid
There's no feat that no one can
There's no saga that never began
Ain't no snow that didn't melt
There's no punch that ain't been felt
There's no skill that no one's learned
There's no planet that He ain't turned
There's no view that never dissolved
There's no problem that ain't been solved
There's no tale that no one's told
There's no beauty that won't get old
There's no garden the sun ain't beamed on
There's no shoulder that ain't been leaned on
There's no color that ain't been seen
Purple Red Yellow Blue Forest Green
There's no desert that ain't seen rain
Nobody here that ain't felt pain
There's no bigot that ain't been clowned
There's no treasure that I ain't found
Ain't no cave they never explored
Ain't no mother that ain't been ignored
There's no leader that ain't been lead
There's no blood that ain't been shed
There's no dish they never made
Ain't no brick they never laid
Everything left's been done before
Nothings new, nowhere to explore
On the day when the wagon's come I just pray that you let me on
Wont you let me on, Wont you let me on, Wont you let me on.....
Hey Jake Jeckel fly twist and spin to the other side
On the day when the wagon's come I just pray that you let me on

Straight out of Warren, bitch you a joke
Sucking so much dick your fucking lips smoke
With your silly ass pretty boy rap
Be muggin and thuggin sittin on Dre's lap.
Pull a gat on my thug, no bullets or nothing,
you shaking, stumbling,
nervous, fumbling,
scared to death, screamin for help,
So damn shook you almost shot yourself.
Little radio thug with your preppy smile,
Got everybody hoppin outta 35 miles,
tellin us we fake Little faggot (?),
I'ma knock your teeth out the back of your neck.
You might have little girls cryin and shit,
But the detroit thugs aint buying your shit.
(Run your ass back to Dr Dre and open your butt)
Little groupie ass boy get fucked!
Dumbass (Dumbass),
Bitchass (Bitchass),
Weakass (Weakass),
BEEEAAAAAATCH!
Eminem ain't nothing but a bitch (bitch)
Eminem ain't nothing but a bitch (bitch)
Weakass (Markass),
Punkass (Punkass),
Bitchass (Bitchass),
BEEEAAAAAATCH!
Eminem ain't nothing but a bitch (bitch)
Sissy ass radio bitch (bitch)
Wait a minute don't run, what's up with that?
I'm just trying to give you this 300 bucks back,
That you gave to Twiztid so you could open up their show
You little pussy ass hoe!
Look at us dog who put us on the map?
3 plat, 2 gold, and we still like that,
We did it alone without a D.R.E
But he owns and knows your butt like a pussy.
Husband!, tell me where she at,
Everybody be fucking that bitch you don't see that?
I know 3 people she fucked on you,
Up at Hotrocks, she be fucking bitches too!
You told the world you gonna kill the slut,
Then you on TV licking her butt,
Be careful your probly gonna taste my nut,
Cause even I be fucking that bitch raw... like WHAT!
(I remember your ass, St. Andrews Hall),
Handing out your flyers {Come one come all,
come to my show}, I looked at it, WHAT?
Right there: Insane Clown Posse Might Show Up.
What the fuck kind of rapper could be that lame?
Only way you draw people is to use our name?
I could have just fucked you up right there,
but I let it pass,I felt bad for ya bitch ass!
Everytime I met you your SUCKIN DICK,
Now your on the pop charts SUCKIN DICK,
You'll be SUCKIN DICK for eternity,
Look at your mouth, it look like a pussy!
I know that Slim Anus got to you,
(Yeah only because it was so damn true),
I think of your daughter, it makes me sad,
She got a whore for a mama... and a bitch ass DAD!
Bitch (BITCH!)
Bitch (BITCH!)
Bitch (BITCH!)
Bitch (BITCH!)
Eminem ain't nothing but a bitch (BITCH!)
Mainstream pretty boy beeeeeeeeaaaaatch (BITCH!)
Sucka ass mother fucka,
Hitler ass haircut,
Bitchass mother fucking
Boyband ass Top 40 Casey Casem

Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
I be waiting at the light
I be waiting at the light i got 8 seconds or less
To decide if imma walk or ride
I slide up and put the barrel to her neck and scoot bitch
Im driveing and were in pursuit of your loot bitch
Im dirty wicked for the bank roles and bad hoes
See me lurkin in the shadows the had hoes
Got some nickleplatted heavy and loaded
Leave a hole in your face but the back of your dome exploded
Nobody move nobody gets cut the fuck up
And chopped down we poppin off rounds
Fuck you we aint pullin over in a stolen ovea
With a nock nock whos there its some bullets comin over
Mack one o shaggy 2 dope and violent j with hearts full of wickedtry
Bitch fuck what you sayin im pluggin one in your cranium
Put two in my pockets like the rhythm of my world do shit cant stop it
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
It aint shit for me to keep it gangster on minds
The pile of coke got me froze but i can use another line
This is a jack move a noted imma take what i find
And this revolver close range will sure to blow your mind
I got some homies from the deep claimin ICP
But im the chicken hawk how they gonna chicken hunt without me
Peep game did i show you how to put it down proper
First chicken in the door and wave the forlock bigpapa
Take the old place for the stash spot
And tell em one false move they get there ass shot
And if some dude move you gotta spit rounds and hit it
You drench the place with Faygo let them know the clowns did it
Nobody tell cause we shut a snitch up if its a brod
Get some juggalettes to roll the bitch up
So make no mistakes this is the two one one
Jay Shaggs and Mack 10 will make your crew run run
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Blast mutha fucker blast blast blast blast
Slugs in your bitch ass my aim sucks
So i bust point blank robbery in progress first national bank
Im fuckin shoot first shoot second shoot third
Then i drop whoevers left spreadin through secruitys vests
Nobody move in the club when we walk in
They all just freeze terrified of my crew just hawking us
But you all can just relax line up like some bitches drop your money in the sack
Partys over hoes get they jelly blown out like titties
And i blast these stupid hero idiots movin on me thinkin they will save the day
With joni seals there graves away so put your mutha fuckin face in the floor
And if you move but dont then its your head and my bullets with a all out war
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt

What the hell's a ninja?
(ninja's posess a superior skills of ninjitsu, mu'afucka')
It is a branch os a Japanese samurai, a very old organization
Its origins are hundreds of years old, much of its history is being lost
not many ninja's exist today, yet they all have indomitable fighting skills
as a part of ninjitsu
(ninja's of the indomitable fighting skills, of a ninja, a ninjer, a
mutha'fuckin' ninja)
no matter what weapons you use, a ninja will never die!
Damn I wish I could be a Shogun Samurai
so I could swing a sword and make necks fly
I'd go to school and ninja-crawl through tha halls
n' then I'd jump out n' stab bitches in the balls
cuz I remember these kids from tha playground
everybody'd hang around, we were all down
but then we grew up, n' everybody turned away
n' now they dissin' me, yellin', "fuck Nerdy-J"
I sit n' think at how it changed as I got olda'
as I think I draw a ninja on my folda', (Ugh)
what I would do if I only had a ninja sword
you'd see blood start flingin' on tha chalkboard
I'd tell tha whole class, "nobody move a jiggle,
first one that do I'll make yer fuckin' neck wiggle."
everyone wold start jockin', tha news would take my pictcha'
DAMN I wish I could be a ninja
[chorus]
Damn I wish I could be a ninja, (ninja( [X3]
Damn It'd feel good ta see people up on it [all X2]
After I was done killin' all tha yuppie fucks
all tha poor kids would come n' swing from my nuts
and I would walk home feelin' like a Samurai
I'd walk in tha house, and see my momma cry
I's ask why, she'd point to my drunkin' pops
he tried ta hit her again, but that shit STOPS
I kick him in his throat, you hear his neck break
I throw a roundhose and knock his beard off his face
I tell him, "Dad, now look at all your broken glass,
why don'tcha pick it all-up n' stick it in yer ass."
I watch him do it, "Now hurry up ya take fo'eva'."
when he was done I'd squeeze his butt-cheeks togetha'
"Now get tha FUCK out my house, neva' come back!"
I throw a chinese star, stick him in his ass-crack (Ahhhh)
I turn to my mudda, "I'm sorry that he hit'cha!"
DAMN I wish I could be a ninja
[repeat chorus]
If I could be a ninja, my daddy'd be dead, but
I still gotta go ta work, n' pay tha rent
I flip frenchfries for $2.25
Mr. Donny works here he's fuckin' 45
but he'd think he "da' shit" cuz he's da' boss
I guess he don't know that his life is a loss
I walk in....about 5 minutes late...
cuz I was tryin' ta clean tha blood off my ninja blade
so, Mr. Donny wanna try n' get up in my face
screamin' at me, sweatin' ova' this place
mad cuz I'm late, he's no betta' than me
just another bitch workin' for next ta' free
I thought him out, takin' money, just steal
n' cuttin' up his body, n' fry him on tha grill
but he's too fuckin' wack, n' I could kill dis bitch
n' I don't even need ta be a ninja
[repeat chorus X7]
Yeah, Yeah I'm a ninja, Yeah

Shit, I can't fucking take this
All this fucking pressure, I'm dying
Make me go motherfucking crazy
I got all these motherfuckers
Every where I go
They gonna come down on me
([Background:] Why don't you get a job, man?)
Oh no, here they come, man
Stop it, man, stop it, man
I can't fucking take it, HAHAHAHAH
Come on, man HAHA HAHA
There's no ouhahahat
Showed up at your high school prom
With an axe in my motherfucking palm
And I jumped out the first date swinging
Necks and backs went flinging and a toe
I went psychopathic
Choping throats with a hatchet
Cuz they try to get me
So I took a head with me
Ran down the hall butt-naked
If you gotta life I'm a take, huh
Cuz I got it going on
And I broke to the female john (AAAH!)
Motherfuckers think I'm sick
You ever seen a bitch take a shit, fuck dat
A lot of dookie-ass beef
Cuz female shittin' is news to me
Climbed up the fire escape
How many lives can one motherfucker take?
One life, two life, three life, four
Throw me a mach 10 I'll vow to take more
Fifty lives coming out, eighty
Fuck this, I'm finna whoop this lady
Tied the bitch up to the lightpost
Slapped her in her face cuz I'm psycho
Beat her down and beat her up
......Fucking slut
So bitch make me wonder
Kicked her gut and left my number
Call me, fucking nympho
Then I threw her out the window
Broke and I climbed up a tree, guy
Came back down, I don't know why
Straight up insanity
Damn, if it ain't a family
I hope they come home soon
Cuz I'm waiting in the bedroom
Diced up all synco
then i threw them in the pinto
now im on vernor bumping the funk
with 5 dead bodies in the trunk
and im doing about 90
with the red and blues behind me
you can pull me over jack
just don't look in the back
"well's whats your fucking hurry son?"
just don't look in the trunk
"We got a wild one here, he's naked"
just don't look in the trunk
"he's got blood on his hands and face"
just don't look in the trunk
"be advised the car is register to a wilson family"
just don't look in the trunk
"ah, the trunk you say huh? well let's have a look
see here, oh shit! don't let him get away!"
I'm gone and I ditched the ride
And left the dead Wilsons inside
Jetting and I'm hopping fences
Finning through like my man in Caline, Texas
Cuz I'm psycholistic
You look once and you missed it
Look twice and it caught your eye
Me, beating the shit out of some guy
With a bag of bricks
Impressing them dirty-ass sewer chicks
A klepto you can't trust
Should of known when I jacked the bus
Fourteen passengers riding it
One naked psycho driving it
And we go and grip it
And they're be no slipping
Cuz I'm thinking the worst
Shit like woman and children die first
Make you shiver
When I drove that bitch in the river
Everybody dies
Only me survives
Innocent fucks is what I want
So I'm heading for the restaraunt
There's always gotta be a hero
But I can't be stopped with silver bullets
Or a wooden stake
It's your life I quickly take
Don't talk shit, I take 'em
Take your life, take your life
Coppers and choppers persue
The boys in blue, the whole caroo
I do what they never think
So I'm heading for the 18th precinct
Cuz when they finally call it quits
I'll be there to cut their necks
And that's what I did
I hate a fucking pig
I get a job at the Donut Shop
Just to poison the cop
Cut-o-pathic
And I'll fuck you up in a straight jacket
Cuz they finally got me
Broke my legs and shot me
But I'm still laughing
Cuz of what happened on the night of the axe
On the night of the axe (just psycho)...

Bloody naked bodies in the streets stuck with knives
Beaten battered wives strangled, popped out they eyes
Terror levels on the rise, drugs friends are takin lives on the...
News at 6 o'clock and again at eleven!
Pedophiles and rapists snatching kids out they school
Bodies dismantled with a garden hoe and some power tools
People runnin round pissin aids in swimmin pool on the...
News at 6 o'clock and again at eleven!
Arsonists burnin people and they dogs up while they sleepin
Peepin toms peepin and poisonous gas leakin
Hurricanes blowin cities down every other weekend on the...
News at 6 o'clock and again at eleven!
Car crash explosion in (slow motion) freature, dead cops
And crooks and blood spatter for each of ya
I'm never fuckin leavin my sons with the preacher, watch the...
News at 6 o'clock and again at eleven!
You ain't think up this horrors show
What's next, what's comin, what's around the corner?
You want to see the real wicked shit, where the wicked at?
Channel 2, 4 and 7, they be kickin that
News!! real fuckin bloody tv, no video game, no cd, movie in 3D
News!! real fuckin bloody tv, no video game, no cd, movie in 3D
Gangs on every corner, shootin people drivin by
Prostituters found dead on every block with maggot eye
On top of that, the death toll in
Whokajava on the rise, on the...
News at 6 o'clock and again at eleven!
Anthrax on donuts, eight year olds pushing keys
Mad fuckin new disease and hostages on they knees
Plane crashes, corruption, and butt sex at thirteen, on the...
News at 6 o'clock and again at eleven!
Hatred, big-ass bombs, and chemical arms
Worker stuck underground and all they air is gone
17 deadly prisoners escape before dawn, on the...
News at 6 o'clock and again at eleven!
There's a madman raping pretty girls in his astrovan
Liquid store murder footage, close-ups in digicam
The wickedest show on earth presented by the man, it the...
News at 6 o'clock and again at eleven!
You ain't think up this horrors show
What's next, what's comin, what's around the corner?
You want to see the real wicked shit, where the wicked at?
Channel 2, 4 and 7, they be kickin that
News!! real fuckin bloody tv, no video game, no cd, movie in 3D
News!! real fuckin bloody tv, no video game, no cd, movie in 3D
Broken bodies mutilated, decapitated, and skeeted on
High speed car chases (hey, i recognize what street they on)
Dentists put you under, stick they fingers in your ass (oooh)
Depress suicidal nerds shootin up the class
Shit is way harder than them feeble cable movie channels
Cuz it's all real blood squirtin out they checkered fannels
You couldn't think of nothing wickeder than what's already real
And on the news if you like it scary then you can't lose
You ain't think up this horrors show
What's next, what's comin, what's around the corner?
You want to see the real wicked shit, where the wicked at?
Channel 2, 4 and 7, they be kickin that
News!! real fuckin bloody tv, no video game, no cd, movie in 3D
News!! real fuckin bloody tv, no video game, no cd, movie in 3D
News!! real fuckin bloody tv, no video game, no cd, movie in 3D
News!! real fuckin bloody tv, no video game, no cd, movie in 3D
News!!

First I was born young and healthy
I told my mother one day I'd be wealthy
Can't forget my first day at school
Got stabbed in the head with a pencil, but it's cool
Get my education,
A job and a family, a good reputation
And what about grade two?
Got shot in the neck and the bullet went straight through!
But I'm packing a textbook,
So don't fuck with me cause I'm going to grade three,
Thank god it's lunch in a minute
Bit into my hot dog with a razor blade in it
And it ripped my tongue off
But I know how to multiply so what's up, boss?
Finally had to step out
I dropped out of school when they ripped my neck out
Who knows where the road led?
Seen a man with a briefcase and no head
So I'm like fuck that
Show me a quarter and an ounce of crack
And I'm straighter than a fucking light post
I sold a lot of crack but I bought the most..
Now I'm a basehead down on my luck
Roaming the streets and got hit by a Mack Truck
And thrown about a block
But I'm thinking nothing but gimme a rock
Holding my sign I'll work for crack
With my old-ass E.T. shirt on my back
And I'm sleeping in the gutter
Right next to Champtown's mother
I'm eating dead rats in the street
I keep on checking for my own heart beat,
Now I'm weighing at a buck-o-five
Twitchy little neck and I'm barely alive
Got my first taste of life in hell
I ate a dead man shh, but don't tell
Excuse me, sir, can you spare some change?
I'll cut your face off and eat your brains
You know all about me
You act like you ain't never seen "Penitentiary"
Spitting and cussing and you know I'm pissed
With these iron braces on my fucking wrists!
And now I'm headed for the slammer,
Serial killer, all on the camera
First day, they broke my back
Next day, they broke my neck
Third day, they broke my leg
Fourth day, they broke my head
Swallowing kept on trucking
But there'll be no fucking
That's strictly for the soft
Ain't seen a freak in a week and my nuts fell off
So I'm finna escape
How much shit can one klepto take?
"Stop, fool! Stop or I'll fire!"
Shot me off and I fell in the razor wire
I'm all tangled up, "cut cut cut slit slit cut cut"
You don't love me, I really don't care
Tie my ass up in the electric chair
I got no family, I got no friends
I pray to God that my life ends..
They thought that they had killed me
They took me to the morgue
I'm just a little stiff that's all, like a board
I lay there in my coffin, just chill and wait and chill
But then I jump out knife swinging all about
And motherfucking-mother-mother-mother-motherfucking kill!
I used to wonder what life's about
Until it chewed me up and spit me out
Your ghetto created a psycho nut,
Not just psycho, psycho nut
Now I'm living in the walls of your house
And I'll die there and lay and rot like a dead mouse
I'm packing a sickle I'm on your roof and I'm playing the fiddle
You want me in a straight jacket
Cause when I see a throat, I'm a hack it
Where I'm at? What's my name?
Somehow, somewhere, I got hit by a train
And it ripped my legs off
Ha! nothing but a minor cough
You can't get me I swing from a tree
Shouting and cussing and shooting at me
Everybody's end make two cents
A branch broke and I fell on a picket fence
I'm stuck and they're coming to get me
Rip myself off and I took my lungs with me
I'm stuffing them back in
Fuck! They won't go back in
Now my life's gettin' dense
Cause my heart's still beating on a wooden fence
They shoot me up and down
Thinking thinking thinking clown
Wicked wicked wicked clown

My kind of bitch ain't like your bitch
Cuz my bitch don't bitch at all
My bitch don't blink, she don't even think
About money or fuckin mall
My kind of bitch don't fix her hair
She don't care about what she wears
Cuz she's much too busy pulling the worms
Out her butt, she ain't bathed in years
My kind of bitch, I'll never forget
We forced met on a Oujia board
Miss Crabber Damned, she would chew on snakes
And swallow a ninja sword
I said, "hey bitch, how do you do?
Some fucks call me Violent J"
She picked her nose and flicked it at me
Smiled and was on her way, my kind of bitch
My kind of bitch
My kind of bitch don't fix her hair
She don't care about what she wears
My kind of bitch don't fix her hair
She don't care about what she wears
Fuck that!
My kind of bitch has a hole in her neck
And has to talk like this "I love you"
She can drink through it, ya get used to it
It whistle every time we kiss
My kind of bitch gots one good tittie
The other one's skinny and red
She can make the one jiggle
The other one don't do shit but just sit their dead
My kind of bitch has a wooden eye
With a nail sticking half way out
It once caught a fire and we all had to spit
In her face just to put it out
My kind of bitch is a little loopy
And her ass might droop a bit
But I scoop that loop and fold the flop
And I fuck that pile of shit, my kind of bitch
My kind of bitch
My kind of bitch gots one good tittie
The other one's skinny and red
My kind of bitch gots one good tittie
"Hello? Um, my name is J. I'm from Detroit. I'm looking for a girl,
who's, um, dead. Um, a girl who can possibly forfill some of my
fetishes. Which include, um, dipping your titties in Faygo and
slapping my face with them. Um, jumping from the dresser and landing
on my balls. Uh..."
My kind of bitch waits till I sleep
Then run and fuck my friends
And everytime I break her legs
Then give my homie's ends (haha what's up, man!)
She shot me once and stabbed my neck
And even broke my nose
But I lick her from her crooked neck
Down to her stringy toes, my kind of bitch
My kind of bitch
My kind of bitch waits till I sleep
Then run and fuck my friend
My kind of bitch waits till I sleep then...
"Hello? Uh, my name is Shaggs, and I'm lookin for a girl with a
big big fat fuckin ass. And titties. And a big fat fuckin ass.
And, uh, I want my dick sucked, and I want my balls scratched.
And I want her to scratch my ass and twist my balls at the same
time, that's a must. And I'm looking for a girl who can stretch
titties and stuff em in her ass."
Fuck yeah, motherfucker
I'm looking for a bitch
I'm looking for a girl to fit my needs (my kind of bitch)
We can have picnics under the moon
In the graveyard
We can have picnics under my house (my kind of bitch)
I'm looking for a girl to die with
If you're already dead, that's cool
You can sit around and wait for me to die (my kind of bitch)
I'm looking for a girl to squeeze me
I'm looking for a girl to squeeze my balls
Let me squeeze your neck

I don't know. She ain't even looking that good. (kinda fat)
Even so, i think i'd probably fuck her if i could. (kinda fat like that)
It's just sumpthin bout the way her titties swing around. (boing)
Wiping poo-poo of they babie's butt, i think i wanna take her down
Wanna fuck my homie's baby's momma
I'm attracted to the helly drama
Man this is some muthafuckin bull shit,
You talkin bout you wanna fuck my girl,
man we raising a baby together,
that's some bull muthafuckin shit.
I got coupons bitch, dollar fifty off at chucky cheese
Got ya similax formula, just baby fuck me please
goo goo ga ga, i make ya baby laugh
(Don't you like the way my ugly face looks)
But when baby go night night,
you gonna hafta to come up with some ass
Wanna fuck my homie's baby's momma
I'm attracted to the helly drama
I'm tryin to look out for you and your baby,
that's why i'm telling you about him cheating on you.
I ain't even like that, come here lemme hold you
Watchin Jerry Springer all fuckin day,
your baby rolling you a joint
(lookie momma, i packed it with the good shit)
I told you if you let me hit it,
i take you both to see the point.
(but the neden wasn't all that, so forget it)
Rubber binkies (binkies) food, all over the floor
am i gonna help you clean it?,
I'm out the fuckin door
(gotta go, and i won't be back no more)
Wanna fuck my homie's baby's momma
I'm attracted to the helly drama
(I already fucked your baby's momma)
How the fuck you gonna fuck on me bitch
i dont even belive this shit
you gonna fuck him in my bed,
what the fuck (he said he loved me)
Wanna fuck my homie's baby's momma
I'm attracted to the helly drama
(I already fucked your baby's mamma

"Mr. Jackson, what are you talking about?
Well I've heard about those parties, they're immoral.
Mr. Jackson, I thought you were respectable gentlemen.
Now, don't give me that respectable gentlement bullshit,
you little bitch."
Mr. Jackson?
"Now, stop playing dumb, you dizzy cunt."
Hey baby, I heard you like to freak
Then come out to play with me
Hey, what's up, I'm new in town
I work for the circus, Shaggy the Clown
Anyway, ole girl, I seen you around
I guess I'm trying to say that I wanna be down, hey
We had ice cream, sat in the park
I walked her all the way home when it got dark
She took me inside and when the door shut
Next thing ya know I had my nuts in her butt, hey
I wanna bitch whose down to fuck right away
And even does my homies if it's okay
A little bitch that's down for a quicky
I love chicky chicky, I ain't being picky though
So you might be a little bit fat
You might even stink a bit, I don't mind that
Even if you don't fuck on the first date
Just put my nuts in your mouth and I'm straight
I need a girl who just don't give a fuck
So, I'm caught strokin' her mom, I mean, so what
A little skins here and there, ain't nothing
I just need a bitch whose down with a lil somthin somthin
Hey baby, I heard you like to freak
Then come out to play with me
My name's Violent J, so I can't fuck around
Who's the dirtiest bitch in the whole town
There she go, she workin' at Dairy Queen
Bitch couldn't be a day over fifteen
So I do her in the butt like that
I hit it so quick, I made her butt-cheeks clap, haha
Why wait around till she gets married
Cuz I'm ready as long as the neden's hairy
Tootsie-tootsie pumpkin pie
Looks like ya got nut in your eye
My fault, I didn't notice, you was still there
Now go and wash that shit out your hair, bitch
I need a girl not afraid to bone
Even if her mommas and pops is still home
And if her daddy suddenly walks in
He just might see me my nuts on his daughter's chin
Everybody in the hood says that you're easy
You look a little cracked out, a little sleasy
You're a basehead, baby, you ain't shit
I'm still down if you down for a lil somthin somthin
A lil somthin somthin
Bitch let me hit, I won't be long

Rich boy's in trouble
Car broke down on a drive through the ghetto
All the weird people, you gotta get the fuck out
Need to use the phone, step into my funhouse
Hey yo, dope, looks like we got another
He'd like to go for a ride on the neck cutter
Straight to the cart for the next spectacular
Just to know, it's a dead body sitting next to ya
Get ready for the carnival thrills
Should of cut your little faggot ass in the hills
Boom! through the door into the room, you gotta check it out
It's where we cut your fingers off and stick em in your mouth
That should show you that you greedy little rich fuck If you're bucking with
the juggla you're a dead duck
Eight fingers in your mouth and two sticking out your nose
Further down the hall, the room with jokeros
That's where you get by seventeen wicked clowns
For the seventeen dead bodies never found
And they jump on your back until your ribs crack
Toss you in the cart and push you down the deli tracks
Spinning and twisting, rolling and bumping
The dead fuck next to ya is trying to tell ya something
Listen close, you can barely make it out
"Bitch, you ain't shit in Violent J's funhouse"
"Help me, I'm trapped in here. Somebody let me out.
Oh my god!!! Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!"
"Come here, rich boy
My head is spinning 360 degrees
Richie richie richie
Come here"
"Bitch, fuck you, yeah, know what I'm saying
Wicked clowns running the funhouse
Ain't no way to get out until the killer gets your neck cut like a man"
Pick a card, any card, any motherfucking card......A joker's card
Sorry, bitch, the luck of the draw
Violent J's gonna have to ice your jaw
Snap, bang, snip, boom
Send that motherfucker off to the next room
Crash through the doors on the windy spinny trail
Through a loop-de-loop and into a big nail
Straight through his left eye and out the back of his head
Is he dead?
No, cause he has to go to the next phase
It's the room of giggles because of your ways
You like to sit and laugh at people when they suffer
Well, now you sit and watch me laugh when I stick your mother
It's the funhouse, bitch, everything's funny
You act like whipping on your ass ain't funny
And the ride of your life only gets faster
Off to the R-r-r-ringmaster
I take my bobo gun and blow your fucking mouth in
Eh, yo, the next room, it's called the chicken pen
And it's a little tribute to the bigots of the south
We take a dead chicken shove it in your mouth
And we stuff it down your throat with a pitchfork
Cause you're a biggot, that's what you get for it
Now I take your sorry ass and I throw you out
Cause I don't need your dead body stinking up my funhouse

Legs Diamond in the house
And we sendin clown love out to Above the Law
When I sit there and right the shit for the mic I hold
I make sure my beats are loud, and bold, and cold
Violent J is the name that I go by
Wakin up with blood on my hands and I don't know why
You motherfuckers tryin to get in my path
Don't be surprised when you get a shotgun up your ass
Instigators, I got one for that ass too
I'm gonna hang you from a street light, mangled and blue (eww)
You on my shit like a fiend coke
But if you say the wrong thing i'll put a slit in your throat
So, it's not the answer, no, i'm not a dancer, no
I'm not a hero, a zero , but I call myself a juggalo
And this is not a demo
ICP, Above The Law, we let it GO
Fantasizing, dramatizing, re-enacting MURDER MURDER
I feel actions, speak loud like words, and verbs and adjectives
They give the scrubs a chance to live
Not who's first, second or third
It ain't he said, and she said, fuck whatever you heard
When you live like that your life is mangled
In other words your neck is all tangled up
I ain't a hoe, I always go for mine
I was taught it's hard from the start, but you can always CLIMB
Violent J, I break backs, back break with my crew
If i'm jumping in the pit then i'm gettin loose
Cause i'm takin out people, causing bodily harm
Making moves to improve the Dark Carnival brainstorm
I'm not inferior, not takin no shit
Last kid that tried to check me got his fuckin neck slit
{Powers my name, the clown be insane}
And if we get to panicking WE ALL GONNA REARRANGE
Ladies and gentlemen, introducing the Triple Threat!

[Violent J]
What can I say, man, I hit him with the brick
Killed the little prick, him and his chick
Tried to be slick but you ain't slinky
You're brinky, you're dinky, you suck my twinkie
I don't give a fuck if you call me a clown
Break it on down, it's murder go round
What'cha dishing out, I betcha ya it comes back to ya
If you're trying to creep, I'd hate to say I never knew ya
Once upon a time in the ghetto zone
A ten-foot led pipe slapped on my dome
I'm laying in the street with blood oozing out my head
Excuse me, motherfucker, was it something I said
Forks up, forks down, man, forks sideways
Then he grabbed my faygo and he said crime pays
Swung on his pipe once again for the road
"Hold up, dawg," UH! this shit gets old
Now I walk the streets with a shattered skull
I'm gonna swing my axe to his jaw
Where the motherfucker at? Where the motherfucker stay?
How ya gonna fuck with the juggla Jay-ay-ay
There he sits so I knock on the door
Pops opened up...pops hit the floor
Then I chop chop pops twice in his nugget
Well, he didn't do shit, fuck it
It's the murder go round
[Violent J]
Well, it's me and my mellow mellow roll on Military
Gangbangers gangbangers, big bang fairy, kinda scary
Tags up all on the bricks
Latin Count, X-Men, CFP and all that shit
We love gangbangers and we hope they love us back
We just some wicked clowns and it's been like that
I don't understand why some people in town
We witness your water still southwest down
But this motherfucker gonna try and clown me
But I'm the juggalugalocoro, G
Took a shot and he missed, 2 Dope in the dust
"What I ain't got shot, bitch?", so now you must
Take your ticket for the murder go round
Can't nobody kill a click-clack clown
Seen him and his boys smoking blunt in a bucket
Pulled out the dagger creeped up and I stuck it
Into his head, into his boy's head
Into his boy's head, his boy's head, his boy's head
Five dead fucks in the trunk on deliver
Push that old piece of shit in the river
The cat and my boys saw five go down
Can ya get a free ride? (No, not again)
On the murder go round (Nooo!!!)
[Chorus]
Murder go round, murder go round
How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown?
[Violent J]
Now I'm in a street gang, fifty-five strong
Everybody singing that southwest song
What can go wrong I mean I'm fuckin' in the haugh?
Popping that shit, I'm finna bust you in the mouth
Nobody fucks with a jokero juggalo
I don't give a fuck ya know, bitches I'm a fuck you though
But you know the shit had to hit the fan
Some gangbanger shot me, man
Twice in the forehead, twice in the back
Twice in the eye and I'm feeling kinda whack
Stumbling along it's becoming entwined
Who's the next in line?
For the murder go round

Going trick or treating in my murder cloak
Going trick or treating in my murder cloak
Halloween
I woke up and don't remember falling asleep
I feel the same wicked hungers calling from deep
They tell me to hunt devils in they robes and slippers
Take some bolt clippers, a black cloak, and scissors
Now I'm standing in the backyard, final regret
Steady sweating, once I do this ain't no forgetting
Enter through the back door everybody's asleep
I see they tidy and neat, I'm bout to bloody the sheets
Its gonna be a blood splatter expert feel day
Because I'm killing today to take this feeling away
They told me you people are here to ruin our cause
And mine's screwing your jaws, you're gonna have to repaint the walls
And its a hunger and I'm hungry like I'm homeless and its Thanksgiving
Thank you for the sacrafice Your life is what you're giving
No forgiving me, you hate the homicidal insane
You hating nothing with these scissors in your brain
Now watch your eyes bleed
Its the sickness slide
Can't stop myself
I need some help
And when nobody left I'm killing myself
Its the sickness slide
Can't stop myself
I need some help
And when nobody left I'm killing myself
Sometimes I wear my murder cloak and tune into the news
I like to watch they speculation cause they always assume
They got a shoeprint, big deal when I been burned the pair
When them fucking stupid piggies gonna learn out there?
I tied a bitch up, I had to duct tape the bitch face
I threw in the trunk, got home and found a suffercated waste
I had to cut the bitch up, just went to shut the bitch up
I never fucked that ho, they said I did, man, she was a slut
I'm sick and tired of they lies thus everybody dies
Break into some homes I take a spoon and bloody eyes
I'm nutty guys. But you can't see the darkness I do
Maybe I'm heartless, Its true, But every part is cause you
My daddy beat me with a seven iron and then brought home a hooker
My daddy beat her with a shovel threw her in the cooker
Next day, I hate to say it but you know what happened next
He served my plate and in the meat I found a Kotex
Oh my God.
Its the sickness slide
Can't stop myself
I need some help
And when nobody left I'm killing myself
Its the sickness slide
Can't stop myself
I need some help
And when nobody left I'm killing myself
Halloween
A time to don a murder cloak and murder folks
Join us as we freefall backwards into the depths
My murder cloak drags down way past the ground
And it makes me want to take the life of anyone around
So be aware of the killer dressed in all black on Halloween
Face of revenge coming back back for past things
Fires on the 30th, Murdering the 31st
Long heavy robe that I've had since birth
Looking like the next generation of Darth Vadar
Hatchet in my hand so I can swing at all the haters
Fuck it. Whoever's breathing, its time to take your last breath
Cause Hallowicked murdering massacre is all thats left
Try trick or treating on the streets in my neighborhood
We'll pack your whole family's stomach with goods
Putting fear in the eye of a blind man walking by
Cause he can see for the first time in his life
After thatHhalloween you better know
Murder Cloak, beware.
Life is so cold
Life is so mean
Just let me sleep until next Halloween

Um well J that was an interesting Halloween Story
Um anybody else have another
Halloween story they'de like to share with the class?
I have another one. Well you have just told your story J
So what bitch, you sit here every day and tell stories
I'll tell a story in this mutha fucka
See he doesn't want me to tell my story
Cuz he knows my story, it's about Mr. Rotten Treats
All your parentes know my story too
They don't tell you about him though
Long ago they all killed Mr. Rotten Treats
They're scared that you'll talk about 'em, they're scared that
He'll come back from the dead, they're all scared
he'll cut your fucken ass
Welcome too, the other side
Thats what they told me when I died
I was stabbed in the head
Look what ya done dead
All the blood bleed, one juggalo dead
It was a cold, dark, scary Halloween
So my neighbors and my people,
they didn't really like me right?
So they came and burn down my world
Just because I like to murder their boys and girls
It was the Halloween I never ment to harm no one
I thought you were suposed to murder it was all in fun
I see the monsters and the gobblins I'm a killer to
But then they call me sick so what was I supposed to do?
I come back from the other side
I come for the people that took away my life
Trick or treat bitch, my dead body speaks
You tricked me now it's only right
that you try my rotten treats
Trick or treat, trick or treat
Watch as the dead man walks the street
Mr. Rotten Treats got all the good shit
over hereboys and girls, I got balls freshly
picked form Detroits biggest nutsacks, I got
Milky bar with the delicious razor blade filling
I got fudge freshly packed from the worlds rarest fudge packer
Must return to the other side
But not before I take these bitches on a murder ride
Murder go round the dead body clown
Put the treats in your mouth, and swish it around
Excuse me little boy, but is your daddy home?
Thank you sonny here's a little treat now run along
Hey buddy, you thought I was dead, man
You probably stuffed the fucken shank in my head
It was the Halloween I never ment to harm no one
I thought you were suposed to murder it was all in fun
I see the monsters and the gobblins I'm a killer to
But then they call me sick so what was I supposed to do?
I send you to the other side
Your buddies and your neighbors can come along for the ride
Weak bitches, you thought that you had me beat
But this aolloween I'm commin back with my Rotten Treats
Trick or treat, trick or treat
Watch as the dead man walks the street
Mr. Rotten Treats runs this bitch, bitch, I got
Fried titty nipples, sweet acid drops, sweet
chocolate coverd nipple nuggets with the fresh creamy
shit filling, ask about my bitch she loves my
cookie dough nut dribbles
Trick or treat? (Trick)
Trick or treat? (Trick)
It was the halloween I never ment to harm no one
I thought that you were supposed to murder it was all in fun
I seen the monsters and the gobblins I'm a killer too
But then they call me sick so what was I supposed to do?
Welcome to the other side
(Trick or treat)
(Trick or treat, trick or treat

Que necesitas marijuana? lucas? cuetes? banko?
Aqui tenemos de todo
Aqui en MEXICO! (mexican cry)
Mexico city (city)
A place you can go
And live your life in the low
Mexico city (city)
A place where you can hide
And everything will be tight
They want me on a murder rap which violates my probations
Aint no fucking way im staying here with what im facing
Sold my car to a junk yard
And bought a one-way bus ride
Take me across the border i'll coooool out and hide
After 80 wicked hours of stale they hit the last stop
Threw me out the bus left me standing there hasta
Turned and started walking tell me what is there to see
Everything was all in spanish but the sign "Welcome to Mexico City"
Mexico city (city)
A place you can go
And live your life in the low (ok)
Mexico city (city)
A place where you can hide
And everything will be tight (alright)
Maybe i can fetch a job, find a wife and start a family
In M-E-X-I-C-O C-I-T-Y
Maybe i can learn spanish cause nobody is understanding me
In M-E-X-I-C-O C-I-T-Y
Maybe i can get a place, settle down and try to blend in
In M-E-X-I-C-O C-I-T-Y
Maybe i can just relax, be myself and quit pretending
In M-E-X-I-C-O C-I-T-Y
You can say harbor bay or south monterey
Even islands off the map within their dead sea passageways
Dont fucking matter man from pakistan to chuck e. cheeses
From the ramada in granada i do far as the equater reaches
Virginia beaches, saskatoon, cancun, the blue lagoon, from desert sand dunes metropolis is
To the boons
From pueblo north cakalaki back to waikiki
They searchin high and low for me
But im in Mexico City
Mexico city (city)
A place you can go
And live your life in the low (ok)
Mexico city (city)
A place where you can hide

Staring at the ceiling, the roof has a face
It's telling me I don't belong with the human race
He's asking me to join him, in eternal sleep
I give him my soul, my body he can keep
Reaching just above me , I see my pillow's there
But yet I have no head, my head is on the chair
I'm staring at my body, I look as if I'm weak
So give me back my soul, my body you can keep
Sitting on my lawn, it's just before dawn
I listen to the screaming, another life is gone
I'm playing with the children, children of the dead
My mother say's their evil, my daddy he gives a shit
Their eyeballs are bloody, their skin is ever pale
Their asking me to follow, I shall, I shall
They dress me as a clown, I'm screaming as a loon
We dance upon the cemetery, underneath the moon
Here I come there I go, I'm a night walker
I'm staring at you sleeping through your window like a stalker
I'm taping on the glass, I lick it with my tongue
I notice that the house is vacant, I'm staring at no one
I must of fell asleep, I woke up on the floor
Underneath the carpet, underneath the boards
I'm gagged with a dead rat, I lay for many weeks
The rat comes back to life, and is chewing on my cheeks
Mental Warp
(Sick, Death, Pain, Love)
My brain is gone, My mind is gone
say no more my, time is gone [4x]
Coming is my helper, tangling my brain
Somethings very wrong I can't describe this pain
I'm calling for my mother, I'm crawling up the stairs
My mothers laughing at me, and she's been dead for years
I'm falling down the stair case, tumble to the floor
I land up in the attic, next to the cellar door
I'm play with the pigeons, they tell me many lies
They tell me I'll have wings if I let them peck my eyes
I hear a woman's voice calling from the dirt
I plat my little seed, and slowly she will spurt
And now she is a tree, I hear the heart pound
I take her in my arms, and we make love to the sound
The wind is my ebony blowing evil thoughts
Carrying the demons soaring with the hearts
I put it in my body, the wind will bring the rain
Only lay it's demon egg, deep inside my brain
They're calling me a killer, I can't say that I'm not
My daddy's tried to kill me ever since I was a tot
By poisoning my bottle, I feed it to my friend
Cuz if he dies my buddy our friendship will never end
I'm sitting with the darkness, talking to the dark
It's singing lullabies, and stringing on the harp
I notice that the floor is warm and rather sick
It's cuz I'm sitting in my stomach
Mental Warp
(Sick, Death, Pain, Love)
My brain is gone, my mind is gone

Welcome... to the Madhouse...
Here ghost wail and moan
Skeletons rattle trying to escape there prisoning coffins (Wicked Shit)
Grimlins and skulls gasp a death (ICP Tech N9ne)
You have enterd the Mad House
Sombody open the fuckin door and let me in!
The worlds are about to get me again
Shit aint pretend im safer in the madhouse
Clinging to the selene like a spider
Im out of your mind like frozen fire
Razorblade fingers scratchin my neck
Lost in the maze i found a dragon barbeque in the back
A arm came out of the toilet and squaws my balls
That shirt hurt got me head but holes in the walls
I wanna see you!
I hear you!
I catch spirits and ghosts by there invisible throats and then tear through (tear through)
Never scary boo bitch im a kamikaze
Swimmin through the living room watching joni and chachi
And then i realize im potsy trapped in the tv
Sombody changed the channel and got the better of me
Your aint never gettin in and we aint never gettin out
Cause I hold the key to unlock this madhouse!
It dont matter where you run to scream or shout
Cause I hold the key to unlock this madhouse!
Your aint never gettin in and we aint never gettin out
Cause I hold the key to unlock this madhouse!
It dont matter where you run to scream or shout
Cause I hold the key to unlock this madhouse!
So many dimensions and lines except for these levels of dips and devil
Aint been alright sense the ghetto better wait for my temper settle
Cause my mind is a madhouse the n9ne fittin spaz out
Player haters dont throw stones if you grind in a glass house
Sometimes when i lash out i pass out how sick and insanse and vain can this be
Wanna fly your little head like a frisbee six six triple eight forty six ninede nine thrisde
This strange and psychopathic homie this is not disney
The madhouse continues to pin you send you psycho bitches to the back of the venue
Then you slitther when like when im here in you or off in you
Then my homies 2 dope and Jay do you up somthin real ???
Level of madness extasy shrooms and acid
Beats release but you cant find me in lake placid
Finnaly in missouri dissily struttin with a bad bitch
Her last kid was disastres ICP on some Mad Shit!
Your aint never gettin in and we aint never gettin out
Cause I hold the key to unlock this madhouse!
It dont matter where you run to scream or shout
Cause I hold the key to unlock this madhouse!
Mad...House... Mad House
It dont matter where you run to scream or shout
Cause I hold the key to unlock this madhouse!
Peekaboo anybody home? where you at?
Tryin to be sneaky creeping behind me mutha facka i saw that rail
Maybe its a mirror or a diffrent person he was grabbin his nuts and spittin and curseing at me fag!
There somethings in this life that i fail to understand even as even as a grown man i dont comprehend
Like how in the fuck did i walk up the stairs and some fucking how i ended up down here
Well laughing and giggleing like a little school girl with my homies Jay and Tech aint even there Hmmm
What the fuck not a damn single bitch in this place but some ones figgin my nuts
I got it done well sittin with my pants around my ankles dry humpin my hand
Alot of mother fucker claim the insanity plead but not me
Its this house thats gone mad im insane as can be!
Your aint never gettin in and we aint never gettin out
Cause I hold the key to unlock this madhouse!
It dont matter where you run to scream or shout
Cause I hold the key to unlock this madhouse!
Mad...House... Mad House
It dont matter where you run to scream or shout
Cause I hold the key to unlock this madhouse! (Let me out the Madhouse)
Let me out the Madhouse
Let me out the Madhouse
Let me out the Madhouse
Let me out the Madhouse
Let me out the Madhouse

I was never popular, this I'll admit, fuck school never liked me, Goo!
All the kids would always beat me, until I'm half-dead
Make fun of the size of my forehead
But that shit never bothered me, Mama and Mother
They had a lot of property
They had a science lab in the basement
And that's where my free ti...well, my time was spent
I made a mouse with a chicken head
It clucked three times: CLUCK, CLUCK, CLUCK!
And then it was dead
I made a lot of things though, like a frog with a turkey neck
gobblegobblegobble, it was the shit (yeah)
But I'm still lonely, I need a homie
So I collected limbs and made a zombie
I could've made a girlie friend
But fuck that, I got my girlie right here...yeah!
You can call me Mad Professor
I will make a friend for me
You can call me Mad Professor
We will rule eternity
I used so many body parts it was crazy
I killed a whole bunch of mother fuckers , like what, eighty?
They all chipped in on my special friend
Everything helps, Even if you got a finger to lend, come on
I hear the other children playing outside
"Keep it down you little bitches, I'll skin your fucking hides!"
?Stressful?, this part is wack
Some how I gots to attach this nut sack
Shit! Fuck! I'm sawing off an elbow
Looking at the meter I'm like ?Quasar and Ziphalo?
Or better yet look out the fucking window
I see a storms coming, almost time to roll
Screw the head on, come on, come on
It's the thuggish, ruggish, bone
Okay it's time, hit the switch, turn it up a hert
Fuck! Shit! Didn't work
It wasn't always easy (Hell no!) let me tell ya
But fuck that, cause I ain't no failure
I put the shit with the veins and this with that
Wait a minute...(brrrt) did you hear that?
It's alive! I just gotta wake it up
Hand me that Rock & Rye pour it in a cup
Give it to his ass wait, hold up, pause
I ain't cleaning his draws man, fuck that
Get him fat, get him ready, it's almost time
Paint his ugly face up almost like mine
I see him twitching, I'm on a roll
He can help me tell the whole world about the carnival
Turn the hertz all the way up for this shit
And just wait for that lightning bolt to hit
Did it work? You make the call

"Hello, and welcome back to Pillow Talk
I hope you're with your bitch
Cuz it's time to get cozy with the ICP
So wind back with a sparkling glass of Faygo
While Violent J tells you the poetry
That just makes the bitches melt
Only on WLUV"
"Hello, baby
I was thinking about you
So I wrote this song
I like to dedicate this to the love
That has expressed from you and I
So just sit back and enjoy"
Eh, yo, bitch, come over here and let me kick it to ya
Tried to stick my nuts in ya then I never knew ya
Cuz your ugly and you know you can't hide that
So what you look like a chicken with a hunchback
Oh, it doesn't matter that you from down south
If you talk like it, I'm a smack you in your mouth
Bitch, I admit it, I'm quick to hit a woman hey
But that's okay, cuz bitch, I'm Violent J
And I'm a southwest mack daddy juggalo
And you're nothing but a two-bit stankin' ho
But I love you and I hope you realize that
I don't care about the hair growing out your back
Smoking that blunt, drink some Mad Dog through the night
And your ugly bitch turns into Karen White
And I stick my wing-wang in the middle
I like a filthy-ass ho, the kind that make your nuts shrivle
Bitch, I'm knocking at your door
Let me get some neden, ho
Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay
I'm finna hit it anyway
I guess you want me to take you on a big date
But what you're saying don't sound all that straight
All I wanna do is feel your butt and squeeze your titties
Cuz I can't feed your fat ass on a buck fifty
Let's make love my sweet little dove
I wouldn't get near that neden without a glove
Cuz it's rats and spiders up in there
Hittin that'll take the curl out your nut hairs
I smack your tittie and claps when it hits the other
But I don't want em clappin too loud it'll wake your mother
Bitches always front like they don't wanna let you hit
But then they always screamin banshees when you gettin with it
So don't fake the funk, I'm nothing but a ghetto punk
All I'm trying to do is stick you in your fat rump
So get the fuck out them dirty-ass drawers
And come and twist my balls cuz I love you
"You and I both know
That I've been wrong to you in the past
And I know that I love you
All I wanna do is slide my wang into your neden
I wanna hit that neden so damn hard
Let my nuts bang on your anus
That's my only true desire
I feel for you, I think for you
I breathe for you
All I want is a little neden
Ya know, everyday when the wind blows
All I hear is my nuts flapping against your booty, ho
And that's all I ever want
And that's all I ever dreamed of

I’ll ride a fucking pogo stick all over your face
With Shaggy on my shoulders adding to the weight
We like it like that, fuck you
We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll
We love all hoes, skinny old hoes
Big balled hoes, we dig all those
We like it like that, fuck you
We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll
We slap rappers in the head with the mic during freestlye wars
And get thrown out the doors
We rock our own wear, and if we don’t care
About what the fuck is going on out there
We like it like that, fuck you
We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll
Fuck you, fuck ya’ll
Fuck you, fuck ya’ll
When the streets go quiet it means something’s wrong
I’m standing on a corner sippin’ on something strong
We like it like that, fuck you
We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll
Channel 719 hit us with the high beam
Wicked clowns choppin’ em down live on the scene
We like it like that, fuck you
We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll
Sometimes my dome feels like a cherry bomb
I gotta pound his fucking head with a hammer to keep him calm
Get him
We so deep underground, the devil came around
But got his tail chopped off by Shaggy the clown
We like it like that, fuck you
We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll
Fuck you, fuck ya’ll
Fuck you, fuck ya’ll
We livin’ in a fun house, walkin’ through mirrors and walls
The floor spins and it rains in the halls
We like it like that, fuck you
We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll
Many hate us, but we the greatest
Ya’ll just keep talkin, elevate us
We like it like that, fuck you
We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll
We human cannonballs flyin’ with no necks
Into brick walls scarier the show gets
We throw punches, hittin’ faces like freight trains
Guaranteed to put shit in your Hanes
We like it like that, fuck you
We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll
Fuck you, fuck ya’ll
Fuck you, fuck ya’ll
Fuck you, fuck ya’ll
Say fuck you
Fuck ya’ll (Fuck you)
Man fuck you bitches (Fuck ya’ll)
Fuck ya’ll (Fuck you)
What you gonna do bitch (Fuck ya’ll)
I say fuck ya’ll (Fuck you)

I'm sick of this bull shit
All these bitches thinking they're the fuckin whip just cuz they got a neden
Fuck yer neden bitch!
That's right an don't call me sexist cuz I aint sexist
I'm the sexiest but I aint sexist
If I'm sexist then I'm the sexiest sexist
Bitch call me sexy sex sexy sexist!
I see you hoes on TV glamorous models super celebrities
Rolls-Royce fine wines and class
You need to come down to the hood let me spank dat ass
I want a famous hoe,
A bitch on top with some helly bank role,
I been chasin a girl from letters to Cleo
but she broke her neato,
Mariah Carry man forget it
if O.D.B hit it I cant fuck wit it!
Nuttin against ole dirty or nuthin but
I know he at least got herpes or something
I wouldn't mind fucking Brittany Spears
in a cheap hotel with them ceiling mirrors
Gimme that bitch, in a couple of weeks
I'd have her hooked on crack rock workin the streets
All them hoes fantasise
about juggalo scrubs in between they thighs,
but they too scared to let it be
so instead they fuck Ricky Martin
and pretend its me!
Let a killer fuck you.
Let a killer fuck you.
let a killer fuck you right!
Let a killer fuck you.
Let a killer fuck you.
Never gone back in the night.
Huh? Let's see where to begin
knock knock "who's there?"
a ball sac for ya chin
I be fuckin them business hoes at Jive
from them interns up to the presidents wife
Now Shelly aint famous but I still put em in a bone through
Leave the glitzy glaze grabbin a j
I don't give a fuck,
But Clyde walked in his jaw dropped down
Act like he never seen the butt cheeks of a clown
I had the secretary on the top of the desk
ass hole naked, I was in the cigar chest
Smoking on cuban blunts with the janitor
I fucked all them hoes at Jive ask my manager
business women in executive halls
let yo head down an tongue slap my balls
Some of them bitches are a little bit old
dusty ass neden with a loopy foam
Like this one chick I fucked in the dark
I had the bitch moanin like a happy ass retard,
We finished turn on the lights it was horrid
Oh shit Sharon Osbourne!
Let a killer fuck you.
Let a killer fuck you.
let a killer fuck you right!
Let a killer fuck you.
Let a killer fuck you.
Never gone back in the night.
I whanna fuck Carmen Electra
cuz she'll fuck anybody first day she met ya
but as soon as she fall off the map
she on to the next guy like "sigh" baby
let me fuck a famous hoe one night
ill post the video up on our web site
Hey me an shaggy may might sit with the stars
but my boyz are out back breakin into your cars
dumb hoes quit fuckin them richees
wit silky shirts on turtle neck dickeys
frenchies straight out the hair salon
with a faggot ass name like Jean
we the ones from the other side yellin
"clown love bitch "!!
Im the ghetto ride
I wont take you on the expensive trip's
but I'll part yo neden lips
hehhe people wanna ride wit dem or us
jaguar with Ken or a simple bus
fuck you then we don't need you hoes
I.C.P forever with the juggalos
Let a killer fuck you.
let a killer fuck you.
let a killer fuck you right!
Let a killer fuck you.
Let a killer fuck you.
Never gone back in the night.
Im sick of this bull shit that's right you need to stay on TV
because this is my reality
but I'm even sick of these hottys in the real world like at the beach
I see you at the beach bitch wearing your thong bikini
you one of those bitch beaches
you're one of them beaches at the bitch
your one of them a you a bitch at the beach
an I'm sick of that shit an the bottom line is this
I'm a go to the motha fuckin bitch with my motha fuckan Speedo's on
an I'm a walk up an down the beach like

I'm sweating again I always do
I should probably take anotha pill or 2
in the mirror I see the face of Frankenstein
and that face is mine
I go to work at subway slicin hams
cut my finger off again (chop)
I walk home try to dodge and hide from thugs
that like to beat on scrubs
I go through this all the time, though I call
(j, where the fuck you at) (the mall)
(did you get your ass stomped again) (naw,....yyesss,....so)
nobody sees what I see do they?
they just cast me inside put my away
no friends, no style no place to go
until I went juggalo
its all for you, its all for you,
its calling you, its all that's left to do
that's why its all for you
look at me now man brain dead
I can derail a fuckin train with my forehead
I now live by the carnival deminions
so muthafuck your opinions
I'm a loonypath, I kill pedestrians
family, neighbors, best of friends
anybody, and if I don't kill em'
I keep'em in my basement and drill'em
just kiddin', all I really did was unlock the forbidden
I just let my fuckin mind unwind
I don't care what you think you don't intertwine
fuck the world, fuck everybody in it
even the sneaker pimps girl, I'd fuck her in a minute
you can live to impress dress fresh bitch I don't care
fuck everybody out there
I smoke peace pipes with indian-war chiefs
I steal jewels with chinese ninja thieves
I kiss whales like gupies and crushwalls
I through giant ice bergs like snow balls
I serve title waves, drink molten rock
ill put a fuckin tornado in a headlock
I go to Italy and straighten that tower
and whatever the fuck I want with the juggalo power
its all for you, its all for you,
its calling you, its all that's left to do
that's why its all for you
here I go again, another day
dealing with these muthafuckin idiots at subway
its ok, because I see behind it
and I keep myself reminded
none of these robots 9-to-5 puppets that I see
are any better than me mothafucker
there just strugglin in the world they chose

(feat. Twiztid)
(I know you ain't there
That's why I just want to let you know something bro
You all know I love you
You all know you're my homies
And eh... Alright we'll talk later - peace!)
[Violent J]
Let me ask you this about this life we live
And let me try to swerve some of this attention you give
To them distant ass relatives over ham dinner
If they really missed you so much
Why don't they just call a (Muthafucka) ?
If you wasn't blood, would you still have love?
Or infact does the blood make you think you have to love?
Look, I probably love my family more than anybody here
But my homies are family too, 3rd cousins' get outta here
Who was you with when you got tattooed?
And who was you trippin' with when you did them mushrooms?
And who the fuck threw up all over your car?
And then felt worse than you about that shit in the morning? (Friends ya'll)
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Who loaned you money, homie?
Who owes you cash? (Who?)
Who taught you how to use the bong for the grass? (Who?)
I don't know much but I gotta assume
When ya hit ya first neden, ya homies was in the other room
[Chorus]
We talkin' about HOMIES! HOMIES!
Talkin' about the Road Dogs of mine
Our motha fuckin' HOMIES! HOMIES!
We throwin' up clown love signs (Real Juggalo)
HOMIES! HOMIES!
Talkin' about the Road Dogs of mine
HOMIES! HOMIES!
[Violent J]
Have you ever had a job that you truly despise?
Like I don't know maybe dish washin', or fuckin' flippin' fries
And you got this boss who thinks he's the Don Mega
Because he the head manager (Chief Chili Fry Maker)
All you can vision is ya'll beating him down
Your homies standing on his back while you kicking his head around
But responsibility is there, I can't lie tho
I'd of been plucked his fucking eye ball out with a chicken bone
I'm crazy as fuck, i'll rip your peircings off
And now my homies are holding me back so I don't look soft
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
When you snuck the car out who did you get? (Who?)
And when you got caught, who you blame the shit? (Who?)
Who can you relax around and scratch your balls? (Who?)
Homies, i'm talking about like you and yours
[Chorus]
We talkin' about HOMIES! HOMIES!
Talkin' about the Road Dogs of mine
Our motha fuckin' HOMIES! HOMIES!
We throwin' up clown love signs (Real Juggalo)
HOMIES! HOMIES!
Talkin' about the Road Dogs of mine
HOMIES! HOMIES!
[Violent J, Anybody Killers, and Juggalos]
You don't like me, you can fuck on!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
Keep it in your click fuck the outside baby
You don't like me, you can fuck on!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
Runnin' with the homies until i'm old like Grady
[Jamie Madrox]
Me and my homies stay tight like a noose
And if you step to one of us you better step to the whole crew
I never knew that I could depend
That I could have some friends that's down to the very end
Well that's my homeboys excuse me, my family
And when we conquer the world
We mackin' on the galaxy
'cause sky's the limit and we ain't finished
And if my homies gonna ride ya know I'm with it
[Monoxide Child]
Puff it and pass it and I give it to my homies ya'll
Hit it and quit it and then I give it to my homies ya'll
I got the world around my finger with my homies ya'll
And everything is obsolete unless I hear my homies call
We world wide, were homies across the planet
Sticking together like zippers on Michael Jackson's "Beat It" jacket (he-hee)
They got my back like a tat for that, I love ya'll
Hanging till we old and gray like grandpas (Psychopathic)
[Chorus - Repeat somewhat]
We talkin' about HOMIES! HOMIES!
Talkin' about the Road Dogs of mine
Our motha fuckin' HOMIES! HOMIES!
We throwin' up clown love signs (Real Juggalo)
HOMIES! HOMIES!
Talkin' about the Road Dogs of mine
HOMIES! HOMIES!
You don't like me, you can fuck off!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
Keep it in your click fuck the outside baby
You don't like me, you can fuck off!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
Runnin' with the homies until i'm old like Grady
You don't like me, you can fuck off!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
Keep it in your click fuck the outside baby
You don't like me, you can fuck off!
Carnival ain't for everyone!

[crowd]Heeeyyyyyy!
Welcome to another exciting episode of Delray's #1 game show: The Joker's Wild!
Shaggy, tell us something about tonight's contestants.
HA HAHA Hey, mudda fuckas!
Get ready for the killer show for this bitch!
We got a cop, we got a judge, and we got a redneck.
So step the fuck up and play The Joker's Wild! (WooHoo!)
Everybody smile!
Guess who's back on your underground dial! (who?)
It's the game show host wit the most (Violent J)
And tonight we gonna have a little pig roast. (hehe-huh)
Top copper! It's been a long while!
Lace up your boots and come on down the aisle.
Mr. Big Man packin' that steel.
But tonight you ain't shit. Now spin the fuckin' wheel!
Looks good nice try! Now let's see just how you gon' die!
Lucky, lucky, it landed on Carpenter Jay.
He just pounds nails in your forehead.
The pig got lucky that time. But let's take a look.
Who's next down the line. Oh, the 43rd District Judge.
Hey pal! Remember me? You threw me in jail!
Take a spin or I'll snap your neck. The clicker's landed.
Let me check. The Jookie, hey it ain't bad at all.
We just cut your face off and slap your skull. ~slap!~
Who's next for the games and fun? Hillbilly Earl, C'mon down! Run!
The redneck that sic'ed his dog on me.
Now that's gonna cost you a spin buddy!
Spin around and around it goes! Staple your lips shut, cut off your toes!
Then I throw your corpse on top of the pile.
Anything goes on the Joker's Wild.
"Tell me. Who killed seventeen people and later ate their dead bodies?"
~timer clicking~
"Jeffrey Dalmer?"
"No! The correct answer would be your mother!"
"WAAA!"
"Shaggs?"
"Aww shit, mutha fuckas. Get ready for round 2 in this bitch! So if you want your fuckin' neckbone chopped, step the fuck up and play The Joker's Wild!"
Ya like big money and prizes don't ya?
You'd probably kill for a big prize won't ya?
You little bitch! It's your turn to spin. (ding ding)
"Free money!"
Now spin again. Oh goody, now unzip your drawers.
I'm finna clip this chain on your balls!
Raise you upsidedown for the big batta.
Now we bust your head like a piniata! (Yeahhhh!!)
The audience loves that shit!
Listen to 'em cheer when your forehead splits
Wait, cut to a break! Oh shit da-damn uh, we got guts on the camera.
"The Joker's Wild is brought to you by:" "Faygo!"
Everybody sing! "Send ya' momma straight up to tha sto'! Tell that bitch to bring home a Faygo!"
Welcome back to the carnival show! Here's your chance for the big money cash flow!
Hit your buzzer, pull your lever! Joker, Joker, Lemon!
We sever your head! Pick a door! 1,2,or 3
It's the same behind every door, me!
There's no escape. Now gimme that bald head!
The crowd can't help, look, their all dead!
And they just watchig their doom.
We broadcast from hell to your living room.
I ripped off his neckbone, wicked clown style.
Anything goes on The Joker's Wild.
"It's time to play hit or miss! Contestant #1, open your mouth!
Contestant #2,
get ready!
Will he hit or miss?"
~spear hitting~
"He Hit!"
[crowd] Yeaahhhhh!
"What's next?!"
"We got money, we got cash, we got prizes! We got blood, we got Guts, we
naked
dead bitches! On The Joker's Wild!"
I got my yellow suit, and my purple tie.
Somebody's gonna die! Oh, my!
It's Mr. Thompson my next door neighbor.
Always bitchin'! Yellin' from the kitchen... window.
See he died then he went to hell, though.
We meet again! I got my own game show.
Spin the wheel 'cuz I just can't fuck around.
~Rrrrrrinnnnnnngg!~
"Bonus round!"
Oh, shit! The end of the game. Bonus round.
We goin out with a bang! You got a chance for money and prizes!
You got a chance at death too! (eheheh)
So get ready, I'm comin' at ya fast!
Your chance for freedom at last!
Four questions. So are ya ready Jack?
"Uhhh, I-I think so..."
Load the gat!
"The governor..."
"EatsButt?"
"Yes! The square root of 2..."
"Uhhh..."
"Correct! Nutsacks don't belong in..."
"Buttcracks?"
"Richboys eat..."
"Caviar?"
"NOOO! The correct answer is 'bullets'!"
~machine gun fire~
"Oh hoho! Oho Geez! Oh! Well, this is Big Chipperwinks saying 'so long'
till
next week
folks! Seeya later! Goodbye!"
~laughing in the background~
That's it. Go home.

No man get the fuck away from my store man
You make it look bad
Get the fuck outta here
What the fuck, get the fuck outta here you bum
Ain't nobody gonna tell me where I can sleep shit
Fuck him I'm finna sleep here it's better here anyway
I'm cold, rich people ain't cold
Shit they got money and they warm
I'm cold and broke
As a joker, clown
I'm out here makin people laugh
Rich people laugh
I suppose it's funny to see me out here freezing my ass off
I can sleep now
Ain't nobody gonna take that away
I can sleep in this spot
Joke ya, joke ya, joke ya mind
Joke your mind, joke your mind
Joke ya, joke ya, joke ya mind
Joke your mind, joke your mind
Joker jumping joker sing
Joke ya, joke ya, joke ya mind
Joke your mind, joke your mind
Joke ya, joke ya, joke ya mind
Wicked clown is in the house
Wake up in my golden bed
The wicked thoughts inside my head
Step outside and glide away
Nothing's wicked here today
I can breathe the magic mist
And excel your every wish
Juggla jump from cloud to cloud
Ring them bells, ring them loud
I can jump across the land
Wind up in the emerald sand
Swing the jewels of endless time
Take it all, cause it's mine
Pour a bowl of chocolate soup
Serve it with the fruit loop
This is my world I am king
Joke ya, joke ya, joke ya mind
Joke your mind, joke your mind
Joke ya, joke ya, joke ya mind
Joke your mind, joke your mind
Joker jumping joker sing
Joke ya, joke ya, joke ya mind
Joke your mind, joke your mind
Joke ya, joke ya, joke ya mind
Wicked clown is in the house
I can fall in love like that
In my world she loves me back
If I choose, I choose alone
Freak is gone, boys is on
Cause the homies watch your back
Life is over like that
Once it's done, it's done, it's dead
Ticky tocky ticky dead
If you feel the need to go
Go, go, won't ya go
They call you a freak show
Welcome to the carnival
Yes, ladies and gentlemen
The wicked clowns will arrive in your town soon
And believe me, it won't be pretty
Justice must be served
To the uncaring selfish wealthy ones
Be prepared and get ready
To catch 400 years of hell
And, oh, one last note to all
Wicked clown is in the house
Joke ya, joke ya, joke ya mind
Joke your mind, joke your mind
Joke ya, joke ya, joke ya mind
Welcome to the carnival
I can breathe the magic mist
And excell your every wish
Juggla jump from cloud to cloud
Ring them bells, ring them loud
I can breathe the magic mist
And excell your every wish
Juggla jump from cloud to cloud
Ring them bells, ring them loud
I can breathe the magic mist
And excell your every wish
Juggla jump from cloud to cloud
Ring them bells, ring them loud
I can breathe the magic mist
And excell your every wish
Juggla jump from cloud to cloud
Ring them bells, ring them loud
Joke ya, joke ya, joke ya mind
Joke your mind, joke your mind
Joke ya, joke ya, joke ya mind
Welcome to the carnival
I can breathe the magic mist
And excell your every wish
Juggla jump from cloud to cloud
Ring them bells, ring them loud
I can breathe the magic mist
And excell your every wish
Juggla jump from cloud to cloud
Ring them bells, ring them loud
Joke ya, joke ya, joke ya mind
Ring them loud
Joke ya, joke ya, joke ya mind
Ring them loud
Joke ya, joke ya, joke ya mind
Ring them loud
Joke ya, joke ya, joke ya mind
Ring them bells, ring them loud
I can breathe the magic mist
And excell your every wish
Juggla jump from cloud to cloud
Ring them bells, ring them loud
I can breathe the magic mist
And excell your every wish
Juggla jump from cloud to cloud
Ring them bells, ring them loud
Joke ya, joke ya, joke ya mind
Ring them loud
Joke ya, joke ya, joke ya mind
Ring them loud
Joke ya, joke ya, joke ya mind
Ring them loud
Joke ya, joke ya, joke ya mind
Wicked clown is in the house
Hey, hey you fuckin hobo get up mu-fucka
What you got man?
I don't got nuthin man
What you got motherfucker?
I don't got nuthin man
Alright motherfucker fuck off then

Boom shaka boom shaka (Hahaha)
Boom boom boom
Boom shaka boom shaka (Hahaha)
Boom boom boom
Lllladies and gentlemen (Come here)
Meet your greeter, your keeper of wickedry the path to Shangri-La ha ha ha.
Is misled by he, misled by you.
He is of your NEGATIVITY, he is of your HATE, ha.
Meet the other half of the juggling duo
That is your soul The AMAZING JACK JECKEL, Jeckel!!!!
Jeckel another Jake catch one more
They'll try and catch all thats instore for you. How many souls will fall from the sky?
How many souls burned wondering why?
Jeckel another Jake catch one more
They'll try and catch all thats instore for you. How many souls will fall from the sky?
How many souls burned wondering why?
Jeckel another Jake catch one more
They'll try and catch all thats instore for you. How many souls will fall from the sky?
How many souls burned wondering why?
Jeckel another Jake catch one more
They'll try and catch all thats instore for you. How many souls will fall from the sky?

Kill Me! Whut! Mutha Facku! Murder Murder!
Whut! I can't wait to die! Please Murder my mother fuckin` ass off!
Bring It! Cause I`m Goin To Shangri-La
have you ever tried, to get the fuck up your hole,
fall right back inside, once again denied
have you ever seen, people turn into thy devil,
over money green, Tell me what it means
have you even been, to thy wicked part of town and,
would you go again, they don't want you in
Would you follow me, If i knew where it rains diamonds,
no more poverty, as clean as we can be, yeah
It rains diamonds nightly, in my Shangri-La lit brightly,
who could miss this so inviting?
Come stand mountain top and yell!
Somebody Stab my face or something! Kill Me!
What thy fuck a ninja gotta do around here to get his dead on?
do you like to drink, would you fuck a girl thy day you met her,
what you think, on thy kitchen sink
Dont you fire up, does this mean you wasted your life
your're completely fucked? I would differ some.
holf your hatchet high, 'cause were gonna need'em when there's,
fire in the sky, together we will die
i can promise this, in my Shangri-La you`ll have, eternal happiness,
diamonds in the miss
It rains diamonds mightly, in my Shangri-La lit brightly,
who could miss this so inviting?
Come stand mountain top and yell!
Diamonds drift upon thy mist of forgetfull ness,
bringing a peace untold, as i fade away to become what my eyes see,
seeing into thy eternity of Shangri-La
It rains diamonds mightly, in my Shangri-La lit brightly,
who could miss this so inviting?
Come stand mountain top and yell!
It rains diamonds mightly, in my Shangri-La lit brightly,
who could miss this so inviting?
Come stand mountain top and yell!
It rains diamonds mightly, in my Shangri-La lit brightly,
who could miss this so inviting?

Good Schools
The learning process
I had no education when I was a kid
I have no explination for them things that I did
I pulled the legs off a dog and rolled them down a hill
I put poop in a hotdog bun and ate it for the thrill
I tried to impress this girl that lived on my block
I said look, and bashed my homies face in with a rock
Then other people came and took me away
They made me eat pills, like 25 everyday
Everything is slow, like in slow motion
My penis won't get hard
By the time it does I ain't horny no more
Thats it, enough I jump out the window
12th floor
I put a sock on my penis and robbed a jewelry store
The police might chase me, but I won't get caught
If I do it ain't my fault, something takes me over
Somethings talking in my head
I can't help thinking it hates me
Somethings telling me I'm dead
It's going to cripple and rape me
Somethings talking in my head
I can't help thinking it hates me
Somethings telling me I'm dead
It's going to cripple and rape me
My brain, has a brain of it's own
My body ain't got nothing to do with it
So leave it alone
Don't punish me for something I did
Unless I did what i'm doing, and I ain't doing nothing dig it
Herion is no part of my diet
But hey, I mean what the fuck right i'll try it
Give me a ballon
I don't care about my face anymore
I talk and eat with my feat and drag my face on the floor
Them crows are wathing me
There watching me (my every step)
Them crows are watching me
There watching me (I creeped and crept)
Fungus spreds soft green and fuzzy
Fuzzy wasn't a fuzzy bear was he fuzzy
I hate, whoop, wait a minute
Don't move, god there's something on your neck
Be still
CHOP!!!
Hahahahahhhaaa
Somethings talking in my head
I can't help thinking it hates me
Somethings telling me i'm dead
It's going to cripple and rape me
Somethings talking in my head
I can't help thinking it hates me
Somethings telling me i'm dead
It's going to cripple and rape me
That dog is scaring me
That dog is talking to me
That dog is scaring me
That dog is talking to me
Im sexy
A preying mantis is neon green ya'll
And its head is so fucking small
How can its tiny brain be so bright
*Pwup**Kikh**Alllright*
If I punch you in the face it don't mean nothing
I mean I dont want you getting mad or something
Just relax
??? my buts exposed
If I keep my eyes closed
Something takes over
Somethings talking in my head
I cant help thinking it hates me
Somethings telling me i'm dead
It's going to cripple and rape me
Somethings talking in my head
I cant help thinking it hates me
Somethings telling me i'm dead
It's going to cripple and rape me
Somethings talking in my head
I can't help thinking it hates me
Somethings telling me i'm dead
It's going to cripple and rape me
Somethings talking in my head
I can't help thinking it hates me
Somethings telling me i'm dead
It's going to cripple and rape me

Violent J, Violent J, is that you?
I'm on the microphone, so what'cha wanna do?
Violent J, Violent J, is that you?
A wicked, wicked clown painted just for you
I drink Faygo it's only a buck-ten
I'm a pour it on your tits when we fucking
Cause I'm with that kinky shit, hoe
I can see you butt-naked in your window
Shimmy up the house side dash
Now I'm gonna press my nuts on the glass
Let me in, hoe, don't ya know
I'm Violent J of the ICP, yo I got me a check let's cash it
If I could spend it with the hoes I'm crashing
But don't get all geek slut
Cause I'm a buy ya some lava to wash your butt
What's this clown shit about?
A knife to your neck and your throats hanging out
With a do-me-ray
Now it's about time I say
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
Yeah, let me tell ya what I wanna do
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
Frontin', they frontin', everybody's frontin'
Violent Violent J is gonna tell ya something
If ya know a bitch who got grits
Kid Rock, Kid Rock will probably eat that shit
Boohoo motherfucker what'cha cry for
I'm that nigga that your bitch would die for
The whore showed up at my front door
So I fucked her in the ass and I threw her out the back door
The bitch thought it was a cake drive
She said drive me to the city, so I dropped her off at lakeside
You driving me home, well I meant ta
But plans have changed so get your ass on a Semta, hoe
Hoe, this ain't no taxi I be mackin' hoes, they don't mack me
Never slacking, hoes I be macking
Kid Rock, Kid Rock Never slacking, hoes I be macking
Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit
The funk, the funk from the old days
Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit
The funk from the old days
Well, I'm up for the shot in a minute
Show me a valley, I might yodel in it
Like somebody else I know I been to Mount Plen
as I've been to Romeomeomeo
Wicked clowns gonna flow for ya son
Three for the treble, eight for the drum
Five for the homies that I run with
Bitch call your mother cause you're done with
Toe tip-toe, I snuck in your house
And fell asleep butt-naked on the front couch
So, excuse me, pops, I'm napping
So could ya shut the fuck up with that yapping
And your wife's all worked up for nothing
She act like she ain't never seen a wang or something
Cause it really don't matter I'm a show my nuts to innocent bystander
Every fucking day
Cause it's about time I say
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
Yeah, let me tell you what I wanna do
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
I just said it was motherfucker
Skinny dipping in the pool, you know I drown hoes
Fuck them doggie style and play that ass like a bongo
Hit it, hit hi-hit it
Hitting homerums and never wimp, ho
Smoke my dick like it's a big spliff
This ain't a blooper and I'm no joker
But I can shoot a nut 50 foot like a super soaker
But I won't pull it out for a cheap joke
Instead I play John Holmes in a sequel to Deep Throat
Taste the nut in your mouth, just to school ya
But ho, don't let the smooth taste fool ya

Here we are. This is the calm before the storm. We off the track now. That means we're heading into
brand new unknown territorys y'all. We into the crop circles, It says time waits for no mutahfuckin'
body. After this short calm, a vicious storm will arrive. A horendously wicked storm. Lighting bolts
so powerful they set fire to water. Thunder loud enogh to shatter brick walls. And it's headin' right
towards us all. We call this storm The Tempest. Tornados of fire, being chased by enormus tidal waves.
The tempest. Tearing down forests into feilds reveiling crop circles. The Tempest. Who will be left,
Who will still be around in the end. The Tempest. Who will survive long enough to join us for the new

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha (revers talk)
If you listen carefully to this you'll hear what i'm saying (more reverse talk)
Welcome to hell. Why did you choose this?

Violent J, Shaggy, Insane Clown Posse, baby what
from New York to L.A.
from Chile to Greece
from New Ghandi to your momma
we gives absolutly no fucks
Motha fucka
natural born serial murderers
mass mothafuckin murderin muderers
bitch, come and meet your maker
Im scary like Michael Jaskson up close
I like diggin up dead bodies
look at me Im gross
my name's Violent J but you can call me syphillis
gonorrhea the clap cause i infected this rap
you wanna know if i could ever kill somebody
well thats like askin Charlie Manson if he's ever been in jail
I kill family, friends, myself
what, yeah, I'd kill myself if I could only survive
I tried to kill Rob Van Winkle, in fact thats how we met
I went up to kill him and he was thinkin the same shit
I pulled out a chainsaw, he pulled out and ax
I was like come-on, wait is that a Stanley, where'd u get that
it's natural and to murder, you gotta have it in you
it's like a dick all up in you, although I wouldn't now
look at us natural killas
the world most playa hated rapper
and the most hated group together like woooo!
mass murders
natural born killas
im not fuckin around
icky icky ya ya
icky icky ya ya
mass murders
natural born killas
im not fuckin around
icky icky ya ya
icky icky ya ya
This aint no blair witch
beware bitch
Ill pick ur motherfuckin brain with an icepick
remember me
the V I C E
well heres my trilogy
Im outta captivity
rap cujo ya know my flow is ferocious
last survivor with a mouth full of cockroaches
I bring this hocus pocus
you're flying away
like the last days of the motherfuckin loafers
I'm the redneck in the moshpit
2 axes come in handy
to answer Violent J, ya damn right its a stanley
in the shadows of the dark with darkman like spawn
in the dash blazin it up with explosive bombs
I spit homicides like major cities at 11PM
while zipping bodies in the dungeon like the line at GM
ice mixed with blood is the killers milkshake
here with the clowns from the underground it's a lyrical deathbreak
Disrespect me I'll run in your house
like puffin steam stout
break both your arms, gun in your mouth
knock your teeth out with the nose of the fifth
bullets bust through the back of your head ya die swift
fuckin wit tha clan, watch what you say
we kill *Beep: Lame Lyric Censor*
shoot you with an SK or a AK bitch you gonna die either way
I'm a monster thoroughbred gun holding weed-head
cross me bet tomorrow you'll be dead
catch you at a show while you're chilling with your ho
and crack your skull with a bottle of Mo
I'm a Sing-Sing killer
gun groove captain
brooklyn home of the original gun clapping
gats get brung, niggas get done
sons lose fathers and mothers lose sons
I'm a killer
To die is a fate that must come to us all
But how horrible to be buried alive
from the darkness they shuffle eyes glazed with death

I'm Violent J
I breath toxic fumes and throw my lungs up
all over your brand new patten-leather penny loafers
You fuck!
I'm 2dope
I got sick ass sewer sludge stuck in my throat
And I live in a big pipe on Sog Island
So stop by and have a bowl of rust, you fucking bitch-ass faggot
Faggot, you bitch ass faggot
I'm in the south-west detroit, Del-ray
In a city, ghetto street-gang
I got people who want me dead
But everytime they run up on me, I get scared
And my skull explodes
All over those motherfuckers
Sometimes I get hungry, man, but it ain't nothing
But it ain't nothing in the box but a brick sandwich
So I start hurting that motherfucker
And I chew on that bitch until my jaw breaks
Which don't fade me, cause I'm a hoodlum
And I don't exist to you fucks (you fucks)
You green-grass fucks
Fuck me, and I'll fuck you, fucker
We comin', motherfucker
We coming to get ya
Coming to get ya
How ya see me is what ya get
How ya see me is what ya get
Carnival of carnage is coming
How ya see me is what ya get
I was snookin' good in my bed
Woke up to find my brain fell out my head
Stuffed it back in with a screwdriver, I'm that much liver
I can walk on my hands on a tight rope
But then I always fall, and bust my ass.
But it really don't matter (really don't matter) (don't matter) don't
matter, cause I'm in the haugh
In the haugh, in the haugh
Violent, Violent J's in the motherfucking haugh
I'm in the haugh, you's in the haugh
We in the motherfucking what? Haugh!
(With the wiked town, south west gang, wicked joker's
kill, southwest thrill)
Get off me, dog, I'll shit face
I mean I ain't got shit on my face, but ya know
People in the suburbs hate me (why?)
Southwest carnival crazy (hiii)
My mind ain't nothing but a lemon
But I mean it's fucking yellow and shit
I don't know man, fuck off
You can't fade me, vato, cause I'm in the haugh!
In the haugh, in the haugh
2dope Shaggy's in the motherfucking haugh
I'm in the haugh, you's in the haugh
We in the motherfucking what? Haugh!
(With the wiked town, south west gang, wicked joker's
kill, southwest thrills)
I'm greasy, and I can moonwalk
But I don't, cause that shit's so fucking played out
Instead, I just grab this wang, and tell you that I'm in the haugh, bitch!
Parachute pants, and moon boots
Chilling on the corner butt-naked hurting fruit loops
Fuck a hill billy goat
Sitting in the tub, I let my nuts float, cause I'm in the haugh
In the haugh, in the haugh
Granny's all in the motherfucking haugh
I'm in the haugh, you's in the haugh
We in the motherfucking what? Haugh!
(With the wiked town, south west gang, wicked joker's
kill, southwest thrills)
Southwest is in the haugh!
D.C. is in the haugh!
I'm in the haugh, in the haugh, in the haugh
Hamma, hamma, hamma
East dogs in the haugh
Jump steady in the haugh
Hammer in the haugh, too!
Mike Clark in the haughhh!
Mr. T's in the haugh!
Hamma, hamma
(With the wiked town, south west gang, wicked the joker's

2:45 and the bell went off,
Thank God,
Many people think im odd
But I talk with no one,
And I walk alone,and I avoid sunlight with a chalky tone
I get home and dont say hi,
It aint no one there,
I dont care I walk in and go right up the stairs
To my room
Get in bed and just wait for dark cause thats when the real show starts (tap tap)
'tap tap' on the glass go the piece of ass'
So young and pretty its too bad she past
But she comes to my room and we talk at night,she's demonic and bloody,but she holds me tight
In my bedroom,with her im never alone,and I kiss her cold lips until morning comes
Then she gone,
I can still hear her voice loom.
But she only exists in the dark of my room
Love...
(I cant ignore you)
In my room
(do anything for you)
Love...
(I do adore you)
In My Room...
You and I
I try to smile alot,but im always frontin,but I do love a ghost and atleast thats something.
She dont talk much,
When she do it get cold,
Usually we just lay there and we hold each other, we're lovers we dont need others,
One of my mother's cats jumped up on the covers
And it scared my baby guess she dont like pets so I twisted its fuckin head off at the neck
Look baby,
It's bloody, it's gone, it's doomed, please come back to the room I do anything for thy, dont ignore me this is more than a sick love story
W/o you id bring a shotgun to school and I will if you want me to for any reason
I hate that u leave when the lights come on and if I had it my way the fuckin sun would be gone!
Sometimes I kiss her and I start shakin,she slips me the tongue and it taste like bacon.
Uh oh somethings wrong baby's upset
She told me she was spotted by the neigbors kid
She cant come back now cause they know our secret
Unless I can make them keep it.
If I do she may come to life now in their yard with a shotgun and knife
Cut the screen
Went in and found the kid
Blew a bowl of spaghetti in the side of his head,the daddy was next runnin down the hall,I shredded his throat and he was
Quick to fall,tossed the mossberg and gripped the knife,started stabin the shit out of his wife,
Went home a bloody mess with a job well done.
Wash up and wait for my baby to come
I waited two or three days, four days, waited for the tap tap like always. I waited and hated this I created a bloody mess.
I waited two or three months, four months, waited for the tap tap just for once. I waited and hated this I created a bloody mess.
I waited two or three days, four days, waited for the tap tap like always. I waited and hated this I created a bloody mess.

Come here man check it out
You know there laughing at you man
Fuck them man you know what im sayin come down here man
And join the carnival man
Gangsters bangin nuts straight hangin
Freakazoids baseheads spareing changes
Homelss hobos pushing dead bodies in a cart
Listen to the good part
Poke around doors roamin the land
Chewing on somebodys head i dont understand
Its to much for my nugget to process
So i stop the car to get undressed
Then climb the trees and kick it with the owls
You dont like that you can suck my balls
Its just me and my homeboy large you see
No they cant nobody can see them but me
Lunatics zombies and goons roaming underneath
The 17 moons of delray hellray suicide person
It cant be the fuckin i might as well join him
Hey bitch boy were the fuck are you going
Dont you know they dont like richies were you goin
You dont belong here i think you best leave
Before i grab your chicken neck and squeeze
I tighten up the sewer caps and dive in
I pray for dead chicken boys for my little friend
To snack on his name is willaberags thanks you know your not a bad guys shaggs
It rains only twice a year around here
The streets are dry because of the sky
Its filled with smog and fog and fuck
I finally had it im gonna jump! (is he dead?)
No i bounced my shits made out of rubber
A toxic waste freak show mutha fucker
And im part of the circus show
If you cant beat em join em like i did yo
Nobody wants you got no were to go
Come down and join up with the carnival show
Your a addicted to crack and you dont have a back
Here at the freakshow we dont care about that
You might have 2 heads and you might have 10
You might have a finger growing out of your chin
Here at the carival you cant go wrong
It donsent it matter if your neck bone is 3 feet long
If you cant beat em join em
If you cant beat em join em
If you cant beat em join em
Just join them muther fucker
If you cant beat em join em
If you cant beat em join em
If you cant beat em join em
So just join them bitch boy
If you cant beat em join em
If you cant beat em join em
If you cant beat em join em
Just join them muther fucker
If you cant beat em join em
If you cant beat em join em
If you cant beat em join em
So just join them bitch boy
Just join them
Cause you cant cant beat em
So just join them mutha fuckers
Cant beat em just join em

If i was a king all bitchs would blow me
Big bag piles of jewels for my homies
We would go to war and take everybodys land
No clothes alound for female citizens
Titties and nedens exposed for the public
I run around gropin these hoes and the love it
Give these little kids a little somthin to drink
You free all hookers and pimps out the clink
New days mutha fucka i rewrite the laws
Everybody gotta get a SV tag Cuz
We run this bitch parades on daily
Every criminal out there gotta pay me
Fuck that five hoes lickin my ass
We sit around bonfires burnin our cash
Dance for me hoe and feed me grapes before i throw that ass to the snakes
If i was a king
You mother fuckers wouldent have to worry about a damn thing
I got this bitch
Shits under control
I got this bitch
Shits under control
If i was a king
You mother fuckers wouldent have to worry about a damn thing
I got this bitch
Shits under control
I got this bitch
Shits under control
If i was a king there wouldent be no generals
I call the shots pimp cups with emeralds
I piss in my own halls clean that shit up
I sleep for weeks in a time wouldent get up
I wouldent do shit but accumulate paper
Lookin at the penthouse of a skyscrapper
Its all mine all blew out the window
I let it blow everywhere rain on the people
Fine hoes no autographs only bubble baths
Nedens get blown out and thrown in the trash
The balls in my nut bag will be to big ass diamonds
You see them through my underwear shinin
Step back when the king is comin down the street
With the murderist fleet rumbleing your feet
Im riding on a dinosaur if i was a king with the hair on my hoes they suck my dick and everything
If i was a king
You mother fuckers wouldent have to worry about a damn thing
I got this bitch
Shits under control
I got this bitch
Shits under control
If i was a king
You mother fuckers wouldent have to worry about a damn thing
I got this bitch
Shits under control
I got this bitch
Shits under control
If i was king id shoot arrows in my city
If they hit sombody then there luck was shitty
When you meet this king do more then bow
Do three summersaults and a flip some how
Id send ninja assasins to kill other kings
And run around there lands settin fire to things
Bendtime power this king wouldent care
And i would sample every mother fuckin neden out there
If i was a king
You mother fuckers wouldent have to worry about a damn thing
I got this bitch
Shits under control
I got this bitch
Shits under control
If i was a king
You mother fuckers wouldent have to worry about a damn thing
I got this bitch
Shits under control
I got this bitch

If I was a Serial Killer
They would find all my victim's heads
In funky ass gas station toilets
And if I was a Serial Killer
I would be strange and deranged
And I would never change
If I was a Serial Killer
I'd be known as the smoker
Cause I'd cut off and smoke all they hair
and if I was a Serial Killer
I would sleep on broken glass and thumbtacks
and I would smoke mad crack
First thing I would do is kill a couple hotties
They'd always get some mustard up decapitated bodies
Dumped on State police law just before dawn
To let em know my ritual had begun
I'd crack a 40 with the devil tell him dig me a hole
cause I'm coming when I die until them I'm in control
This is if I was a Serial Killer and though I aint
but if I was I'd do my walls all blood red with blood paint
This is if I was a Serial Killer and though I aint
But if I was I'd never stop cause I know I can't
If I was a Serial Killer
I would drive a black van
And I would ride around on college campus
And if I was a Serial Killer
I would walk among us and gain trust
Until I needed that rush
I'd park outside these bitches homes and then drive away
Then come back with my lights off this time I'm here to stay
I'd wear human bones around my neck and have my ceremonies
Then go back upstairs and microwave some macaronis
You know what's all up in my trunk
So don't ask me to pop it
Once I get out to my cabin
Then I'll finally unlock it
This is if I was a Serial Killer and though I'm not
But if I was I'd snap a photo once they died on the spot
This is if I was a Serial Killer and though I'm not
But if I was I'd know that I can't so I would never stop
And I don't know myself anymore
(and I don't know who I am anymore)
And I don't know who to be anymore
(and I don't know who I am anymore)
And I don't know what to think anymore
(and I don't know who I am anymore)
Except that I am strange and deranged
(and I don't know who I am anymore)
And I will never change
I wanna hold up this hatchet
Psychopathic Records shit we'll burn the whole planet down
I wanna run with this hatchet
We gotta always kick the wicked shit we'll always be the same
I wanna hold up this hatchet
Fuck the world take me under bitch we trying to rule the tunnels,
The Tempest raining lightning balls of fire rain
ICP with Mike E Clark again
I wanna run with this hatchet
(Wicked Clowns, Blaze, Twiztid, Boondox and Lotus
Holding down the underground and you know this
I wanna run with this hatchet
You know this
Chop it on down
Chop it on down
I wanna run with this hatchet
I wanna run with this hatchet
I wanna hold up this hatchet
Psychopathic Records shit we'll burn the whole planet down
I wanna run with this hatchet
We gotta always kick the wicked shit we'll always be the same
I wanna hold up this hatchet
Fuck the world take me under bitch we trying to rule the tunnels,
The Tempest raining lightning balls of fire rain
ICP with Mike E Clark again
I wanna run with this hatchet
Wicked Clowns, Blaze, Twiztid, Boondox and Lotus
Holding down the underground and you know this
I wanna run with this hatchet
You know this
If I was a Serial Killer
I would bury all my special projects
underneath the garden in my grandmother's backyard
And if I was a Serial Killer
I would be strange and deranged

in order, for one to metamorphasize, from one's inner self being projected out into
the astral plane and to rematerialize into an inanamite object or another living
organism for that matter is entirely and absolutely impossible, however
if i was your tv i'd be like, look at me
if i was shooting star i be like shooooom (peace)
if i was a fat bitches thong i'd be like hell nah
if i was a hotties thong i'd be like ahh
if i was a cuss word i'd just be like, fuck
if i was a rock on the moon i'd be chillin like sup
if i was a butthole i'd just be an exit
if i was the DOC i'd be like "man this is bull shit"
if i was your tires on your car i'd be like (car noises)
if i was the bumper on your car i'd be like ahh fuck
if i was a balloon i'd be like (balloon losing air)
if i was Alyssia Milano i'd be fucking Joe Bruce
if i was a radio DJ i'd probably say, point 103
if i was a richie ass bitch i'd be like, um ok
if i was spin magazine i'd put a mirror on the cover and be like
fuck us and all our readers, even this mother fucker
if i was your mental stress i'd be catching up
if i was your headaches every now and then I'd be like thuuummmp
if i was your tounge i'd be hatin' your teeth i'd be like
ah why do you try to bite me every time we eat?
if i was a chair i'd be like sit here
and if i was kid rock i'd cut my feathered wolf hair
if i was your muffler i'd be like shhh quietly
if i was a price tag i'd be like you ain't buyin me
if i was a fresh DJ i'd be like (scratching record)
if i was jam master jay i'd be like(scratching record)
if i was a cheap clock radio i'd be like (radio static)
if i was barry white i'd be like what up ya'll
if i was a nipple in the cold i'd be like (spring noise)
if i was your dead uncle i'd be like
if i was a rain drop i'd just be like (rain drop)
and i had an axe and your neck i might say Chop
If i was if i was but i'll never be
(if i was if i was but i'll never be)
If i was if i was but i'll never be
(if i was if i was but i'll never be)
If i was if i was boy your killing me
(if i was if i was boy your killing me)
If i was if i was but i'll never be
(If i was if i was but i'll never be)
If i was a faygo at one of our shows
i'd fly through the air into an ocean of juggalo's
if i was Andre the giant this is how i would be manly
if i was father mc i'd be like yeah what happened
if i was a mirror i'd find another mirror
and look each other dead in the eye, crystal clear
if i was a slider i'd slid out your but, i'd be floating in the toilet
looking at you like what?
if i was a pilot i'd be like air traffic control
if i was john denver i'd be like ahhhh
if i was a switch i'd be like flip me yoohoo
if i was a london cop car i'd be like (siren)
if i was chewbacca i'd get me a fresh ass fade
if i was vanilla ice i'd be like fuck yall i'm still paid
if i was a stop sign i'd just be like stop

Maggots can't fuck with the Shaggy
Cuz I got a crew, bitch
A crew like you aint never even known
Carnival freaks from the ghetto zone
All waiten for the day to put you in your place
I had the fat bearded lady sitten on your face
Bitch boy bitchy you might get hurt
Dead Carnival clown puttin in w-w-w-work
You think you the shit cuz you think you to the upper hand
But why don't you come and meet my boy, the strong man
And he'll grab you by the head and squeeze until it pops
And shake your motherfuckin neck until your head flops
Cuz I'm runnin with the beaoch your motherfucks
I'll make a voodoo doll of ya, and flick your nuts
See I was born because I kill like Carny Rukas
I came out the neden and started to choke ya motherfuckers
I leave the screw driver sticking half way out your dome
The worst part about is, I'm not alone
Jokers and freaks deep in the night
Thought I was a nerd but ya picked the wrong fight
J-J-J-Jimmy cracked corn but they don't care
They bust ya in the mutha fucken head with a chair
I'm a nerd, and all the bitches call me a nerdy geek
And they would love to stick their thumbtacks on my seat
And they would throw their split balls at the class freak
And everyone of them bitches died in there sleep
Cuz I fuck around with books and the severed barn
Crystal balls, black magic and jokers cards
And that night just when I'm feelin lonely
The clowns come to my bed and juggle for me
So don't fuck with the Shaggs cuz I cast spells
And don't come cryin to me when your tongue swells
I'm hangin with freak shows, like Crab Boy, Snake Boy,
Flipper and Scab Boy
And a man who can eat his own fuckin face
And then shit it out and screw it back into place
If you don't think so you can suck my bone
Cuz I tried tellin ya man, I'm not alone
Well I like to hang with Tall Jess and Jump Steady
Nate The Mack , Violent J and Uncle Fredy
Chunky Mutha Fucky and Scott got my respect
But I really like to hang with old rubber neck
A freak show from the circus that you don't know
And I fucked the Lion Lady in the neden hole
And sometime she do an acrobatic flip on my nuts
And it feels so good
So tell your boys that they all a bunch of jump suckers
I walk around your neighborhood chokin motherfuckers
I used to be a fool but then the jokers got juice
Shit changed when I started hanging out with Zeus
And if you take me out you know I'm commin back again
With my homeboys Jack and the Cannon ManHe come flyin
out the barrel doin Mock 9
With his fist commin straight for your spine
Never fuck with the Shaggs cuz it's always ticken
I throw a curse and turn your ass into a chicken
So when you see me by my lonely in the ghetto zone
Mutha fucka better realize, I'm not alone
Who's that (Jokers and freaks)
Who's there?
No, stop it.
Ahh, I can't stand it.
Ahh, go away.
Leave me alone.

I live my life in the gutter
And this gutter is who I am
Take me back home to my gutter
And I swear I won't ever leave again!
Hey, I'm coming home
Home to the criminals and crooks
Home to the gangbangers shooting dirty looks
Home to the killer cops beating on my ass
Home to my '72 Velarick, praying it will last
Pass by the rich bitches trying to play me out
Dawging on my neighborhood, don't know what it's about
So now I'm clockin dunkets, never hang out with the rich
I'd rather hang out with the crooked at the party store, bitch
Give me codey, dawg, with a little smog
Cuz it tastes better than the poisonous fog
Seeping from the sewers in my slummy neighborhood
But the ghetto got love and the love is all good
So I don't give a fuck about your mansion by the lake
You can suck my dingaling until your neck breaks
Cuz all I wanna do is hang with the zombie
In the zone, break out with the Faygo, I'm coming home
Home to the creatures, home to the crooks
Home to the fools readin witchcraft books
Home to the monsters roaming the land
I wanna come home but ya don't understand
Bitch, I'm coming home and I'm not alone
Jokers and freaks, and their dead body bones
Every single thing that you never wanna see
Add it all together and you got me
I know nobody gives a fuck about your punk ass rules
Keystone coppers and your hypocrite schools
I'd much rather lay around the streets of the gutter
And make dirty phone calls to your rich mother
Caught her passed midnight and I'm waking up the dead
Then we playin kickball with somebody's head
We got skinny dipping in the barrels of toxic waste
After that I pour myself a little taste
So tell your daughter that she's nothing but a fat bitch
And all my homies don't care if the hoes rich
Somebody out here, please, let me know where there's a phone
I need to call my mother and tell her I'm coming home
And I'm coming home, chicken chicken bones
Sugar plum bushes, and ice cream cones
All these fake people sayin hi to one another
Then they sit around and talk shit about each other
Watering they grass, digging in they ass
Trying to make sure they didn't lose any cash
Working hard, all your life, and now you're finally rich
But look at you, you're just another whack bitch
Crawl in the slum that's where I'm from
Murderers and slaughterers, so that's what I've become
Spare a little change cuz I just ran out of gas
Reach for your quarter and I'll stick your fuckin ass
Nobody wants to be around the ghetto breed
But the ghetto got each other and that's all we really need
So what the fuck am I doing down here, I gotta land of my own

It was like March or April, fuckin' Libra...fuckin', um, shit...
[1st Verse-Violent J]
Taurus, born in 1775
I'm like 300 and something, but I'm still alive
I used to hang with the original Billy The Kid
You prob'ly think I'm only playing but, I did
My daddies were a two headed freak show
Momma, a fortune teller, Esmarelda Zella
Anyway they had sex on a ouiji board
and I was born the next day...Violent J
When I was 14, I tripped on the train track
And I was crushed right there on the steel rack
I'm out cold, they thought it had fucked me up
I got up and itched my butt, I'm like, "what?"
Everybody tripped and called me the clown devil boy
Child of the witch heffer...whatever
Tied me up, burned me and threw stones
Had a few scrapes and cuts, smokey nuts
After that they started bowing and shit
Praying at me, you know how them primitives get
I said, "Get off my dick, I ain't a savior,
I'm what you call a juggalo and all I want is my flavor
Four simple things in this bitch, before I die...
[Shaggy2Dope]
I WANT A RUSTY AXE
I WANNA KNOW VOODOO
A FAT BITCH NAMED BRIDGETT
And a little sip of Faygo, too
'TILL I GET MY SHIT, IN THIS MOTHERFUCKER I WON'T NEVER DIIIIEEE!
[2nd Verse - Violent J]
So anyway...
50 years pass, all my homies are old ass fucks
I ain't even got hair on my nuts
I left the village in search of my ends
I wrestled alligators, battled terminators
Nothing ever killed me, nothing could harm me
I fought in the Civil War, Yankees army
I walked across enemy lines with a mack-10
[Shaggy2Dope]
Man, they didn't even have that shit back then
[Violent J]
How you just gonna come in my shit and fuck it up?
[Shaggy2Dope]
Well at least make this shit sound real, man, damn!
[Violent J]
I walked across enemy lines with a...lantern
Steady taking cannon balls, to the balls
The war ended, I traveled the country horseback
Until this fool tried to horsejack
He put his gat to my head and blew my face up
(powww) It didn't even smear the make-up
I took his gun and put a tivet in his neck
Sheriff didn't like it...I got indicted
87 long years in the state pen
Until they finally forgot why they put me in
They had to let me go they can't hold me on nothing
On the way out they're like, "Yo, ain't you like 100 and something?"
I said, "That's right, and I ain't gonna die,
'TILL I GET MY SHIT, MOTHERFUCKER!"
[Shaggy2Dope]
I WANT A RUSTY AXE
I WANNA KNOW VOODOO
A FAT BITCH NAMED BRIDGETT
And just a little sip of dew ...
'TILL I GET MY SHIT, IN THIS MOTHERFUCKER I WON'T NEVER DIIIIEEE!
[3rd Verse - Violent J]
I slept under bridges, lived in the valleys
Climbed the mountains, searched the alleys
More years passed, and I still ain't died
Now I'm in Detroit on the Southwest Side
My homie has an Impala, blue '67
Last night we hit the road pushing 111
I stuck my head out the window, told him floor up the most
And let my nugget ping off a light post
Ha ha ha! Hell yeah 'cuz
Hurts a little bit, but then you get a straight buzz
The world hates me 'cuz of shit like this
They always try to kill me but MIIIIIISSSS
I know it's odd that my face is forever painted
When I was born, the bitch-ass doctor fainted
My toungue's a little long, I choke people with it
Looks kinda nasty...but chicks dig it
And I told ya my neck can stretch for miles
I look like something from 'The X-Files'
People wanna see me die more than a little bit
But I'm a juggalo, and as a juggalo I want my SHIT!
AND I AIN'T GONNA DIE, TILL I GET IT!
[Shaggy2Dope]
I WANT A RUSTY AXE
I WANNA KNOW VOODOO
A FAT BITCH NAMED BRIDGETT
I said Faygo. FUCK Mountain Dew.
'TILL I GET MY SHIT, IN THIS MOTHERFUCKER I WON'T NEVER DIIIIEEE!
DIIIIEEE!

Yeah, what's up, man?
ICP in this bitch
Ya know what I'm saying
All you bitches, man
Come over to my house
And I'ma take ya upstairs
And I'ma stick you with my wang
Ya know what I'm saying?
I stuck her with my wang
She hit me in the balls
I grabbed her by her neck
And I bounced her off the walls
She said it was an accident and then apologized
But I still took my elbow and blackened both her eyes
I stuck her with my wang
Bitchy bitchy hoe
I'd like to stick a Faygo bottle in her neden hole
I twist ya and turn ya, just to shake it up
Pop off the lid now it's shooting out her butt
I stuck her with my wang
She grabbed by me nuts
She told me that she loved me then commenced on the sucking
I tried to hold it back, but I nutted in her ear
When it dried up, the bitch couldn't hear
I stuck her with my wang (He stuck her with his wang, yo)
I stuck her with my wang (He stuck her with his wang, then he hit the door)
I stuck her with my wang
I'm ringing dingaling
After I hit it, my boys will do the same
Bitches come in flocks when the carnivals in town
Suckin on my nuts, trying to be down
I stuck her with my wang
The freaky little slut
She wanted me to stick my finger in and out her butt
I asked the bitch why, she gave no reply
I went psycholistic and I stuck it in her eye
I stuck her with my wang
I hit it slow motion
I had the Ringmaster brew me up a love potion
I put it on her neden, I know this sounds insane
Her coochie started whistling and singing out my name
Shaggy, Shaggy, Shaggy, stick me with your wang!
I stuck her with my wang
I hit it chicken style
I hit up in Meijer's in the home improvement aisle
She called me Bob Vila when I stuck it in the place
I tied her legs behind her head and kicked her in the face
I stuck her with my wang
I took some Elmer's glue
I slapped it on her titties and I stuck her to the roof
And when I came back, I opened up the door
Her titties were so long they was draggin on the floor
I stuck her with my wang
A little two on one
I told her call a friend over, we can have some fun
I heard her knock knock, I'm finna get some stank
I opened up the door
Hi, I'm Frank
I kicked him in his ass (He kicked him in his ass, yo)
I kicked him in his ass (He kicked him in his ass then we fucked him up)
I stuck her with my wang (He stuck her with his wang, yo)
I kicked him in his ass (He kicked him in his ass then we fucked him up)
I stuck her with my wang
All kind of bitches, man
Ya know what I'm saying
Fat bitches, skinny bitches
Ugly bitches,
I stuck her with my wang
Bitches with hunchbacks
Bald-headed bitches
Motherfuckin
Nasty motherfuckin noodle-stank booty-wack bitches
I stuck her with my wang

I...I'd like to uh, if its cool with Jake and Jack,
I'd like to address the juggalos, on a, uh, personal matter
Because, it's not all good
I mean, things aren't always done cool, you know I mean...
I just wanna talk to you guys about a problem I got...
Maybe you can help me
I stab people, 4, 5 people everyday
I tried to see a shrink to stop that shit but it ain't no FUCKing way
I stabbed him, stabbed his nurse and his fucking cat
Stabbed them! Stabbed them all like that
I stab people I know, I stabbed Alex, my manager
He was like, "WHAT THE FUCK?!" I stabbed him in the gut!
I order food just to stab the guy when he gets there, I don't care
I stab anybody anywhere (uh, uh) there
I stabbed the mailman, he was pissed, he tried to mace me
I'm to quick with the stabbing, come on, come on, taste me
I stabbed Twizted, Jimmy Madrox, I stabbed 'em
Myzery stabbed me OWW!! Goddamn him!
I stab old people, ladies, little kids, I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!
I stabbed a fat guy in the but (hehe), what?
I met Pete Rose and stabbed him, twice in his nipple
I'm Violent J, I stab people.

"They want me dead in Detroit...
they want me dead in St. Louis...
they want me dead up in Denver...
New York, L.A., they want me dead...
they want me dead on the east coast...
down south they want me dead...
they want me dead in the Bahamas...
they want me dead in Lebanon check it"
Wait a minute, ho'd up
Don't shut my fuckin coffin yet, I'm still alive
And fulla life, like a beehive
I know you really want to see me drop into the earth
You wanted that since my birth, but ho'd up partna'
I got to many poker chips, still gotta cash 'em in
I still be lovin Friday nights I'm flossin, ryda fashion
And mashin, in a black Navigator baby
100 spoke Dayton Dayday today be payday
This hoe was lookin like she wanna fyda dick up in her
And i'm the beginner, winner, we fuckin during dinner
To bang her biscuit out our first time out is nothin new
I fuck her on the plate of food
I'ma rude, crude, dude
Most players like to take they women wine'n dinin
I serve a bitch a plate of dick, a bowl of nuts that's it
I gotta lot on this earth to live for and I don't wanna die, fuck that
I'm tryin' a touch the sky
Reach into the world, reach into the sky
I'ma Psychopathic Ryder and I don't wanna die
I'm hittin switches in a black Escalade truck
I know you must be thinkin' "what the fuck?" but I can
I'm like Bump, Bump, squeek, Bump, Bump, swing dip
Bump, Bump, swing dip, it's a trip
$16,000 dollar rolex, I flex
I'm boatin' an Impala, hood is open and i'm scopin
Bitches flaggin' me down, wit' they tittie nipples
But see it aint that simple, bitches now'll leave you crippled
If I stuck my dick in every ugly bitch that road up
My dick would make you wanna throw up, I would be so to 'up
And I don't wanna have my dick look like a cucumber
Bumply, green and lumber, fuck all that
I gets picky, I like to take and floss my hoes
I can't be flossin dirty bitches that got mossy toes
It's a million hottie hootchies all up on this earth
Taste what life is worth man, I don't wanna die
You can bash out all my front teeth if you really want to
been wantin' to go part my grill out anyway so fuck you
I wanna live to see the world rain diamonds and pearls
And treasures, for all the little boys and girls
I want to live to see my great grandchildren have they kids
and be so old that I can't even lift my eyelids
I want to live to see the lights of the Goodyear blimp
It's gone Ice Cube's a bitch
Psychopathic ryder baby, call me Bullet, I be dumpin
I get your brakes a pumpin everytime I'm droppin somethin
And I went solo so you know I flow like Rollie Pollie's
Roll up in they shill, bankin helly mill
So fuck Melly Mel, Master Flash and goofy Kool Moe Dee
And every other bitch that fell off back in '83
Y'all didn't influence the rydas, we dumpin bullets in the sky
We aint never gone die baby
"Full Clip...aint never gone die
Cell Block...aint never gone die,
Twin Gats...aint never gone die,
Foe Foe...aint never gone die,
Lil' Shank...aint never gone die,
My homie Alex...aint never gone die,

People say I talk to much
I don't care I talk to much
Momma say I failed in life
I don't care I failed in life
Daddy says I drink to much
I don't care I drink to much
People say i'm headed nowhere
And I don't fuckin' care
Jimmy Johnsons gonne die
Sarah Suzies gonna die
Everybody Dyin' slow
I don't give a fuck though
I'm always short like $50 bucks
I couldn't give 50 fucks
I could really use some help
You can go and fuck yourself
Everybody's gonna die, terror fallin' from the sky
Mothers wit' they children cry, and I could give a fuck why
They say you'll never walk again
Well plug the Sega in
I think somebody stole my truck
Tell someone who gives a fuck
My entire World is falling, entire World is falling- Repeat twice
How much do they charge in there?
Wait a minute, I don't care
Ima shoot you in the face
I'll tell ya how the bullets taste
Critics say you imitate
I don't give a fuck-u-late
50 million people dyin
Aww...i'm cryin (tounge sound)
You tell me all the things you saw
As if i give a fuck at all
You see me sittin' in the chair
Yet I aint even here
Everything your sayin' to me (sshhhh)
Go right through me
If I was to pick it up
I'd hafta give a fuck (and I don't)
I don't care nothing 'bout you
I can't do nothing 'bout it
I can't do nothing for ya
I don't care nothing 'bout you
Rain Forest burning down
Fulla Riots all around
I'm inside like "fuck'em all"
"What's the Main Event on Raw?"
Poison, Mad Cow Disease
"Can I get that wit' double cheese?"
STD's steady spreadin'
Bare-back up in this Neden (I don't care!)
My entire World is falling, entire World is falling- Repeat twice
I don't care nothing 'bout you
I can't do nothing 'bout it
I can't do nothing for ya
I don't care nothing 'bout you
"Everyday when I wake up, all I really wanna do is die
And go to the next phase where flesh and bodies consumed,
that's all I give a fuck about"
Everyone is gonna die
Fuck I aint affraid to die
Come on shoot me in the eye
Do it, see if I survive
Give it to me point blank
Bet it won't (*gun shot*) "did you hit'em?"
"yes, and I don't give a fuck less!"
Carefull it's a dark night
Give your money or your life
Take'em both for all I care
Dump your bullets right here! (c'mon)
The Eviction note is on the door
I think they're crawling on the floor
ask me did i ever care.....nah
My entire World is falling, entire World is falling
My entire World is falling, entire World is falling
My entire World is falling, entire World is falling
I Don't Care, I Don't Care, I Don't Care, I Don't Care,

[Violent J]
What you need something stole for you? someone to hold for you? need someone that you
can blame shit on? someone to quit on? you need a job or gun or somethin?
trying to find some yay-yay-yo? you looking for some dirty work and i'm your way to go? you
need a gun or something, ooh you looking for a titty bar? you just trying to hang with
someone whos uglier than you are?
(shit) well i'm your motherfucker i'm that motherfucking motherfucking scrubby times let
me be your scrubby brother...
[Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope]
Cause i do this all the time (its the way of my life) [x3]
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
What you looking for now, a window broke? A neck Choked? i know you ain't already out, fuck all
that edge you smoked, you a clucker and i'm your fucking clicking brother, i know you
fucked that hooker, you couldn't tell no other, i'm always fucking hookers, call me when
your feeling wicked, and we can chill out in the gutters get dirty and kick it, Cause i'm
your motherfucker, i'm that motherfucking motherfucking scrubby times let me be your
scrubby brother
[Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope]
Cause i do this all the time (its the way of my life)
every day of my life [x4]
[Violent J]
You need a fucking hitman who the shit with a quick plan? a shoulder to cry on, get high
or die on maybe? your trying to dissapear to the cd side of the city for an hour, or night
or forever player, just hit me, you need somebody's ass kick need to kick someone after,
you want me to the risk of doing time so that you don't haveta? well thats me motherfucker
i'm that motherfucker its scrubby times let me be your scrubby brother
[Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope]
Cause i do this all the time (its the way of my life)
everyday of my life [X4]
If you tryin to hide a dead body
Clown love, hit me up, clown love, hit me up
if you tryin to smuggle china white
Clown love, hit me up, clown love, hit me up
If you tryin to buy a tank gun
Clown love, hit me up, clown love, hit me up
if your breaking someone out of prizon
Clown love, hit me up, clown love, hit me up!!!
I do this all the time
its the way of my life [X4]
do this all the time..
ist the way of my life (all the time)
everyday of my life (all the time)

So there you are, you're sittin' there, just kinda chillin'
A richie boy, you look a little bit like Dylan
The 90210 bitch with the funny hair
So I'm gonna change a few things around, here and there
Start with your eyes, I pluck 'em both out your head
And pull your balls out your sack and stick 'em there instead
Then I snap off your toes and stick 'em in your nose
And pull the hair out your head until your skull shows
You're almost ready, gotta fix you for the show tonight
But your lips, man, to me, they just don't look right
They could be a little fatter, even more
So fuckin' fat that your lip is draggin' on the floor
Tie your tongue into a knot and stretch it out
And tack a sign on it, tellin' what you're all about
Set you up, 'cuz now you're ready, so open up the door
'Cuz at the House of Wonders, you're the freak show
Carnival thrills
Carnival shows
Carnival excites you
Carnival kills
(Ahh, ooh, ahh, ohh)
Another freak show for the jugga-lugga-lo
So there you are, come on in, chickie, wow! Ain't you a pretty?
I think I'll start with the sillicone that's in your titty
I'll pull it out and put it in your forehead and cheek
So now, you look like the elephant bitch freak
Don't try to run, chickie-poo, I'm just gettin' started
I'll beat your head in with a brick until you're half-retarded
Remember that ugly girl you laughed at at the prom?
Don't try to laugh now, bitch, you look like her mom
You came to do the starin', but it's you they're starin' at
I'll stuff you full of chili-cheese dogs to make you fat
Then I'll stretch your fuckin' lips and stick 'em in your ear
So all that evil shit you talk, only you can hear
I shave you bald, and glue your titty on the top
And then I spit on your nipple until you drop
Hey! Almost ready? Jumpsteady, open the door
'Cuz at the House of Wonders, you're the freak show
"Oh, oh, oh my God!!!!!
"Oh, oh, oh my God!!!!!
"Oh, oh, oh my God!!!!!

"Ladies and gentlemen, the house of mirrors
For just one bet, venture through this wonderful exhibit
See yourself in all the weird shapes and sizes
You, young man, would you like to go into the house of mirrors
Well, okay
Have a good time, son
And good luck finding your way out
Wait a minute, I don't like it in here
Hey, wait a minute, let me out of here
Let...there's dead bodies in here
There's dead bodies in here
I don't like it in here!!!"
Step inside, come my way
This here is your fatal day
You have lied, they have cried
Now your life has been denied
Look into the big mirror
Your reflection is so clear
Devil's head, rotting flesh
With the snakes inside your chest
In the mirror you can't hide
You've been granted Jacob's lide
Whipping fear, spinning pain
All you crying is in vain
You're the beast you never knew
This reflects the things you do
Others starving down the block

Homies yeah thats my dog
Homies cause were down by law
Homies everything that we are
Homies yeah thats my dog
Remix!
Let me ask you this about this life we live
And let me try to swerve some of this attention you give
To them distant ass relatives over ham dinner
If they really missed you so much,
Why don't they just call a muthafucka?
If you wasn't blood would you still have love
Or in fact does the blood make you think you have to love?
Look, I probably love my family more than anybody here,
But my homies are family too, third cousins get outta here
Who was you with when you got tattooed?
And who was you trippin with when you did them mushrooms?
And who the fuck threw up all over you car
And then felt worse than you about the shit in the morning?
Who loaned you money homie, who owes you cash? (WHO?)
Who taught you how to use the bong for the grass? (WHO?)
I don't know much, but I gotta assume
When you hit your first neden
Your homies was in the other room
Homies yeah thats my dog
Homies cause were down by law
Homies everything that we are
Homies yeah thats my dog
Have you ever had a job that you truly despise?
Like I like dont know maybe dishwashin
Or fuckin flippin fries
Then you got this boss who think he the Don Mega,
Because he the head manager, Chief Chilli Fry Maker
All you can vision is ya'll beating him down,
Your homies standin on his back
While you're kickin his head around
But responsibility is there, I can't lie though,
Id of been plucked his fuckin eyeball
Out with a chicken bone
Im crazy as fuck, Id rip your piercings off,
And now my homies are holding me back so I don't look soft
Who loaned you money homie, who owes you cash? (WHO?)
Who taught you how to use the bong for the grass? (WHO?)
I don't know much, but I gotta assume
When you hit your first neden
Your homies was in the other room
Homies yeah thats my dog
Homies cause were down by law
Homies everything that we are
Homies yeah thats my dog
Homies yeah thats my dog
Homies cause were down by law
Homies everything that we are
Homies yeah thats my dog
Me and my homies stay tight like a noose
And if you step to one of us,
You better step the whole crew
I never knew that I could depend,
That I could have some friends, thats down to the very end
Well thats my homeboys excuse me, my family,
And when we conquer the world, we mackin' on the galaxy
Cause the skys the limit and we ain't finished,
And if my homies gonna ride than you know I'm with it
Puff it and pass it and I give it to my homies yall
Hit it and quit it then I give it to my homies yall
I got the world around my finger with my homies yalll
And everything is obsolete unless I hear my homies call
We world wide with homies across the planet
Stickin together like zippers on a
Micheal Jackson "Beat It jacket
They got my back like a tat, for that I love yall,
Hangin till we old and gray like grandpas
Homies yeah thats my dog
Homies cause were down by law
Homies everything that we are
Homies yeah thats my dog
Homies yeah thats my dog
Homies cause were down by law
Homies everything that we are
Homies yeah thats my dog
Who loaned you money homie, who owes you cash? (WHO?)
Who taught you how to use the bong for the grass? (WHO?)
I don't know much, but I gotta assume
When you hit your first neden

If ya nuts hang and you bang with a gang
Then tell me are you down with the clown?
HEY!
Hey, bitch boy! (huh?)
What you doing around here you little bitch? (um...)
Don't you know you're on clown ground bitch boy? (uh...)
Forks up forks down, we ALL got clown luv, bitch face (um...)
Hey, what's your name? (Richie)
Bitchie? You donw with the clown Bitchie?
You better run you bitch-ass home, you little punk-ass bitch
[1st Verse - Violent J]
Smell the air that makes you sick
Psycho sick, psycho sick
Pin you down and gets inside your brain
Psycho sick insane
Who's to blame for what they've done?
Ain't the one, paint the gun
I'm the jugga-lugga-lugga-roni
Best you leave me alon-ie
Some will say I'm in a gang
Guns do bang, nuts do hang
Like the wicked jokers down river
Quick to cut your liver
Sometimes bangers end their doom
Boom boom boom, shlock lock boom
I'm the other gang that's the offender
But you best remember
It don't matter which you pick
'Cuz they sick, psycho sick
They'll all cut your richie-ass up, bitch
'Cuz they got
[Chorus]
Much clown luv (hey vato)
you old fuck, I guess you don't know
Never come around here (het vato)
Yeah, bitch, it's all about clown luv [x2]
If ya nuts hang and you bang with a gang
Then tell me are you down with the clown?
HEY!
[2nd Verse Violent J]
I like riding on your daughties
Drinking 40's at clown parties
Then I go back home, the sewer drain
Call me shit for brains
I'm the joker junkie hobo
Fuck a bozo, pack a bowl-bowl
Watch me balance on telephone wires
Psycho setting fires
Caught me naked in a tree
Was it me, ICP
Yes I sing in a rock and roll band
"hey dude, what's up man!"
B-b-b-boo! Had to scare ya
Rip and tear ya, cuz how dare ya
Come to bario like yous the fuck
Now you gets the buck
Buck-buck-buck, bang-bang-bang
Gang-gang bang, ghetto slang
Better ask someone about
Violent J, hey, I got
[Chorus]
[3rd Verse - Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]
Wicked town, wicked clown
Let's go ride the Murder-Go-Round
Lunatic, Luna-tock
Beat you with a cinder block
Bitchy hoe, bitchy bitch
Smack you 'cross your fucking lips
Juggla say "talk to much"
I'ma nail your mouth...shut
I am sick, what you said
Swing my axe upside your head
Place the barrel in your mouth
blow your fucking tonsils out
I'm a mime, watch me go
Stuart Frankie bitch-ass hoe
I drop rhymes, make quick bucks
And your daughter sucks my nuts
Better know joker's wild
Yeah I said it, wicked WILD!
And I'll cut your bitchie-ass up, BITCH!
A lot of

Something has woke my a thump on my roof, it was followed by crashing, more thumping ensued
I jumped out of my bed thinking I'd been invaded, heard smashing, more pounding, the sound escalated
Looked out of my window, blood dripped down thy glass, I see bodies lay twisted and mangled on grass,
I ran into thy main room and Shaggy was dead, so was Nate the Mac, Jumpsteady and ABK
Bolted out of thy house to see if it's a joke, I heard hundreds of car alarms, saw flames and smoke
and thy sky above red, I see dead bodies fallin' it's raining with corpses thy blood is appalling
Mama told me when it rains - IT POURS, but never mentioned Dead Bodies - DEAD BODIES
Mama told me when it rains - IT POURS, La de da da de la da de -
DEAD BODIES
I never seen so many.... horrified looks on people's faces...
(Thy blood is appalling)
I hope I never see what all them people saw... and put them in there places...
(Thy blood is appalling),
The sun was so hot... So hot...
I was burning... Yeah
Dead bodies lay randomly some stack in piles, on all of there faces pour horror, no smiles
I see children, and elders, and ninjas my age, all lay naked and mangled, most withered for days,
I found safety a shelter I'm under a tree; only fingers and organs come falling on me,
I lay sleepless for days as thy raining continued, thy heat of thy sun baking corpses like food
Then it finally stopped I walk knee deep in blood, over piles of bodies threw what was my hood
It was right at that moment thy Wraith had appeared, and thy message it left me might sound kind of weird

It's Friday night, dark, scary
Lonely, walking through the park, cemetery
And its foggy, cold and smoggy
Hear a dog, a howling doggy
I'm scared, should of brung the shotgun
Should of, would of, but I ain't got one
So I watch my back, and what's that
The caretaker, a dirty old hunchback
Better run, hide, quick, fast
He's coming for my ass with a shovel
No where to run, nore to hide but the grave bit
So I dove in, I did the dumb shit
Took a fall, deeper than six foot
Down the stairs, hit a floor and through a door
Into a whole new world of stiffs
Bodies, heads, and sexy little dead chicks
Club lights, sounds, bass
DJs spinnin with maggots on they face
And what I saw next then really took me
Uh, they did the headless boogie
Hey yo, I heard that you died
Fuck that, it's time to get live
Dead bodies let's all take a ride
Lean to the left and slide (the headless boogie)
"Oh yeah, we dug up the finest
Bitches in the graveyard
So come on down
And if you ain't come to get your funk out
Then get the fuck out, bitch"
They all stand straight and swing to the side
No heads, but they feet still glide
Take a step back, twist and dive
I even seen Kurt Cobain get live (blam!)
No heads, but they all funky
And drunk, drinking old Spunky
Don't be shy, everyone's able
Hit the floor, leave your nugget on the table
And kick-step, and when you do kicks off
If you're dead, your legs might fall off
The whole time I can't believe
I can't conceive, I don't wanna leave
I'm kicking into a freak with no head
No face, but the rest is straight
She's with it, I hit it like a G
Her back fell off, eww, excuse me
Zombies, mummies, and Frankenstein
Drinkin 'cisco disco dead wine
Dead stiffs coming through the door
Head, speakers, and limbs on the floor
I'm getting drunk, I wanna be down, what's up
I wanna be the headless clown
They pulled out the jigsaw and got raw
And that ended it all, I did the headless boogie
"Hey yo, fuck that voodoo moshing, bitch
You come and freak it with the real dead juggalos
So come on by and we'll cut your nugget off

Ticket please, thanks, walk through the door
Into the Halls Of Illusions, visit yours
And see what coulda and shoulda and woulda been real
But you had to fuck up tha whole deal
"Lets take a walk down the hallway
It's a long way it, it takes all day!"
And when you get to tha end, you'll find a chair
With straps and chains, we slap you in there
Lock you down tight so you can't move a thread
And pull your eyelids up over your head
Cuz you're about to witness an illusionary dream
It's just to bad it ain't what it seems
You walk in and see two kids on the floor
They playin Nintendo and he's got tha high score
And sittin behind them chillin in a chair
Is your wife, when ya look, oh, you ain't there
It's some other man in the hand in hand
Now she looks so happy you don't understand
See this is an illusion, it never came true
All because of you!
Back to reality and what you're about
Your wife can't smile cuz ya knocked her teeth out
And she can't see straight from gettin hit
Cuz you're a fat fuckin drunk piece of shit
But it's all good here, come have a beer
I'll break the top off it and shove it in ya ear
And you're death comes wicked painful and slow
At tha hands of MILENKO!
Great Milenko, wave your wand
Don't look now, your life is gone
This is all because of you
What you got yourself into
Look who's next it's Mr. Clark
The dirty old man from the trailer park
You got your ticket? Thanks take your coat off
And later on, why not, I'll rip your throat off
"Lets take a walk down the hallway
It's a long way it, it takes all day"
And when you get to the end you'll find a chair
You see all the blood, yeah your boy was just here
We get all different kind of people comin through
Richies, chickens and bitches just like you
In the Halls everybody gets a turn
To sit and witness your illusion before you burn
What do we have here, oh yeah, no way
It looks like your kids and they okay
Your daughter's chillin up in college top grade
And your son's a fuckin doctor, phat paid
They got families and kids and it's all good
They even coach little league in the neighborhood
Is this true have ya really seen tha holy ghost?
Nah, bitch, not even close!
Back to reality your son's on crack
And your daughter's got nut stains on her back
And they both fuckin smell like shit
And live in the gutter and sell crack to each other
When they were kids you'd beat em and leave em home
And even whip em with the cord on the telephone
And that reminds me man hey ya gotta call
Watch your step to Hell...it's a long fall!
Ah, it's time to pack up and move to the next town
But we forgot Mr. Bigot, okay, dig it
We can't show you an illusion cuz we're all packed

Fuck! Damnit! Another Halloween.
People on Military know what this means.
Houses on fire, they're blowin up cars.
Creatures in the streets, and razor blades in candy bars.
I went to trick-or-treat the first house on my block,
Spit in my face and gave my a rock.
I tried to give it back and said "I'll take nothing instead."
Turned around and walked away and felt the rock peg me in the head
Walked to the next house directly next door
There I saw an old woman dead on the floor
I said "Excuse me miss, but do you have a treat?"
She lifted her leg and scrapped flakes off her dead feet
I ran to the next house happy and giddy
And there i seen a fat woman holding up her titty
I said, "Trick-or-treat." she sad "Treat-or-trick."
And squeezed on her titty until it.......fuck it that's too sick
Next house up was sittin back in the woods
I was a lil frightened but fuck I want the goods
I knocked on the door I heard a knock back
And then i heard "COME ON IN" and yo I'm like FUCK DAT!
This house belongs to Mrs. Cherry Spoon
She said, "Drop your drawls and your treat is coming soon."
I quickly grew a stiffy, but kept my eyes shut
A hand came out the mail chute and flicked me in the nuts
I wobbled to the next house ready for the worst
And chillin in the drive was a long black hurst
I rang the door bell and said "Is anybody home."
"Of course little biy have a sugar coated kidney stone."
I walked throught the field, and to the next crib
Her friendliness could only be in her cooking bib
I said "How bout some candy." she said "How bout instead,
A nice hot fresh home made loaf of yeast infection bread."
My bag's gettin heavy so I rest on the curb
And riding on his bike her comes little Larry Shurb
I snuck up behind him and kicked him off his seat
I punched him in the neck, and power bombed him in the street
Now my bag of candy has doubled in size
Up to the next house for my scary prize
I'm like trick-or-treat, trick treat tricky dick
he opened up his door slapped my lips and didn't give me shit
Rock through his window and ran across the street
To the Dayton Mansion I'm in for a treat
I dinged on the dong, and here comes the butler
A big gumpy tall ass lurch lookin ma'fucka
I said "Hello Mr. is there somethin for my sack?"
He reached in his pocket but I think he hurt his back
It's taking him an hour, my bag is open ready
But then he finally dropped it in my sack, a fuckin penny
The next house is abandonded so forget it
But wait a minute, I think somebody's livin in it
I ran up to the door "Trick-or-treat, you can't hide"
It was a crackhead, he crawled in my bag and died
The next house is mine the last on the block
My mother's sitting on the porch shinning up hr glock
I climbed on the roof with my brother Jump Steady

Oh, you'll never guess what's up
My fucking head blew up
My chins in an old man's backyard
I gotta sneak threw his yard
To find the motherfucker
And he's gotta pitbull dog
And it's sitting on my chin like a frog on a log
I throw a bone to try to distract
Cuz I'm wanting my chinny-chin-chin back
I'll never be one to boast
But there's my tongue hanging off the lightpost
Cuz my head exploded
And my brains unloaded
All over this beautiful city
Teeth and bones to the nitty gritty
There's my eyeball stuck to the wall
Right next to my splattered jaw
I don't dig this game
Chasing my brains all through the sewer drains
My head's all over the block
Cuz I done went lunatick-tock tick-tock
Come on, dawg, what's wrong with my head?
It blew apart but I still ain't dead
I get no respect
I got nothing but guts hanging off my neck
But I'll still chilling
Even with my blood and guts all over the ceiling
I'm chillin', I'm illin'
With my guts all over the ceiling
[Chorus X4] I'm chillin, I'm illin
With my guts all over the ceiling
Oh, you'll never guess what's up
My mucking back blew up
If you come across a spine
Best believe it's mine
Oh, forget about my tongue
Cuz vato can't breathe without no lungs
I lost both of mine
Now that's an item that I wouldn't mind to find
But forget about dat
Cuz I'm roaming the streets with a splattered back
I'm trying to rap to this freak
But she can see my ribs all in the street
Then the chit-chat went dead
She noticed that I ain't got no head
Shhh, I think I hear my heart
But damn, it got hit by a Smark bus
And landed in Pontiac
So I tell my mellow to send it back
Come on, wined and my back blow up
Look for my guts, look for my guts
I gotta call from Nate the Mack
Says he might of found part of my back
Then bring it on over, ace
I got slabs all over the place
But I'm still chillin'
Even with my blood and guts all over the ceiling
[Chorus X4]
You'll never guess what's up
Ahh, I'm down on my luck
Got no head
Said I got no head
Southwest ghetto zone
It done fried my brain

The jump off one summer night i noticed my shoes was fittin wrong
My feet was all the sudden a half an ich too long
I jumped in my car and though "now who the fuck was in my seat,
Fuckin with my lever and re-adjustin my mirrors"
I stopped to get a slurpee and i noticed i was floodin' in my jeans;
Getting back in my car, i split my ass seam
My shit ain't hardly fitting anymore, fucked up detergent or
I'm growin bigger than motherfuckin dinosaur
Got out the car and had to duck to get in shaggy's place
You should have seen the fuckin look up on his painted face
He said "holy fuckin shit, i don't know if you knowin
But you growin and it's obviously showin, homie"
Watch where you fall down, watch where you fall down
Watch where you fall down, watch where you fall down
And now i'm growin again, and i'm growin again,
Now i'm growin again, and i'm growin again
The next day i woke up, shaggy's three dogs were trippin on me
Laid out on his couch a smooth nine foot three
They don't fuckin love me no more, i stand up
And put a hole in shaggy's ceilin with my big ass nug
The dogs ran, shaggy's like, "holy fuck, don't move!
First thing you gotta fuckin do is do not move!
We need to get you out the house before you fuck my shit up!"
I had to crawl through the hall into the front yard, then get up
I'm lookin through the eyes of a twelve foot tall man
Don't feel any different though i could use a tall can
I'm growin every hour and the reason's unknown
Now i'm sitting on your home with my feet on your lawn, damn
Watch where you fall down, watch where you fall down
Watch where you fall down, watch where you fall down
And now i'm growin again, and i'm growin again,
Now i'm growin again, and i'm growin again
To me, SUVs and sedans, they're like pop can
A little bit heavier but tin in my hand
Shaggy's chillin on my shoulder in a custom made basket
"i'm tryin to ride with my boy in this bitch, and outlast it"
I try to stay in one place, it ain't no use in hidin
Hella choppers beamin with coppers on all sides
And the media, government are offerin jobs
World press, scientists, all swarming with this mob all around us
"fuck it J, you only gettin bigger, dog
You and me, right now homie go for a jog
We've been sittin here lettin them observe us and for what?
I say you tell 'em fuck the world and throw the lotus up"
Now i'm runnin, every step is 32 miles
Shakin' the earth, turnin buildings into piles
And i'm runnin, crushin trees like blades of grass
My head's above the clouds, all they see is my ass
And i'm runnin, 600 mile an hour wind gust
Footsteps explosions, three day of dust
And i'm runnin' i can still hear shaggy on the megaphone
"keep keep keepin' on! don't stop! come on!"
And i'm runnin through states in two step or less
Through the oceans, and don't even be getting my nuts wet
And i'm runnin, finally gravity took me away
I ran right off the planet into the black of outer space and i'm runnin
Watch where you fall down, watch where you fall down
Watch where you fall down, watch where you fall down
And now i'm growin again, and i'm growin again,

Ghetto freak show Ghe Ghe Ghetto Freakshow
Ghetto freak Ghe Ghetto Freakshow
It's three o'clock in the morning and you're sleeping
Wicked clowns in the moonlight creeping
Slide through your window under your bed
Crawl in through your ear, eat your head
Bumping into bones cuz I need light
Tip-toeing down through your windpipe
Climbing down your spine was the fun part
Looky looky and I think I see your fucking heart
Uh huh so I'm stabbing like it ain't nothing
Wicked clown cut his way out your belly button
I'm like a vulture waiting in a dark place
Swooping down and I'm picking at your dead face
I'm sick but you don't know the whole deal
No one ever loved me and they never will
Bitch, I take you out on a blind date
But then they find you dead under a wooden crate
Rapped in a bag deep in the woods
Cause my mother always said I was no good
Locked me in a closet, fed me dog shit
Well, I'm out now, so motherfucker watch it
The insanity's grip will never let go
Here's your chance to a glimpse of a ghetto freak show
I'm a freak show coming to your house
Standing at your porch, chewing on a dead mouse
I'm looking like a fly so you swat me
Keep chasing me even though you got me
So what you wanna do to a ghetto thug
First you starve me and feed me them fuckin' drugs
Turn me into a wicked, wicked cat
I'm coming to your house, so catch ya catch ya clown
Gotta have a fucking throat, hatchet once, hatchet twice
Gotta have the governor, the richer fucker, pay the price
Driving with your woman, that's sweet
Never even know I'm in the back seat
Chat chit-chat about the weather
But then I slam they fucking heads together
Is it jealousy, they never loved me
So now I'm ripping out your guts and it's ugly
I'm trapped, don't wanna be a rich man
Not a poor man, I need my own land
Because the rich man be stressing all the dumb stuff
They cut there fucking wrists if the grass ain't green enough
Right there in your face, you can't tag it
Just found out your son is a faggot
Dick-sucking, butt-fucking homo man
If ya stressing then you better talk to mojo man
Insanity's grip will never let go
Here's your chance to catch a glimpse of a ghetto freak show
Ahaha, Violent J, the Ghetto Freak Show
He's still alive
The ultimate amazing freak show
Is here on the Carnival of Carnage
Line up and see him
Lived years in the slums
And he's still alive to tell about
Line up and see him
He's nasty, he's disgusting
He's filthy, he is a freak show
And you can see him live at the
Carnival of Carnage
You, young man
You look like you could use a viewing
Of a good freak show
Line up, bring your sister, your brother
And see the ghetto freak show

I punch bitches in their fake titties (He Does)
I got warrants in like 8 cities (He does)
I like to murder those provokin (he does)
I swing quick, and leave a motherfucker's throat hangin open
I drink the blood of a street rat (he does)
Yo, Monox Boogie where tha weed at
I got 18 plus speed (uh huh)
With a plus 2 dagger from the Tomb of Horrors, D&D;
(We cave heads in wit a brick) We Do
We fuck hotties with tha same dick (we do)
(We eat power lines and generators) We do
One time we shut detroit city off for like 11 hours
(We the wickedest believe that) We do
Stevie Wonder-Bra can see that (shit he do)
(We'll rip your head off) and swing it by the hair
(Until we get blood everywhere) Motherfucker getcha wicked on
We know you hate who we are, but even in Shangri-La
A wicked Clown gotta get they WICKED ON
(JD the Weedman with the Juggalo Crip Walk)
I'll drive a tank through your high school (he does)
I let the carnival high rule (he does)
I get sick like a crime story (he does)
Motherfucker this tha Southwest Side Ghetto Territory
I can make a fist with your neck in it (he can)
I need my medication every 20 minutes (he does)
I store dead bodies all up under my house
And every night I hear 'em runnin they mouth gettin wicked on me
(Day-days on my black hearse) We do
Clown Love Juggalos First (they do)
(Red and black skullcaps everywhere)
With tha fresh face paint and the Twiztid hair
(We find peace at the graveyard) We do
Me and the Wraith sit and play cards (they do)
(So move out of our way) and get out of our path

"Yo, 2 Dope, man, check this out, man
You know what the word on the streets is, dawg
The word on the streets is that you a bitch
What's up with that, man?"
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Motherfuckers tweek, gotta tweek while ya tweek
Golley guy's rhythm, cuz me on mic, my on meek
Get off me, dog, before I sting your chin
I let my nutsac flap in the wind
Cuz I'm 2 Dope, clown loco G,
And it's one chop, two boing, boom chop three
In the melon, in the back of the melon
One black, two black eyeballs swelling
Always back with stickin, taking back what's more to lordy
Sippin on the blunt, puffing on the 40
Or the O-Z, muthafuck me
Fuck Stuart Frankie, they call me
Jelly jello boy cuz my nutsac jiggles
And when it's cold out, my nutsac shrivles
And crawls at my booty all warm and snug
And gets chased out by the booty hole bug
Goddamn, I ain't who I am
I'm always fucking fat bitches named Pam
Nineteen years of breathing smog
Has got me mental
So get off me, dog!...
[Chorus (14x)]

"Wicked...W-Wicked." "B-Bitch."
"Wicked...W-Wicked." "B-Bitch."
"Wicked...W-Wicked." "B-Bitch."
"Wicked...W-Wicked." "B-B-B-B-Bitch. Bitch-B-Bitch."
Well, it's on. It's on like neden hoe fuck
I'm 2 Dope and I'm fuckin' drunk
Walked in the joint with my nuts hangin' out my drawers
Yo, SUCK MY BALLS!
All I wanna do is choke a bitch
Roll up a jimmy and smoke the bitch
I dropped outta school and I quit my job
All I wanna be is a fat, fuckin' slob
'cause I don't care about none of y'all bitches!
Shut the fuck up and drop ya britches ("B-Bitch.")
'cause I'm cloggin' a bank! {"A bank!"}
So I don't give a fuck about what none of y'all thank
When I do a show, I wreck the place
I run around the stage kickin' bitches in the face
'cause I ain't nothin' soft,
so you and your boys can straight FUCK OFF!!!
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
You can suck my nutsac, yo
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
You can shake, you're dime-stank though
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
You can kiss my ass, ya punk bitch!
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
Yo, fuck you and ya Momma ain't shit!
"Uh, Pizza Boy Pizza."
"I want a large, extra cheese pizza."
"Pick-up or delivery."
"Delivery!"
"Okay, your address?"
"Yeah, it's near the high school. 232 FUCK OFF!!"
When I was eight, I was on crack
I had Ms. Pella trained on the back
Fuckin' after school every day
I turned that old bitch's neden hairs gray ("He-he-he.")
'cause the Dope is all that!
My Mother's a witch and my Daddy's a hunchback
and nobody could fuck wit' me
I used to drive a hearse to school, G,
with a stiff hangin' out the back
Bitch, you wouldn't know shit about that!
But there's one thing that I hate
It's always been hard for me to find a date ("AHHHHH!") {"B-Bitch."}
'cause I show up nice and neat
AND THEN STRANGLE 'EM IN THE BACK SEAT! ("He-he-he!")
'Cause if you know, the Shaggs ain't soft
If you don't like it you can FUCK OFF!!!
"What's up? Violent J, the Southwest Juggala.
You-know-what-I'm-sayin'? I walk into a bitch's house,
walk up to they Mom, grab 'em by the face and say 'Fuck off!'"
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
You and your Momma can suck my dick!
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
You can shake your bitch-ass quick
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
I could give a fuck less, G
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
'Cause you ain't worth shit to me!
Violent J, the mothafuckin', blood-suckin' vampire
Please stomp on my head 'cause it's on fire!
I got another funky rhyme so let me kick it
NAH! FUCK OFF, BITCH! THIS IS MY RECORD! ("B-Bitch.")
I walk up like a mental case
and start throwin' left hooks at ya face
I won't mix no rap with rock-n-roll
like somebody else I know. {"B-Bitch."}
Bitch boy, you can suck my sack
and after that you can kiss my asscrack
And freaks, you ain't all that
Titties ain't shit but sacs are fat! ("Bitch!")
'Cause if you really wanna know what I think,
I think your neden stank like a fish tank
So in the early cracks of dawn,
take your two fat sacks of shit and get the fuck on!
("He-he, he-HE-he-he!")
Best leave me a dollar for Faygo, bitch,
or I'ma have to bust you in your fuckin' lips! ("Ha-ha-ha!")
Next time you think I'm soft,
I hope you remember to FUCK OFF!!!
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
All you bitches hate me anyways..
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
... so you can suck my nuts all day!
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
You can lick my nutsac, Tiffy!
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
Yo, you can suck my fuckin' dick!
"I'll say one thing, baby.
When Carol said you were a cooky nympho cunt,
she sure as hell wasn't kidding.
Well, that's it 'til next time, bitch!"
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU! ("FUCK OFF, BITCH!")
{"Ya-know what I'm sayin'?"}
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
{"I-C-P's in tha mothafuckin' neck town!"}
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU! ("YOU CAN SUCK MY ASS!")
{"Ha-ha-ha!"}
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
{"Peace to Atlanta, you-know-what-I'm-sayin'?"}
{"Blitz in the mothafuckin' house!"} ("YEAH, MOTHAFUCKA!")
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
{"Atlanta, GA, you-know-what-I'm-sayin'? Toledo!"}
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
("WOOO-HOOO!")
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
{"Mothafuckin' Lexington."} ("YEAH! FUCK OFF!")
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
{"Mothafuckin'... you-know-what-I'm sayin'?"}
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
{"Mo'fuckin', uh... you-know-what-I'm sayin'?"}
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
("FUCK OFF!") {"Fuck off, man!"}
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
FUUUUUUCCCCKKK OFFFFFFFFF!
Fuck off!

[Violent J]
One for the maggots, punk gets light
Everytime his crew gets into a fight
If I somehow get stomped and kicked
I'm coming for your ass with an ice pick, prick
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
One for the maggots, two for the bitch
Three for the brick that smacks your lips
Cuz you's a sneaky creepy ho
So don't fuck around no more, yo
[Violent J]
One for the maggots, weak ass pets
Who sell out they boys for a bitch they just met
And then try to come crawling back
Bitch, you can juggle my nutsac, ho
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
One for the maggots, punk, fuck you
Trying to be like everybody that you ever knew
Trying to be somebody that you not
Bitch, that's how ya get shot

Jump
Smile! I'ma blow a hole in your neck
And leave you standing there looking stupid like Beck
Everybody jumps to the juggalo sound
Fuck outta here if you ain't down with the clown
Fuck rednecks, dum diddy dum
Barrels in your mouth, shreds your toungue
Everybody jumps to the juggalo sound
Fuck outta here if you ain't down with the clown
Fuck Gene Simmons, you make me sick
'Psycho Circus' you stole my shit!
Spit your blood out and do your dance
But I'ma kick that ass through your leather pants
Fuck 'Palooza, big festivals
We'll never sell out with you bitch-ass hoes
Everybody jumps to the Juggalo Sound
Fuck outta here if you ain't down with the clown
Everybody razed on the East Side (RIZE!)
Everybody razed on the West Side (RIZE!)
Everybody razed on the North Side (RIZE!)
South Side (RIZE!)
Everybody (RIZE!)
Everybody razed on the East Side (RIZE!)
Everybody razed on the West Side (RIZE!)
Everybody razed on the North Side (RIZE!)
South Side (RIZE!)
Everybody (RIZE!)
Fuck money, I was raised up without shit
That's how I'll die, that's how I like it
Everybody Jumps to the juggalo sound
Fuck outta here if you ain't down with the clown
I SCREAAAAAMM! I make towers shatter
I hooped the moon through the rings of Saturn
Everybody Jumps to the juggalo sound
Fuck outta here if you ain't down with the clown
I say what I want, whatever I feel
Fuck your big contract record deal
Paper ain't shit youse amongst the dead
Dark Carnival, Alakoompahed
Fuck Videos, and radio play
Fuck shit, suck my dick all day
Everybody Jumps to the juggalo sound
Fuck outta here if you ain't down with the clown
Suck my dick
Micheal Eisler can suck my dick
If he's got some kind of problem with my shit
Everybody Jumps to the juggalo sound
Fuck outta here if you ain't down with the clown
"I'm just a FAGOT!" (Korn) "FAGOT!" Yeah,
They call you that 'cuz you act like a bitch
Everybody Jumps to the juggalo sound
Fuck outta here, FUCK OUTTA HERE!
Fuck skin color, everybody's blue
Then what would all these bigots do?
Instead of your tone, they'd hate your size
That's why I must poke out all of their eyes
ICP (yeah), we roam alone
Ever since inner city ghetto zone
Everybody Jumps to the juggalo sound
FUCK OUTTA HERE IF YOU AIN'T DOWN WITH THE CLOWN!

Spread your wings
Flying over frozen mountains
Crystal rivers and geizer fountains
Drifting above China's Mystic Forest
Float with the breeze and cross seas to shores
Deserts, cactus, and tumbleweed
Irish meadows and fields of green
Glide through cities of brick and stone
Broken arrows of ancient Rome
Fly with me
Come on and fly with me
Come on and fly with me
Come on and fly with me
Come on and fly with me
Won't you come fly with me?
Come on and fly with me
Come on and fly with me
Everybody
Haunted woodlands, forbidden trails
Dusts that was caves and O.K. Corrals
Castle halls, underwater falls
Pyramids crumble when nature calls
Skies of blue become black with stars
Lightning bugs kept within jars
Sand moves slowly through the hour glass
Wings spread, we can all fly last
Everybody come and fly away
You must believe that you can fly away
Spread your wings and come and fly away
Just believe that you will fly away
Rock will melt, coal crystalize
The clouds and skylines materialize
Wings spread take flights over northern lights
Wolves howl over blood-red moonlit nights
We're Kings and Queens within our dreams
The sky rains down into ruby rings
Oceans river lakes and ponds
Lions unicorns birds and ???
Fly with me
Come on and fly with me
Come on and fly with me
Come on and fly with me
Come on and fly with me
Won't you come fly with me?
Come on and fly with me
Come on and fly with me
Everybody
Martians travel to the land of Mecca
Atlantis hidden deep under forever
Iceland golden tombs of pharoah kings
Rainbows sprinkling diamond rings
Voices cry now echo carries
Angels dance with the cryptic fairies
Gates of Afterlife open swiftly
Stay if you wish...
But come fly with me
Everybody come and fly away
(fly with me, come on)
You must believe that you can fly away
(we could fly together, come on)
Spread your wings and come and fly away
(fly with me, come on)
Just believe that you will fly away
(we can fly together)
I'm hoping your imagination (imagination)
Beyond anything conceivable (anything conceivable)
Allow the unbelievable (unbelievable)
To take complete control of your soul (let it take control)
Levitate 3 feet above ground level (3 feet above ground level and raising)
Allow yourself to raise and amaze
Drift higher and higher into the moon's rays, come on
Everybody come and fly away
(fly with me, come on)
You must believe that you can fly away
(we could fly together, come on)
Spread your wings and come and fly away
(fly with me, come on)
Just believe that you will fly away
(we can fly together)
Everybody come and fly away
(fly with me, come on)
You must believe that, you must believe that you can fly away
(we could fly together, come on)
Spread your wings and come and fly fly away
(fly with me, come on)
Just believe that you will fly away
(we can fly together)
Everybody come and fly away
(fly with me, come on)
You must believe that you can fly away
(we could fly together, come on)
Spread your wings and come and fly away
(fly with me, come on)
Just believe that you will fly away

"Got another funky rhyme
Another funky, funky rhyme
Got another funky rhyme
Another funky rhyme
Another funky, funky rhyme"
"Aw shit, man, that's the ICP!!!
This is my jam!!!
I'm on a psychedelic, motherfucking inter-galactic void G!!!
Aw, shit!"
Well, they let the gate up so I bail
It's been six months pick me up from the county jail
With a smart mouth I payed my dues
Steel toilets, worn blankets, and rubber shoes
But I ain't naggin'
Here come the fellas I can hear the muffler draggin'
8 men in the car long
And the Faygo is almost gone
My nuts are kinda hard so I need a mate
So my homeboy's cousin set me up with a blind date
She said "Pick me up at three"
Can't bitch, the bus don't ride your street, ho
We gonna eat at Mexican Village
Take a cab and I'll pay the tab
And when she showed, well, I'll be damned
Left my wallet at home on the TV stand
Have her pay him and for dinner too
The knot in my sock, it done bit you
She's all prettied up for nothing
I'm smelling like shit and my chin is scruffing
And I'm chewing on my food like a pitbull
Cuz I won't front for the ho
Stuck my face in a bowl of soup
And just sucked it all up threw my missin' tooth
The bitch jumped up with a boom
"I have to fix my hair" and broke to the bathroom
She's got the tab, so I go for mine
And order up some '52 vintage wine
Hey, Louie, bring a fuckin' steak with that
Motherfuckers like jail say fuck dat
She's back now and her hair ain't fixed
Probably took a long greasy-ass smelly shit
I ain't saying nothing though
I ain't saying nothing bout the funkin' ho
What's up bitch, I'm ready to break
How long can one fat bitch take?
Quite snacking and pay me saps
Cuz we goin' home to meet her pops
"So Joe, what is that you do for a living?"
"Aww, come on pops, you seen me selling rocks on
Verner and Springwell. Matter fact, I think I sold
to that fat bitch in the kitchen"
Your dad's really cool sweetheart
I mean him letting me use his car
And he slipped me a fifty
Violent J is kinda nifty
If I'd a hit you'd be home through
But now your coming home with me
Dad I gotta bitch in the bedroom
Take your ass to the bar and don't come home soon
Now the juggla's known to smack hoes
But I need the shot too
So I switch to the mack mode
"Now woman, you know I love you
So why don't you just let me fuck you
Now bitch, I know you's a freak
So let me get a little kiss on your cheek
And a fuck to go with that
Come on, nympho, let me hit that
Tell ya what you let me stick it
And I gotta left over piece of chicken for ya
Ya little sewer skank
Ya nasty little pipe-smoking sac-chasing ho
And that was that
A little smooth talking she was on her back
And I'm finally sticking
Dump ya, and I'm eating my chicken
You'll never guess what
My first day out and I caught my nut"

Purged up like a gargoyle waiting up in a tree
Dropped down apon a victim falls so silently
Clown paint with a hoodie my face glows at night
Lurking through shadows all feels so right
Bloodshed on my arms warm as the feeling
Fresh killings never cold but felt so appealin
Death in ones eyes illuminates in moon lights
I stand here a monster and it all feels so right!
And it all feels so right!
And it all feels so right!
Round goes the marrys
Scary am i watching her jogging moon in the sky
Like a spider i wait for my sacrifice
I hate what im doing but it all feels so right!
I sleep with the bats and they tell me storys
We both feed on death and much hated forrests
Sometimes i resist but the urge is to tight
Murders committed and it all feels so right!
And it all feels so right!
And it all feels so right!
One stab to the hungry one
Stab for the we
One stab for the forgotten
One stab for the free
One stab for the laughter
One stab for the strife
Bullets rippin through my body
And it all feels so right!!!
And it all feels so right!!!
And it all feels so right!!!
And it all feels so right!!!
And it all feels so right!!!

I'll go to Alaska, bitch slap a polar bear and take its food
I'll mow the fucking lawn, on a land mine field like what, boom
I'll roll a m-80 up in some papers, and smoke that shit up
I'll share a dirty heroin needle with that dirty bitch Courtney Love
I'll run around the white house lawn, naked and screaming and busting shots at him
I'll scratch my back with a chain saw, oh yeah, got it
I'll walk through Compton alone, in sport Wranglers and a cowboy hat
I'll head-butt a fucking unicorn, come here bitch
I'll stand on a stump, and let you trim my toenails with a axe
I'll sucker punch a gorilla, and then try to run with a banana hanging out my ass
I'll fucking become pen-pals with the unibomber and let him send me packages
I'll drive a ice cream truck through Ethiopia talking about free ice cream sandwiches
[Chorus 2x]
What's the matter, what's the matter
what's the matter, are you scared
what's the matter, what's the matter
tell me are you fearless
I'll let Sam Kinison borrow my car, if he was still around
I'll bungee jump off a crane with only a spaghetti noodle tied on
I'll clinch my butt cheeks shut, while a ruthless alien tryin' to probe me
I'll receive an operation on my eyeball, while riding in a dune buggy
I'll finger fuck a toilet, and French kiss a light socket
I'll pick up a hooker with a deep voice, "Hi, my name is Jenny" Nah, no I wouldn't
I'll take all my clothes off, and run up and bear hug a cactus
I'll sneak up to slick rick and snatch off his eye patch
I'll eat a bowl of cluster bombs and spread jellyfish on my toast
I'll fucking grease my ass up, and sit on top of a flag post
I'll shoot a game of pool, with the grim reaper and then let him beat me
I'll meet Jeffrey Dahmer at some kinda of bar let him take me home and eat me
[Chorus 2x]
Whats the matter, what's the matter
what's the matter, are you scared
what's the matter, what's the matter
tell me are you fearless
I'll through gang signs at the booya tribe up and downs like whut
I'll hunt Michael Jackson's plastic surgeon tell him hey do me up
I'll put my lips on a 81' novas exhaust pipe and smoke that fucker
I'll fuck a chick raw with crabs so big red lobsters trying to catch'em
I'll start a record label and invest everything I got on M.C. Hammer
I'll wear a pink bikini thong and walk right through the slammer
I'll take a chrome desert eagle 45 put it to the dome and dump it
I'll go to a big ass bee hive on a tree, drop my drawers and hump it
[Chorus]
What's the matter, what's the matter
what's the matter, are you scared
what's the matter, what's the matter
tell me are you feared

Why dont you go into the next room and start getting undressed?
What's your pleasure?
Fat Sweaty Betty, the bitch ain't nothing new
Her moms used to babysit me back when we was two
We'd go to the playground and to the skating rink
And we'd go under the bleachers and she'd let me hit the stank, well uh
She moved across town and never came back
Until the other day, I seen her at the Chicken Shack
She said her name was Betty, I can't believe this shit
The sexy little girl is now a fat sweaty beeitch
She said, "Hey, J, tell me how you've been?"
She had a piece of chicken gizzard stuck to her chin
I told her, "Hold still," and flicked it off her face and said,
"Betty, oh, Betty, what you say we leave this place?"
I took her back to the crib and hit it all night
I let my fingers run across the rip of cellulite
EWW! It was nasty, but I don't let it bother me
She rolled over, fucking knocked the wind out of me
I couldn't breathe, she wouldn't stop, I'm almost dead
I took the lamp, and bust it on her fucking head
We got dressed, I gave her a little kiss goodbye
Fat Sweaty Betty, My fat sweaty pumpkin pie
Fat Sweaty Betty
Tell me when you're ready
Big fat slop of shit people call Betty
Flabs of fat on her back, her neck...sweaty
Boogers running down her nose all over her lips
Can't tell the difference from her titties to her hips
But fuck all that, 'cuz I wanna see the neden
I had to see the cat, the cheesey cheena cheden
Rode my bike to her house, "Hey yo, Betty lemme in
I'm packing some snack cakes, bitch lemme in."
I can hear her coming down the stairs
She opened up the door in her motherfucking underwears
UUGGHH!! Shit, fuck that I'm turning back
But no, the door shut, and shes going for the cake snacks
I said, "Relax, hoe, I'm here, I'm bu-si-ness
you can have the candy, first you gotta wait a bit
I need a favor, come on, Betty, drop them drawls."
AHH!! I knew it, Betty had balls
Oh, no, here comes that ass
From the top of the dresser with the yokazuna splash
I wish I never came, oh boy do I wish
See Fat Sweaty Betty, the sweaty fat bitch
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
I know you like spaghetti
I know you like spaghetti
So tell me when you're ready, baby
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
Tell me when you're ready
Tell me when you're ready for a cheeseburger, pizza pie, TV dinner, chicken
baby
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
I gets it all, I gets it all for ya, baby
I work at Farmer Jack on the dinner floor, baby
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
I bring it home, I cook it in a microwave
I feeds it to ya, just let me get some stanky skins
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
'Cuz I don't care, I wanna hit the cellulite
I hit the cellulite for a turkey meal delight
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
'Cuz I don't care, you know I'm not afraid to cook
Take off your shoes and let me lick your dirty foot
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
I'll rub you down, I'll rub you down the right way
I hear a buzzer, apple pie's in the microwave
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
I work at Farmer Jack, I work at A & P
And yes I do, my heavy baby wanna be with me
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
Ya wanna be with me, ya wanna be with me
Ya want some chilli cheese fries in a ???
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
You gotta wait, wait 'till the time is right
Let me count the purple bubbles in your cellulite
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
You want some Burger King, you want some Hungry Jack
You want some jelly beans, you want a scooby snack
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
You want some Dominoes, you want a Milky Way
You gotta kick it to the sugar daddy Violent J
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
You want some Lucky Charms, you want some mashed potatoes
Let me hit the skins now and I'll feed you later
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
Because I know, I know you want a Lunchable
Something crunchable, something munchable
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
How 'bout some Taco Bell, how 'bout a pizza slice
How bout some chicken fingers and a bowl of Minute Rice

I tried to visit Shaggy, I stepped up off of my porch
And it was dark as fuck I couldn't see, not even with a torch
I hear the streets talkin, and they aware of my move
They whisperin, and swingin, from the trees above
I hear the loons
I try to jog a little, crow eyes, glow like cats
Demonic zombies runnin' up on me, I slap 'em with the bat
But my eyes keep bleedin', from the rays of the darkness
They powerful, and burn you somethin heartless (uh!)
I hear a giant thumpin'
Some kind of ogre, or somethin'
I see the phatom screamin, as this giant behemoth, is comin'
And it swung at me, I felt a rip my head went spinnin'
Flippin and rollin, and finally landed in position
I could see my body, still standin, headless as fuck
It finally fell, but what the hell, still got my nugget, but I'm stuck
I can't move, fuck i'm only a face, why even try
On top of that, it's a centipede crawlin' in my eye
I wanna die
Everyday I die
(Back to the start, another try)
I got the time so why should't I?
(I got too much time on my hands)
I tried to visit J, I walked out into the cold
I see they don't collect they dead, they all up over the road
And some, are fully rotted
And some, they must've just spotted
I seen a headless body that resembles J's, but I doubt it
I seen a centaur, I threw a pitch fork at it above
I watch it fall into a bloody patch of bodies and blood
I'm fuckin' 'bout to hurl, I close my eyes and walk on
It's giant crows swoopin at me, got me, carry me on
I cut it's claws, with the hatchet, I keep in my hand
Even in hell, you best believe, I keep the hatchet in my hand
And as I'm fallin' now, I see the witches right on my chest
With its claws on my neck, screamin' I shoulda confessed
I slammed down into an iron gate, a demon statue near me
Four points stickin out my chest, I'm hangin there dearly
And the hungry goblins, they gotta fire beneath me
They cookin' my legs, to make myself eat me
I wanna die
Everyday I die
(Back to the start, another try)
I got the time so why should't I?
(I got too much time on my hands)
(I got too much time on my hands)
(I got too much time on my hands)
(I got too much time on my hands)
(I got too much time on my hands)
Everyday I die
(Back to the start, another try)

Imagine a place that exists beyond, a place that's seldom seen
((A place that even the wickedest souls that burned have never been))
{There was a soul named Damien, he was nothing heaven could save}
((Instead he was cast to the flames of Hell to serve an eternal grave))
(Even in the Afterlife, things don't always go as planned)
((As Satan's throne sees ??, it's hectic and over jammed))
{Damien burned his spot in hell right until his dying day}
So the wagons took his sorry soul and taunted him all the way
((They finally reached that resting place, an endless pit of fire))
(But Damien had escaped through the back door of Satan's lair)
((Out the back entrance of hell but with nowhere else to hide))
His hell is just a tomb, resting in the Echo Side.
Underneath the shadows of the other side of time
If there is a hell then there must be a behind
You can take me to the ghetto land move everything and back
Take me from the Echo Side and never bring me back
Damien ran as far as he could before his legs began decaying
((There were many dead trees, a blood red sky, and headless children playing))
(A wicked man with a long black toungue saw Damien's legs were dead)
So he laid on top of Damien, and then licked the back of his neck and said...
"Fuck the Devil, fuck that shit.
We believe in life legit
If you're hearing what we say,
Why yuu throw your soul away?" - Save me from the darkest corner
Underneath the shadows of the other side of time
If there is a hell then there must be a behind
You can take me to the ghetto land move everything and back
Take me from the Echo Side and never bring me back
(Take me to the netherland and bury me in black)
Save me from the darkest corner
{Damien called for many hours, in puddles of blood he lay}
Tortured by everything he saw, yet wishing along the way
((His arms decayed and fell off his body as he rolled along the floor))
{Still trying not to look back, as if something else was in store}
(The clouds above were dark and hot yet dripping with blood rain)
((The ground infested with rodents, that crawled throughout his veins))
{As Damien laid in Echo Side, Hell's screams could still be heard}
The blood red sky would flicker with the tourturing that occured
(Thinking back, he had escaped; every scream he heard he laughed)
The headless children pointed and urinated in his wrath
((He finally saw some fortress gates, so he quickly rolled into it))
These red gates were the front doors of hell...he never knew it. heh heh
(Chanting)
Underneath the shadows of the other side of time
If there is a hell then there must be a behind
You can take me to the ghetto land move everything and back

This one goes out to the ninjas
Thats been down since Carnival of Carnage
Nah, fuck that, since Dog Beats
Nah, fuck that, since Basement Cuts, motherfucker
How long will the juggalos be down with me?
How long till they forget me? Check it out
What if I grew another fucking head?
And his name was Violent Ed?
And he head butt me every time I cussed?
I would need two microphones when I bust
Would you show me love even with another head
Or would you be like, "Fuck you and Ed"?
Or what if I sold out like a bitch?
And took the make-up off and went soft?
Called myself Detroit Southwest Lover
And put my ugly ass face on the album cover
With R & B top ten hits
And we had Jodeci singing all over our shit (aaahhhh!!!!)
Fuck that, though, yo, I'm a juggalo
So don't forget me like you did with Menudo
What about when the world's like fuck us kill us, what will you be? (down)
What about when I'm 103, what will you be? (down, down)
What about when the world's like fuck us kill us, what will you be? (down)
What about when the carnival comes to your town? (i'm a be down with the clown)
How long will you be down with a ghetto puppet
I say I'm sick in the nugget and you love it
I ate a dead body, I ain't proud of it
I told you all about it, and you all applauded (HEY!!)
I got problems, I'm haunted by a carnival
I could run and tell a doctor, but what for
I just put it on tape with a fat beat
And make a quick buck, I'm like fuck
I could of came out sportin some Hammer pants
Kick-steppin with Shaggs, and tryin to dance
Making mom happy, keeping it soft
I'd rather grab my dick and tell your mom to fuck off!
I know then you'd probably start to trip
And swing at me, but hit Violent Ed in the lip
Look I don't even know what I'm trying to say
Just don't forget me like you did with Rob Base
I'm a be down, I'm a be down

Yeah what you need?
Yeah let me get a large order of fries and uh
No fries
Excuse me?
No fries man
Oh, well must be out then
Alright then give me a large double slam and...
Nope
What?
Can't do it
Why not?
No meat?
No meat man damn
Alright then, I'll take a salad then
Better grow yourself one
Whats that?
We aint got no damn salad man
Ah, well then what the hell do you have?
We got the Dogbeats
Oh yeah the Dogbeats huh?
Alright, then I'll take an order of that to go then
Inner City Posse's got the Dogbeats
ICP we got the Dogbeats
No you don't stop with the funk from the old days
Start on your head as the beat plays
Yo, the ICP has got the Dogbeast
Inner City Posse and were playin for keeps
And I know you likin' this funk
Cuz I can hear my voice commin out your trunk
Of your ride, don't take me for a sucker
You leavin unattended I'm a take the mutha fucker
2 to the D to the o-p-e
Hittin 03 with the ICP
I like bass, treble, and the test up
Throw kick it in the back of a Sector Bus
With that 40-O, or thats trouble
Shootin' craps in the back of the liquar store
And I'm hittin, and we'll keep it at that
You out Joe?
Nope, 2 Dope at that
Rollin and I'm headin for the Clark Park
Just finished shootin 8 with the dark shark
Seen the freak with the bright white tank top
Keep rollin cuz I know I'll see my bank drop
Homeboy if you want to keep your riches
Stay the hell away from them more money
From the truck to the bikers to the jeeps
The ICP has got the Dogbeats
Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-yeah
Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-Yeah
Street lights glearin off the windshield
Mear coke crackers on the general wheel
6 Pack in the back and a dousand
Keep the sounds up find skate 1 thousand
2 Dope gotta keep his own style
Home made kicken box 4 tendance Posse
ICP make the whole car hop
When we let the bass drop
Inner Citty Posse's got the bad rep
Like my man on the cruches took a big step
And I can't stand the neighborhood menace
So I swell his chin like Rocky Denice
Bass in the car somethin stacks
I now hear me roamin them Pontiacs
Everyone's brittle when the bass rocks
So I got a little somethin in the glovebox
Long black hair with the white rag
40 cent Faygo in a brown bag
Jump Steady, Rude Boy, and Nate The Mack
Chillen by my side cuz my Posse's stacked
I know I'm gettin famous just think for a minute
Stole the car radio and my tape was in it
Sounds bringin life to the streets
The ICP got the Dogbeats
Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-yeah
Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-Yeah
Inner City Posse got the Dogbeats
Is in the house
Waiten at the light as my bass thumps
And I'm gettin jocked by these local chumps
They point, they wave, they stare, they look
I been jocked so hard I could write a book
Violent J down with the pimp daddy's
Smooth plushc rides in the velvet caddy's
All the way live down Jefferson
Inner City Posse's got the best of them
With a tape and your system beat
ICP has got the Dogbeats
Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-yeah
Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-Yeah
Inner City Posse got the Dogbeats

Smack that bitch right across the lips
Cause she aint nothin but a filthy bitch
Beat the freak in the head with a cinder block
Blackin her eyes your lunatic tock
Cause i really dont gives a fuck
Except when im tryin to put her in the book
Shit i aint sayin nothin
Sombody left there load in her bellybutton
How you gonna say you love that
When her breathe be smellin like somonebodys nutsack
I outta smack you in your fucking head
Should of shot that bitch in the bag with nut stains
But you nothin but a pogo tryin to fall in love but you cant love a yoyo
She will run and fuck then come right back then i greet her at the door with a smack
Cause im psycho swingin till you hit her singin
I think yous a dumbass bitch
In a minute he aint even gonna want the shit
You needa shut your stuck up mouth
Cause your pussy aint worth the walk to your house
Im tired of the dooky lies you know your dream about his ugly ass face between your thighs
Because you think it feels nice all he wants to do is smack your ass once or twice
And make your buttcrack jiggle and stick his little ding a ling in the middle
I suppose you can wait for a weddin but aint nothin wrong with givin up a little neden
But if you really wanna hold on to the couchy atleast let him stick his nuts in your booty
Or ill wear somthin else out like maybe let him chill with his nuts in your mouth
But if not well thats alright because he will just fuck some other bitch tonight
2 Dope is the mother fuckin shit
You know what im sayin?
Bitches be linein up to get a glense of his nuts
And stick em in there butts
But only the nastyest uglyest southwest sewer skanks be gettin doin the nasty with the mother fuckin shaggy
Roll up on your chocolate tie and smoke that shit until you die
Biggity puffin on the sess takin off her dress
Slap her titties up and down do they bounce? (yes)
Good get some redbull and pour it in her bootie hole
Did she yell what the fuck? (yes) you did it right
So turn the bitch over and punch her in the eye
Some bitches like this but i dont know why
But some will hit you back you must watch out for that
Cause if you with a gangsta bitch you aint gettin jack (aww)
How to keep your nut shh i have a secret
But if imma tell you youve got to promise to keep it
Get you some Faygo and pour it in a bowl
And let your nuts soak in it (what?) just kiddin (ohh)
That is all your lession for today
If you cant get it right yous a punk ass bitch!
Wicked klowns mutha fucker Violent J 2 Dope
Know what im sayin? check it mutha fucker

"J, do you have a Halloween story for the class?"
"Y-y-yeah, um, there was this boy, and he lived in his house,
and he went to bed one day, and then when he woke up, um,
when he woke up, he was buried up to his head in the dirt,
and he couldn't move, and this man came walking along,
but instead of the man helping him out, the man just started
kicking him and kicking him in his face, over and over,
and then he got the lawnmower, and then he....."
Dick or treat, bon appetit
All the little kiddies running down my street
Gathering candy treats door to door
But they walk past mine, what for?
Probably 'cuz the pumpkins on my porch are real
Real human heads carved out with steel
Cut out the eyes, man, it takes but a minute
Rip out the b-b-b-b-brains and put a candle in it
Maybe they run 'cuz I take 'em inside
Come and meet Mother, two years ago she died
Little boys laugh, 'cuz they think it's just a dummy
But then the smell hits 'em, MMMMM..... smells yummy
Open your bags and I'll give you my treat
Crusty yellow toes off a dead woman's feet
Take me by the hand, and I'll lead you downstairs
And that, little chickies, is where you'll spend the next seven years
Starving and weakening, chained to a wall
Staring at a roach, hoping it will crawl
Into your mouth for a tasty cuisine
Yes, my little friends, it's a Dead Pumpkins Halloween
"Awwwwwwwwww, yeah, it's that special time of year, boys and girls,
so come to the pumpkin patch and bring your pantysacks so I can shit in it,
you beeeeeyitch!!!!!"
Well, I love all the kiddies, but I can't fuck around
Don't come to my door dressed as a clown
'Cuz you never know, I might take it the wrong way
'Cuz I'm the real wicked juggalokaro Violent J
All year 'round, but I love my Halloween
You'll never get an apple or a purple jelly bean
Dropping some chocolates, a licorice snack
Instead you get a deep-fried French poodle nutsack
Peeking out my door, I see no children in sight
Perhaps they're all dead, yesterday was Devil's Night
They burn down the city and they leave it crispy-charred
I light myself on fire and I dance around my backyard
Hungry bellies, I can see where you're at
Sitting on my window, I can turn into a bat
Watching you remove all your little clothesies for bed
I crash through the window and land on your head
Drinking the blood, blood is gone to the bone
But now, I must leave, Mother's calling me home
Up to the moonlight, I'm gone from the scene
Peace to Detroit City and have a Dead Pumpkins Halloween
"Yeeeeeeeeah, I'm gonna smash your little candy bags,
only I'm gonna tie 'em around your muthafuckin' necks
and choke you with 'em Wicked Clown style, muthafucka!!!!!"

Ladies and gentlemen
I present to you, the Terror Wheel
The most horrifying, terrifying, mystifying ride
Available to the dead
Gather round my dead friends
And witness the bizarre, horrid dictales
As told to you by your favorite
Serial clown slaughterers the ICP
So who will be brave enough to step into this ride?
Just follow the trail of blood into the red tent
There your host, Willaby Rags, will strap you in
And you shall experience, the wheel!
So gather and watch, look and learn
The ways of the Terror Wheel
Oh look, there goes one now
He's walking in, good luck fella
There he goes, they're locking him into the cage
Greetings, I'm Willaby Rags
Prepare for your first stop, the Dead Body Man!
Ahahaha!
Dead bodies, dead bodies all over the street
Fifty-five, sixty-five bodies atleast
I hang with the stiffs till the break of dawn
I'm always finding bodies when I'm mowing the lawn
Drag 'em in the house, throw 'em in the oven
Wicked clown lovin that dead body grubbin
Tastes like chicken finger lickin deep fried
I ate a dead body, but don't tell, I lied
I just ate my first dead body last week
Still got the finger nail caught in my teeth
Before you start yelling and cursin my name
Remember something's wrong with my brain, insane
Second I was born, doctor threw me against the wall
Kicked open the doors and he whipped me down the hall
I'm sliding and I'm bouncing off shit like a hockey puck
And my mother's like "What the fuck?!"
He said I was born of an alien race
Born with a hatchet and a juggalo face
But I'm not a martian, you wouldn't understand
I'm just a dead body man
We got bodies, dead bodies
We got fat ones, skinny ones
Males, females, hermaphrodites
We got somebodies, we got nobodies
Bodies, bodies, bodies, whoo!
Call me the dead body man (Someone give 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man (Just sell 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man (You can mail 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man (Br-bring 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man (Won't ya give 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man (You can sell 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man (Just mail 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man (Br-bring 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man (You can give 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man (You can sell 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man (Won't ya mail 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man (You can bring 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man, call me the dead body man
Dead bodies, dead bodies in the back of my van
All the little kiddies love the dead body man
I drive through my neighborhood ringing my bell
Some people run cause they don't like the smell
Others line up just as quick as they can
To try and catch a glimpse of the dead body man
It's all good, if you can stand the funk, but uh
Just don't look in the trunk
I drive down Central kickin the bass
Chillin with my freaks and I'm pickin her face
Maggots and bugs like to crawl on her head
Cause my bitch is dead, I'd rather that instead
Of a hoe you can't trust, always diggin a nut
A dead body bitch learn to keep her mouth shut
Riding in the back is my dead body crew
Only they can never think of nothing to do
If you think I'm sick take a look at yourself
You got dead deer heads up on your shelf
On your key chain is a little baby rabbit's hand
I'm just the dead body man
We also collect dead bodies
So, if you know any dead people
Or you yourself are planning on dying soon
We'll be happy to come to your house, and pay cash for it
We appreciate good healthy stiffs for our dinner

The sun rises and sets on time every day of the year
But sporadically the circles appear
Baffling all through the history of known man
Since fuckin’ with the mystery of stone hedge
Aliens, cults, witches with lawn mowers, mind blowers
Nobody knows what for sure
Bloody nose when I walk in the vicinity
But I can read them and I believe that I need them
I’m runnin’ through a wheat field, chasin’ a ghost that loves circles
Use it for portals and time holes
And dance backwards, and chant with the crow people
At the crop circle, I’ve come to know people
Under moon rays lighten up my new ways ?
They mow them in two days, 100 years from now we’ll pay for that mishap
With another motherfucking hurricane bitch slapped
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
Something solely meant just for me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
This ball of mud that we live on is alive
You try to wipe its mouth, it’s gonna wipe us out
I lay in a field alone in the middle of the night
Try to get my life right, pray for bright lights
Set flames to the wheat rows during an eclipse
And the spirits will come out, dance, catch you a glimpse
They’re like artists, connecting the stars in rare fashion
Intricately placed with secrets of white magic
I’m running through the moon lit fields
Following a little orb light hoping it might reveal any secret
Its dancing, and I can’t catch up
And I almost ran head first into a truck
No compass will work, and I’m lookin’ for answers
Why the sands of my hour glass fall off backwards?
Have I lost you, cause I’ve lost me too
But if you’re hiding in the crops I will come find you
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
Something solely meant just for me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
40,000 years ago, the stoning of a young man
His story written in the crops near Spokane
In England the face of a dead woman shown
Etched out a wheat field uniquely woven
Hieroglyphics, mathematical genius, predicting the orbital patterns of Venus
In the grass behind your grandpas wood barn
Complex designs drops seconds before dawn
Dead birds, scattered throughout the patterns of art
No explanation left by the shadows of dark
Batteries drained of they power in seconds
I’m layin’ in the crop circle countin’ my blessings
And my heart, tho?, headaches, and nausea were creeping
And your nose will bleed while you’re sleepin’
Don’t go near there, don’t dare, be ware
Unless your like us, and don’t care
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
Something solely meant just for me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
Something solely meant just for me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Hey baby come on over here and have a seat you know
I’m glad I finally got you to the house
This is nice
Yeah, oh damn,
I gotta check this message you know I’ve been filln’ out applications
all around the city you know trying to get a job
Don’t worry about it baby
I’ll handle this
What the fucks your problem asshole im fucking brok over here,
I need your fucking money
Oh, shit

[Intro part, syn:]
Go step to them bitches over there
[Anybody Killa:] Fuck that, you go step to them
bitches.
[Syn:] ......For what?
[Violent J:] Man, look out y'all
[Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope:]
Wibble wabble bumble boo, i'm Violent J nice to meet
you, hop and jump thy cherry pump, (cherry syrup on ice
cream) yum.What you say i buy you some, what's your
name bitch, where you from?You know me but don't be
scared, (bloody hands are weird) i know, don't front
girl you like us thugs, very scary, carney, scrubs, you
don't want no richie faggot, (i think of shaggy when he
tag it) That's all good i'll hook you up/ Send your
shit, i'll look you up, you met J though he goes first/
Yea cause that's just how it works "slut".I can put
aside my axe, give your butt a couple smacks, once you
let me all up in, your lucky if we'll meet again.
[Zug Izland Chorus:]
I don't wanna lemon ben and jerry, baby
Don't you wanna
I don't wanna tropicana dairy baby
Don't you wanna
I don't wanna coconut flurry baby
Don't you wanna mix?
[Juggalos:]
Cotton Candy and.....
[Juggalettes:]
Popsicles!
[Shaggy 2 Dope and Violent J:]
You from Dallas,Texas right?
You must be girl, you look tight, plus you wack up
quicker ass,
(thank you shaggy sweetness),
thank you nothin' let me hit it, truffle shuffle,
waffle biscuit,
whatever that was we ate cost me like $13.58,
(sugar bear, i'm worth all that, shit, bitch i'll smack
you call me that,
(what?) calll me shaggy southwest thug, juggalo isle of
Do him what you did to me, with your tongue ring and
your teeth,
(only when in private) you think i wanna see his dick?
peace!
Put your candy down, let me show your tongue around,
here's my popsicle and balls, get on your knees and go
for yours.
[Zug Izland Chorus:]
I don't wanna watermelon cherry baby
Don't you wanna
I don't wanna tropicana berry baby
Don't you wanna
I don't wanna blue banana sherry baby
Don't you wanna mix?
[Juggalos:]
Cotton Candy and.....
[Juggalettes:]
Popsickles!?
I don't wanna lemon ben and jerry, baby
Don't you wanna
I don't wanna tropicana dairy baby
Don't you wanna
I don't wanna coconut flurry baby
Don't you wanna mix?
[Juggalos:]
Cotton Candy and.....
[Juggalettes:]
Popsickles!
[DJ Shaggy 2 Dope puttin' it down juggalo mix style:]
Southwest Side bitch! bader than bad
Cause i'm from motown
Bader than bad
Cuz i'm from motown
Cause i'm from motown
Southwest Side bitch!
Give it to 'em, give it to 'em, yeah.
Time to get busy in this mother fucker... [Chorus

My name is Shaggy
But some call me Shaggy Balls
Cuz you can me my ball sac
Hangin out my drawls
I wear short shorts
Bitches stop and stare
Later on you see me partin through the Cotton hair
I meet a bitch
I always gotta check and ask
"How many corndogs been to the Cotton patch?"
And when I fuck bitches ask what i'm tryin to do
My nuts is people so i try and stuff em in there too
Cotton Candy is wasn't made for the mouth
Don't believe me just take a look down South
Rottin Candy is what you'll find with out a doubt
I stick my wang in the Cotton hole and then I'm out
Jump Steady, Rude Boy, nad Nate the Mack
They huntin Cotton
And Shaggy Shaggs knows where it's at
So don't be stingy
There's more than one Wicked Clown
And bitch you got enough Cotton here to go around
Now some bitches wanna go and shave they Cotton off
Straight to the Candy
I'm wit it
I won't get lost
That's why I bring da clippers wit me
They comin in handy
When you fuckin round wit the Cotton Candy
HHHHHHEEEEEEYYYYY Cotton Candy
Yeah Hey Hey
Cotton Candy don't get wet until it's in yo mouth she told me
My name is J
The kids call me Jiggy pants
Cuz I can play the flute
And make my dick start ta dance
Like a snake I make it shake, rattle, and roll
And this year my balls made it to the Cotton Bowl
Unlike Shaggy
He scared of the Cotton Pie
I ate so much Cotton Candy
I got pink eye
I can remember the first time I had a taste
She pulled her panties down
And shoved her Cotton in my face
I said "Your daddy's home"
She said "So fuckin what"
I tried to take my ding-a-ling and stick it in her butt
I tried to push it in
I couldn't turn it out
She said "Cotton Candy don't get wet until it's in yo mouth"
OH SHIT!
So what was I ta do
Run like a bitch
Or have the Cotton Stew
I thought for a second
Then I said "What The Fuck!"
I ate so much Cotton that my tounge came out her butt
BBBBWWWW Bitch
I'll have another bowl
My boys had to come and get me
Cuz I lost control
On the way home I had a new attitude
I'm like

Father, I confess for doing
I had a brain, but life had to ruin it
Dissinfected, Disected, Don't Respect It
When you put me in a cage full of animals
Savages and cold blooded canibals
I can't help but come but abouts me
try to run but they found me, surround me
Then they choke ya, and provoke ya
try to smoke ya, turn you into a joka
I tried to rub it off, but its all I know
the only thing I ever knew, so what to do
look at you, a bigot till your growin old
your growin mold, with a soul thats freezin cold
so I confess, but even if I'm all wrong
I'll be down with the clown till I'm dead and gone
I confess, this lady had a purse, so I took it
I took it home, opened it, I shook it
she had papers, lipstick and nail polish
credit cards and about 27 dollars
I bought a 5th, drank it and laid there
it seemed like, I could see the purse everywhere
on the light post, by this mail box
I tried to run from it, I ran a couple blocks
but there it was, on the side walk, waitin for me
it tried to lure me to it, I had to fuckin' do it
I picked it up, and stuck my fuckin' hand in it
it was full of rats, and they fuckin' bit it off
father I confess, I'm a criminal
but my worlds too subliminal around me
look at them, all the wicked masses
thats why I'm down with the clown till I'm ashes
Its like a circus, a wicked carnival
Everybodys got a tickit, they're lookin
For the freaks, to point and gawk at

I Clown Walk jump back with the beat
Breathin with a step and a slap on the cheek
Foot work hear me squat when i walk by
With your hawk eye you get a chalk line
I dance up and down steps when i gotta
Clown walkin on my hands i gotcha
Big love if you love that to
Walkin right past those foos doin the statue
When you do the Clown Walk
Thats how you set it off
When you do the Clown Walk
Thats how you set it off
When you do the Clown Walk
Thats how you set it off
Step forth backwords shotgun let it off
They call me showcase showoff
Sky whisky walks walk like a hawk
Freestyles for the chosin few
For me and my crew only pay per view
Caterpillar or electric boogie
They call me walkwalla crunk when i wookie
So crazy with the ill behavior
Fresh flavor step with the majors
When you do the Clown Walk
Thats how you set it off
When you do the Clown Walk
Thats how you set it off
When you do the Clown Walk
Thats how you set it off
Step forth backwords shotgun let it off
Put your right foot up! Stomp to the ground! Stomp! 180! turn it around!
Put your left foot up! Stomp to the ground! Stomp! 180! turn it around!
Everything im big time super duper
Iv met my homie remy let me introduce ya
Walkin late for squares in fact its deadly
Shed blood on the dance floor i aint frendly
Boom boom clap let the rhythm proceed
Boom boom clap from the iron in my sleve
4:00 am roll around i had enough
But the tricks still flocked just to brush my shoes off
When you do the Clown Walk
Thats how you set it off
When you do the Clown Walk
Thats how you set it off
When you do the Clown Walk
Thats how you set it off
Step forth backwords shotgun let it off
Put your right foot up! Stomp to the ground! Stomp! 180! turn it around!
Put your left foot up! Stomp to the ground! Stomp! 180! turn it around!
When you do the Clown Walk
Thats how you set it off
When you do the Clown Walk
Thats how you set it off
When you do the Clown Walk
Thats how you set it off
Step forth backwords shotgun let it off
Put your right foot up! Stomp to the ground! Stomp! 180! turn it around!

Gangsters bangin, nuts straight hanging
Chillen in the allyway, signs straight beemin
Up in the air I hear they don't care
Get your mutha fucken melon busted for a stare
Luv pumpin through the heart, flowin through the veins
Pop a mutha fucka like it aint no thang
Blood shoot eyes from pufin on the bud
Let me see that rag, let me see that luv
Roamin through the hood top cut down
Car packed so full it's fucken on the ground
Max with the homies spitten on the hoes
Stop in the store for a cold 4-0
Grabbin on your balls, straight slanging stalls
Fuck the gang squad tryin to take me out my home
Check my neck and I got yours
Cuz roll with yourself and keep that clown luv
Throw your signs in the air
Whats that? I don't check, I don't care
Cuz I'm down with the clown everywere
Cuz much clown luv is in here
Hey homes what set your clame?
I'm in the rhymin game, wicked Clown Banging
I'm just a mutha fucka thats down for the cause
You can suck on my balls, unless you got clown luv
Put 'em up, throw 'em up
Let me see them mutha fuckas
Flip 'em up, flip 'em down, flip 'em around
Mutha fuckas mind all warped
From breathin all the smog
I'm all up in the shit, like if my name was frog
Damn I heard a shot, but I got luck
The mutha fuckas missed it's time to shoot 'em up
Here come the sirens I hear 'em gettin close
Here come the squad, it's time to get ghost
If you wanna stay you get beat by a pig
Fuck that shit cuz were I live
My boys got my neck and I got theirs
Cuz I'm true to myself, bitch
Clown Luv
Throw your signs in the air
Whats that? I don't check, I don't care
Cuz I'm down with the clown everywere
Cuz much clown luv is in here
Hey what the fuck you lookin at man
My rag, my flannel, or the club in my hand?
Well here go ahead, take a closer look
Thanx for the wallet bitch
Give me them duckets, mutha fucken child
To buys doing other things like hangin with my mob
Crew got my neck, well push come to shove
Never sell out yourself, and keep that Clown Luv
Throw your signs in the air
Whats that? I don't check, I don't care
Cuz I'm down with the clown everywere

(beep) Then you know what you can do
You can be a couple of pleasers
And take some tweazers
And bust every hair on my nutsack
Paste em to your back
Then jump on the E-Track
And suck my dick exactly where it's at....HO
Jay fuzz the clown
Jay fuzz the clown
Jay fuzz the clown
Juggles
Juggles
Juggles
Juggles
Hey, Hey it's the wicked jokers
and we're coming to the valley and we'll smoke ya (choke ya)
Kick the clown in the forehead and I'm juggling juggling your head
(Jed) You big fat redneck mounty ass hick
I'm a city slicker and I'm come to the valley and I'm gonna hit ya
and ya know the carnival's gonna get wit' ya
Oh, I meant as well mention, that I come from another di-men-sion
You never seen nothing like this boy (Magic acts of pain and joy)
Please don't try to come and get me
Because I pack a French curler with me
And them punks are gonna have to take me out quick
Because I can do a double-flip you fat piece of shit
Picture that (that) packing a magic wand and a top hat
Because some gotta stop or the wicked clowns are gonna chop, chop
Swing, Swing, Swing, and Chop, Chop, Chop
Swing, Swing, Swing, and Chop, Chop, Chop
Swing, Swing, Swing, and Chop, Chop, Chop
Swing, Swing, Swing, and Chop, Chop
Detroit air is toxic, my eyeballs popped out they sockets
And fried in the streets like a sick em
(stick em, pick em)
Break em off something from the smokestack
I've been breathing all my life so I'm dying anyway
I'm nothing but a radiation freak show
My arm fell of and it bounced on the floor
Carnival land up the alley (alley, alley)
Then we landed in Sunny Valley
(Jumpin up and down on a richies head)
And now I'm gonna jump till he's finally dead
(Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump, Jump)
They got no love yet we got control
They'll never touch my funky soul
Street top all extra top
Now we can run or we can walk
Either way some gotta stop
Or the wicked clowns are gonna chop, chop
Wicked Clown, Wicked Clown
What's up comes down
Before my nuts go soft juggle em around
Bitch wanna join the carnival circus
grab my ding-a-ling and jerk and jerkus
I gotta catch these carnival thrills rudeboy
and these heads I drill
Chills, thrills, bigots writing wills
an axe to the forehead usually kills
If this ain't hell, I can't tell, hang my body on a cross with some
rusty nails
If I juggle then call me a juggla, I'm a nap rubbla, voodoo smuggla
See I got the symptoms of insanity, I'm down with J from the ICP
I'm down with him and he's down with me
So if we gotta chop see H-O-PE
Running down the block someone hit me wit' a rock
And my brains all over the street
But I'm a wicked clown and I'm up and down all over this Esham beat
So, so, so if I gotta chop, then I guess I gotta chop
If I chop, then I gotta chop, chop
But you could never stop sucker, you could never drop
Wicked clowns 'cause you know we love to CHOP, CHOP

Well, I'm heading down a southern trail; I'm going chicken huntin'
Chopping redneck chicken necks I ain't saying nothing
To the hillbilly stuck my barrel in his eye
Boomshacka boomshacka hair jumps in the sky
Why I never liked chicken pot pie?
Or the chopped chicken on rye?
So tell Mr. Billy Bob I'm a cut his neck up
Slice, poke, chop chop, stab, cut
What can you do with the drunken hillbilly
Cut his fucking eyes out and feed em to his Aunt Milly
Willy Willy chicken neck, chicken hunting gotta love it
Hit him with the twelve gauge bucket, chicken nuggets
Laid out all over the grass
Then his little hound dog will eat em up fast
Last as long as you can my man
Cuz when that chicken head hits the fan, you got
Blood guts fingers and toes
Sittin front row at the chicken show so...
Who's going chicken huntin
We's goin' chicken huntin'
Cut a motherfucking chicken up, right!
Let me get a chicken sandwich with manwich
I'm finna wreck on a chicken neck
Chopping up Hilly and Billy Bob Billy
Cuz I chop motherfucking redneck silly
Peeked in his yard and what did I see
I seen a chicken boy fucking a sheep
I say "Mister Mister, what the fuck you trying to do"
??"Ah, Billy Billy Billy Boo"??
Barrels in your mouth, bullets to your head
The back of your neck's all over the shed
Boomshacka boom chop chop bang
I'm 2 Dope and it ain't no thang
To cut a chicken, trigger's clickin
Blow off his head but his feet still kickin
Last as long as you can my man
Cuz when that chicken head hits the fan you got
Blood guts fingers and toes
Sittin front row at the chicken show so...
Went to Kentucky, I got lucky
Met this hot-collared bitch named Bucky
Riding on a chicken, milking a cow
Hittin switches in a drop top low ride tractor plow
Redneck fella, moonshine sella
Hang him by his neckbones, chicken bones
Locked in the cellar, yellow belly chicken plucker

"Tonight, tonight, we gather the dead. (tonight, tonight)
Tonight, tonight, off with your head."
"You'll never guess what's up
my muckin' head blew up"
She was lovely, long hair, short, nice figure though
So at the funeral, it made me cry, watch her die
I cannot lie, I couldn't sleep without a wink
I only think about my lady, I miss my baby
I need her by my side, to hold me, to squeeze me
I still have pictures, but all they do is tease me
I see my therapist, he only tells me I'm in trouble
I want my baby back, so now I pack a shovel
And while I'm digging, it's awfully dark and kinda funny
Don't dig too fast or too deep, things could get bloody
I watch my baby, I hit the top of baby's coffin
I thinking, she's better off inside if she died
Yeah, she needs me, I can tell my baby wants me
Cuz every night at 2:15, my baby haunts me
I prey it open, the odor hits me, there she is
I lean down to give her a kiss because I need a...
Girl that make me happy, a girl that make me cry
A girl that passed away back in 1985
A girl I plan to marry, a girl I plan to wed
A girl that I can choke because my baby is already dead
Cemetery lady, my cemetery girl
Cemetery baby, I want you in my world
Cemetery woman, we can still be down
You're more than just a corpse, to a psychopathic clown
"Fuck yeah, motherfucker
I don't want no stuck up
Little sassy rassy bitch
Ya know what I'm saying
I want me a cold stanky bitch
So bring it on, dead momma"
She's as lovely as always, my baby hasn't changed
Except for the hole that's in her forehead, you can see her brains
Nevertheless, our love is still forever true
Her eyes have withered, her skin has now a tint of blue
My baby's dusty and dirty, and wrinkled clothes
And now I notice, the maggots chewed off all her toes
The earth has been rather cruel to my darling sugar
Is that a bug upon her face? oh, it's just a booger
I lean her head back to kiss her cracking lips
And then her neck crack, also does her hips
I must be gentle, my baby girl's a little rusty
A little dusty, but most of all, a little musty
I notice that, when we lay together on the lawn
We lay till dawn, I notice her left eye is gone
We said goodbye and everything turned out alright
I'll see you again tomorrow night, because I need a...
Check it out, bitch!
You aren't getting stank, skank
Get your asses shoveling
Then you'll want a lil somthin somthin
Them cramey graveyard bitches

That was from 1994...
Welcome to Forgotten Freshness Volume 3
Draw something make sure you don't forget your red pen
cause we gonna need it when you draw the blood in
ps-ps-ps-psychopathic records baby all offensive powers
our plane's high-jacked, head for record label towers
drink of choice, Faygo, rock-n-rye with hennesey
i like marijuana that is sent from tennessee
I'm sick of rock guitars always lacin' our shit
we bout to get wicked for the sixth (the sixth), the sixth (the sixth)
I like cuttin' heads off, blood trail through the house
down to the basement where I hollow them out
Run lady, I'm on you, don't reach for the phone
I'm gonna cut you up and voodoo drums with your bones
Cartoon Nightmares!
Science fiction, brain incision.
Cartoon Nightmares!
Satellites and televisions.
Won't you draw me?
Liquid lines of (technicolor) color.
I will hurry right there.
(walk like an) Egyptian.
Im like Richard Remeriz (the stalker)
and I didn't even know it
Of course I mean without the ACDC and the money
Local Rappers from my city they wanna talk smack
But they be so wack they aint worth dissing back
(Worth Yo Body) Nope
Break yo head, pull out ya brain
pass it down the line, we call it the train
Look at that girl
Booty in the pants
Shakin that thing
Like WHUT WHUT WHUT WHUT
If you were Andre The Giant, that shit would be slick
You could finger fuck a girl and she would think it's your dick
Blood ozes down the screen
Off the page and magazine
Off the table to the floor
Cross the tile out tha door
ICP headin back to St. Louis
Nelly scoot over, me and shaggy bout to do this
There's an arm in my trunk (Whaa)
An arm in my trunk (Where)
Underneath the tire there's an arm in my trunk
I've seem to recognize this plaaaace
up in county jail
yes I recall, STALE
Me and Jumpsteady killa hookers at night
check my bumper hair follicles and blood in the light
Me and Billy Bill, we put a arm in shaggy's trunk
He woulda never noticed, but it stunk soo bad...
There's an arm in my trunk (HEY YOU)
Gimme a subway bun (Yeaaa)
knuckel deep in mayo like yumm
Cartoon Nightmares, (Walk Like An Egyptian)
Cartoon Nightmares, (Walk Like An Egyptian)
Won't you draw me
Cartoon Nightmares, (Walk Like An Egyptian)
I will hurry right there
Cartoon Nightmares, (Walk Like An Egyptian)
Cartoon Nightmares, (Walk Like An Egyptian)
Cartoon Nightmares, (Walk Like An Egyptian)
Cartoon Nightmares, (Walk Like An Egyptian)

Crooked preacher killa
Crooked preacher killa
Crooked preacher killa
Crooked preacher killa
Crooked preacher killa
Crooked preacher killa
Crooked preacher killa
Crooked preacher killa
I walked into the church dressed up, as an alter boy
I see the preacher he said, lil boy Imma teach ya
Put his hand on my shoulder, felt the claw of the beast
I never thought itd be so fuckin easy murdering a priest
We went into the confession booth, he took off his clothes
And cut some yay right on his bible top and ooted his nose
I jammed a butcher's knife, 12 inches into his gut
He looked me right into my eyes while I yankin it up
Preacher killas
Crooked preacher killas (stop it)
Crooked preacher killas (I gotta bloody em up)
Crooked preacher killas (stop it)
Crooked preacher killas
I walked into the sermon strapped with an iron crowbar
Ill beat a nun into a bloody stew, in the trunk of my car
How the fuck she got fake titties and pussy ring?! Bullshit
She sucked the preachers dick in the pulpit
I know the goins on
Ive witnessed it with pushin my mop
And blood gushin nonstop when hatchet go chop
I ain't no fuckin holy roller
Im outta controla
Face painted fuckin preacher killas gone off they yola
Crooked preacher killas (cola)
Crooked preacher killas (I gotta bloody em up)
Crooked preacher killas (stop it)
Crooked preacher killas
We shootin for the preacher fuck!
I missed and hit the reverend
But it doesnt matter though they say hes goin to heaven
And then I shot for the preacher I blew his ear off
We in the balcony bustin gone off PCP and Smirnoff
Shot again I missed and hit somebody in the choir
They fell back into the candle rack and caught the place on fire
I shot again I finally caught the preacher in his dome
And then we put our barrels to eachothers heads and took it home
Crooked preacher killas (stop it)
Crooked preacher killas (I gotta bloody em up)
Crooked preacher killas (stop it)
Crooked preacher killas (Leave the fuckin kids alone!)
Crooked preacher killas (stop it!)
Crooked preacher killas (I gotta bloody em up)
Crooked preacher killas (stop it)

I walked into the church dressed up as an altar boy i seen a preacher, he said little boy imma
Teacher, put his hand on my shoulder felt the claw of the beast, i never thought it'd be so
Fuckin easy murdering a priest, we went into the confession booth, he took off his clothes& cut
Some yay right on his bible top & ooted his nose, i jammed a butcher knife 12 inches into his
Gut, he looked me right in the eyes while i was yankin it up, preacha killas!
Crooked preacha killas (stop it!)
Crooked preacha killas (i gotta bloody em up!)
Crooked preacha killas (stop it!)
Crooked preacha killas!
I walked into the sermon, strapped with a iron crowbar, i beat a nun into a bloody stew in the
Trunk of my car, how the fuck she got fake titties & a pussy ring? bullshit! she sucked the
Preachers dick in the pulpit, i know the goings-on, ive witnessed it while pushing my mop & blood
Gushing when my hatchet go chop, i aint a fuckin holy rolla, im outta controlla, face painted,
Fuckin preacha killas gone off that yola...cola
Crooked preacha killas (stop it!)
Crooked preacha killas (i gotta bloody em up!)
Crooked preacha killas (stop it!)
Crooked preacha killas!
We shootin for the preacha, fuck, i missed & hit the reverend, but it doesnt matter though, they
Say hes goin to heaven, & then i shot for the preacher, i blew his ear off, we in the balcony
Bustin, gone of pcp & smirnoff, i shot again, missed & hit somebody in the choir, they fell back
Into the candle rack & caught the place on fire, i shot again, i finally caught the preacherin
His dome, then we put our barrels to each others heads & took it home
Crooked preacha killas (stop it!)
Crooked preacha killas (i gotta bloody em up!)
Crooked preacha killas (stop it!)
Crooked preacha killas (leave the fuckin kids alone!)
Crooked preacha killas (faggots!)
Crooked preacha killas (i gotta bloody em up!)
Crooked preacha killas (stop it!)

This bitch resheal fucked on her boyfriend in her boyfriend's bed and crazy carlo smacked his
Baby momma off in the head and johnathon beat his son like his daddy beat him but swore he'd never
Do nobody like his daddy did him and then Sandra used her pussy hole to get to the top and baby D
He shot somebody it went bad from the drop and then Diane worked at a hospital and took care of
Old souls she was abusive her afterlife sees no gold roads and Mr Richards was a richy fella born
With every penny everyone around him hungry but he never gave them any and Steven was a
Businessman an educated citizen and at the top pornography of children on his lap top
Take your spot and hang on cause its crowded in hell you in the belly of the beast now it was
Heaven in jail and don't try to make no friends cause nobody got no tongues and if the witch looks
Your way somehow it crushes your lungs
Playa playa was a boss man calling out shots until he caught one and everything stops the floor drops
As hes screaming and falling we see how pointless was the balling when eternity is calling agony
Will be a balla
Don't cry for the dead cause they cry for you because we laugh about an aftermath but they know how true
And listen ain't no-fucking-body getting it worse than you and me and ain't nobody getting it worse
But you and me and we will see
A pterodactyl swoop through the caverns of hell and grab two unfortunates to the ogre a cell and
Ain't no guards playing cards and ain't no uniforms needed you the only one around butt naked bloody
And bleeding
With 7 demons in your ear got you believing you're heevin talk you into pulling out your own
Instestines to get even you were born with the shine but you lost it down the line you fuck life
Up and you cant rewind
Fuck what you telling me (we burning up) the witch keeps selling me (we burning up) since we burn em
Up (they keep turning up) and we turn corrupt (till we burnt and lovely)
Judge shaw was a judge snake holes were his eyes there go another judge another judge somebody
Dispisen' there goes so many judges the judges in hell so many fucking judges in hell they
Bludge in the well
Fat pat like his daddy was a bigit pulling duty he could tell it to them gargoyles fucking on his booty
And Shawna liked money but mistook it for love and when the witch's wings press she give him
Head and look above
Black Sunday's Armageddon maggots and rain Hell's Pit got some fiya for you faggots with hate
Eddie bearl hit his wife and got a tooth in his knuckle later on he lost his life is a scuffle
Now he in trouble
You was a rebel you nobody no mo
To the devil on the double you go
Ain't no level to the trouble you know and eternity goes and eternity goes
Fuck what you telling me (we burning up) the witch keeps selling me (we burning up) since we burn em

Well, I don't understand the phenomenom
We fucking these hoes that look like spallala
Rich boys think that is shitty
But I like fucking crackheads with one tit
And I do it at the drop of a dime
And I get the scabies almost every time
So let's talk about my nutsac
I don't front, Jack, I got bugs on my ballzac
Well I'm Violent J and I ain't no bitch
I'm always quick to tell you when my nuts itch
Cuz bitch if I'm itching when I come home
Drop a brick in a sock swing it on your dome
You didn't think nothing of it, just let me stick it
Probably should of known cuz I thought I heard crickets
In your neden, but I ain't sayin nuttin though
I ain't sayin nuttin till I'm done nuttin, ho
And know I'm like bitch how can this be
Tryin to sleep and my nuts get up and watch TV
Then try to walk to the store and get a 40
How'd these bugs get on me
Somebody asked me how I got scabies
Probably that homeless fat redneck bad lady
That I fucked in the shed
Then the little critters on my dingaling said
Your nuts we want your nuts
We'll itch and scratch and bite your nuts
Your nuts we want your nuts
Please, oh please, fuck dirty butts (sluts)
I met this bitch and went up in it
Dropped her off, went to the clinic
Bitch, I got bizugs on my siznac
So tell me what's up with that
Should of said something bout your bug problem
Now I'm gonna have to sock you in your mouth, bitch
Can't keep my motherfucking hands out my drawers
Stick a roach motel up under your balls
Nah, I'd rather stick em in a deep fry
And sizzle those motherfuckers off my wang
So you wanna fuck around, always gotta buck around
Lift up your dingaling nothing but a bug ya found
Now they call you funky nuts cuz you like funky butts
Scratching and biting them, now they call you monkey nuts
But I ain't sayin nothing, cuz you ain't playin nothin
Bring the track back and I get back to the nutsac track
So now I try to rap cuz the bugs is biting
But I ain't going out like a bitch, yo, fuck that
Stick em in a blender and hit the switch
Then I hit the bitch
Met this bum in the back of a dumpster
Fucked her in the rumpster, juggaluga humpster
Had to take a piss, so I pulled out my wang

Hey Mike, Mike...MIKE! TURN ME UP!
Right about now...
Welcome everyone to the big show
(Jake and Jack and the Dark Carnival)
Remove your hats or we'll cut off your head
(Show respect, youse amongst the dead)
Don't like bigots and richie boy fucks
(Ain't shit changed, bitch check us)
Detroit Southwest murderous, die
(The greatest spectacle under the sky)
5 cards came and made their mark from Moon Yugon down to Platon Park
Fuck your drum kit, xylaphone and cello, I'm a wicked clown, bitch, hello!?
Everybody come jump in our ride
(Bring you and your fat-ass bich inside)
Wagon tips are slick as a breeze
(Can't nobody get with these, motherfucker, bring it on!)
Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it
(Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it)
Bring it, bring it
(Bring it, bring it)
Violent J, Shaggy, serial killers with style, fasions of the 2000's and beyond
Voodoo chickens and magical wands
(Dead bigots, yeah, face down in a pond)
Broken necks with the flick of our wrists
(All this player hatin' getting me pissed)
Fat chicks, skinny chicks, chicky-chicks, hoes
(Swishes, Faygo's, and Kung-Fu blows)
If Jake Jeckel drops any at all
(No more chicks, just sizzling balls)
I'll hypnotize you like a vampire, Bite you neck and set your head on fire
Shoot me with silver bullets? Ok! I'll pull 'em out, pawn 'em and get paid
Here, try my licorice treats
(I know dead folk that chew they feet)
Carnival moons and shadow of time
(And we's runnin' a little behind, bitch, bring it on)
The Insane Clown Posse, ICP, axe murdering done with a touch of Detroit class
Jeckel drop all, Shangri La dies
Jeckel drop all, Shangri La dies
Jeckel drop all, Shangri La dies
One for your greed, Two for your lies
(Shaggs2Dope, serial killer
Axe murder boy, wig cat peeler
I can wear a filler jacket and look fresh
I pimp it like David Koresh...was
People think I got bombs in my locker
Teacher try to open it up, I'ma sock her
Get the fuck back and leave me alone
Before I have to come to your home and see ya)
Wind me up and I can do flips
(And put the smack down on your lips)
In a little room, Jump Steady, Tom Doves
(Step in leg, double legs got love)
Drinking moon, this carnival barn
(Got folk love, people love, whatever you are)
Forks sideways I'm a juggalin man
(Can't nothing stop the rain, bitch, bring it on)

Friends don't come easily and this I know
And every time I make one they always say they gotta go
I wanna talk with people and look 'em in the face
I wanna take 'em home and they can stay at my place
All the talking I could do, I would never lie to you
We take a quick ride, homicide, then I confide in you
And I can love you and technically even though you're dead
You'll always be around cause I'm keeping your head
I keep heads on shelves everywhere in my cellar
I even own the melon of a dead fortuneteller
The rotted ones I keep 'em up in fat pickle jars
And the new ones we lay on the lawn and look at stars
Its illegal, I know, but so is smoking weed
And who the fuck, gives a fuck, when you have a need
I collect human heads fresh up off the neck
Face, lips, hair, nose, ears, gimme dat
Faces people know more than names
The hair is there and all the brains
Your head would mean so much to me
Your head would mean so much to me
I wont dis you, you wanna wear a hat? What?
How you want your eyelids open or shut?
Your head would mean so much to me
Your head would mean so much to me
Sometimes I put 'em in my bowling bag and bring em' to work
Play with their hair under my desk, with my bare feet
Theyre like, stuffed animals all over the bed
Human heads Pam, Jennifer, Hubert and Ted
I even put one in the shower water comes out the mouth
I kick a few around the yard when I feel like going out
I blow air in the mouth piece and duct tape it shut
Bring 'em in the pool and the heads will float up
I'm not a sicko, yo, though I've had girlfriends
I even put their makeup on and theke 'em for a spin
I'm not a murderer like that, not really
Only every Halloween the house do look kind of silly
You know the homeless people that bother you for change?
Almost all of my collection, from them is where they came
I'm not insane about it, its just the world's too crouded
And maybe I'ma do something a mother fuckin 'bout it
Faces people know more than names
The hair is there and all the brains
Your head would mean so much to me
Your head would mean so much to me
I wont dis you, you wanna wear a hat? What?
How you want your eyelids open or shut?
Your head would mean so much to me
Your head would mean so much to me
I need some therapy to help me deal with this shit
Dr. Wiggle Farmer, I need to make a visit
He told me heads are normal but I gotta brush their teeth
So now I'm brushing four mouths at a time using my feet
He also told me to keep them from the dog
But I already knew that, she chew their faces off
And then Dr. Wiggle Farmer asked me for a couple
I went into my bag and gave him two like " no trouble"
Now Ive got therapy I'm feeling much better
I'm happy forever, me and my craniums together
They all over the house and they roll around the floor
And if its got an afro I use it for a pillow
I'm ill though, I never should've worried anyway
I shoot head hoops and don't care what people say
You can ask Dr. Wiggle Farmer for yourself
He's the 3rd head down, top row, 3rd shelf
Faces people know more than names
The hair is there and all the brains
Your head would mean so much to me
Your head would mean so much to me
I wont dis you, you wanna wear a hat? What?
How you want your eyelids open or shut?
Your head would mean so much to me

Bodies flyin to the sky and explode
People flyin to the sky and explode
Bodies flyin to the sky and explode
And then the blood rains all over the road
I aint never seen anything like my first day in the pit
I seen this lady tryin to hang on to some kid but no give
Hes loose straight up into the sky and completely exploited
And then the fuckin blood shower unloaded holy fuck!
Im trippin out i felt like i was gonna threw up
And then another ninja threw up and blew up im like fuck!
I tryed to call my mom i grabbed the bloody pay phone
But the phone bit my ear off and left a hole in my dome
Bodies flyin to the sky and explode
People flyin to the sky and explode
Bodies flyin to the sky and explode
And then the blood rains all over the road
I seen a fella sittin on the curb payin nobody no mind
He was cryin like everyone else then he started flyin
I knew what was comin next so i ran and tryed to duck
But half his face landed by me bloody fried as fuck
People shootin up like bottle rockets nothin can stop them
Your starin at the floor catchin all them peices droppin
And its bloody bloody bloody it aint funny when it rains on
Everybody body body body and your bodys fucked
Bodies flyin to the sky and explode
People flyin to the sky and explode
Bodies flyin to the sky and explode
And then the blood rains all over the road
Put your hands in the air like you dont care
That its fuckin rainin blood everywhere
Everybody put your hands in the air like you dont care
That its fuckin rainin blood everywhere
Everybody put your hands in the air like you dont care
That its fuckin rainin blood everywhere
Everybody put your hands in the air like you dont care
That its fuckin rainin blood everywhere
Everybody put your hands in the air like you dont care
That its fuckin rainin blood everywhere
Everybody put your hands in the air like you dont care
That its fuckin rainin blood everywhere
Everybody put your hands in the air like you dont care

Filled your head with lead cuz I want you dead...
Girlie girlie bitch tou fucking freaky bitch
I knowing what you think, you think your shit don't stink
Take you out to dine and dine and wine and dine
I tell you you look fine, then we fuck till I break your spine
Bitchy bitchy hoe, we fucking on the floor
We fucking in the bed then I'll shoot you in your head
You never make me cry, before that bitch you die
Wicked clown sadistic Sadistic psycholistic
I do like Nate the Mack and club ya in the back
I'm not like other guys I'm quick to blacken your eyes
Tommy son take off your coat I'll make you feel at home
Then take out my billy club and go upside your dome
Bitchy bitchy hoe, you fucking freaky hoe
You have a can of mace I'll shoot you in your face
I grab you by the neck and rip that shit out
Don't think that I'd hit ya but I'd punch and stomp and kick ya
You wouldn't hit a lad, what bitch! What hoe!
BITCH!!! You told me that you loved me I thought that shit was true
But then you sucked on my boy's dick until his balls turned blue
Freaky freaky trick, take your fucking pick, suck or fuck or what?
Nasty nasty slut I guess love is the word
You act like you ain't heard
I'm not like other guys I'm quick to blacken your eyes
Bitchy bitchy hoe, you fucking freaky hoe
I heard you gotta neck
Why, uh, why don't you let me, uh
Why don't you uh why don't you let me break it, bitch?
I think I hurt a hoe a helpless drunken hoe
Someone tell me so do I hear a hoe?
Bitch, get in the car then I'll take you to the bar
But I took her to the alley, and kicked her with the balley
Stomped her in her face, her chicky chicky face
You took my heart and bit it so I took your lip and split it
You took my life and crushed it I took your head and bust it
I take your leg and break it I take your life and take it
And bitch it's no surprise I'm not like other guys
Take it, take it, take it cut off your head and bake it
And bitch it's no surprise I'm quick to blacken your eyes
Tommy son take off your coat I'll make you feel at home
Take that razor to your throat, I'm from the ghetto zone

I could get naked right here
I'd look like a fuckin polar bear
Then I'd have to attack
Fuck you up like that
Psyhcopathic, hatchet chops
Slappin ninjas out of hidin spots
To the left, to the right
Over here,there,we everywhere
All these underground down with the bottom
Bottom,bottom,bum,bum,bottom Censor me for your radio list
Fuck ya'll bitches--miss
Well I guess I'll never be a radio star
Wouldn't work anyway, I'm way too Bizzar
Anybody here? (Everybody here)
We got the gear (Crank up right here)
Anybody care? (Don't nobody care)
We jokers,jokers,jokers
Anybody here? (Everybody here)
We got the gear (Crank up right here)
Anybody care? (Don't nobody care)
Whut,whut,whut,whut,whut
Shh.It's a dead body in my trunk
Wanta see it? Fuck around and you'll be it
Jamie Madrox and Monoxcide Child
Wicked wild,give it to me,give it to me
Been waggling my dick since the seventh grade
Freak Show grabbin my balls and gettin paid
As my old bitch,we don't play
Hair wigged out and my eyes all grey
No more rappin,no more shows
I'm goin back to school and workin at Kinkos
I'll ride around all dayon a mountain bike all day
Hey!(honk) I got the right of way
Stab,shoot,chop,cut,drill
I just wanta kill
No matter where you go motherfucker Dark Carnival ain't far
And it's plain Bizzar
If you a juggalo and you won't sell out say-
Fuck everybody on the dance floor
If you ever had to fuck a fat bitch in the mouth say-
Fuck everybody on the dance floor
If you want a little Faygo and you want it fast say-
Fuck everybody on the dance floor
If you like feeling up on your homeboy's ass say-
Oh,oh shit
These killas don't dance we boggie
We boggie woggie woo, thats all we do
See ya,see ya,see ya
I'm back,i'm back,i'm back,i'm back
Dark Lotus come for your ass
Only team you on,Sunday bowling
Play that backwards for secret info
Hold up a minute(zip)damn
Couldn't wait man
All done
Now if I could only choke someone
REDRUM! A ruthless stalker
Slap old ladys off they walker
Take my hand little bitch,come along
It ain't that far
Welcome to the Bizzar
Anybody here? (Everybody here)
We got the gear (Crank up right here)
Anybody care? (Don't nobody care)
We jokers,jokers,jokers
Anybody here? (Everybody here)
We got the gear (Crank up right here)
Anyboby care? (Don't nobody care)

Bitches!
Ha Ha Ha!
Bitches, Ha!
Bitches...
BITCH, at any moment, that's what I'll do
(You fucking bitches) I'll do it to you
And a few of your crew
at any moment (Yeah), that's what I'll do
(ICP, ODB) I'll do it to you
And a few of your crew
(Bitcheeessss!)
BITCH! WHAT THE FUCK?!
What are you trying to do to me?
You wasn't true to me
When I was locked up you fucked something like 34 guys
(Rrrghh!) But I let that slide
'Cuz your ass is big, and your titties is fat
I wanted to FUCK THAT
But FUCK THAT
I never gave a FUCK THAT, you put me through the courts (AND?)
And gave me genital warts
Now I stack my .9, I'm goin' for the knees
I'ma blow 'em out and give your neck a squeeze
(Aggghhh! Whoo!)As you're standing there, I'ma be like BITCH!
(Ha ha!)You know you done fucked up, right?
Girl you know I love you, but now you gotta die
(Now you gotta die, now you gotta die)
Girl you know I love you, but now you gotta DIE
(Never wanted it like that)
Bitch, don't talk about bitches I'm fucking them
Please no fat bitches I'm fucking slim
Unless it's one of those nights I'm stroking my shit
I don't care 'bout how I'm fucking it
How much it costs, big fat...crackhead?
Ain't trying to hear all those words you said
Five minutes, bitch (ahhhh) and I came
Fuck your name, and from where you came
I don't give a fuck, bitch! I will kill you!
You Shaquita! You Belinda! You too Passion...BITCH!
(Ahhhhh....you bitches!!!)
One thing I can't stand is these bitches
Trying to take my riches, when I ain't even got none (Bitch!)
I never lied, you knew what I wanted all the while (what?)
My dick in your vertical smile (yeah)
We kiss and hug, and snugg, and tickle
But the bitch wouldn't even buff my fucking pickle (bitch)
You fucked everybody else in the place, it's all good
Now let me head-butt your face!
Bitch! I love you, but now you gotta die
that's right (Bitches!), that's right
Girl you know I love you, but now you gotta die
(Bitches? Bitcheeesss!)

Bitch, i'm here to tell you i lied
When i seen that thick-ass it was over
Nothin else mattered, i ain't even care
I pulled the rubber off when i stuck it up in there too
Bitch, i lied to you, this ain't my home
Kicked in the back door and now we're alone
I stole the car that i picked you up in
Plus me and your girl have been fuckin
Bitch, i lied, everything i said to you
All steps to land in your bed with you
My watch is fake, this ain't my coat
And i sent you letters that my brother wrote for me
Bitch, i lied, everytime i left town
I really stayed right here at home
Dickin hoes down, every penny that you helped my mom
With went straight to the asian spa, bitch
Hey look, i lied and i'm happy for it
Look how you turned out to be
You're no prize, no prize
Hey look, i lied and i'm happy for it
Look how you turned out to be
You're no prize, girl, no prize
Bitch, i lied, i didn't buy you that
I stole you that, and then i stole it back
It ain't no mr. right without a mr. wrong
First, and you fucked up and met mr. worst
I fucked a hooker and left skeet on your backseat
And kept on and never missed a beat
And bitch, i lied, my name ain't lance
I lied my way in and outta your pants
I never played football for michigan state
I lied to your neden and it bit the bait
I never won a medal for winnin a back stroke race
But bitch, i lied to your face
I'm the motherfucker that stole your momma's purse
And watched you and your daddy blame it on her
I lied everyday of our lives to your ear holes
(you look really good when you wear those)
Hey look, i lied and i'm happy for it
Look how you turned out to be
You're no prize, no prize
Hey look, i lied and i'm happy for it
Look how you turned out to be
You're no prize, girl, no prize
Bitch, i lied, about so much shit
Half the shit, i forget
I tell you new lies to cover the old
I throw hot new shit on top of the cold
Flip the script up and talk you blind
Backwards, re-enactment, rewind
Tangle the topic, have you blamin you
For the fucked up shit i do
I told you i owned a mcdonald's in thailand
(and you bought that shit, damn)
I told you that al pacino was my man
(and you bought that shit, damn)
I told you a whole lotta shit cuz i can
(and you bought that shit, damn)
You're no brize, bitch, no prize
Hey look, i lied and i'm happy for it
Look how you turned out to be
You're no prize, no prize
Hey look, i lied and i'm happy for it
Look how you turned out to be

Okay everybody, it's clown time, a clown is here.
Everybody sit around right here.
Because Shaggy the clown has a present for everybody.
I got your fuckin' present hangin' next to my nuts, now when i'm swinging on my hatchet, if it hits you it cuts.Don't make me chop your head in half, and smack the side with your cheeks.Because i haven't had my mineral in almost a week, your fuckin' momma brought me here to entertain your ass.So no matter what i'm doin' i expect you to laugh.Now when you see me do a trick, and if it isn't even funny, give me props, unless you want your little necks bloody.I could probably do a cartwheel or something if you move the couch, but that ain't what i'm fuckin' about.I could sew your motuh shut, and pump air in through your nose.And fuckin' pop your head but we'd get blood on our chlothes.Look, i'm a wicked clown, i ain't no fuckin' superhero. Ain't a big and scary, though I fly like little Ray Mysterio.I'm quick to beat down all you little bitches right in front of your mom and if the bitch get's heated, tell her, bring it on!
Oh shit it's your birthday, oh no it isn't.
It's somebody's birthday, oh no it isn't.
Oh shit it's your birthday, oh no it isn't.
It's your birthday.

Juggalos, come out to play...
Guess who's coming to your big town?
Jugglin jesters, kick-it clown
Circus sound, painted frown
Carnival of carnage creeping round
I'm Violent J and I'm sick
They try to run me down
But you know I'm too slick
And I slip and slide like a slinky
Slip and slide with my twinkie
Welcome to my world
As it winds and it twists
I'm a kick a funky little rhyme that you missed
Boo loo chewy wewwy doo boo
And you'd be fucked up if that was really voodoo
Come see the one at the show of your life
See me breathe fire and swallow a knife, right
I ain't swallowing nothing, Jack
But I can juggalo like you never thought you'd ever know
And we packin that funk
With a snap and a clap and a jump jump
So chicky chicky freak if ya wanna be down
Step on up
And kiss the clown
And kiss the clown
Kiss the clown
On up and kiss the clown
Step on up and kiss the clown
Stop the bus
Violent J comes out
Barrels to your face
And blow your fucking face off
Cause you know my mind is golden oh
Happen to catch me a Beverly show
Body fell asleep but my mind goes on
Welcome to the world of juggla's dome
First day I enrolled at the high school
Butt-naked with a axe
Wow, he's so cool
Stand up and say your name, tell us about yourself
My name's 2 Dope and I cut necks all to hell
Dylan, Dylan, I'm trying to find Dylan
I'm finna cut his throat with a carny carny killin
Rich boy never seen a ghetto jokero
Slap you in the head with a sledgehammo
Sorry Dylan didn't mean to knock ya
Then I stuffed his dead body in my locker
To the next class don't wanna be late
Finna ask Brenda on a little date
I heard this bitch likes to fight in clubs
Took her to a mud match threw a pair of gloves
Wants to get her ass beat by a fat dyke
And left the muddy ass bitch there for the night
Woke her in the morning, threw her in the trunk
Threw her in the trunk, cause the dumb bitch stunk
How you doing Brenda?
Mind if I bend ya?
Over rover, do me like Gumby
I'm sure you'd like that, you little skank
And when I finished
I stuffed her fucking head in the fish tank
Awww that's a beautiful aquarium
Yeah, you wanna see it
Hey come here bitch
Oh God it's lovely
Yeah, yeah, yeah have a closer look
Die bitch what's up?
What are you a lung fish?
What's up aqua man?
Die bitch die
That's right, bitch
Back to the school
Fat bitch in the locker
Couldn't fit her booty in
So I cut her booty off
Sometimes I feel like I'm already in hell
Throwing up children on Del Ray smell
Fuck those fucking fucks, uh
Rich fucks, man, fuck those fucks
Beverly Hills is Beverly Kills
I'm gonna bring ghetto carnival thrills
Where's that other little rich little fag
Looking for Brandon cause we can't stand him
I know my boys make the bass go boom
But shhh, you can hear jacking off in the boys room
Aww, aww, Dylan
Aww I want your anus
Aww, you're so hot
Kicked in the stall
Then I kicked in his jaw
Kicked him in face
And I kicked in his balls
Punk tried to run but he couldn't try to wobble
Bust him in the head with an empty Faygo bottle
Took him to the staircase
Jumped on his face
Road him down the bumpy chase
Can I hear him breathe one last note
Stuffed his back down his throat
Back to the locker
Boy oh, boy oh
Back to the locker
Stuff the fucker!
Back to the locker
Boy oh, boy oh
Back to the locker
Fuckin stuff that fucker!
Walking down the hall and I'm feeling like the shit
Cause all that's left is one skank ass bitch
Kelly, Kelly, your neden's kinda smelly
Funk down your legs, and up to your belly
But I'm with Del Ray
So funk don't fade me
Let me hit it man
You're finna kick the can (Sugar)
Come on, bitch, man
You're getting ready to die anyway
Bitch, calm down
Let me get a little poontang
You know what I'm saying
Let me get a little trip, bitch
You finna die
Okay, cause I'm not a raper
But you still make morning paper
Kelly found dead in her bathroom
Naww, Kelly found dead in her dad's room
No, Kelly found dead in her backyard
Cause Kelly choked on a joker's card
Smashed up bodies chilling in my locker
Kelly wouldn't fit
Chop, chop, chop, chop her
Oh no, principal know what I'm about
Cause one of Dylan's sideburns was sticking out
Oh shit, they chase me
Cause they found the bodies
Now I run my ass off
Yeah they're gettin mad
You can hear them cuss
Didn't look both ways, and got hit by bus
Crunched up under
Tangled in the wheels
Spit me out the muffler
You know how that feels
Lost both my legs so I'm running on my hands
Then I seen Prince so I clap cause I'm a big fan
And straight busted my face on the street
And here come the police

Remember me bitch, 8th grade
ball park, skinny ass well-fare aid
Ustler and Bruce brothers we was the shit
Dungeons, Dragons, and Bruce Lee flicks
quit school, nobody missed us,
nobody hugged and kissed us, only dissed us
now look at these beautiful model type high class women
takin' my dick in em'
you don't remember my kind in class
the wigged out freak starin' at your ass
never had the courage to even say hi,
only smell your perfume vapor when you walk by
I'm the scrub that never crossed your mind
now your flashing your titties at me waitin in line
and that's fine, while you're working your charm
look beneath the paint bitch, its the scrubs who won
look at him, the same pair of pants and that shirt again
an outcast, I knew I had to do something
figure out a way to make something out of nothin
open up shop, got what you need
speakers, clothes, CD's or bags of weed
but that shit got me nowhere except jail
me and all my homies to broke to make the bail
so now we're right back at the place we started
chuckles and laugh the second we turn our backs
assed out, but we was like "fuck yall"
we got each other and the drop of the homie call
look at us now bitch, holdin' platinum
all up on my dick, but I'm the same as back then
forget the money and fame because
beneath the paint life's just as it always was
another girl, I don't dare to confide in
playing that role, it hurts inside
here I am thinking she wants me
she only wants that killer on her CD
just when I couldn't feel any worse
bitch asked me if I could paint my face first
the day I finally get to leave this land
behind the paint will be the shell of a used up man
behind the paint will be the shell of a used up man
the shell of a used up man
the shell of a used up man
behind the paint will be the shell of a used up man
the shell of a used up man
the shell of a used up man
nothing left but the shell of a used up man
nothing left but the shell of a used up man
behind the paint will be the shell of a used up man
the shell of a used up man

So there I was watching Sanford and Son, working the graveyard shift. At a party store, rolling a spliff. I'm behind the
glass I see crackheads all night. But tonight the moon is red and shit ain't felling right. My first sight was a basehead
trying to break into my car. In plain view too, I ran out with a crowbar hammered it upside his cranium, he fell over
dead, but no blood, only dust, he's a fucking basehead. Here comes another one jumping out of a tree, but I ain't even
have to move, he missed by like 20 feet. He slammed down on the pavement, I quicked started kicking. Beat him with the
crowbar 'til he finally stopped twitching. Look behind me, seen another zombie in the register. I'm use to shooting em off
from begging from the customers, but now I gotta reach up under the seat and grab the hand-ax. Whipped it from there and
stuck it into his back.
THE ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!
They On A Mission
They Always On The Hunt For Something
They always missing
THE ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!
Every City, Every Town
They Always On The Hunt For Something
Never To Be Found
Goddamnit. It's 2 more in the cooler once in the back of the store. Pull my hand-ax out that back and then attack him
some more. I charged, but he busted me in the head with a pepsi. No effect, I left him shaking on the floor epilepsy. With
Their necks severed, fucking zombies for rocks. Another jumped on my back and we went thru the glass into the parking
lot. He tried to kill me, he told me "Gimmie Some Change!" All digging in my ear for it and shit...Deranged! I grabbed him
by his head and tired to yank it to the left to break his neck, but his head spun all the way around and that was fucking
it. I was outta there, I seen another coming out of the Grave. Zombies, begging for change!!! I'm fucking swinging at em.
knock their chin off their face, but they still coming at me, hands out, they wanna base. They Must think my white
eyeballs are giant crack rocks. I Gotta slap em' out they funky ass socks...HELP ME!!!
ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
They On A Mission
They Always On The Hunt For Something
They Always Missing
ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
Every City, Every Town
They Always On The Hunt For Something
Never To Be Found
They don't have a brain left behind their empty eyes. They want crack, rocka, coca and they buzzing like flies. You might
pull the arm off em if you try to shake their hand, Cuz their souls are gone, they just a shell of a man. Walking around
looking for rocks anyway they can get it, Even if you got AIDS, Them dirty bitches let you hit it. And you still getting
something worst then you already got. I seen one catch one in the head, not even know he got shot. It was crack smoke
blowing out the side of his head. He Put A Champagne cork in the hole and that was it. Basehead Zombies, millions of em'
and more. With the steam roller, roll em' over flat on the floor. Their like dead ass bodies walking around without the
ghost. With no clue where the fucking heading, but the rock roast. Opportunities were given, they let em' all pass. Now
they themselves ain't worth the shit out they ass.
ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
They On A Mission
They Always On The Hunt For Something
They Always Missing
ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
Every City, Every Town
They Always On The Hunt For Something
Never To Be Found
ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
They Coming For Your Goods
Simultaneously
In 50,000 Neighborhoods
ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
They Coming Out The dark
And They Coming For You
They Wanna Pull Out Your Heart And Smoke It
ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
They On A Mission
They Always On The Hunt For Something
They Always Missing
ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
Every City, Every Town
They Always On The Hunt For Something
They Always Missing
ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
They On A Mission
They Always On The Hunt For Something
They Always Missing
ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!
Every City, Every Town
They Always On The Hunt For Something

You know who you fucking with?
W-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-wicked clowns
Wicked clowns
Don't fuck with me
Wicked clowns
Don't fuck with me
Wicked clowns
As I walked through River Rouge, I saw this man
He was covered he was buttered snatched his jewelry and ran
I cought up with Nate and said, "I think It's worth a grand"
He smiled and he giggled and he shook my hand
His hand was going down handed me money so I'm giddy
The fucking snake was cruel, all they gave was $7.50 (What?)
My mamma threw me out I called my sister a whore
Now my house is abandoned, my bed is the floor
It's been a week I haven't eaten, I starve and I call
Saw my teacher Miss Elena up in Weatherton mall
I broke into her Docson, and jumped in the back
And waited for the bitch them put my shank to her neck
She offered her car keys, cried and said, "Please!"
She promised not to tell and give me A's and B's
I said, "I want your money, bitch, and all I can sell" (Now)
I looked into her eyes and she was SCARED AS HELL!
I new she was a snitch, so I cut off her tongue
Got happy with the trigger now I'm on the run, I'm an assassin!
My father was a priest, cold-blooded, he's dead
Hypocrite, he was a bigot so I cut off his head
Poured on the holy water, "Bless the dead" is what I said
And heard the demon screaming as his body bled
Now I'm drunk on the freeway, just the other day
I saw a fine hitchiker and I wanted to play
Pulled up to the curb so I can offer a ride
She said, "Thanks," I said, "No thang," and she got inside
Peepin' as I'm creepin', I'm packing an erection
I'm staring with my dick I'm like 'look,' with direction
Made it to her app. she got out and said, "See ya"
"Yo babe like won't you chill and help me kill this 2-liter?"(Baby)
Went into my trailer, I filled up a glass
Before she took a sip I had my dick in her ass
I banged it and banged it, this shit was absurd!
Like she was Sporty Spice and I was some fucking nerd
Then she rolled over and gave me a kiss, and said
"So when am I getting paid?" WHAT BITCH?!?!
First I tried to choke her, she went for the door
And said, "Welcome to the disease there's no cure for"
Bitch, I love you, but now you gotta die
I chased her through the door but she slammed it in my eye
She passed by my boy and I knew he was strapped
Billy pulled out his gun and shot the bitch in her back
Still wanting booty, I went for the hatchet
And screamed at the moon like a sick psychopathic
Choppin' and choppin' they said, "J, WHAT THE FUCK?!"
On the news they found her head stuffed up her butt, what?
I'm an assassin, hahahaha, a motherfucking assassin, eeeaahhhh, AN ASSASSIN!
A fucking assasin
Ah, an assassin
A motherfucking assassin
An assassin

Yeah...
I mean I hear what you're saying, I mean
You got carried away in the moment
And I could forgive you
I could do that
I could do anything, if I want to
I could buy you a Lexus truck with a white leather interior
I could kill off some bears and dogs and shit just to make you a fur coat
I could love you and treat you with class
And have babies falling all out your ass
But thinking about that...
I feel I'd rather kill you
('Cuz I got you in my car, and you ain't going nowhere bitch, you're dead)
I'd rather cut that neck in half
I'd rather choke out that bitch-ass
I'd rather chop and never stop
Because you fucked my homies
I could take all the face paint off and get a real job working for your dad
I would rather take a ten-pound axe and stick it in your daddy's forehead
I could let you move into my house
You'd fuck the neighbor every time I'd go out
And wipe his nut on my pillow (oh)
But I think I'd rather kill you
('Cuz we parked all alone and it's real dark anyway, hey)
I'm the one that killed your precious cat, and stuffed him in your fucking
mailbox
If I only hadn't cut off my hair, I'd choke you with all my dreadlocks
When I scream at the moon every night (Heh heh!)
You shouldv'e known something just ain't right
'Cuz I'm gonna slap you
And the I'm going to kill you
('Cuz the moon told me to, and it's watching us right now)
I could go back to school instead and try to get my diploma
I'd much rather bang your head on the wall, until you fall into a coma
'Cuz I can't get you out of my head
I'd cut my head off but the I would be dead
And I ain't the only motherfucker that's dying!
So let's just die togetherrrrrraaaaaagghhh!!!
Ahhh!! Let's just die together
Ahhh, yeah!! Let's just die together
Me and you, I'll kill you but, can you explain?
Let's just die together
Wicked clown told you, I'm gonna kill you

I climbed up the tree in the back and got on my roof top with my 22,
It's hot with little pops,
Started busting off shots aiming all at the sky,
I emptied out my gun busting all at the sky.
Then I went and stole a bow and arrow from my dad
To the arrows I tied gasoline soaked rags,
Climbed up with the Zippo, Lit em all of into the sky,
A trail of black smoke leading into the sky.
I bought some Chinese stars from the Kung Fu surplus,
They had em under the glass, I made the purchase,
Climbed up and I whizzed em off in the sky,
Even stood up on the chimney, whizzed em off in the sky
Then I found a double barrel with shells at Wal-Mart
I threw it next to the faygo in my shopping cart
I got home, climbed up, blew it into the sky
3:20 in the morning busting off at the sky
I got a blowgun too, a real one at that,
I dip the tips in poison, Lay up on my back
And now they piercing through the air straight up into the sky,
Its like the only thing you hear is "phew" into the sky
I bought a harpoon off the Internet and went up
And tried to shoot it, but the fucking Rip off, it got stuck.
I said fuck it, and I threw the spear up into the sky,
As fucking hard as I could, threw it into sky.
I spraying mace up there
I throw m-80s up there,
I'm shooting everything I got,
I sit and wait in my chair
Because I hate the sky above whether moon or sun
Whether rain or snow, since the pain has begun
I'm tryna aim for the heavens up into the sky
Tell me why the love of my life had to die
Hows she gonna leave me and not even say bye
I know that shes an angel and they're letting her fly
Every plan I thought we made together was a lie
She could of hung on, ill bet she didn't even try
She left me dry, and that no one can deny
And when she falls from the sky
I'm asking her why
Angels
Are falling
Angels
Are falling
Falling angels...
Come crashing down
To the floor
Wont stop
Till I get the one that

Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here
I think you should come up here
Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here
I think you should come up here
(Amy's in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic)
Yet another day of all the suffering it gave
I was just a little boy ever so naive
Amy was my best friend, I never want to hurt her
I never wanna ever wanna think about her murder
On the playground, I chase her down the slide
I chase her cross the monkey bars
And she would run and hide
Jinglin and tumbling, I pushed her off the sled
Amy coincidently hit her head
Jumbling inside my brain, down came the rain
Amy isn't answering, who would get the blame?
Amy isn't laughing, Amy isn't crying
Amy isn't really breathing, God I think she's dying
Suddenly, the air is cold I must get her inside
Even though she died, Amy has to hide
Nobody must ever know that I made Amy sick
Lock her up forever in the attic
Maybe it's best they buy it, thinking did she really die
I'm thinking if it's really true
Then how come I am telling you
And if I really meant to do it
Should I be a victim too
Should I walk the terror stairs
And see if all my terror fairs, no
Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here
Amy's in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic
I think you should come up here
Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here
I think you should come up here
Every day I suffer but eleven years have passed
How long will this keep and the nightmares last
Sitting in my living room, another strange feeling
I think I'm hearing tiny footsteps on the ceiling
Looking in my mirror, the image isn't clear
I feel as if a little girl is standing at my rear
Then I awake at the blink of an eye
Voices from the attic yelling, why?
What if Amy wasn't dead living in the box
Banging on the walls, rattling the locks
Feeding on the roaches, rodents, and filth
And when there's nothing left, she feeds off herself
Why do I think of Amy in this way?
She was once a lovely girl running out to play
Maybe it's all a dream insane fanatic
Maybe there's no Amy in the attic after all
Maybe it's best they buy it, thinking did she really die
I'm thinking if it's really true
Then how come I am telling you
And if I really meant to do it
Should I be a victim too
Should I walk the terror stairs
And see if all my terror fairs, no
Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here
Amy's in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic
I think you should come up here
Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here
Amy's in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic
I think you should come up here
Maybe it's best they buy it, thinking did she really die
I'm thinking if it's really true
Then how come I am telling you
And if I really meant to do it
Should I be a victim too
Should I walk the terror stairs
And see if all my terror fairs
Amy isn't dead...
Maybe it's best they buy it, thinking did she really die
I'm thinking if it's really true
Then how come I am telling you
And if I really meant to do it
Should I be a victim too
Should I walk the terror stairs
And see if all my terror fairs
Amy's in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic
Barrels to my nugget semi glock automatic
Should I pull the trigger, would this break the chains
That keeps Amy locked in my brain
No, I must be starting to pray that I'm wrong
I pray it's just a fantasy that carried on too long
Amy isn't dead, I never knew an Amy
I was just a boy, how can you blame me?
Maybe that's okay, but she's tapping at the walls
I see a darling little girl is floating down the hall
Slowly coming toward me, her arms are spreading wide
Opens up her mouth to show the maggots inside
Crying, whining, rotting is the feeling
Tiny drips of blood crowning from the ceiling
Landing on my head, I'm psycho-sick
I've finally had it
Amy, know I'm coming to the attic!
Maybe it's best they buy it, thinking did she really die
I'm thinking if it's really true
Then how come I am telling you
And if I really meant to do it
Should I be a victim too
Should I walk the terror stairs
And see if all my terror fairs yes
Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here
Amy's in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic
I think you should come up here
Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here
Amy's in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic
I think you should come up here
Maybe it's best they buy it, thinking did she really die
I'm thinking if it's really true
Then how come I am telling you
And if I really meant to do it
Should I be a victim too
Should I walk the terror stairs
And see if all my terror fairs
Maybe it's best they buy it, thinking did she really die
I'm thinking if it's really true
Then how come I am telling you
And if I really meant to do it
Should I be a victim too
Should I walk the terror stairs
And see if all my terror fairs
Maybe it's best they buy it, thinking did she really die
I'm thinking if it's really true
Then how come I am telling you
And if I really meant to do it
Should I be a victim too
Should I walk the terror stairs
And see if all my terror fairs
Maybe it's best they buy it, thinking did she really die
I'm thinking if it's really true
Then how come I am telling you
And if I really meant to do it
Should I be a victim too
Should I walk the terror stairs
And see if all my terror fairs

Gang bang. Pissed off. Swang thangs. Shit talk. Southwest. Street hood. Spit on. Ripped
off. No hoes. Pro wings. No real. Gold rings. Lips swoll. Chin rocked. Eyes in them "O"
rings. Street clown. No joke. Voodoo. No hox. Never die. Cant croke. Strokes for them old
folks. Smoke dope. Pop pills. Lift axe. Chops kill. Drink blood. Drip spills. Grab the mic
and drop skills chased off. Broke down. People up Folk down. Full moon. Choke sound. On the
murder-go-round. No love. No slack. Pie face. Slap back. Heffer,let me tap that. Like you a
chip munk and...
I'm an alley rat, an alley rat
I only want to be where the scrubs be at.
I gotta get it, i wanna get it, the lot i gotta get it.
I gotta get it, i wanna get it, the lot i gotta get it
I gotta get it...
Last place. Dont care. Scrub life. I'm there. Red mist. I wear. Wet blood. Big smear. Just
know. Dark nights. Warm glow. Street lights. Breakin in. Tied tight. I'm taking all i like.
No look. Fuck style. Never calm. Buck wild. Jumpin off. Rooftops. Face painted. Fake smile.
(Who? What? What chuck? Nevermind. What the Fuck?)
Now im ridin up stuck underneath an ups truck.
(What you see? I looked around. Tell me. Thought i seen a clown)
No peep. Not a sound. No one lookin. Never found. Fuck jobs. Fuck rules. Fuck church. Fuck
school. Fuck court. Fuck jail. Hospitals and funerals (fuck em)
I aint goin im hoein you hoes out. When i die, bury me with my dick in your mouth
I'm an alley rat, an alley rat
I only want to be where the scrubs be at.
I gotta get it, i wanna get it, the lot i gotta get it.
I gotta get it, i wanna get it, the lot i gotta get it

Rude boy sittin pancaked on 23's
Clown Love to chicago juggalos
we underground like Blaze
my dead homie
and yours
we dead
we dead, no wait a minute... we don't die!
we don't die
we dead
Maybe i like bloody, murder music, you know shit like " stab your fuckin eye"
Maybe i like eatin shit like Tylenol PM's cuz 5 or 6 will get you high
Maybe i like punchin people i don't even know, i knock em flat up fuckin out (PAH)
Tuck some money in they jacket with a note that simply reads " i had to let some anger out" (sorry)
Maybe i only hang with weirdos, and hoodlums, and junkies, i keep em be my side (what up)
Maybe mam doesnt understand a friend is hard to come by, so i'll keep what i can find (My Boys)
Maybe i got 2 felonies, tattoos on my neck and i always paint my face
Can i still data your daugter? i mean i think i outta, i like the way she taste
AINT YO BIDNESS
how i act!
AINT YO BIDNESS
dont get slapped!
AINT YO CONCERN
WHAT WE DO
LESS YOU WANT YO
face slapped too!
Maybe i dont even like you, but i gotta front cuz your a record label guy (mother fucker)
What if i dragged you by the hair, into the street, and beat your ass, and put a boot up in your eye (Puh! Bitch!)
Maybe i would rather fuck a Missy Elliot before a Tony... "Braxton"
Maybe i would rather fuck a Mecy Grey before a Janet... "Jackson"
Maybe i dont have no self esteem so i like to pick on everbody else
Maybe when i was a boy, underneath my shirt i had bruises and welts "Oh" (its ok)
Maybe i was hungry, bottom barrel poor, and my mom was always sick
Maybe i'm lying, i'm just trying to find an excuse to be a dick, I'm a dick - dick
Maybe i'm upset that you left me, i'll ahng myself right above your bed " you should try suicide"
From the ceiling fan, so i'll be swingin when you walk i, i might kick you in the head (Stook!)
Maybe i got seven therapists, i been committed, but manager he got me free (Double A yall)
18 Pills a day, i get so dizzy and high, sometimes i can't even see, (I gotta sit down)
AINT YO BIDNESS
how i act!
AINT YO BIDNESS
dont get slapped!
AINT YO CONCERN
WHAT WE DO
LESS YOU WANT YO

Chillin at the Studio
Chillin at the Studio 85 bucks an hour
So hurry up and loop a beat Mike, come on!
I'm Violent J,
but my homies call me shithead
But that's my homies
To you I'm Violent J bitch
I put my boys on a track even though they suck
"Yo dawg I'm Dave I don't give a fuck."
I did a record deal
I signed a contract
Technically for Island I can only rap
But fuck that, with Twiztid I'ma still spit
Even though I got a cold and I sound like shit
What the fuck was that?! (Coughs)
Fuck it, leave it in that shit was phat
You heard this beat 80 times and I'ma still freak it
And if you notice my shit don't even rhyme
Look at that ...
I ain't even got a rap and it's still phat
My shit went gold
I got fat knots
And your still flyering parking lots
You might say my vocals are up too loud
So I'mma turn em up louder and I'll piss you off.
Psychopathic Records are geniuses
Get off on penises
Here comes the chorus, but I got no hook
Instead I'll just fuck with the phonebook
Hello?
Yeah uh Harry Sacks please?
Who is this?
Uh Harry hey this is Slim Anus down at the cannery uh,
Dick Shooter left a bulletin, something about uh
Tou filling in his slot tonight down at the uh garage
We got a casement of fudge, we need as many packers
that we can get uh, uh Sacks
Hello?
My name is Jamie Madrox and I got fat balls
I'm always urinating in the motel halls
I got a big head that never fits a hat
So you ain't seen me wearin a damn thing green bitch
I'm far from rich I got a hooptie
With a smash in the fender
And in the back too
I got a broken taillight and I'll smash you, bitch
Get outta my way, we got clown luv
Phat props to the lyrical Tom Dub.
It's the M, O, N, O, and I can't even spell the rest
It takes too long and I need a fuckin cigarette
I can't hear
My right ear's mad wack
So shut the fuck up and listen or get an ass kicking
I slap hoes and call them bitches to their face
And scream "Now fuck off bitch, Twiztid in the place!"
So back up, recognize and check nuts
Cause simply my dear, I don't give a fuck!
Psychopathic
Yo this Mo Styles in dis peace, what's up son?
Hello?
Yeah, what's up son
I'm lookin' for this deal you know what I'm sayin
I got raps to bust for y'all
Y'all ready for Mo Styles?
I'm about to kick this flow
You ready for this shit or what?
Who is this?
Word life son
I'm Mo Styles
I'm straight from the hood
I got all my peoples on 1-800-increase-y'all
We coming hard
(Bring it, bring it, bring it)
My name's 2 Dope
And sometimes Shaggy
Sometimes Shaggs
And some times Gweedy
I get mad stupid
I gets mad ill
Locked down on all 5, fuck it
I do this still
Stretch my nuts back like a sling shot
I plant em in your mouth
Shake my hips like Elvis
Wiggling my pelvis
Last kid that stepped
I applied the camel clutch
And stretched his back like a muthafuckin bungie jump
What!
(Uh, uh, uh)
I'm Violent J back to make you smile more
I let my nutsack drag on the tile floor
I kick free styles for miles
My gold comes in piles
I worked on Belle Isle
I picked up deer shit and now I spit raps
I snap your neck

[ring]
"Hello?"
"You have a collect call from 'fookoff!'
Please answer the following question "yes", or "no",
Will you pay for the call?"
"Is this on?"
"Gather round my wealthy friends
And endure the horrifying sights
Only your worst nightmares can produce
Actual human beings of a deformed nature
Come at once
And come and indulge yourself
In our own twisted amusement of
Another's misfortune
Yes, ladies and gentlemen
Enter our three ring show of freaks"
[Violent J]
Ring one, a dung a dung dung
My name's Violent J and I staple my tongue
To the desk in school then I run down the hall
Scaring the shit out of all y'all bitches
Which is why you don't invite mine to your parties
Just 'cause I don't look like everybody
I guess they're bunch of rich boys, bitch boys
Scary, bula!
And what's the big deal about my neck
Just because now and then I like to let it stretch
Up a couple feet to get a better sight
Is that any reason to scream and run in fright
No, so, now how ya gonna act?
So what if I got another arm growing out of my back
I guess I'm just another freak show thing
And now they got me in the three ri-ii-ii-ings
[Chorus (2x):]
Three rings a ding a ding ding
People love to point and stare
Three rings a ding a ding ding
It's the same as everywhere
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Ring two, how do you do?
I'm Shaggy 2 Dope, chicken-faced bitch, who?
You don't try to front hoe
Try to play me out just 'cause I'm running with the sideshow
Or maybe it's the leg growing out my neck
But don't jet baby, heh, not yet
I'm popping in like a pound of lead
Black n blue, his next roll and drop me on my head
Oh shit, I knew I had to fuck up my circuits
'cause when I was two my momma left me at the circus
Abandoned at the carnival with the freak shows
Like bat boys, hermaphrodites and old man crow
But then I escaped to the ghetto zone
Started a crew of my own, motherfucker, I'm not alone
So don't be sticking your finger in my face stank
Or your stomach might receive a shank from the three ring freak...
[Chorus (2x)]
"I certainly hope your enjoy yourselves
Here at our three ring exhibit
But to be honest I really don't see
What's so fucking funny about it
These fucking people are real!"
[Violent J]
Ring three, the ICP
Look if you want but I wouldn't lay a hand on me
That's how you get fucked up
We'll squeeze your windpipe shut
Yo, I'm a nerd word, I drink Thunder Bird
Have Snake woman kick my love to the curb
She busted into my tent, now I'm fucked
Had the fat bearded lady in the buck, uh
Fuck that, bitch, suck that
I was born with a wang but I never had a nut sac
Just two balls hanging with no protection so
I move real careful and slow
You can call me a weirdo, call me a freak
Call me Don Knots 'cause I'm getting on it every week, uh
So come see the carnival and threw me your change, bitch
I chill with the three rings
[Chorus(2x)]
"Well, that's it
I hope you're satisfied
I hope you had a good time
You fucking heartless bastards
You saw what you wanted
So grab your fucking kids
And that fat flop of shit wife of yours
And get the fuck out of our circus tent
You cold-hearted sons of bitches
You think they look fucked up
Just wait till I kick your
Fucking lips in a couple times
You'll be sitting up here like a bitch
And we'll laughing at your folded ass
They'll call you lumpy
After I done put knots
All over your fucking forehead
Yeah, hey, hey little boy, come here
How'd you like it if I tied your neck in a knot
You fucking little bitch
Come here, I'll shove that
Fucking corn dog up your ass
Get the fuck out of here
Show's fucking over
Get the fuck out of here

(die bitch, fuckin die!)
ALL NIGHT
Find me robbin your jewels
Settin fires
Damaging, and breakin into schools
IN THE DARKNESS
Its much easier to be heartless
Break the window out the Lincoln
And screwdriver start this
Muggin people
Droppin on 'em from street lights
Stab 'em with garden tools,
Or beat 'em with pipes
So dont come out
Stay inside cozy and tucked
And if im breakin in
Ay old lady's gettin..
Fook'd!
ALL DAY
Car jacks get outta the van
As soon as they step out
I pop 'em anyway "BLAMMM!"
I rob liquor stores with a lil 22 hold
I know its nothing but its something
When its butin at your nose
SUNNY DAYS
I hit up the beach with cleats on
And stomp the bitches in they ass
Tryina tan in they thongs
ALL DAY
See me fuckin hookers at truck stops
And then i kill 'em
Cause thats where my buck stops
ALL NIGHT
Im wicked and i got the power
Bloodsheds on the wall during the witching hour
IN THE DARKNESS
See me ride by an impala
Draggin some fuck ass by his foot and hear him holla
IN THE NIGHT TIME
I take whats rightfully mine
I run through emergency rooms and sever life lines
Fuck the limelight i'm the one i need to impress
With a doiuble dip swinging ax chop to your chest
ALL DAY
Im sellin coke laced joints to little kids
I'm a clown in a milk truck handlin biz
IN THE SUNSHINE
I been known to take shots at the po
Im in the bushes with the camouflage on and rifle scope
ALL DAY
I wicked
I keep it horrifying
Ax murdered some kid and his dad kite flying
I knock the fuckin mail man out on the grass
And burned holes in his face
With the magnifying glass
ALL NIGHT
I fly like a vampire bat
And murder people telling stories where the campe fires at
BLAME IT ON THE MOONLIGHT OR BLAME IT ON THE BOOGIE
I shot the mother fuckin sheriff and his deputy rookie
WHEN ITS DARK OUT
I hit the streets in the shadows and grab yos, and
BOOGIE THE WOOGIE
And stab ho's
Dont even give me a pound when you see this clown
You gettin cut the fuck up
And chopped the fuck down
ALL DAY
Catch me picnicking with the bitches in the park
Right before i icepick 'em in the heart 24/7
If it aint us its somebody gettin bloody
Wicked clowns aint the only ones nutty buddy
CATCH ME, TOUNGE KISSIN
A severed head
Catch me burying another bitch dead
Behind a shed
It doesn't matter
Night or day
All around the clock
VILOENT J AND SHAGGY
CHOP, CHOP, CHOP, CHOP!

I got shot with a buck shot, shot me down
But you know you can't paint a frown on a clown
Sewer gutter blood runs through my system
Death stopped by but I must have just missed him
Am I in a southwest street gang?
Do I bang, do I slang, do I let my motherfuckin' nuts hang?
But do you care
I got stabbed in the eye and you wadn't no where
And what about the time I got fucked
When I got shot in the throat...fuckin' sucked
But you news wouldn't know me
You could give a fuck less never the less unless
Something happened in your suburbs
I'm a cut your daddy's neck, you little fuckin' nerd
I don't give a fuck where you're from boy
So don't tell me cuz I don't give a fuck
It's all about what's going on in your head
Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don't bother you
Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don't bother you
You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead
The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection
I woke up next to a dead body
Roll it out the way and jump out of bed
Strap on my kicks and step out my room
Cuz somehow there's another stiff in the bathroom
Dead fucks all over the grass
I'm a kick somebody in they dead ass
Quick to make a left on Jefferson
And I noticed there's another stiff riding shotgun
Am I just seeing things? No.
Is your mother a soggy ho?
I like to drink Faygo, out from the scotties
But then one out of one of my homeboys turned into dead bodies
But I'm straight with that
Just don't be leaving your guts in my car n' shit
Wait a minute, wait, get your head on straight
I drop seventeen tears from eyes every fucking day
I gotta wonder if they do
Should I burn the rebel flag or the red white and blue too
I can't do much, but they can
But those motherfuckers gotta death wish, man
I'm gonna swim in they blood shed
Justi-justify the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don't bother you
Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don't bother you
You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead
The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection
Yeah, dead bodies man
They ain't so bad
I mean they're all over in the
Streets n shit ya know
But they don't be fuckin' with you
They just lay there dead as shit
I mean they tasted kinda straight
With a little mustard, man
Yeah, much worse
Seventeen dead bodies hanging from a telephone wire
All seventeen on fire
Lightening up the sky with the smell of death
Rich bigot fucker, take a deep breath
Look at you makes me go baddy
Motherfucker don't be nothing like your daddy
Cuz he's nothing but a redneck hoe
Him and his kind created this ghetto
They can deal with they own creation
Move out farther, suburb vacation
But it don't work like that
Knock at your door and it's me running slug bat
I'm a stick it to your fuckin' nugget
About seventeen times and you're gonna love it motherfucker
Drive down my street
And stare at the folks who can't make end's meat
You don't know now but that's the plan
Most people in Hell were rich when they died, man
Take that to your golden bed
Cuz I'm a cut your ass up for the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don't bother you
Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don't bother you
You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead
The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection
Well, ya know Violent J's kinda wicked
If there's a booger in my nose I'm a pick it
And flick it in your eye like you ain't jack
And stomp my boots on your nutsac
Well, I'm Shaggy and I'm in the house
You don't think so, I'll put a brick in your mouth
Can't nobody flex on a nutty clown
I got boys down river straight hick town
Well, ya know I'm coming straight from the trailor park
That's me out front working on the Skylark
I'm waiting on a check, I don't cut the grass
And my woman's got babies falling all out her ass
I'll be running with the carnival until I'm eighty
And tonight I'm going out with the fat lady
I strip the bitch down to the nitty gritty

"Wake...
Revenge is mine
12 people will die tonight"
Now I look and then reborn
Though I have just until dawn
I remember every face
Spirits show me every place
First one sleeps inside his bed
Place my fingers on his head
To each temple push and smother
Till my fingers touch each other
Next one makes love to his wife
Only wish to take his life
For his family's done no wrong
Place his children on the lawn
Tell the misses, leave the room
Less she wish to witness doom
Grab the squirming filthy goat
And shove the dresser down his throat
I must quickly use my gift
Next two work the midnight shift
Drinking coffee in the back
I will listen to them chat
Hear them speaking of my death
Hear the laughter in their breath
But the laughter quickly died
When their heads collide
Die!
You're gonna die...
Now my anger's growing worse
Next one's working as a nurse
Have to make a doctor's call
Drag my body down the hall
Grab a scalple and a blade
Time to play the nurse's aide
Operate and strap her down
Carve her face into a clown
Killed another then three more
Now we're down to only four
This man drives a taxi cab
Another wicked life to grab
Screaming that he'd thought I'd died
Let's go for a taxi ride
In the wreck of twisted steel
The stearing wheel becomes his meal
This man watches his TV
Scanning channels endlessly
Stops at station forty-four
It's the Wicked Clown Show
Watch me juggle, watch me dance
In 3-D watch me enhance
Watch me crawl out from the screen
And squeeze your neck until you're green
Die!
You're gonna die...
Time...
Even though, there's just one left
I feel my bones becoming stiff
And now I wonder endlessly
The spirits have abandoned me
My limbs are falling piece by piece
My ears and fingers in the street
But still yet see no morning sun
And here's my victim's early run
Quickly grab him from behind
Round his neck with fishing twine
Keep him still and pull the string
Watch his head go bobbaling
Listen to my riddle song
Even though my crime was wrong
Murder me just for your law
And I'll be back for all y'all
Die!
You're gonna die...

(Hey yo J)
What's up player?
(You know they don't like juggalos over there)
Right
(50 bucks says you don't get nothin)
Man, let me tell you somethin
Check this out (What up?)
It might sound shady
But I fuck a rich hoe named Grady.
They call her that cause her hair is blue,
She's one of them rebellious rock chicks too.
Anyway she has a big hoop in her neden,
Rings, chains, needles, pins, and things
Tatoos, it might sound fierce,
But I swear to God the bitch gots her butthole pierced.
She told me she liked it rough, I'm like straight,
First thing she did was punch me in the face,
I'm about to plant one to her jaw,
Before I could she was tounging my balls,
Oooooh whadablah, I dropped my weapon,
Looked down and my nuts was kicksteppin,
We was butt naked all over the floor
It felt weird though cause we was at the Faygo store.
Momma don't like this wicked clown
I might come from the dark side of town
When she's gone and you're alone again
50 bucks says you'll let me in
(Hey yo Shaggy)
What up player?
(You know they don't like juggalos over there)
Right
(50 bucks says you don't get nothing)
Maan, let me tell you somethin.
I've done fuck bitches both sides of the border,
Nuthin like Gretta the millionaire's daughter,
Something like 950-sumthin pounds,
5'8" tall and she looove clowns.
Bitch had titties like water balloons,
My boys used to swing off 'em like baboons,
She'd buy us chocolates, swiss cheese pie,
And take it, and bake it... completely naked,
An ocean of loopness it ain't like nuthin,
Just jump anywhere in the mess and start humpin,
Don't really matter where I stick my dick,
I just reach (yeah), and grab (yeah), and stab (yeah), and jab (yeah),
But that ain't the reason that I love this hoe,
She used to do a funny little trick with my dick hole:
She'd blow into it and make a wish,