Bale Pandiya (2009)

Actors

• Vivek (actor)
• Vaiyapuri (actor)
• V. Jayaprakash (actor)
• John Vijay (actor)
• Piaa Bajpai (actress)
• Cell Murugan (actor)
• Vishnu Vishal (actor)
• Chandrasekar Siddharth (director)
• Shamsundar Asrani (actor)
• Girbarn (actor)
• Amarendran (actor)

Genres

• Comedy

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• 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.
• Wickit Klowns - I.C.P.

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?

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