INTRO
It was a soft
gentle night
In the little town of, of, well, your town
The gentle
breeze swept the streets
Creating that pleasant howl that these kind town
folks
Have enjoyed for so many, many years
The wind chimes sent their
peaceful melodies
Into the ears of the sleepy residents
But the unusual
was approaching in the distance
Something evil was heading towards this
small town
While the residents slept, something crept
Slithered and
crawled its way through the quiet streets
Guided by the moon light
These
frightening strangers set up tents and rides
Shows and games, there were
savage jesters
And wicked ringmasters
There were horrid freak shows
And sights only the impending doom will witness
They brung with them the
carnage
That they had lived with for eternity
The morning is a new day
The people of this town will unwillingly witness
The show of their
lives, only rumored to exist
You will be the next to die helplessly
At
the Carnival of Carnage
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CARNIVAL OF CARNAGE
Carnival of Carnage (26x) Yo, and now for your enjoyment
Please welcome
The
IC-motherfucking-P... Notes: Backwords talking and laughter in background
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THE JUGGLA
Well, you know the juggla jumped in the mixer
Been down the road and
I broke a few necks
And I'll break a few more, so what's up
Road by me
on the corner, I'm a hold my nuts up
Its finna fuck you wit' dat
But if
you a sewer skank let me hit dat
Cuz I'm Violent J, ain't even one to fake
it
I wanna see some folded up skank bitches naked
I pass out when it
gets dark
And woke up naked at the Clark Park
Gotta go, gotta get before
I get the wrap
Gotta chopped off head chilling in my lap
Mr. Shrink, Mr.
Shrink, I'm sick
Lunatick-tick-tock, it don't quit
It don't quit, it
don't quit
Mr. Shrink, I'm sick, a lunaticky-tick
The doctor told me I'm
a psycho
So I ate his face like I don't know
Knife to the neck and got
some more
The night of the axe, the night of the forty fuck
Bitch, I'm a
man you can talk ta
But after you leave I'm a stalk ya
If you're a
little kid I'm a take ya
And if you're neck I'm a break ya
If you're an
old lady I'm a mug ya
Cuz bitch, you can't fuck with the juggla
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, he is...the juggla
He'll cut your windpipe,
eat your face
And slit your motherfucking heart out
You can see this
freak show at the world famous Carnival of Carnage
Keep juggling,
motherfucker! Cuz ya know the juggla will throw ya up fast
And if I drop you that's
your ass
I shake and twist, try to keep calm
I might go to hell cuz I'm
down with Esham
Gotta rhyme for your Uncle Willy
Then I hit him in the
head with a Billy
Willy, Willy, watch your mouth
And fuck the south
Running with a gang of twenty street hoods, yo
What's up bitch, ah,
what's up ho?
Sometimes you act like you ain't down
With a psychotic
wicked clown
Fucking my friends ain't healthy
Cuz I grab you by the face
and fuck you up
And it's like that bitch that's the way it is
I'm
allowed to fuck, ho, I'm in show biz
Sets in the hood want me for dead
So I paint my tag on they forehead
Stick your little 'kay by my taggin'
You can fit twenty clowns in a Volkswagon
And we coming straight to your
brick house
I'm a huff, and puff, and blow your fuckin' neck loose
And
then I might mug ya
Cuz they're will be no fucking with the juggla
Juggling eyeballs, juggling heads
What you've heard about, what you've
read
The juggling wicked clowns will come to your
Birthday party,
wedding, and barmitzva
And cut your back off for a small fee
The juggla
ain't taking no shorts from nobody Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh
Let the fucking bass go And the juggla make it last
Down with 2 Dope and try n' get trashed
My fellow fucking fellas
Southwest gangster killas
Violent J, the
psychopathic
Some might say I'm schitsofrantic
Others think I'm quite
the psychic
But somehow the bitches like it
What's up bitch, let me get
the shot
Right here and now, butt-naked on the spot
Why am I like this,
like that
Why are you like that, like this
The ghetto took my brain and
motherfuck I want it back
I'm that nerd in the back of the class
That
went psycho and killed your ass
I slash and cut and hack
With a "Kick
Me" sign on my back
In my corner is scyne therapy
They take care of me,
but don't stare at me
Cuz like I said I'll mug ya
Now run on home and
don't fuck with the juggla Finally happened, the wicked clown have come to your town
And he's got
your daughter by the hand
Showing her a new land
The southwest ghetto
zone, where all the jugglas roam
Come one, come all and have the juggla cut
your face off
Skip to the lou Juggla juggla fuck with the juggla
You can't fuck with the juggla
Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh
Let the fucking bass go
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FIRST DAY OUT
Got
another funky rhyme
Another funky, funky rhyme
Got another funky rhyme
Another funky rhyme
Another funky, funky rhyme
Aw shit, man, that's the ICP!!!
This is my jam!!!
I'm on a
psychedelic, motherfucking inter-gallactic void G!!!
Aw, shit! >Well, they let the gate up so I bail
It's been six months pick me up
from the county jail
With a smog mother payin' my dues
Steel toliets,
worn blankets, and rubber shoes
But I ain't naggin'
Here come the fellas
I can hear the muffler draggin'
8 men in the car long
And the Faygo is
almost gone
My nuts are kinda hard so I need a mate
So my homeboy's
cousin set me up with a blind date
She said "Pick me up at three"
Can't
bitch, the bus don't ride your street, ho
We gonna eat at Mexican Village
Take a cab and I'll pay the tab
And when she showed, well, I'll be
damned
Left my wallet at home on the TV stand
Have her pay him and for
dinner too
The knot in my sock, it done bit you
She's all prettied up
for nothing
I'm smelling like shit and my chin is scruffing
And I'm
chewing on my food like a pitbull
Cuz I won't front for the ho
Stuck my
face in a bowl of soup
And just sucked it all up threw my missin' tooth
The bitch jumped up with a boom
"I have to fix my hair" and broke to the
bathroom
She's got the tab, so I go for mine
And order up some '52
vintage wine
Hey, Louie, bring a fuckin' steak with that
Motherfuckers
like jail say fuck dat
She's back now and her hair ain't fixed
Probably
took a long greasy-ass smelly shit
I ain't saying nothing though
I ain't
saying nothing bout the funkin' ho
What's up bitch, I'm ready to break
How long can one fat bitch take?
Quite snacking and pay me saps
Cuz
we goin' home to meet her pops* "So Joe, what is that you do for a living?"
"Aww, come on pops, you seen
me selling rocks on
Verner and Springwell. Matter fact, I think I sold
to that fat bitch in the kitchen" |
