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Insane Clown Posse.
Paroles.
Riddle
Box
| Intro [Music playing in car]
[Guys Talking]
[Car Crashes]
Voice:
Welcome Sir!
Guy: Where the fuck am I? Wh-Where am I?
Voice: It's
not Where you're at! It's where you're going,
and you won't know until
you
Turn The Crank.
Voices: Turn the crank. Turn the
Crank.
[Music sounds as crank is turned]
Guy: umm....
[Trap
door opens]
Guy: AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
Voice: Ha ha haha aha
haha haha ha haha hahaha hoohoo ho
hahaha ha ha
ha-Alright
who's next? |
Riddle
Box
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to your death!
Now let's see where you're
headed, turn the crank!
And experience what's in store for you,
deep
within the mighty riddle box!(w/echo)
(chorus):
He hehe he he he he he hehe heh-heh-heh!
Da joke's on you!
(hehe Riddle box!)
He hehe he he he he he hehe heh-heh-heh!
Da joke's on
you! (hehe Riddle box!) Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked clownz... hey,
I'm Violent J. And I'm
here, well I'm here to kick yo' ass.
We, the wicked juggalos, we juggle
those who live like hoes and chose...
The Express Route, One Way.
Straight
down the spiral twist to the Riddle Box. (chorus)
(chorus) Hey, what's up motherfucker!
This is Shaggs 2 dope congratulatin'
you...
For openin' the box. The Riddle Box.
It looks like you
received your prize. The cost?
Well the cost was your life!
Bitch-boy!
Ah ha-ha Ha-ha Ha-ha-ha ha ha ha (chorus) Tell me sir, what can you do?
It looks like the joke's on you. (repeat 4x
mixed w/:) C'mon on down and turn the crank.
Let's see where your soul will
spend the rest of eternity.
What's it gonna be, Mister? Heaven or
Hell?
The bonus or the bones!
Turn the crank and let's find
out.
C'mon on down, Mister, you don't have anything to be scared of do
you, sir?
So what's gonna pop out of the mighty Riddle Box?
Spin the
crank and let's find out. Whadda ya say?
Step right up. Who's first? Who's
brave enough
To step into their new eternal destiny?
Surely someone
must be confident,
That their life wasn't totally evil.
Step right up and seal your fate.
|
| The
Show must go On
Awwwwwwwwww, Shit! Yo, check it out, man, ICP back in the haugh
man!
Violent-J, man, 2 Dope, man, wicked clownz, man. Ha ha ha!
Hey, quick, hurry up, bang.
Open your mouth cause here comes my
wang.
I'm Violent-J, the southwest skitzo.
Born in a big top
magical-majisto
Dead-body disco. Rappin' to the hoochies.
Dirty old
fat hoe's come up with a smoochie.
Hoochie-coochie, la la la la
la.
I might pull your tongue out your mouth and try to hang ya.
It's
a full moon and the riddles are calling.
Three more cards and the skies
will be falling.
But don't take it from me, I'm just a clown.
Wicked
clown, wicked town,
Juggalugagaluga lick it down, man up till my nuts
start singing, dancing,
hopping,
I'm a keep bringing riddles and
tricks and dead body chicks
With the swing of my magical wand,
The
show must go on. "Well, it all began when I was very young. My feelings were so excited
about
the carnival
rides. Everyone was jolly and jittery. I waited
for their wackets until well
after dusk. That
night, while I was
sleeping, I was awoken by a glow appearing. And, looking
out, I
saw
strange men, cursing and filthy, and there were clowns, setting up
their dreary
tent." I'm 2 dope and I sport tight wranglers.
Don't say a word or I'll
kick ya in the neck bitch.
Everybody 'round, make way for the
clown,
In New York, in LA, in southwest town.
Walked into El Rays,
almost got my ass kicked.
Rather just chill in the yard in my
casket.
Call up the hoe's have 'em swing by the tomb,
And get a
little stinky stank up in this bitch.
Killer clowns kicked out the
circus.
Used to get live let the midget ladies work this.
I was a
freak show, they called me the pogo.
I can make my ballsack bob like a
yoyo.
"Give it up! Give it up!"
Southwest looney tune, killed
another red neck fun,
His head a looney dune, gooney boon, gooney
goon,
I can hear the loons in my head as I sing my wicked song.
The
show must go on. "I've never been afraid of clowns but these clowns were different. There
was
nothing
funny about these clowns at all. The smiled, they
juggled, they laughed, but
yet something
was terribly, terribly,
wrong. I didn't like these clowns for I could see
through them,
I
knew what they were really like. I knew that this carnival that had come
to my
village was
an evil, evil thing." (Chorus):
Come see the show, big top show,
Walk hand in hand
with the dead carnival.
Dead carney, carnies, dead juggalos.
Walk
hand in hand with the dead carnival.
(End chorus) You ask do we gang, do we bang in a gang, mang?
Do we bang-bang? I'm
a gang banger, man!
I bang in a gang, mang.
You can suck my wang,
mang.
Richie-boy, bitchie-boy, it's a southwest thing.
Serial
murderer, southwest maniac,
Slaughterer, lunatic, highschool
brainiac,
Straight A school boy, School kid
Till I went to school
and tried to murder everyone, the show must go on. "Aged friends are fools, all of them. Totally unaware of the evilness
within
the carnival.
Their eyes reflected stairways into hell, their
faces covered in blood. I ran
from the
carnival grounds and yet
every road and every path lead me right back to the big
tent. I
had
to escape from the strongman, the freak shows, and the Ringmaster..."
(Chorus)
(Chorus)
heh heh heh heh!
HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH!
~Rrrrrinnnng~
"Yello?"
"Speak ta... Chicken
Neck?"
"Who?"
"Chicken neck."
"Nobody by that name
here."
"What about Chicken Balls?"
"Nope."
"What about Chicken
fuckin' Gizzard Throat, is he there?"
"Look boy, you got the wrong
number."
~click~ ~Rrrrrinnnng~
"What the...? Hello?!"
"Speak ta
Rednuts?"
"Who?"
"Redballs, Willie Redneck Balls, is he
there?"
"Goddamnit!"
~click~ ~Rrrrrinnnng~
"Lemme git dis! Who in da hell is dis?!"
"Speak
ta Fatboy?"
"WHO IN DA HELL IS DIS?!"
"I wanna speak ta Fat Redneck
fuckin' Chickenboy! Is he there?"
"Goddamnit! ~click~ Fuckin' no good
bastards!"
~knock knock knock knock~
"Git da damn
door!"
"Yeah, I have a delivery for a Mr. Redneck Fatballs."
"Whut!
You goddamn little!"
~Machinegun shots and breaking glass~
"It's
from the wicked clowns..."
|
Chicken Huntin' (Slaughterhouse mix)
Well I'm headed down the southern trail, I'm goin' Chicken
huntin'.
Choppin' red neck chicken necks I ain't sayin' nothin'
To
the hillbilly, stick my barrel in his eye, boom-shaka, boom-shaka,
Hair
chunks in the sky.
Why? I, never liked chicken pot pie or the chopped
chicken on rye.
Tell Mr. Billy Bob I'm a cut his neck up
Slice,
poke, chop-chop, stab, cut.
"What can you do with a drunken
hillbilly?"
Cut his fuckin' eyes out, and feed 'em to his Aunt
Nilly.
Willie, Willie Chicken neck. Chicken huntin' gotta love
it.
Hit him with the 12 gauge bucket, Chicken nuggets.
Layed out all
over the grass. Bet his little hound dog'll eat 'em up fast.
(Pre-Chorus):
Last as long as you can, my man,
Cuz when that
chicken head hits the fan you got:
Blood, Guts, Fingers and Toes. (w/
echoes)
Blood, Guts, Fingers and Toes. (w/ echoes)
Blood, Guts,
Fingers and Toes. (w/ echoes)
Sittin' front row at the chicken show,
so...
(End prechorus) (Chorus):
"Who's goin' chicken huntin?"
"We's goin' chicken
huntin'."
"Who's goin' chicken huntin?"
"We's goin' chicken
huntin'."
"Who's goin' chicken huntin?"
"We's goin' chicken
huntin'."
"Cut a motherfuckin' chicken now,
"
"Right!"
(Chorus) Lemme get a chicken sandwich, with manwich, ah,
Feel the red on a
Chicken neck.
Choppin up hella yeah, Billy bob Billy
Cuz I chop
motherfuckin' red necks silly.
Peeped in your yard tell me what did I
see?
I seen a chicken boy, fuckin' this sheep. I said,
"Mister,
mister, What the fuck you tryin' to
do?"
Badau-bad-a-badau-badau-bau
Barrels in your mouth, bullets to
your head,
The back of your neck's all over the
shed.
Boom-shaka-boom, chop, chop, bang,
I'm 2 Dope, and it ain't no
thing
To cut a chicken, triggers clickin'
Blow off his head but his
feet still kickin' (Pre-Chorus)
(Chorus) Went to Kentucky, I got lucky,
Met this hogcallin' bitch named
Blocky.
Ridin' on a chicken, milkin' a sow.
Hittin' switches in a
drop-top, low-ride tractor. Wow.
Red neck fella, moon-shine
sella,
Hangin' by his neck bone. Chicken bone's locked in the
cella',
Yella' bellied chicken plucka'. You red neck fucka! (Chorus) Rich bitch!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Ha ha ha ha ha!
UH! (echo)
Interview "Hello! How ya doin? I'm here with the Insane Clown Posse, ICP.
How you
guys doin?"
"Bblblblblblblbl!!"
"Well, uh, ok... I understand that
you guys are from Detroit."
"Wwaaaaaaaahh!"
"Uh, yeah, ok. Why don't
ah-
Why don't you tell us something about the
group?"
"BURRRRRRP!"
"Awright, Awright... Any long term
goals?"
"Ayayaiyaiyaiyaiyai!"
"Sure, yeah, yeah... How 'bout ah,
solo projects?
Any solo stuff to look forward to?"
"HA! ha
ha-ha!"
"Well... well, ok, ok. Well, ah, thanks for coming by
and, ah, we
look forward to seeing you again, uhu.
Thanks a lot! Bye-bye!" |
| Toy Box
~winding sound~
"Oohh, I like... this... toy! Hmm, watch it
go..."
~gunshots~
"Ay! Ah! Ay! Uh!"
~Rrrrrinnnng... rrrrrinnnng~
~beep beep beep!~
"We're sorry,
the person you are calling is dead." I was like 6, I used to get dissed by the chicks.
And everyone would
chase me and hit me with bricks,
And rocks and sticks and callin' me
names.
And fill my lunchbox with frog brains. Ugh!
When I left
school it was much iller.
My daddy was a serial killer, and how about
that,
He always made me sit in the back,
With all his dead bodies in
my lap. Move!
When I got home, enough of the static,
Hammer and
tools and up to the attic.
Never knew any other girls or boys.
Only
my toys, toys, toys.
Bang, clang, hammer and twist,
Nobody knows I
exist, and I'm pissed.
But I won't be mentally scarred,
Instead I
make toys, toys of the graveyard.
Monday, Ring of the bell.
It's all
about show and tell. Might as well
Show all of these bastards just what I
got.
Yo, check out my toy box. "Nothin' feels better than a good hardy-har-har. Right boys and girls?"
We got dead bodies everywhere you look.
All the nerds sittin' up
front got cooked.
Others start screamin' and makin' a dash.
So I
start handin' out toys fast at last.
You like slinkies? We got
slinkies.
Only mine like to wrap around your face then stretch, twist,
kazoom,
And whip your body all over the fuckin' room.
So come, one
at a time. Open your gift, and what you will find
Is a toy my friend, that
you'll never forget.
It's not everyday that you get your skull
split.
You like soldiers? We got soldiers, made with rubber and
steel.
They're not real. But I wouldn't just toss 'em under yo'
bed.
That's how you get a axe to the fo' head.
Oh, and don't let 'em
sit around all day.
Come home and find your mom... dead in the
hallway.
Cuz they can be nifty, all the toys are shifty (he-he)
In
my toy box. (huh?) "Woooowie, that sure sounds like fun!" That's not a toy, hey wait a minute.
Don't fuck around, homie, you
could lose an eye with it.
That's my double blade razor whip chop
jimmy.
And it's mine motherfucker, so gimme gimme.
You like toys?
You come to the right place.
Try my little toy mutilatin' mental
case.
Wind 'em up and let him go among alla ya.
Then bang! Serial
slaughterer!
Your turn, reach in and get lucky.
Oh look, he pulled
out a rubber ducky. (squeaka squeaka)
And it make a funny sound,
then,
Then BANG! Blew the fingers off his fuckin' hand.
Don't stop,
class ain't done yet.
I remember you callin' me pointdex', bookworm
brainy,
My aggrivation went into these little creations.
Reach in.
You might find somethin' wicked.
Wicked scary, chopping
pickaderry.
Off with your head, a robot with a sword.
You're always
lookin' at me, but what for? "Wa-wait a minute, I made you, get them not me.
Wait a minute,
motherfuckers!" O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-Oh I love this record!...(repeat 5x mixed
w/:)
Hahahaha, Hoohoohoo! Yahoo! Turn it off! Hahahaha, Hoohoohoo! Yahoo! Turn it off! (2x) O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-Oh I love this record!...
O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-Oh I love
this... "Turn it off!"
"Tell me why? Why do you feel that you should still be together with
Lisa?"
"Sure. Cccc'mon man, our relationship ain't all weak and shit. Ya
know I mean-I mean just because she's
dead we should just break up or
somethin'? FUCK THAT!"
"Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, listen to me, she's dead man.
You gotta move on."
"So what! So she's dead. Does that make you fresher
than her?"
"I didn't say that."
"I don't think so! So she don't talk
as much... and she really don't move around a lot. She's still fresh!
She's
still fun to be around! Heheh-heheh. You're just
predjudice!"
"Huh?"
"You're predjudiced against dead
people."
"Aw man, you really are one sick bastard, Tommy."
"Yeah?
Fukoof!"
"What?"
"Fukoof!"
"What the fuck is that? What does
that mean?"
"It means Fukoof!"
"Man, you fuckin' lost
it."
"Yeah? FUKOOF!"
|
Cemetery
Girls
"Tonight, tonight, we gather the dead!"
"Tonight,
tonight!"
"Tonight, tonight, off with your head! Ya! Hahahahahaha!"
Ya know I cuts pigs up. (repeat 7x)
I know I can handle them mugs!
She was ugly, long hair, short, nice figure though.
So at the
funeral it made me cry out "Why'd you die?"
I cannot, I-I couldn't sleep
with not a wink.
I only think about my lady, I miss my baby!
I need
her by my side to hold me, to squeeze me,
I still have pictures, but all
they do is tease me.
I see my therapist, she only tells me I'm in
trouble.
I want my baby back, so now I pack a shovel!
And while I'm
thinking it's awfully dark and kinda funny.
Don't think to fast though,
just dig, things could get bloody.
I watch my baby, I hit the top of
baby's coffin.
I'm thinkin' well she's better off inside if she
died.
Nah, she needs me. I can tell my baby wants me.
'Cuz every
night at 2:15, my baby haunts me.
I pry it open, the odor hits me. There
she is.
I lean down to give her a kiss, (Prechorus):
Because I need a
Girl that make me happy, A girl
that make me cry,
A girl that passed away back in 1985.
A girl I
plan to marry, a girl I plan to wed,
A girl that I can choke because my
baby is already dead.
(End prechorus) (Chorus):
Cemetery lady, my cemetery girl,
Cemetery baby, I
want you in my world.
Cemetery woman, we can still be down,
You're
more than just a corpse to a psychopathic clown.
(End Chorus)
Fuck, yeah mutha fucka!
I don't want no stuck up little sassy brassy
bitch,
Ya understand?
I want me a cold stanky bitch!
So bring
it on dead momma! She's as ugly as always, my baby hasn't changed.
Except for the hole
that's in her forhead,
You can see her brains.
Nevertheless, our
love is still forever true.
Her eyes have riven, her skin has now a tint
of blue.
My baby stares me in dirty and wrinkled clothes.
And now I
notice, the maggots chewed off all her toes.
The earth has been rather
cruel to my darling sugar.
Is that a bug up on her face? Oh, it's just a
booger.
I lean her head back, to kiss her cracking lips.
And then
her neck cracks, also does her hips.
I must be gentle, my baby girl's a
little rusty,
A little dusty, but most of all a little musty.
I
don't get smart, We lay together on the lawn.
We lay till dawn, I notice
her left eye is gone.
We said goodbye, and everything turned out
alright.
I'll see you here tomorrow night. (Prechorus)
(Chorus)
(Chorus) Check it out, bitch!
You ain't gettin' no stink stank!
Get yo'
ass an stop on da dick you want wit' dat ~chough cough~.
Them clammy
graveyard bitches, they dowwnn wit' da clowwnn! Ya know I catch pigs up. (repeat 7x)
I know I can handle them mugs!
(Prechorus)
(Chorus)
(Chorus) A Girl that make me happy, (3x)
Oh-woo oo. Oh-woo oo. |
| 3 Rings
~Rrrinnnggg~
"Hello?"
"You have a collect call from 'Cukoo'.
Please answer the following question 'yes' or 'no'."
"Will you pay for the
call?"
"Is this on?
Gather round my wealthy friends,
And endure the
horrifying sights
Only your worst nightmares could produce.
Actual
human beings of a deformed nature.
Come at once, and come and endulge
yourself
In our own twisted amusement of another's misfortune.
Yes,
ladies and gentlemen.
Enter our 3 ring show of freaks!" Ring one, a-dung-a-dung-dung.
My name's Violent J and I staple my
tongue
To the desk in school, then I run down the hall.
Scarin the
shit outta all of yall bitches!
Which is why you don't invite mine to your
party
Just cuz I don't look like everybody.
I guess you're just a
bunch of rich boys.
Bitch boys. Scary. Blblbblah!
And what's the big
deal about my neck.
Just because now and then I like to let it stretch
up
A couple feet to get a better sight.
Is that any reason to scream
and run in fright?
No! So, now how ya gon' act?
So what if I got
another arm growin' outta my back.
I guess I'm just another freak show
thing
And now they got me in the 3 rings. (chorus):
3 ring. A ding a ding ding. People love to point and
stare.
3 ring. A ding a ding ding. It's the same as everywhere.
(End
Chorus)
(chorus) Ring two! How do ya do? I'm Shaggy 2-dope.
Chicken-faced bitch!
(Who?)
You don't try to front hoe.
Try to play me out just cuz I'm
runnin wit the side show.
So maybe there's the leg growin out my
neck.
But, don't jet baby, huh, not yet.
Popped out the neden like a
pund of lead.
Doctor blew his back, rolled and dropped me on my
head.
Oh shit! I knew it had to fuck up my circuits.
Cuz, when I was
2, my momma left me at the circus.
Abandoned at the carnival, with the
freak shows
Like Bat-boy, Hermaphrodite, and Old Man Crow.
But then
I escaped to the ghetto zone.
Started a crew of my own mutha fucka, I'm
not alone.
So don't be stickin' your finger in my face stank.
Or
your stomach might recieve a shank from the 3 rings. (chorus)
(chorus) "I certainly hope you're enjoying yourselves, here, at our 3 ring exhibit.
But,
to be honest, I
really don't see what's so fuckin' funny about
it. These fuckin' people are
real!" "Ring 3, The ICP! Look if you want,
But I wouldn't lay a hand on
me.
That's how you get fucked up.
We'll squeeze your windpipe's
shut." Yo! I'm a nerd, word. I drink Thunderbird.
Half-snake woman kicked
my love to the curb.
She busted in to my tent now I'm fucked.
Had
the fat-bearded lady in the buck. Ugh!.
Fuck that. Bitch suck
that.
I was born with a wang, but I never had a nutsack.
It's two
balls hangin' wit no protection, so,
I move real careful and
slow.
You can call me a wierdo, call me a freak.
Call me Don Knotts
cuz I'm gettin at it every week. Uh!
So come see the carnival and throw me
your change, bitch.
I chill with the 3 rings. (chorus)
(chorus) "Well, that's it. I hope you're satisfied. I hope you had a good time, you
fucking heartless
bastards! You saw what you wanted, so grab your fucking
kids and that fat, flop of shit
wife of yours, and get the fuck out of our
circus tent! You cold-hearted sons of bitches!
You think they looked
fucked up? Just wait till I kick your fuckin' lips in a couple
times!
You'll be sittin' up here like a bitch, and we'll be laughin at
your folded ass. They'll call
you Lumpy. After I done puttin knots all
over your fuckin forehead. Yeah! Hey, Hey little
boy! Come here, how'd you
like it if I tied your neck in a knot? You fuckin' little bitch!
Come
here, I'll fuckin shove that corndog up your ass! Get the fuck outta here! The
show's
fuckin' over. Get the fuck outta here, you fuckin heartless
bastards."
|
Headless
Boogie
'Na na na na na na na na na na na na na (4x)
AAAHHHH!
It's Friday night, dark, scary,
Lonely walkin' through the park
cemetery.
And it's foggy, cold and smoggy.
I hear a dog, a howlin'
doggie.
I'm scared, shoulda brought a shotgun
Would've, should've,
but I ain't got one.
But I'll watch my back, and what's that?
The
caretaker, a dirty old hunchback.
Better run, hide, quick,
fast,
He's comin' for my ass wit a- shovel.
Nowhere to run or to
hide but a gravepit,
So I dove in, I did the dumb shit.
Took a fall,
even at 6 foot.
Down the stairs hit a floor,
And through a
door.
Into a whole new world of stiffs,
Bodies, heads, and sexy
little dead chicks.
Club lights, sounds, bass.
DJ's spinnin' with
maggots on their face.
But what I saw next that really took me.
Uhh!
They did the headless boogie! (chorus):
Hey, yo! I heard that ya died. (la la)
Fuck that!
It's time to get live! (la la)
Dead bodies let's all take a
ride!
Lead to the left and slide! (the headless boogie) Hey, yo! I heard that ya died. (la la)
Fuck that! It's time to get
live! (la la)
Dead bodies let's all take a ride!
Lead to the left
and sliiide!
(End Chorus) Awwww yeah!
We dug up the finest bitches in the graveyard.
So
c'mon down!
And if you ain't come to get your funk out,
Then get the
fuck out, bitch! They all stand straight, and swing to the side. (Uh!)
No heads, but
they feet still glide. (Uh-Huh!)
Take a step back, twist and dive.
(Yeah!)
I even seen Kurt Cobain gettin' live!
No heads, but they all
funky!
And drunk, drinkin' old spunky!
Don't be shy, everyone's
able.
Hit the floor leave your nugget on the table.
And kick step,
but when you do kick soft,
If they're dead, your legs might fall
off.
The whole time, I can't belive, I can't concieve,
I don't
wanna... leave.
Hooooooe!
I'm kickin' into a freak with no
head.
No face but the rest is straight.
She's wit it, I hit it like
a... G.
Her back fell off.... UGH! Excuse me.
Zombies, mummies, and
Frankenstein.
Drinkin' Cisco Disco Dead wine.
Dead stiffs, comin'
through the door.
Heads, fingers, and limbs on the floor.
I'm
gettin' drunk, I wanna be down.
What's up? I wanna be the headless clown!
(heh hehehehe!)
They rolled out the jigsaw and got raw.
That ended
it all, I did the headless boogie. (chorus) Hey YO! Fuck that voodoo claw shit, bitch!
You comin' freakin with
the real dead juggalos.
So come on by, and we'll chop your nugget
off
So you can freak that shiiit! (chorus)
(chorus w/fade out at end)
~J talking to Shaggs~
|
| Joker's
wild
[crowd]Heeeyyyyyy!
Welcome to another exciting episode of Daray's #1 game show: The Joker's
Wild!
Shaggy, tell us something about tonight's contestants. HA HAHA Hey, mudda fuckas! Get ready for the killer show for this bitch!
We
got a cop,
we got a judge, and we got a redneck. So step the fuck
up and play The Joker's
Wild!
(WooHoo!) Everybody smile!
Guess who's back on your underground dial!
(who?)
It's the game show host wit the most (Violent J)
And tonight
we gonna have a little pig roast. (hehe-huh)
Top copper! It's been a long
while!
Lace up your boots and come on down the aisle.
Mr. Big Man
packin' that steel.
But tonight you ain't shit. Now spin the fuckin'
wheel!
Looks good nice try! Now let's see just how you gon'
die!
Lucky, lucky, it landed on Carpenter Jed.
He just pounds nails
in your forehead.
The pig got lucky that time. But let's take a
look.
Who's next down the line. Oh, the 43rd District Judge.
Hey
pal! Remember me? You threw me in jail!
Take a spin or I'll snap your
neck. The clicker's landed.
Let me check. The Jookie, hey it ain't bad at
all.
We just cut your face off and slap your skull. ~slap!~
Who's
next for the games and fun? Hillbilly Earl, C'mon down! Run!
The redneck
that sic'ed his dog on me.
Now that's gonna cost you a spin
buddy!
Spin around and around it goes! Staple your lips shut, cut off your
toes!
Then I throw your corpse on top of the pile.
Anything goes on
the Joker's Wild. "Tell me. Who killed seventeen people and later ate their dead
bodies?"
~timer clicking~
"Jeffrey Dommer?"
"No! The correct
answer would be your mother!"
"WAAA!"
"Shaggs?" "Aww shit, mutha fuckas. Get ready for round 2 in this bitch! So if you
want
your fuckin'
neckbone chopped, step the fuck up and play The
Joker's Wild!" Ya like big money and prizes don't ya?
You'd probably kill for a big
prize won't ya?
You little bitch! It's your turn to spin. (ding ding
ding)
"Free money!"
Now spin again. Oh goody, now unzip your
drawers.
I'm gonna clip this chain on your balls!
Raise you
upsidedown for the big batta.
Now we bust your head like a piniata!
(Yeahhhh!!)
The audience loves that shit!
Listen to 'em scream when
your forehead splits
Wait, cut to a break! Oh shit dat-damn uh, we got
guts on the camera. "The Joker's Wild is brought to you by:" "Faygo!"
Everybody sing!
"Send yo' momma straight up to tha sto'! Tell that bitch to
bring home
a
Faygo!" Welcome back to the carnival show! Here's your chance for the big money
cash
flow!
Hit your buzzer, pull your lever! Joker, Joker,
Lemon!
We sever your head! Pick a door! 1,2,or 3
It's the same
behind every door, me!
There's no escape. Now gimme that bald
head!
The crowd can't help, look, their all dead!
And they just
watchig their doom.
We broadcast from hell to your living room.
I
ripped off his neckbone, wicked clown style.
Anything goes on The Joker's
Wild. "It's time to play hit or miss! Contestant #1, open your mouth! Contestant
#2,
get ready!
Will he hit or miss?"
~spear hitting~
"He
Hit!"
[crowd] Yeaahhhhh!
"What's next?!"
"We got money, we got
cash, we got prizes! We got blood, we got cocks, we got
naked
dead
bitches! On The Joker's Wild!" I got my yellow suit, and my purple tie.
Somebody's gonna die! Oh,
my!
It's Mr. Thompson my next door neighbor.
Always bitchin'!
Yellin' from the kitchen... window.
See he died then he went to hell,
though.
We meet again! I got my own game show.
Spin the wheel 'cuz I
just can't fuck around.
~Rrrrrrinnnnnnngg!~
"Bonus round!"
Oh, shit! The end of the game. Bonus round.
We goin out with a bang!
You got a chance for money and prizes!
You got a chance at death too!
(eheheh)
So get ready, I'm comin' at ya fast!
Your chance for
freedom at last!
Four questions. So are ya ready Jack?
"Uhhh, I-I
think so..."
Load the gun! "The governor..."
"Beechpot?"
"Yes! The square root of
2..."
"Uhhh..."
"Correct! Nutsacks don't belong
in..."
"Buttcracks?"
"Richboys eat..."
"Caviar?"
"NOOO!
The correct answer is 'bullets'!"
~machine gun fire~
"Oh hoho! Oho
Geez! Oh! Well, this is Big Chipperwinks saying 'so long' till
next
week
folks! Seeya later! Goodbye!"
~laughing in the background~
That's it. Go home.
crowd: Awwwwww!
|
Dead
Body Man
****Channels changing on a TV****
"This is a Channel 7 news brief
because the news is happening now!
Good evening, Mort Perkins reporting.
Our top story tonight: Police and
investigators are still trying to figure
out how and why somebody stole four dead bodies from the
Wayne County
morgue late Monday night. Police say the apparent body theif
entered
through the basement window, but how they eluded the security and
alarm system is still a
mystery. But what we at Channel 7 are wondering:
What kinda sick FUCK would steal four
dead bodies anyway? Details at 11."
Dead bodies, dead bodies all over the street.
55-65, 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 grubbin'.
Tastes
like chicken, finger lickin deepfried.
I ate a dead body, but don't tell.
I lied.
I just ate my first dead body last week,
Still got the
fingernail caught in my teeth.
Before ya start yellin' and cursin' my
name,
Remember somethings wrong with my brain, insane.
Second I was
born, doctor threw me against the wall.
Kicked open the doors and he
whipped me down the hall.
I'm sliding and I'm boucin' off shit like a
hockey puck.
And my mother's like, "What the fuck?!"
He said I was
born of an alien race.
Born with a hatchet and a juggalo face.
But
I'm not a martian, you wouldn't understand.
I'm just a dead body man.
"We've 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 ringin' my
bell.
Some people run cause they don't like the smell.
Others line
up just as quick as they can.
To try to catch a glimpse of the dead body
man.
It's all good, if you can stand the funk. but uh.....
Just
don't look in the trunk.
I drive down central kickin the
bass.
Chillin' with my freaks and I'm pickin' her face.
Maggots and
bugs like to crawl on her head.
Cause my bitch is dead, I'd rather that
instead.
I'm a hoe you can't trust, always diggin a nut.
A dead body
bitch learned to keep her mouth shut.
Riding in the back is my dead body
crew.
Only they can never think of nothin' to do.
If you think I'm
sick, take a look at yourslf.
You got dead deer heads up on your
shelf.
On your key chain is a little baby rabbit's hand.
I'm just
the dead body man. "We also collect dead bodies! So if you know any dead people, or you
yourself
are
planning on dying soon, we'll be happy to come to your
house and pay cash for
it! We
appreciate good, healthy, stiffs for
our dinner! WAHOO!" Call me the dead body man (Some'll 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 (But, Bring 'em to me!)
Call me the dead body man (Won't ya give 'em to me!)
Call me the
dead body man (You can sell 'em to me!)
Call me the dead body man (Just
mail 'em to me!)
Call me the dead body man (But, Bring 'em to
me!)
(repeat) Call me the dead body man...
Call me the dead body man...
|
Lil' Somethin' Somethin'
"Um, Mr. Jackson, what are you talking about? Well, I've heard about those
parties, they're immoral. Mr.
Jackson I
thought you were a respectable
gentleman..."
"Now, don't give me that "respectable gentleman" bullshit
you little bitch."
"Mr. Jackson!"
"Now stop playing dumb you ditsy
cunt!"
(chorus):
Hey, Baby I heard you like to freak. ("Well, I guess
so.")
Then come out to play with me. ("Heheh.")
Baby I heard you
like to freak. (Well, I guess so.")
Then come out to play with
me.
(End chorus) Hey what's up I'm new in town. I work for the circus,
Shaggy the
Clown. Anyway, yo girl I've seen you around.
I guess I'm tryin' say that I
wanna be down, hey!
We had ice cream, sat in the park.
I walked her
all the way home when it got dark.
She took me inside and when the door
shut,
Next thing you know, I had my nuts in her butt, uh.
I wanna
bitch that's down to fuck right away.
And even does my homies if its
ok.
A little bitch that's down with a quicky, I love checky
checky.
I ain't being picky though. So you might be a little bit
fat.
You might even stink a bit, I don't mind that.
Even if you
don't fuck on the first date.
Just put my nuts in your mouth and I'll
stray.
I need a girl that just don't give a fuck.
So I'm caught
stroking her mom. I mean, so what?
A little a skins here and there ain't
nothin'.
I just need a bitch who's down with a Lil' Somethin' Somethin'.
(chorus) My name's Violent J, so I can't fuck around.
Who's the dirtiest
bitch in the whole town?
There she go, she workin' at Dairy
Queen.
Bitch couldn't be a day over fifteen.
So I threw her in the
butt like that.
I hit it so quick, I made her butt cheeks clap.
HaHa
Why wait around 'til she gets married.
Cause I'm ready as long
as her neden's hairy.
Tootsie, Tootsie, Pumpkin Pie. Oops, looks like you
nut in your eye.
My fault I didn't notice you were still there.
Now
go in and wash that shit out your hair, bitch.
I want a girl not afraid to
bone,
Even if her mommas and pops is still home.
And if her daddy
suddenly walks in,
He just might see my nuts on his daughter's
chin.
Everybody in the hood says that your easy.
You look a little
cracked out, a little sleezy.
Your a basic, baby, it ain't shit. I'm still
down if you down,
For a Lil' Somethin' Somethin'. Somethin' Somethin'
(chorus) Bitch let me hit, I won't be long As soon as I nut I'm gone. (Guess ya
don't know.)
Bitch let me hit, I won't be long As soon as I nut I'm gone.
(But ya dawg did.)
Bitch let me hit, I won't be long As soon as I nut I'm
gone. (It's the Southwest.)
Bitch let me hit, I won't be long As soon as I
nut I'm gone. "Oh-Hey, watch out! My legs- My legs don't bend back so far!"
(chorus) "Mr. Jackson, it's been... so long since I've been fucked!
Uh-uh!"
Hey,
"Mr. Jackson, it's been... so long since I've been
fucked! Uh-uh!"
Hey,
"Mr. Jackson, it's been...so long since I've
been fucked! Uh-uh!"
Hey,
"Mr. Jackson, it's been... so long since
I've been fucked! Uh-uh!"
Hey.
~record scratching~
"Last one
undressed has to kiss everybody's ass" (Aaaaaah!)
"Welcome sons of fuckin' bitches to the wicked carney
theater! Tonight's feature
presentation is so fuckin' scary, it'll take
the wrinkles out of your nut sack and fade your
butt hair. So get ready
mutha fuckers for tonight's main atraction! I give to you:
Ol' Evil Eye! Ah
ha ha ha!"
~clapping~
"Alright shut the fuck up!"
|
Ol' Evil Eye "Start tha movie." "I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me
insult. For
his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye. Yes, it was
this. One of his eyes
resembled that of a vulture. A pale, blue eye with a
film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my
blood ran cold. And so, by
degrees, very gradually, I made up my mind to take the life of
the old man
and thus rid myself of the eye forever." So I'm headed door to door
With my grandmother's cookie
jar.
I'm sellin' cookies, 12 for a dollar.
I ring the doorbell,
nobody wants any.
I resort to goin' cheaper - 2 for a
penny.
Anybody, everybody, they hate me.
I can tell when they spit
and degrade me.
There's only one house left, the last on the
block.
Old Man Willie on the hilltop.
I ring the doorbel, the door
creeps open.
And there it was starin' and scopin'.
The man's left
eye, red, big, and drippin'
I was trippin'. "Ahh, seeya!"
I ran
home. I couldn't stop thinking
Aout his eyeball winking and
blinking.
And it looked not a damn thing like the other.
Ugh!
Shoulda wore a patch on the motherfucker.
It hypnotized me,
mesmorized me.
Traumatized, paralyzed, terrorized me.
Creepers,
where'd you get that ball?
And tell me how it even fits in your skull.
(prechorus):
I want a big long knife to stick it in.
I wanna
lift up the eyelid and kick it in.
He's gotta die. I want his eye buried
in my backyard.
It ain't hard, I'm killin' Old Evil Eye!
(End
prechorus) (chorus):
Evil eye...
Oh-Oh-Eye (The bitch gon' die!
Die-die-die-die-die-die-die)
Evil eye...
Oh-Oh
(End chorus)
"Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But
you
should've seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded with
caution with
what
foresight, with what patience I went to work. I
was never kinder to the old man
than
during the whole week before I
killed him." A day gone pass since I heard about J.O.
Met up in this sleigh, cuz
I don't fuckin' play.
Anyway, I gotta do him in. Got a rusty
revolver
Put the silver bullets in.
I'm plannin' on playin' one
right to his nugget.
Down my drawers with the bucket.
It's time to
go, fuck it.
I stuck it up... to his neck when he came to the
door.
I really didn't know what I was in for.
First the cold man
stared, no a gaze, no a stare.
Kinda like there was no one
there.
How weird, my body froze with the blink of his eye.
Evil eye,
sendin' chills up my spine.
What to do? What to do? I gotta try to
break.
I gotta try to make.. my way to the gate.
Wait. I can't move,
I'm stuck to the ground.
W-What the fuck was that? I think I heard a
sound,
Turned around, there it was, starin' at my face.
This little
old man's eye's a make me a mental case.
That's when I felt the pain deep
inside,
Deep inside, now his eye's open wide. (prechorus)
(chorus) "That night it ceased. The old man was dead. I placed my hands on the
heart and
there for many minutes there was no pulsation. He was stone
dead. His eye will
trouble me
no longer. His eye will trouble me no
longer." (chorus)
(chorus)
(chorus)
(chorus)
|
12 ~Rain & thunder~
"Wake ...Wake ...Awake... Revenge is mine. 12
people will die tonight."
[voices]
Guilty...guilty...guilty...guilty...guilty...
guilty...guilty...guilty...guilty..
Now I've woken then reborn. Though I have just until dawn.
I
remember every face, spirits show me every place.
First one sleeps inside
his bed. Place my fingers on his head.
To each temple push and smuther,
till my fingers touch each other.
Next one makes love to his wife. Only
wish to take his life.
For his family's done no wrong. Place his children
on the lawn.
Tell the misses leave the room. Lest she wish to witness
doom.
Grab the squirmy, filthy, goat, and shove the dresser down his
throat.
I must quickly use my gift. Next 2 work the midnight
shift.
Drinking coffee in the back, I will listen to them chat.
Hear
them speaking of my death. Hear the laughter in their breath.
But the
laughter quickly died, when their heads colli-e-i-e-ide. (chorus):
Ya care ta die? Ya care ta die? (9x)
(End chorus)
Now my anger's growing worse. Next one's working as a nurse.
Have to
make a doctor's call. Drag my body down the hall.
Grab a scalpel and a
blade. Time to play the nurse's aid.
Operate and strap her down, carve her
face into a clown.
Killed another, then 3 more. Now we're down to only
4.
This man drives a taxi cab. `Nother wicked life to
grab.
Screaming that he thought I died. Let's go for a taxi ride.
In
the wreck of twisted steel, the steering wheel becomes his meal.
This man
watches his TV. Scanning channels endlessly.
Stops at station foty-fo'
it's the wicked clown show.
Watch me juggle, watch me dance. In 3D watch
me enhance.
Watch me crawl out from the screen and squeeze your neck until
you're
gre-he-heen. (chorus) Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time
-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time-Time....
Even though there's just one left, I feel my bones becoming
stiff.
And now I wander endlessly, the spirits have abandoned me.
My
lips are falling piece by piece. My ears and fingers in the street.
But
still yet see no morning sun, and here's my victim's early run.
Quickly
grab him from behind, 'round his neck with fishing twine.
Keep him still
and pull the string, watch his head go bobbaling!
Listen to my riddle
song, even though my crime was wrong.
Murder me just for your law and I'll
be back for all a yall! (chorus)
(chorus)
(chorus)
~child laughing~
|
The Killing Fields
Laying in my bed, I think of many horror tales.
Yet I better move,
my bed is made of nails.
I try to roll off, my skin slowly tears
away.
My flesh is stuck to the bed as I begin my day.
Walking out
the house this morning, the sky is red.
The streets are crowded with the
bodies of the living dead.
They're tryin' a die, they're jumping off a
roof tops.
They only scream in pain as their body flops.
I rather
stay inside my home and only pray to die.
But my house has been on fire
since like `85.
I can only stand a night of the fatal smoke.
But see
you never die, you only burn and choke.
And so I leave out the house, and
walk the land.
Wild pigs run and feed off the dying men.
And look
around you, there's bodies hanging from the trees,
But they're not dying,
they're only crying, "Please!"
I hear the thunder in the sky so I run and
hide.
The Deli Raymay soon come down, you've got to get inside.
The
lunatics see the lightning, they're screaming, "Yes!"
It's raining blood,
the streets are a bloody mess.
About once or twice a week, though, with
thunderstorms.
That's when giant, heavy, red and black clouds
form.
It's raining blood, kidneys, and livers from the sky.
Prepare,
cuz when you die, you're coming to the Killing Fields. (chorus):
(Come, come on down, down.)
"What shall they be?
What shall they be? When that fine moment comes."
(Come, come on down,
down.)
"When the curtains are drawn, the windows are shut, doors closed,
and you've
written
what you've written, you've said it, that's it!"
(coming to the killing fields)
(Come, come on down, down.)
"What
will they all be? What about it mister, when you've had you're last beer?
(Come, come on down, down.)
You've laughed at you're family and
laughed at you're little wife. She begs you
not to go
out to that
bar."
(End chorus) As I feed off a dead pig, I'm thinking back.
To when I had a
heartbeat, and how I would act.
I would steal from the poor. I'd laugh at
the sick.
But in the killing fields, you'd get your fucking neck
ripped!
So as I walk along I meet a lot of strange folks.
Some
people with no eyes, and gashed open throats.
And if they notice your
eyeballs are working well,
The try ta dig them out your skull, and go for
self.
Now in the summertime, it's like a whole other realm.
Water
becomes fire, and oceans overwhelm.
To walk outside, the heat will surely
cook your brains
Try to run across the street, your hair will burst ta
flames.
Victims in a panic run from the heat and light,
Underneath
the city, into the sewer pipes.
Until the fire's gone this becomes your
new land.
But, there's no food so you feed off the other men.
And
now it's been seven months, I'm barely fed.
I chase a baby billy goat with
a human's head.
It's steady screamin' "Lemme be, lemme be!"
But
while I chase it there's another demon chasin' me.
All of time moves
backwards, I'm growing old.
And still the clouds are burning fire, and so
I'm told
That there's a lot of living souls such as the rich,
That
choose to live like a bitch.
See you in the killing fields! (chorus):
(Come, come on down, down.)
"Youve had your big time
in lust, sin, and filth!"
(Come, come on down, down.)
"What is it
going to be when you realize the time is up? You've crossed the
finish
line!
Going in the wrong direction." (I'll see you in the killing
fields)
(Come, come on down, down.)
"What shall they all be? What
about it gentlemen? When you've spent your life
in a few
years'
time?"
(Come, come on down, down.)
"Your a burned up shell at 25
years of age. What shall they all be?" What
about it?
(End chorus)
You can go to hell hell hell hell hell
"What shall they all
be?"
(repeat 5x) Come, come on down, down.
Come, come on down, down. (you're coming
to the killing fields!) (w/ echo)
Come, come on down, down.
Come,
come on down, down.
(repeat w/ fade out) |
I'm Coming Home
I lived my life in the gutter! And this gutter is who I am!
Take me
back home to my gutter, and that's where I won't ever leave again! Hey! I'm comin' home, home to the criminals and crooks,
Home to the
gangbangers shootin' dirty looks.
Home to the killer cops beatin' down my
ass,
Home to my `72 Vallary prayin' it will last.
Past all the rich
bitches try'na play me out.
Doggin' on my neighborhood, don't know what
it's about.
So now I'm clockin' nuggets, never hangin' with the
rich.
I'd rather hang out with the crookeds at the party store,
bitch!
Gimme Coney, dawg, with a little smog,
Cuz it tastes better
than the poisonous fog.
een it from the sewers in my slummy
neighborhood.
But the ghetto got love and the love is all good
So I
don't give a fuck about your mansion by the lake.
You can suck my
dingaling until your neck breaks.
Cuz all I wanna do is hang with the
zombies in the zone.
Break out with the Faygo. I'm comin' home.
(chorus):
Home to the creatures, home to the crooks,
Home to
the fools readin' witchcraft books,
Home to the monsters roamin' the
land,
I wanna come home but ya don't understand. Bitch, I'm comin home, and I'm not alone.
Jokers and freaks and the
dead body bones.
Every single thing that ya never wanna see,
Add it
all together and ya got me!
Ah, Nobody give a fuck about your punk ass
rules.
Keystone coppers and your hypocrite schools.
I'd much rather
lay around the streets and the gutter,
And make dirty phone calls to your
rich mother.
Put up last midnight and I'm wakin' up the dead.
And we
playin' kickball with sombody's head.
We go skinny-dippin' in the barrels
of toxic waste,
After that, I pour myself a little taste.
So tell
your mother that she's nothin' but a fat bitch,
And all my homies don't
care if the hoe's rich.
Somebody out here, please let me know if there's a
phone,
I need to call my mother, and tell her I'm comin' home.
(chorus) I'm comin' home. Chicken, chicken bone.
Sugar plumb wishes and Ice
cream cones.
All these fake people sayin' hi to one another.
Then
they sit around and talk shit about each other.
Watering the grass,
diggin' in they ass,
Try'na make sure they didn't lose any
cash.
Workin' hard all you life, and now you're finally rich.
But
look at you, you're just another whack bitch! heh.
Call in the slum,
that's where the bums,
Murderers, and slaughterers. So that's what I
become.
Spare a little change, cuz I just ran outta gas,
Reach for
your quarter and I'll stick your fuckin' ass.
Nobody wants to be around
the ghetto breed.
The ghetto got each other, and that's all we really
need.
So what the fuck I'm doin' down here? I got a land of my
own,
Hey, yo, dawg, fuck it, we goin' home. (chorus)
(chorus)
(chorus)
(chorus)
(chorus)
(chorus)
(group
chorus)
(group chorus)
(group chorus w/ fade out)
(group
chorus w/ fade out) |
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