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Insane Clown Posse.
Paroles.
Ring
Master
Wax Museum
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
Let's go, motherfuckers!!! |
Murder Go Round What can I say, man, I hit him with the brick
Killed the little prick, him
and his chick
Tried to be slick but you ain't slinky
You're brinky, you're
dinky, you suck my twinkie
I don't give a fuck if you call me a
clown
Break it on down, it's murder go round
What'cha dishing out, I
betcha ya it comes back to ya
If you're trying to creep, I'd hate to say I
never knew ya
Once upon a time in the ghetto zone
A ten-foot led pipe
slapped on my dome
I'm laying in the street with blood oozing out my
head
Excuse me, motherfucker, was it something I said
Forks up, forks
down, man, forks sideways
Then he grabbed my finger and he said crime
pays
Swung on his pipe once again for the road
"Hold up, dawg," UH! this
shit gets old
Now I walk the streets with a shattered skull
I'm gonna
swing my axe to his jaw
Where the motherfucker at? Where the motherfucker
stay?
How ya gonna fuck with the juggla Jay-ay-ay
There he sits so I knock
on the door
Pops opened up...pops hit the floor
Then I chop chop pops
twice in his nugget
Well, he didn't do shit, fuck it
It's the murder go
round Well, it's me and my mellow mellow roll on Military
Gangbangers
gangbangers, big bang fairy, kinda scary
Tags up all on the bricks
Latin
Count, X-Men, CFP and all that shit
We love gangbangers and we hope they love
us back
We just some wicked clowns and it's been like that
I don't
understand why some people in town
We witness your water still southwest
down
But this motherfucker gonna try and clown me
But I'm the
juggalugalocoro, G
Took a shot and he missed, 2 Dope in the dust
"What I
ain't got shot, bitch?", so now you must
Take your ticket for the murder go
round
Can't nobody kill a click-clack clown
Seen him and his boys smoking
blunt in a bucket
Pulled out the dagger creeped up and I stuck it
Into his
head, into his boy's head
Into his boy's head, his boy's head, his boy's
head
Five dead fucks in the trunk on deliver
Push that old piece of shit
in the river
The cat and my boys saw five go down
Can ya get a free ride?
(No, not again)
On the murder go round (Nooo!!!) Murder go round, murder go round
How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown?
Now I'm in a street gang, fifty-five strong
Everybody singing that
southwest song
What can go wrong I mean I'm fuckin' in the haugh?
Popping
that shit, I'm finna bust you in the mouth
Nobody fucks with a jokero
juggalo
I don't give a fuck ya know, bitches I'm a fuck you though
But you
know the shit had to hit the fan
Some gangbanger shot me, man
Twice in the
forehead, twice in the back
Twice in the eye and I'm feeling kinda
whack
Stumbling along it's becoming entwined
Who's the next in
line?
For the murder go round Murder go round, murder go round
How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown?
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Chicken Huntin Well, I'm heading down a southern trail, I'm going chicken
huntin'
Chopping redneck chicken necks I ain't saying nothing
To the
hillbilly stuck my barrel in his eye
Boomshacka boomshacka hair jumps in the
sky
Why I never liked chicken pot pie?
Or the chopped chicken on
rye?
So tell Mr. Billy Bob I'm a cut his neck up
Slice, poke, chop chop,
stab, cut
What can you do with the drunken hillbilly
Cut his fucking eyes
out and feed em to his Aunt Milly
Willy Willy chicken neck, chicken hunting
gotta love it
Hit him with the twelve gauge bucket, chicken nuggets
Laid
out all over the grass
Then his little hound dog will eat em up fast
Last
as long as you can my man
Cuz when that chicken head hits the fan, you
got
Blood guts fingers and toes (3x)
Sittin front row at the chicken show
so... Who's going chicken huntin, we's goin' chicken huntin' (3x)
Cut a
motherfucking chicken up, right! Let me get a chicken sandwich with manwich
I'm finna wreck on a chicken
neck
Chopping up Hilly and Billy Bob Billy
Cuz I chop motherfucking
redneck silly
Peeked in his yard and what did I see
I seen a chicken boy
fucking a sheep
I say "Mister Mister, what the fuck you trying to
do"
..............................
Barrels in your mouth, bullets to your
head
The back of your neck's all over the shed
Boomshacka boom chop chop
bang
I'm 2 Dope and it ain't no thang
To cut a chicken, trigger's
clickin
Blow off his head but his feet still kickin
Last as long as you
can my man
Cuz when that chicken head hits the fan you got
Blood guts
fingers and toes (3x)
Sittin front row at the chicken show so...
Who's going chicken huntin, we's goin' chicken huntin' (3x)
Cut a
motherfucking chicken up, right! Went to Kentucky, I got lucky
Met this hot-collared bitch named
Bucky
Riding on a chicken, milking a cow
Hittin switches in a drop top low
ride tractor plow
Redneck fella, moonshine sella
Hang him by his
neckbones, chicken bones
Locked in the cellar, yellow belly chicken
plucker
You redneck fucker! Who's going chicken huntin, we's goin' chicken huntin' (3x)
Cut a
motherfucking chicken up, right!
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Mr. Johnson's
Head
Sitting in the class with my head on the desk
Teacher's trying to talk but
I could give a fuck less
I'm staring at the freak that I know I'm in love
with
But she don't even know my name it's always been the same
I just lay
my head down and drown in my spit
Nobody even notices I'm here cuz I ain't
shit
I hear voices but I don't know what they saying
Sweat is on my
forehead cuz my brain's inside decaying
And this bitch that I love probably
don't have no idea
She's talking to her friends I'm in the corner and I see
her
Something's happening but it isn't very clear
Sounds like a bell,
sounds like an electric chair
Next thing I know walking in the crowded
hall
So many different faces that I throw up on the wall
Some are yelling
"sick" and the others stop and stare
But I don't care, I'm in a hurry going
nowhere
See, my head is spinning cuz I'm lonely and I'm twisted
But I have
a secret everybody missed it
Just a nobody and I think it's a drag
But I
got Mr. Johnson's head in my bookbag I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day
I didn't like the fucker
Mr. Johnson anyway
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag
I cut the
bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag I wish somebody knew me cuz then they could say I'm wrong
But since nobody
knows me I got it going on
I'm staring at the clock, I listen for the
tock
I gotta couple food stamps folded in my sock
I guess I'm just a ghost
cuz everybody walks through me
If I died in class they would probably say
they knew me
Or they wouldn't care, they wouldn't even move
A dead body
rotting in the back of the room
For weeks and months, stinking up the
class
Until somebody noticed then they throw me in the trash
I can hear
the teacher man talking about Columbus
He nothing but an old dead fuck with a
compass
Ran up on a beach and threw everybody off
And then he claimed
discovery and now we all applaud
I don't give a fuck to learn your uncle went
to hell
I'm trapped in mind and my brain is my cell
But I have a key, it's
called insanity
I stick in my brain to unlock eternity
Just a nobody and I
think it's a drag
But I got Mr. Johnson's head in my bookbag I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day
I didn't like the fucker
Mr. Johnson anyway
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag
I cut the
bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag "Okay, today we're gonna learn about A Great Freedom. If you'll turn
your
textbooks to Chapter Four we'll get started. America's the
land of the free,
we all live together in the same wealthy community
and we are alternate
equals. Yes?"
"Man, Mr. Johnson already taught us this. Ain't he ever coming
back?"
"Uh, uh, he's, uh, very ill right now." No, they can sit and front about it all day
But I left his fucking body in
the hallway
And in the morning they opened up the door
And seen his
motherfucking carcass laying on the floor
But they would never suspect me I'm
just a nerd
I try to speak my word, it always goes unheard
I could chop my
arms off and run around the class
I doubt they'd even notice, but I'd be
dying fast
Cuz they'd rather learn about redneck chicker
Who owned a
couple slaves but I guess it doesn't matter
Fuck Washington, Benjamin, fuck
em all ah
They can suck my nuts till they wood teeth fall out
And the
class wanna know who could it be
But I'm like Dewey Boodie, you ain't never
heard of me
I'm just a nobody and I think it's a drag
But I got his
motherfucking melon chilling in my bookbag I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day
I didn't like the fucker
Mr. Johnson anyway
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag
I cut the
bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag
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Southwest Song 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 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 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 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 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 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 Wooooooo Oh We-oh
Everybody singing that southwest song 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 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 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 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 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 Wooooooo Oh We-oh
Everybody singing that southwest song What does seem bad to you?
I'm angry...
What does seem bad to
you?
I'm angry
Everybody singing that southwest song 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 soury death
I'll laugh with my
very last breath (hahaha) 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 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 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!!! 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 Wooooooo Oh We-oh
Everybody singing that southwest song What seems bad to you?
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Get Off me, Dog! Yo, 2 Dope, man, check this out, man
You know what the word on the streets
is, dawg
The word on the streets is that you a bitch
What's up with that,
man? Motherfuckers tweek, gotta tweek while ya tweek
Golley guy's rhythm, cuz
me on mic, my on meek
Get off me, dog, before I sting your chin
I let my
nutsac flap in the wind
Cuz I'm 2 Dope, clown loco G,
And it's one chop,
two boing, three
In the melon, in the back of the melon
One black, two
black eyeballs swelling
Always back with stickin, taking back what's more to
lordy
Sippin on the blunt, puffing on the 40
Or the O-Z, muthafuck
me
Fuck Stuart Frankie, they call me
Jelly jello boy cuz my nutsac
jiggles
And when it's cold out, my nutsac shrivles
And crawls at my booty
all warm and snug
And gets chased out by the booty ho bug
Goddamn, I ain't
who I am
I'm always fucking fat bitches named Pam
Nineteen years of
breathing smog
Has got me mental
So get off me, dog!... Who asked You?
Wicked clowns, wicked clowns 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?
Now who the fuck asked you, bitch? 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 |
The Dead One "You tried to stop me, remember?
You tried to deface your own
creation
But I stopped you
Did it hurt, did you feel pain?" Guess it all began when the bullet finally struck
And I walked away
harmless, it must of been good luck
Or maybe I'm dead, I'm sorry but you're
dead
Maybe I outta go anyway Strange things have happened since this day accord
A can hear a cold
whisper in my every word
It's telling me I'm dead, I'm sorry but you're dead
(no)
Maybe I outta go anyway I'm feeling so stiff as I walk out the house
My tongue's so dry, think
it's rotting in my mouth
Oh, tell me am I dead? I'm sorry but you're dead
("it hurts")
Life goes on for some
My boys all stare at me I wonder what
they think
They don't blink and my teeth keep popping out I stink
Oh, tell
me am I dead? I'm sorry but you're dead
I don't wanna die, maybe I outta go
if I'm dead My soul is so heavy that it draws me to the floor
I can hear these demons
knocking at my door
They're laughing at the dead, I'm sorry but you're dead
(no)
I don't wanna die, if you're dead, you're dead
I don't wanna
die...you're dead, not yet now...
I don't wanna die...maybe I outta
go
You're dead...I'm not goin' now...
I don't wanna die, maybe I outta
go
Not yet now...
I don't wanna die...
I'm dead...
I don't wanna
die...
you're dead
not yet
you're dead...
not yet i speak YOU'RE DEAD, BITCH HAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!
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My Fun House Rich boy's in trouble
Car broke down on a drive through the ghetto
All
the weird people, you gotta get the fuck out
Need to use the phone, step into
my funhouse
Hey yo, dope, looks like we got another
He'd like to go for a
ride on the neck cutter
Straight to the cart for the next spectacular
Just
to know, it's a dead body sittin next to ya
Get ready for the carnival
thrills
Should of cut your little faggot ass in the hills
Boom! through
the door into the room, you gotta check it out
It's where we cut your fingers
off and stick em in your mouth
That should show you that you greedy little
rich fuck If you're bucking with the juggla you're a dead duck
Eight fingers
in your mouth and two sticking out your nose
Further down the hall, the room
with jokeros
That's where you get by seventeen wicked clowns
For the
seventeen dead bodies never found
And they jump on your back until your ribs
crack
Toss you in the cart and push you down the deli tracks
Spinning and
twisting, rolling and bumping
The dead fuck next to ya is trying to tell ya
somethin
Listen close, you can barely make it out
"Bitch, you ain't shit
in my electric funhouse" "Help me, I'm trapped in here. Somebody let me out.
Oh my god!!!
Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!" Come here, rich boy
My head is spinning 360 degrees
Richie richie
richie
Come here Bitch, fuck you, yeah, know what I'm saying
Wicked clowns running the
funhouse
Ain't no way to get out until the killer gets your neck cut like a
man Pick a card, any card, any motherfucking card
......A joker's
card
Sorry, bitch, the luck of the draw
Violent J's gonna have to ice your
jaw
Snap, bang, snip, boom
Send that motherfucker off to the next
room
Crash through the doors on the windy spinny trail
Through a
loop-de-loop and into a big nail
Straight through his left eye and out the
back of his head
Is he dead?
No, cause he has to go to the next
phase
It's the room of giggles because of your ways
You like to sit and
laugh at people when they suffer
Well, now you sit and watch me laugh when I
stick your mother
It's the funhouse, bitch, everything's funny
You act
like whipping on your ass ain't funny
And the ride of your life only gets
faster
Off to the R-r-r-ringmaster
I take my bobo gun and blow your fuckin
mouth in
Eh, yo, the next room, it's called the chicken pen
And it's a
little tribute to the bigots of the south
We take a dead chicken shove it in
your mouth
And we stuff it down your throat with a pitchfork
Cuz you're a
big gut, that's what you get for it
Now I take your sorry ass and I throw you
out
Cuz I don't need your dead body stinkin up my funhouse
Funhouse,
stinkin up my funhaugh! I got him, I got him, I got him
Right here, I got him
Oh, he got
away
Come on, that way, get him
Little baby's peeing his pants
Come
here little boy
I got some candy
Mommy ain't gonna help ya know, you
little bitch Yeah, rich-ass, snitch-ass, bitch-ass ho
You get your motherfucking next
chopped in Violent J's Fun House
So don't fuck with the wicked clowns, you
punk-ass bitch Come here, little boy
I have some candy for ya
I crack your head in a
DLT
Little boy, come out come out
Wherever you are
You're father's so
funny
Look at the blood
I liked him
I like it
This little kiddy's
getting his necked chopped off tonight
Oh, come here
Little richie, come
here
Your mommy says for you to come with me
You're so scared
Why you
shaking, little boy?
What's the matter, huh?
Awww, little richie's
scared
Look at the blood
Awww, he's crying
BITCH!!!
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For the Maggots One for the maggots, pumpkin's light
Everytime his crew gets into a
fight
If I somehow get stomped and kicked
I'm coming for your ass with an
ice pick, prick One for the maggots, two for the bitch
Three for the brick that smacks
your lips
Cuz you's a sneaky creepy ho
So don't fuck around no more, yo
One for the maggots, weak as pits
Who sell out they boys for a bitch they
just met
And then try to come crawling back
Bitch, you can juggle my
nutsac, ho One for the maggots, punk, fuck you
Trying to be like everybody that you
ever knew
Trying to be somebody that you not
Bitch, that's how ya get
shot
And left for the maggots
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Wagon Wagon If I'm gonna die
I'm going out riding the wagon Hear it comes, the horrifying midnight wagon
Saggin, laggin, dead bodies
draggin
On a piece of string, they flop around and fling
Now shut your ass
up and let the juggla sing
It's the Insane Clown Posse coming
threw
Looking for hickies and the prickies and your ass too
Everybody gets
a ride on the ghost car
Don't matter who you are, we going straight to
hell
And it ain't far, Mr. Davers
You seem to be the kill joy
So get
your ass in fat boy
You can sit up in the front with the Ringmaster
With
the Ringading-dingalinga-ping-master
And get your motherfucking wind pipe
chopped off
And your funky ass body gets dropped off
In the gutter, the
wheels keep rollin
Throwin heads out the back, nugget bowlin from the...
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin
Are you down with the clown with clown
luv, ride the...
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin
Every dead fuck in the
city comes and rides the...
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin
Nate the
Mack, Jump Steady, and Rude Boy ride the...
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies
draggin
Don't miss your chance The exhaust pipe is tripping out a deli fire
I found an old dead corpse in
the trunk next to the spare tire
And it's muffling the sounds
Throw the
bitch out and now the funk pounds, yo
Some say it's just a hearse, but it's
much worse
It's an old dark bucket with a clown curse
Long, dark, very
spooky scary
I drink an old 40 bottle full of bloody mary, why
Cuz I'm
Violent J, sick in the nug-bone
I make strange sounds, clowns with
frowns
Break it on down, break it up till the break of dawn
Look out your
window it's the wagon in your front lawn
Ah, boom, aboockaboomba
We do the
dance of the death until you get in the car
Then I pull your tongue out slap
you in the face with it
Say the joker did it in the... Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin
Ladies and gents its your turn, come and
ride the...
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin
If you gotta minute why don't
you stop and finna ride the...
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin
I'm a dead
body so you know I love riding in the...
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies
draggin
Now, here's your chance We don't do drive-by's in the wagon
Instead we just get out and stab your
fuckin ass
And there ain't no telling how many clowns inside
Told you
seventeen but I lied
Cuz I'm wicked and I'm wild, wicked wild
I caught
wild deer, rode it home from Bel Isle
I play the organ like an old mental
case
I can freak the cello, like Chris Conley on bass
In the wagon, I
throw fingers out the window
And when you roll the window down you can smell
Indo
But it ain't mine, it belongs to a stiff over there
Puffin on a Jim
Square
Heavy long, rumbling, tumbling
Step into my ride and your ass goes
stumbling
Out the back with your neck in a rut
Gotta get home before the
sun comes up on my... Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin
Come down, stand in line, everybody loves
to ride the...
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin
Your momma is a bitch and
she swings on my nuts in the...
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin
If you
missed your bus, don't be afriad, come and ride the...
Wagon Wagon, dead
bodies draggin
It's your last chance
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The Loons Little Miss Muffet, oh, she never had a clue
Of the psychopathic wicked
clown is finna do
Creeping through the backyards underneath the moon
Only
three blocks away, the joker looney toon Listen to the loon, listen to the pain
Listen to the one they call the
Violent J Insane
Watch me as I duck and I dash through the night
I can see
the shadows of the moon in my butcher knife Pretty little world has created this monster
See me living with a dead
body in a dumpster
Laughing in your castle but I can't crush your moat
But
then I take a boat and cut your fucking throat So now I'm getting closer so I crawl under a house
I'm waiting for the car
to pass and then I crawl back out
Another block down just a little ways to
go...
"Hello?" I'm the neck cutter and I'm three blocks away (3x)
Violent Violent,
Violent J
I'm the neck cutter and I'm three blocks away (3x)
J, J, Violent
J I can hear the crickets and the creatures of the night
You can hear me
drag my foot and scrape my butcher knife
I can hear the owl as it trims a
wicked tune
You can hear the loons, the loons, the loons Listen to the little pitter-patter of my feet
As I howl like a dog and I'm
running down the street
Hiding in the trees, hiding in the bushes
You're
sitting on your couch and I'm underneath your cushions Stab you in the back of the head, why not?
Your little governor is taking
everything I got
I can't feed a family, I can't feed a dog
So I cut your
fucking head off, hey Wickey, wickey jokers and you know we show and prove
Jumping over roof
tops, juggaluga move
Tell me have you ever seen a ghetto freak
show
"Hello?" I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away (3x)
Violent Violent, Violent
J
I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away (3x)
J, J, Violent J
I gotta kill her
I have to kill her
I'm gonna kill her
I'm gonna
kill her
I'm gonna... You can think I'm joking on my joker while you laugh
I'm coming to your
house I'm finna cut your neck in half
Everywhere I go the grim reaper stays
on me
Cuz the fucker knows I'm always leaving dead bodies I can see him standing at the end of the block
Cuz somebody's clock is
running out of tock
Slip in the cracks of the walls of the eave
All that's
justified as every punishment received Everything you've ever done to me is out of hate
I'm begging on my knees
and you slam your golden gate
So I pick myself up and I snuck around the
back
And took your money stack then stabbed your fucking neck Slowly only go as the night air is calm
I might stop and chill and drink a
40 on the lawn
Right before I take the final step to your front
door
"Hello" I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away (3x)
Violent Violent, Violent
J
I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away (3x)
J, J, Violent J
I'm going up there (I'm the neck cutter)
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The Love Song Hello, and welcome back to Pillow Talk
I hope you're with your
bitch
Cuz it's time to get cozy with the ICP
So wind back with a sparkling
glass of Faygo
While Violent J tells you the poetry
That just makes the
bitches melt
Only on WLUV Hello, baby
I was thinking about you
So I wrote this song
I like to
dedicate this to the love
That has expressed from you and I
So just sit
back and enjoy Eh, yo, bitch, come over here and let me kick it to ya
Tried to stick my
nuts in ya then I never knew ya
Cuz your ugly and you know you can't hide
that
So what you look like a chicken with a hunchback
Oh, it doesn't
matter that you from down south
If you talk like it, I'm a smack you in your
mouth
Bitch, I admit it, I'm quick to hit a woman hey
But that's okay, cuz
bitch, I'm Violent J
And I'm a southwest mack daddy juggalo
And you're
nothing but a two-bit stankin' ho
But I love you and I hope you realize
that
I don't care about the hair growing out your back
Smoking that blunt,
drink some Mad Dog through the night
And your ugly bitch turns into Karen
White
And I stick my wing-wang in the middle
I like a filthy-ass ho, the
kind that make your nuts shrivle Bitch, I'm knocking at your door
Let me get some neden, ho
Bitch,
you're ugly, that's okay
I'm finna hit it anyway I guess you want me to take you on a big date
But what you're saying don't
sound all that straight
All I wanna do is feel your butt and squeeze your
titties
Cuz I can't feed your fat ass on a buck fifty
Let's make love my
sweet little dove
I wouldn't get near that neden without a glove
Cuz it's
rats and spiders up in there
Hittin that'll take the curl out your nut
hairs
I smack your tittie and claps when it hits the other
But I don't
want em clappin too loud it'll wake your mother
Bitches always front like
they don't wanna let you hit
But then they always screamin banshees when you
gettin with it
So don't fake the funk, I'm nothing but a ghetto punk
All
I'm trying to do is stick you in your fat rump
So get the fuck out them
dirty-ass drawers
And come and twist my balls cuz I love you Bitch, I'm knocking at your door
Let me get some neden, ho
Bitch,
you're ugly, that's okay
I'm finna hit it anyway You and I both know
That I've been wrong to you in the past
And I know
that I love you
All I wanna do is slide my wang into your neden
I wanna
hit that neden so damn hard
Let my nuts bang on your anus
That's my only
true desire
I feel for you, I think for you
I breathe for you
All I
want is a little neden
Ya know, everyday when the wind blows
All I hear is
my nuts flapping against your booty, ho
And that's all I ever want
And
that's all I ever dreamed of
That is you and your neden, bitch |
Bugz on my Nugz Well, I don't understand the phenomenom
We fucking these hoes that look
like spallala
Rich boys think that is shitty
But I like fucking crackheads
with one tit
And I do it at the drop of a dime
And I get the scabies
almost every time
So let's talk about my nutsac
I don't front, Jack, I got
bugs on my ballzac
Well I'm Violent J and I ain't no bitch
I'm always
quick to tell you when my nuts itch
Cuz bitch if I'm itching when I come
home
Drop a brick in a sock swing it on your dome
You didn't think nothing
of it, just let me stick it
Probably should of known cuz I thought I heard
crickets
In your neden, but I ain't sayin nuttin though
I ain't sayin
nuttin till I'm done nuttin, ho
And know I'm like bitch how can this
be
Tryin to sleep and my nuts get up and watch TV
Then try to walk to the
store and get a 40
How'd these bugs get on me
Somebody asked me how I got
scabies
Probably that homeless fat redneck bad lady
That I fucked in the
shed
Then the little critters on my dingaling said Your nuts we want your nuts
We'll itch and scratch and bite your
nuts
Your nuts we want your nuts
Please, oh please, fuck dirty butts
(sluts) I met this bitch and went up in it
Dropped her off, went to the
clinic
Bitch, I got bizugs on my siznac
So tell me what's up with
that
Should of said something bout your bug problem
Now I'm gonna have to
sock you in your mouth, bitch
Can't keep my motherfucking hands out my
drawers
Stick a roach motel up under your balls
Nah, I'd rather stick em
in a deep fry
And sizzle those motherfuckers off my wang
So you wanna fuck
around, always gotta buck around
Lift up your dingaling nothing but a bug ya
found
Now they call you funky nuts cuz you like funky butts
Scratching and
biting them, now they call you monkey nuts
But I ain't sayin nothing, cuz you
ain't playin nothin
Bring the track back and I get back to the nutsac
track
So now I try to rap cuz the bugs is biting
But I ain't going out
like a bitch, yo, fuck that
Stick em in a blender and hit the switch
Then
I hit the bitch
Met this bum in the back of a dumpster
Fucked her in the
rumpster, juggaluga humpster
Had to take a piss, so I pulled out my
wang
Then I heard my dingaling sang Your nuts we want your nuts
We'll itch and scratch and bite your
nuts
Your nuts we want your nuts
Please, oh please, fuck dirty butts
(sluts)
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House of Mirrors Ladies and gentlemen, the house of mirrors
For just one bet, venture
through this wonderful exhibit
See yourself in all the weird shapes and
sizes
You, young man, would you like to go into the house of mirrors
Well,
okay
Have a good time, son
And good luck finding your way out
Wait a
minute, I don't like it in here
Hey, wait a minute, let me out of
here
Let...there's dead bodies in here
There's dead bodies in here
I
don't like it in here!!! Step inside, come my way
This here is your fatal day
You have lied,
they have cried
Now your life has been denied
Look into the big
mirror
Your reflection is so clear
Devil's head, rotting flesh
With the
snakes inside your chest
In the mirror you can't hide
You've been granted
Jacob's lide
Whipping fear, spinning pain
All you crying is in
vain
You're the beast you never knew
This reflects the things you
do
Others starving down the block
Richie's heart is like a rock
How can
I make a law?
I'm just here to break your jaw
House of Glass, down and
up
You might get your ass cut
Mirror of Life, Mirror of Pain
Death, I
wave my magic cain
Your last words are those of fear
But they go unheard
in the House of Mirrors Mirror Mirror on the wall
Who's the wickedest of all
Three blind mice,
deepest fear
Welcome to the House of Mirrors Magic wand, magic mirror
Timeless clock says death is near
Death is
here, death is on
My king bishop takes your pawn
You can't break House of
Mirrors
That's bad luck for seven years
Only in my wicked realm
Of thee
untold, now unfold
Thinking back, what you do
Buy a richie home or
two
Even though some down and out
You keep what you could live
without
You're the beast you never knew
This reflects the things you
do
Others starving down the block
Richie's heart is like a rock
First I
grab, then I stab
Cut you up into a slab
Grind and twist, flick my
wrist
Toss you in the magic mist
Look into Halls of Glass
Every mirror
shows the past
With no love you kick the sin of face
Now your place is in
the House of Mirrors Mirror Mirror on the wall
Who's the wickedest of all
Three blind mice,
deepest fear
Welcome to the House of Mirrors Three blind mice, your worst fear
Look into the deadly mirror
Welcome to the House of Mirrors, Mr. Exec
You should explain to E why ICP
should let you live
As you look on I see this image in your reflection
A
bigot under cover, showing no affections
To the ghettos and the hoods
Just
look at you, you think for us, you're too good
Claiming all you got and you
can die tomorrow
And when that shit happens, there's no pinion, no
sorrow
Cuz you refuse to lift a hand
And you know it's a blessing to help
a brother man stand
And if I were you I'd fear myself
Knowing I was
selfish and wouldn't let another near my wealth
You just gotta let em
fall
You Violent J, "what up", bash that head against the wall
And don't
let him run for the door (where you goin, bitch?)
Make him detour to the
sore
And let's wash away his bigot sins
While we welcome in some more of
his bigot ass friends
And let them see what they really like
Hand-high
riding the Benz and I'm a clown-riding the bike
So look closely in the
mirror
You're the beast you never knew, so be the next to volunteer
To
live in the hood with the ICP
Yo, J, throw away the key to the House of
Mirrors Mirror Mirror on the wall
Who's the wickedest of all
Three blind mice,
deepest fear
Welcome to the House of Mirrors Three blind mice, your worst fear
Look into the deadly mirror
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Ringmaster's Word I have a purpose...
Take your dill knife, stab me, go, strike my
heart...
I have a purpose...
Such things can't exist...
I have a
purpose...
You will tell them of me and how one day I shall come for
them...
I have a purpose...
Quietly, I will come over your bed,
I will
lean over and gently bite your neck...
Ringmaster...
I have a
purpose...
You will tell them of me and how one day I shall come for them
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