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Insane Clown Posse.
Paroles.
The
Wraith
Thy Intro
(The Wraith)
Jumpsteady:
A presense can be felt by those who have followed thy epic saga as told by thy Insane Clown Posse.
It is a presense that is synonymous with thy crumbling of time itself.
Thus emerges a being so powerful that he can exist both the land of the living, and that of the dead.
He goes by many names but is known to thy living only as The Wraith.
He walks upon worlds fogotten, and descends from heavens; fade into gray to witness thy death of all mortal things, so that he may guide thy departed upon thy path that they have chosen (Shangri-La).
Here is the story of thy path to Shangri-La, thy 6th Jokers Card.
Only now will we truly understand thy meaning of thy saga, for this saga all along, each Jokers Card, is actually none other than... thy echo of our lives
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Walk Into The Light
Thy Carney: Hurry up, show's startin'!
Thy Random Patron: I can't believe they're still having it! I better get my butt in there right now!
Thy Ring Leader:
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to thy sensational and amazing.. Carnival of Carnage! They said it couldn't happen, they said it wouldn't last, but boys and girls and eveyone we've got a carnival for that ass! Tens of thousands of freaks, sideshows, and fools, a carnival who together lives by their own rules.
Shaggy 2 Dope:
We looked into thy stars, foretold everyone: something dark and wicked this way comes (This way comes)
We told of oddities, crawling from thy dark, and a carnival which we can all belong (ALL BELONG)
I dwell upon thy streets, and I can tell you this: I see some circus, Juggalo shit going on
People drawn together, by rare and scrubby music, and we even gather once a year to PUT IT DOWN!
Syn Chorus:
With tilt-a-whirls and merry-goes', and carnivals of Faygo, we're just trying to tell you all about thy light, right
Now all thy Jokers Cards have fallen with spectacular array, so when thy Wraith is calling, walk into thy light, right
Violent J:
I hold a bloddy axe, dress in hatchet red, we speak languages people don't understand (DON'T UNDERSTAND)
I send Faygos via punted clear across a stadium in fashion only fuckin' Juggalos could ever demand
I got ninjas in my backyard wearing Anybody Killa paint, I'm thinkin', "What the fuck is going on?"
Then I see thy platnium on thy wall, and I realize thy Carnival's been right here all along, so let's bring it on!
Syn, Shaggy 2 Dope, and Violent J chorus:
With tilt-a-whirls and merry-goes', and carnivals of Faygo, we're just trying to tell you all about thy light, right
Now all thy Jokers Cards have fallen with spectacular array, so when thy Wraith is calling, walk into thy light, right
Shaggy 2 Dope and Violent J:
Thy crows have overlooked, we gave you all they gave, the carousel will spin on through thy night (THROUGH THY NIGHT)
In Oz I'd be thy Wizard, 'cause I'm overwhelmed,but we just hoped thy Jokers Cards would point you to thy light / So you'll be tight / Right
(chorus repeats)
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Welcome To The Show
Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope:
Well hello, boys and girls! Come on in, see thy show. It's the mystical, magical, great Dark Carnival
Don't bother looking for parking, get ride of it! It ain't like you ever coming back, you fuckin' idiot
Thy Carnival emerges only when you about to die, and right now motherfucker, you about dead in the sky
So come and put your soul up on thy Murder-Go-Round, and we'll strap you down, and spin you into oblivion
I got a spike for your neck with my ninja blowgun, because I be thy Juggalada Don Dada Lada Shogun
I swings my sword down and split you in two, before you even fall, I bitch smack both of you
Welcome to our Carnival's 50,000 Juggalos, freaks and weirdoes, and killers at our shows
I'm just glad we down with 'em - hate to be y'all
And have a Juggalo shatter my skull, for thy Carnival
Chorus:
Welcome to thy show, Shangri-La
of thy Dark Carnival. Welcome to thy show, because BITCH BOY YOU DEAD! /
Welcome to thy show, Shangri-La of thy Dark Carnival. Welcome to thy show,
because you DEAD, DEAD, DEAD, DEAD!
Thy Ring Leader: And fuck you if you don't like it
Shaggy 2 Dope and Violent J:
Welcome to my exhibit, I be thy Shaggs, sit back and enjoy, relax your
nipples and nut bags.
It's only Juggalos here; you know what we about:
swingin' hatchets, Faygo, and our dick in your mouth
So they call us a
circus, we expect the role.
We been sayin' that it's comin' for like 10 years or
so; and everywhere that we go, from Alaska to Spain, I'm seein' Juggalos dancin
in thy Faygo rain
Some of those at our shows feel a Carnival high, I seen
them jump from thy stage and float off into thy sky.
They ain't never coming
back, their Carnival has been found, and all we can do is dream about it,
smoking 'em down
I got love for dead people and I hope to die. I got neden
waitin' on me up in Shangri-La.
But if you really wanna hear thy fuckin'
devil's exhibit, thy shit is called HELL'S PIT run out and get it
Thy Ring Leader: Ugh! Bitch! Thy Juggalos said...
Juggalo Chant:
When it's your time, death is
near, step right up on over here / Games, prizes, shows and rides - it's that
carnival paradise
Thy Ring Leader: And fuck thy fuck outta you, if you don't like it
Juggalo Chant: (Repeats)
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Get Ya Wicked
On
Shaggy 2 Dope and Violent J:
I punch bitches in their fake
titties (He does)
I got warrants in like 8 cities (He does)
I like to
murder those provokin' (He does)
I swing quick, and leave a motherfucker's
throat hangin' open
I drink thy blood of a street rat (He does)
Yo,
Monox Boogie, where thy weed at? I got 18 plus speed Uh huh
With a plus 2
dagger from thy Tomb of Horrors, D & D
We cave heads in with a brick (We
do)
We fuck hotties with thy same dick (We do)
We eat power lines and
generators (We do)
One time we shut Detroit city off for like 11 hours
We thy wickedest, believe that (We do)
Stevie Wonder-Bra can see that
(Shit, he do)
We'll rip your head off, swing it by thy hair until we get
blood everywhere
Mudda fucker, getcha wicked on!
Chorus:
We know you hate who we are; but even in
Shangri-La a wicked clown gotta get thy WICKED ON!
JD the Weed Man with the
Juggalo Crip Walk
We know you hate who we are; but even in Shangri-La a
wicked clown gotta get thy WICKED ON!
Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope:
I'll drive a tank through your high
school (He does)
I let thy Carnival high rule (He does)
I get sick like
a crime story (He does)
Motherfucker, this thy Southwest Side ghetto
territory
I can make a fist with your neck in it (He can)
I need my
medication every 20 minutes (He does)
I store dead bodies all up under my
house, and every night I hear 'em runnin' they mouth, gettin' wicked on me
Day - Days on my black hearse (We do)
Clown love Juggalos first (They
do)
Red and black skullcaps everywhere, with thy fresh face paint contacts
and thy Twiztid hair
We find peace at thy graveyard (We Do)
Me and thy
Wraith sit and play cards (They do)
So move out of our way, and get out of
my path, or we'll saw your head in half
Motherfucker, getcha wicked on!
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Murder
Rap
Legs Diamond:
Legs Diamond in
thy house, and we sendin' Clown Love out to Above the Law!
Violent J:
When I sit there
and right thy shit for thy mic I hold, I make sure my beats are loud, and bold,
and cold
Violent J is thy name that I go by, waking up with blood on my
hands and I don't know why
You mother fuckers tryin' to get in my path,
don't be surprised when you get a shotgun up your ass
Instigators, I got out
for that ass too.
I'm gonna hang you from a street light, mangled and blue,
ew!
You on my shit like a fiend on coke, but if you say thy wrong thing I'll
put a slit in your throat, so
It's not thy answer no, I'm not a dancer no,
I'm not a hero, a zero, but I call myself a Juggalo
And this is not a Demo,
ICP, Above the Law, we let it GO!
Chorus:
Fantasizing, dramatizing, re-enacting,
MURDER MURDER! Fantasizing, dramatizing, re-enacting, MURDER MURDER!
Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope:
Violent J, I break
backs, back break with my crew, if I'm jumping in thy pit then I'm getting loose
Cause I'm taking out people, causing bodily harm, making moves to improve
thy Dark Carnival brainstorm
I'm not inferior, not taking no shit... Last
kid that tried to check me got his fuckin' neck slit
Powers my name, thy
clown be insane
And if we get to panicking
WE ALL GONNA RE-ARRANGE!
Thy Ring Leader:
Ladies and gentlemen, introducing thy "Triple
Threat"! Thy Wraith, thy Great Milenko, and thy Ringmaster!
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Birthday
Bitches
Anybody Killa:
Sit Down!
Mom Bitch Lady:
Ok everybody it's clown time!
Anybody Killa:
Y'all
little mother fuckers shut thy fuck up!
Mom Bitch Lady:
Thy clown is here,
everybody sit around right here.
Anybody Killa:
I said shut thy fuck up!
Mom Bitch Lady:
"Shaggy Thy Clown" has a present for everybody!
Shaggy 2 Dope:
I got your fuckin' present hanging
next to my nuts
Now when I'm swinging on my hatchet, it if hits you it cuts
Don't make me chop your head in half and smack thy side with thy check
Because I haven't had my Melorol in almost a week
Your fuckin' mama
brought me here to entertain your ass, so no matter what I'm doing I expect you
to laugh
Now when you see me do a trick and even if it isn't funny give my
props, unless you want your little necks bloody
I could probably do a
cartweel of something if you move thy couch, but that aint what I'm fuckin'
about
I could sew your mouth shut and pump air in through your nose and
fuckin' pop your head
But we'd get blood on our clothes
Look, I'm a
wicked clown I ain't no fuckin' superhero, ain't that big and scary, though I
fly like little Ray Mysterio
I'm quick to beat down all you little bitches
right in front of your mom and if thy bitch gets heated tel her bring it on!
Chorus:
On shit it's your birthday! Oh no it isn't!
It's
somebody's birthday! Oh no it isn't!
Oh shit it's your birthday! Oh no it
isn't!
It's your birthday!
Anybody Killa:
Sit the fuck down or it's everybody birthday.... Shut
thy fuck up! (ABK - Foo Dangishly)
On shit it's your birthday! Oh no it isn't!
It's somebody's
birthday! Oh no it isn't!
Oh shit it's your birthday! Oh no it isn't!
It's Your birthday!
Violent J:
It ain't mine mutha
facko!
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Blaaam!!!
Anybody Killa:
Story time,
bitch! All across thy East Side...
Violent J:
What? I represent Delray!
Shaggy 2 Dope: DELRAY!
Anybody Killa:
So? Violent J: SOUTHWEST SIDE!
Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope:
This Gypsy aunt of mine, You're thy lucky
one
She died and left behind, an anicent piece of time
I didn't know
what it was, You're thy lucky one
Knuckle deep in dust, edges played with
rust
I started to get pissed, You're thy lucky one
This lamp is all I
get, a worthless piece of shit
But since I rubbed it clean, You're thy lucky
one
A genie popped on the scene, brought true my every dream
Chorus:
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 thy nizzle, still a Juggalizzle
I drive a platinum car, You're thy lucky one
It has a tennis court and a
bar, you know who I are
Money out thy ass, You're thy lucky one
I'm
wishing while it last, Genie's moving fast
Chorus:
I was like BLAAAM! (Free hoes!)
BLAAAM! (Necks cut!)
BLAAAM! (My shank!)
Anything I want
I was
like BLAAAM! (Hot wings!)
BLAAAM! (Good weed)
BLAAAM! (Big thangs!)
Everything I need
Now I am a king, You're thy lucky one
I have everything, nothing's challenging
Nothing makes me proud, You're
thy lucky one
I stand out in thy crowd, while others beg out loud
I
remember when, You're thy lucky one
Money was so thin, but dreams were all
up in
Looking at thy lamp, You're thy lucky one
Would I give it all
back? Shit, fool, give me that
Chorus:
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
Anybody Killa and Shaggy 2 Dope:
BLAAAM! Thy moral of thy story is
BLAAAM! Those who never
had shit
BLAAAAM! 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, where JD at?
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It Rains
Diamonds
Shaggy 2 Dope:
Kill me! Whut! Mutha Facko! Murder Murder! Whut!
I can't fuckin' wait to
die! Please murder my mother fuckin' ass off!
Bring it! Cause I'm going to
Shangri-Leezy!
Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope:
Have you ever tried to get thy fuck up out your
hole but fall right back inside
Once again denied, have you ever seen people
turn into thy devil over money green
Tell me what it means, have you ever
been to thy wicked part of town and would you go again
They don't want you
in, would you follow me If I knew where it rains diamonds
No more poverty as
clean as we can be, yeah
Chorus:
It rains diamonds nightly, in my Shangri-La lit brightly, who
could miss this so inviting? Come stand mountain top and yell!
Shaggy 2 Dope:
Somebody stab my face or something! Kill
me!
What thy fuck a ninja gotta do around here to get his dead on?
Violent J, Shaggy 2 Dope and Anybody Killa:
Do you like to drink? Would you fuck a
girl thy day you met her what you think, on thy kitchen sink
Anybody Killa:
Don't you fire it up? Shaggy 2 Dope does this mean
you wasted life now-
Anybody Killa:
you're completely fucked?
ICP: I would
differ some.
Hold your hatchet high cause were gonna need 'em when there's
fire in thy sky
Together we will die, I can promise this in my Shangri-La
you'll have eternal happiness diamonds in thy mist
Chorus:
Jumpsteady:
Diamonds drift upon thy mist of
forgetfulness, bringing a peace untold, as I fade away to become what my eyes
see, seeing into thy eternity of Shangri-La!
Chorus: (repeats)
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Bitch
Slappaz
Take it back now... Old
school, Bitch Slappin' till the break of dawn, ICP... Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Bitch
Slappin' to the early morn'
Six in the morning police at my door
Already gotta slap some
more
Stuck my hand out through the mail shoot
Bitch Slap Sarge and his
first recruit
I came out the ass, Bitch Slapped some
Grade School High School
bitch slap went nuts
I rememeber gettin' baptized by the Reverend
Bitch
Slapped the bible out of his hand
The Bitch Slap Master up in the place
I'll bitch slap your
train-wrecked face
Don't assume friendliness with fame
I'll bitch slap
the sound out your name
They'll call ya, ...... 'cause you're not here
Bitch slapped out
the Stratosphere
Mike P did the track, he bitch slapped
Pow for Max
straight to the back
Don't lemme show up on TRL
I'm bitch slappin' everybody to hell
I'm Down with the Clown Eastside 'till I'm gone
Yet everybody singin'
that Southwest Song
I bitch slap wigs off everyday
I bitch slap old ladies out of my
way
Southwest side, Bitch Slap Capital
Every bitch make mothafuckas
smackable
For my bitch smack victims, I don't care
I'll bitch slap
cowlicks into your hair
Faygo in a Pillowcase, don't manage
I'll bitch
slap your head, brain damage
I bitch slap cheeks red, hangs off
I've been known to slap a
mothafuckas pants off
I bitch slap planes out of the sky
I bitch slap
truth out of a lie
Call me Shaggy Spy McSlapmore
I bitch slap muthafuckas galore
Say we fake and wanna test the rap
Step yo ass on up and get bitch
slapped
What do you call a Crew that be smackin' like that? Wicked
Insane Clowns smack your ass to the back
Speakin' of smackin' it's
makin' me sick
Everybody's talkin' that smackin' shit
Sayin' they
smackin' with the I.C.P.
Just cause I am they wanna be like me
Talkin' that shit you need to leave the place
Knowin' you ain't
ever even smacked a face
Claimin' our shit, that's our shit you trashed
Mothafucka we about to smack your ass
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Thy
Staleness
Shaggy 2 Dope:
Let me see your thoat 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 Wrath, 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
Chorus:
Let me make thy pain be gone I wanna
STAB, STAB, STAB
It's like murdering be giving me a calm, I need to YEAH,
YEAH, YEAH
Let me make thy pain be gone, I wanna STAB, STAB, STAB
It's
like murdering be giving me a calm, I need to
(Ah ha... What kind of circus
is this?)
Violent J:
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 thy window
Then I turned around and
went right back inside, once i realized I could of grabbed a gang of
Formaldehyde
Suddenly another fuckin' guard shot me; I played thy whole
movie shits 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 everywhere
I'm steady cuttin' heads off, surfin'
on a wheel chair, and too many bullets finally put my away....
But was it
thy real Violent J?
Chorus:
Let me make thy pain be gone, I wanna STAB, STAB, STAB
It's like murdering be giving me a calm, I need to YEAH, YEAH, YEAH
Let
me make thy pain be gone, I wanna STAB, STAB, STAB
It's like / Murdering be
giving me a calm, I need to YEAH, YEAH, YEAH
"It kills the pain... it's thy
only thing that kills the pain, I'm sorry"
Juggalo Scrub Chant:
I'm so sorry that I'm so stale... I'm so
sorry I'm stale. But still I gotta murder your face... man I'm sorry I'm stale
(Repeats)
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Hell's
Forecast
Violent J:
Something has
woke my a thump on my roof, it was followed by crashing, more thumping ensued
I jumped out of my bed thinking I'd been invaded, heard smashing, more
pounding, the sound escalated
Looked out of my window, blood dripped down
thy glass, I see bodies lay twisted and mangled on grass,
I ran into thy
main room and Shaggy was dead, so was Nate the Mac, Jumpsteady and ABK
Bolted out of thy house to see if it's a joke, I heard hundreds of car
alarms, saw flames and smoke and thy sky above red, I see dead bodies fallin'
it's raining with corpses thy blood is appalling
Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope and a gang of Juggalos
Mama told me when
it rains - IT POURS, but never mentioned Dead Bodies - DEAD BODIES
Mama told
me when it rains - IT POURS, La de da da de la da de - DEAD BODIES
Violent J:
I never seen so many.... horrified looks on people's
faces...
(Thy blood is appalling)
I hope I never see what all them
people saw... and put them in there places...
(Thy blood is appalling),
The sun was so hot... So hot...
I was burning... Yeah
Dead bodies lay randomly some stack in piles, on all of there faces
pour horror, no smiles
I see children, and elders, and ninjas my age, all
lay naked and mangled, most withered for days
I found safety a shelter I'm
under a tree; only fingers and organs come falling on me
I lay sleepless for
days as thy raining continued, thy heat of thy sun baking corpses like food
Then it finally stopped I walk knee deep in blood, over piles of bodies
threw what was my hood
It was right at that moment thy Wraith had appeared,
and thy message it left me might sound kind of weird
But take all that I'm
seeing and opposite that, truth is I'm thy one dead and this is my Hell's Pit
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Juggalo
Homies
(Rude Boy)
"Hey what up
ya'll, it's the Rude Boy. I know ya'll ain't in, but I just want let ya'll to
know something man, ya'll know I love ya, ya'll know you're my homies, and uh,
bye we'll talk later. Peace
Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope:
Let me ask you this life we live
And let me try to swerve some attention you give
To them distant ass
relatives over ham dinner
If they really missed you so much, why don't they
just call a (mutha fucka)?
If you wasn't blood would you still have love
Or in fact does the blood make you think you have to love?
Look, I
probably love my family more than anybody here, but my homies are family too,
3rd cousins get outta here
Who was you with when you got tattooed?
And
who was you trippin' with when you did them mushrooms?
And whothe fuck threw
up all over you car and then felt worse than you about the shit in the morning?
Who loaned you money homie, who owes you cash? (WHO?)
Who taught you how
to use the bong for the grass? (WHO?)
I don't know much, but I gotta assume
When you hit your first neden, your homies was in the other room
Chorus:
We talkin' about HOMIES HOMIES
Talkin'
about those dogs of mine
Our mutha fuckin HOMIES HOMIES
We throwin' up
clown love signs
Real Juggalo HOMIES HOMIES
Talkin' about those dogs of
mine
homies homies
Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope:
Have you ever had a job that
you truly despise?
Like I like don't know maybe dish washin', or fuckin'
flippin' fries
And you got this boss who think he the Don Mega, because he
the head manager, Chief Chilli Fry Maker
All you can vision is ya'll beating
him down, your homies standin' on his back while you're kickin' his head around
But responsibility is there, I can't lie though, I'd of been plucked his
fuckin' eye ball out with a chicken bone
I'm crazy as fuck, I'd rip your
piercings off, and now my homies are holding me back so I don't look soft
When you snuck the car out who did you get? (WHO?)
And when you got
caught, on who'd you blame the shit? (WHO?)
Who can you relax around and
scratch your balls? (WHO?)
Homies, I'm talkin' about like you and yours
Chorus:
Violent J, Anybody Killa, and Juggalos:
You don't like me, you
can fuck on!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
Keep it in your click fuck the
outside baby
You don't like me, you can fuck on!
Carnival ain't for
everyone!
Runnin' with the homies until I'm old like Grady
Jamie Madrox and Monoxide Child of Twiztid:
Me and my homies stay
tight like a noose and if you step to one of us, you better step the whole crew
I never knew that I could depend, that I could have some friends, that's
down to the very end
Well that's my homeboys excuse me, my family, and when
we conquer the world, we mackin' on the galaxy
Cause the sky's the limit and
we ain't finished, and if my homies gonna ride than you know I'm with it
Puff it and pass it and I give it to my homies ya'll
Hit it and quit it
then I give it to my homies ya'll
I got the world around my finger with my
homies ya'll
And everything is obsolete unless I hear my homies call
We
world wide with homies across the planet
Stickin' together like zippers on a
Micheal Jackson "Beat It" jacket
They got my back like a tat, for that I
love ya'll, hangin' till we old and gray like grandpas
Violent J, Anybody Killa, and thy Juggalos:
You don't like me, you can
fuck on!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
Keep it in your click fuck the
outside baby
You don't like me, you can fuck on!
Carnival ain't for
everyone!
Runnin' with the homies until I'm old like Grady
You don't
like me, you can fuck on!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
I ain't talkin'
bout my family or my mother fuckin' lady
You don't like me, you can fuck on!
Swingin' hatchets on the daily with my crew actin' crazy
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Ain't Yo
Bidness
(Intro)
Rude Boy sittin'
pancaked on 23's
Clown Love to Chicago Juggalos
We underground like
Blaze
My dead homie, and yours
We dead
We dead, no wait a minute...
we don't die!
We don't die!
We Dead
Violent J:
Maybe I like bloody,
murder music, you know shit like "Stab Your Fuckin' Eye"
Maybe I like eatin'
shit like Tylenol PM's cuz 5 or 6 will get you high
Maybe I like punchin'
people I don't even know, I knock 'em flat up fuckin' out (PAH)
Tuck some
money in they jacket with a note that simply reads "I had to let some anger out"
(Sorry)
Maybe I only hang with weirdoes, and hoodlums, and junkies, I keep
'em by my side (What up?)
Maybe mama doesn't understand a friend is hard to
come by, so I'll keep what I can find (My boys)
Maybe I got 2 felonies,
tattoos on my neck and I always paint my face
Can I still date your
daughter? I mean I think I outta, I like thy way she taste
Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope, Violent J and a gang of Juggalos:
AIN'T YO BIDNESS, How I act!
AIN'T YO BIDNESS, Don't get slapped!
AIN'T YO CONCERN, WHAT WE DO!
LESS YOU WANT YO, Face Slapped Too!
Violent J:
Maybe I don't even like you,
but I gotta front cause you're a record label guy (mother fucker!)
What if I
dragged you by thy hair, into thy street, and beat your ass, and put a boot up
in your eye (Puh! Bitch!)
Maybe I would rather fuck a Missy Elliot before a
Tony... "Braxton"
Myabe I would rather fuck a Macy Grey before a Janet...
"Jackson"
Maybe I don't have no self esteem so I like to pick on everybody
else
Maybe when I was a boy, underneath my shirt I had bruises and welts
"Oh" (It's ok)
Maybe I was hungry, bottom barrel poor, and my mom was always
sick
Maybe I'm lying, I'm just tryna find an excuse to be a dick, I'm a dick
- dick
Maybe I'm upset that you left me, I'll hang myself right about your
bed "You should try suicide"
From thy ceiling fan, so I'll be swingin' when
you walk I, I might kick you in thy head (Stook!)
Maybe I got seven
therapists, I been committed, but my manager he got me free (Double A ya'll)
18 Pills a day, I get so dizzy and high, sometimes I can't even see, (I
gotta sit down)
Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope, Violent J and a gang of Juggalos:
AIN'T YO BIDNESS, How I act!
AIN'T YO BIDNESS, Don't get slapped!
AIN'T YO CONCERN, WHAT WE DO!
LESS YOU WANT YO, Face Slapped Too!
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Soopa
Villians
Intro part, Syn:
Esham thy Boogie Man, running with a fuckin' hatchet.
Violent J thy Juggla, and Shaggy 2 Dope thy SouthWest Strangler, allegedly.
Collectively known as....
Thy Ring Leader:
Thy Soopa Villians!!! Esham: (Lightning
Jumping - Coal Dun Drops - Don Donna Heyer & Lin Linda Harwood - White Gems
hold Magic - VIX)
Super flex, jet super sex, thy Boogie Man busting thy
bazooka necks, get wet thy Soopa Villians clock super checks thy Juggalo in me
will break thy bank and your super necks
Violent J:
It's thy Juggla juggalin',
Juggalo thuggalin' Thuggalo, scrub ninja, mutha facko
My axe I keep with me,
creep with, I sleep with, sever skulls and creep with
Esham:
Thy Southwest Strangler Super
Plex, some bitch through thy limo window, super stretch
Now I wonder should
I shoot ya next, with thy super soaker, get ya soaking wet
Violent J:
Juggaloly, I'ma Soopa Villian, I'm swinging my
swords and I'm all up on thy ceiling
I'ma ninja, throw drop kicks, chop
necks like Sabu, stab you, grab have at you
Esham:
Soopa Villians, making a
super hero killing, fuck ya feelings
Ready and willing any day I could blow,
insane monkey like Mojo Joe Joe
Violent J:
Citizens don't talk to
thy FBI, cause that killa with the shank to ya neck be I
I'm quick to grab
thy diamonds, bag it, I love Batman, but Robin's a faggot, (faggot)
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We
Belong
Ring Leader:
Aww, little
baby bitch ass is crying again, what's thy matter?
Feelin' like you don't
fit in anywhere?
What about fittin' that ass in with us, thy mighty Deezy
Cizznarn?
We'll fuckin' gladly take ya
We take all shapes, colors, sizes
and genders
We are thy mighty mystical, mythological, Dark mother fuckin'
Carnival, BYYAATTCH!
Shaggy 2 Dope with ad-libs by Violent J:
I see you feelin'
lonely again, you's a mother fucker, feelin' like you don't belong, like you thy
only other?
Some of us scrubs got it worse than you, no homies to call on,
no crew to belong to
Some of us said fuck all that bullshit and dropped out,
some of us stood up to fight but got knocked out
Some of us like to cuss but
don't like your format, we like thy wicked shit and choose not to ignore that
Some of us be comin' out of more than a broken home
Some of us be livin'
out of our cars and carry on
Some of see they Budget Suits and a real
apartment and make you take off you shoes on our carpet
Some of us are on
parole and can't leave thy state, and some of us are dead and gone, my homie
Blaze can relate
And some can't afford a free phone call
But them some
of us's equal us all
Think about that!
Chorus: Violent J and a gang of Jugga Thugs:
WE BELONG, (we thy
shit)
WE BELONG, (we thy shit)
WE BELONG, OUR CARNIVAL IS HERE
WE
BELONG, (we thy shit)
WE BELONG, (come as you are)
FIND US EVERYWHERE
Shaggy 2 Dope with ad-libs by Violent J:
Some of us own dope
cars that fail to exist, some of us have profiles, nobody else fits
And some
ain't got time for thy Monks in Tibet, because my own kids are hungry and they
lookin' to me for shit
Some of us own drug paraphanalia materials and some
of us have incurable, sexual vinereals
And some of us have dreams of being a
star
And most won't make it that far
But it's all good
Some of us
can't afford thy coolest shoes, some of us gives a fuck what popularity choose
(FUK)
Some bitches tittie dance cause they babies are cryin', others say
that they dancin' for college and know they lyin'
Some of us are in love
with people who ain't ours, some of us don't give up until we're behind bars
And some of us must have been born to take thy fall
But them some of
us's equal us all
And I'm with you
Chorus:
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Cotton Candy &
Popsicles
Intro Part, Syn:
Go step to
them bitches over there
Anybody Killa: Fuck that, you go step to them
bitches
Syn: ...For what?
Violent J: Man, look out y'all
Violent J and Shaggy:
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, carnery, 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
Yeah cause that's like how it works "Slut".
I can put aside my axe; give
your butt a couple snacks, once you let me all up in, your lucky if we'll meet
again
Zug Izland Chorus:
I don't wanna Lemon Ben &
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 Isla 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 & 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
Cause I'm from Motown
Bader than bad
Cause I'm from Motown
SOUTH
- WEST - SIDE - BITCH!
Give it to 'em, give it to 'em, YEAH
Time to get
busy in this mother fucker...
(Chorus repeats)
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Crossing Thy
Bridge
Shaggy 2 Dope Intro part:
Dearest Almighty Creator...
Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope:
I've
lived one hell of a life, if your to take it tonight, I've lived the life of a
king, but so much to darken my light
Looking 360 degrees, two hundred
thousand disease, how can I lay back and chill, so many down on there knees
But then again who am I, I'm just some typical guy, I ain't no fuckin' hero,
I just been wondering why...
Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope Chorus:
I 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 child's mistake?
Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope:
I'll never question the
book, but let's say I lived by the book, I never ate meat on Tuesdays, how much
bigger would my wings look?
I try to pray everyday, but somtimes get lost on
the way, I seen the holiest spirit, so much to miss lead the way
I gave the
visions I got, I been told I'm gonna rot, inside the devil's intestines, I'm
still here holding my spot, I've just been wondering why...
Chorus:
I 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 child's mistake?
Break Down:
COME ON UP AND OPEN UP YOUR DOOR
WHAT IF IT'S A PERGATORY DOOR
COME ON UP AND OPEN UP YOUR DOOR
WHAT
IF IT'S A PERGATORY DOOR
Fuckin' take me instead!
Chorus:
I 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 child's mistake?
Fuckin' take me instead! (repeats)
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Thy Raven's
Mirror
A Gang of Juggalos:
WE BE DOING MURDER EVERYDAY, WE BE GOOD ENOUGH TO GET AWAY,
YOU WON'T EVEN KNOW A WICKED CLOWN HAS HIT THY DOOR,
UNTIL YOUR MELON
HIT THY FLOOR AND ROLL AWAY
Shaggy 2 Dope:
How can I stop myself from
murdering your neck, Methadone and Prozac only keep me in check, as soon as it's
gone, I'm gonna KILL!
And that was my last refill dog Dammit!
I drink
lithium and I don't even know what it is, only reason why you diss me is because
you want a sip!
Every time I drink it, I piss out a laser, and cut holes in
the wall with my dick phaser
I'ma do time I assume, I bitch slapped thy
judge right out his own court room
Then I took thy bench, and sentenced
myself, eternal happineess and good heath mother fucker, mother fucker, mother
fucker, I represent the Hatchet, I see you eye ball lookin' at me like I'ma
snatch it, and whip it to thy garbage can down thy hall, then kick you in thy
ass as you search and crawl for it
A Gang of Juggalos:
WE BE DOING MURDER EVERYDAY, WE BE GOOD ENOUGH TO GET AWAY,
YOU WON'T
EVEN KNOW A WICKED CLOWN HAS HIT THY DOOR,
UNTIL YOUR MELON HIT THY FLOOR
AND ROLL AWAY
Violent J:
You know Jamie Madrox rapped
about something like this only I never really thought about how horrible it
really is, laying in a coffin, in a pine black box, the only sound being that of
my heart if I'm alive
But I've got no pulse of ever-breath for days I
remember the crash and after that it's a haze, but I do recall thy funeral, them
lowering me in, it was about that time when my soul kicked back in, I tried to
move my fingers or somethin', got nothin but dirt hitting the top from them
shoveling, I'm fucked
It's been at lease two weeks but I don't keep time, I
just lay herre motionless in this rotting body of mine, I tried fantasy realms
and dreaming my way out, it only leads to mind panicking and torturing thoughts
about running and breathing will it ever really happen again, please God, heaven
or hell just let something begin
Violent J with additional voices by Legs Diamond:
Am I asleep or
not, I Don't know, My body is rotting and I feel pain, Gimmie to heaven or hell
but don't leave me dead inside this thing, My body wont let me go
LET ME GO
Let me go GO
My body wont let me go
LET ME GO
Let me go GO!
Am I asleep or not, I don't know, My body is rotting and I feel pain Gimmie
to heaven or gimmie to hell but don't leave my dead inside this thing
No! Am
I asleep or not, I don't know, My body is rotting and I feel pain Gimmie to
heaven or gimmie to hell but don't leave me dead inside this thing, My body wont
let me go
LET ME GO
Let me go GO
My body wont let me go
LET ME
GO
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Thy
Wraith
Violent J And Shaggy 2 Dope:
Always uninvited fuck off unrespected, sometimes he creeps
other times he's expected
He hangs out in bad neighborhoods up at thy park
he will strike in broad day light but prefers thy dark
Three little kids
caught inside a burning home he'll just sit there and wait for 'em leave 'em
alone!
As sure as we're alive today and death is inveitable he's waitin'
there watching through the eyes of a crow fo' sho' I know yo
Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope Chorus:
Death is always a shitty time
Don't bother trying to run and hide
Take his hand cross to thy other
side (Step to the other side)
Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope:
Freeway intersections when thy
bars close, he loves 'em
Blew out traffic lights? He hovers above him
And he loves thy motherfuck out of crackheads and heroin
Rehab centers
and caring mothers always scaring him
Sharing them needles?
He
encourages and raw sex?
They got him working and steady collecting soul
checks
Then again
What?
Nine times out of ten, I wish he's take me
Instead of some of these poor children we see
I'm sayin
Skwo
What
Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope Chorus:
Death is always a shitty time No
where to run
Don't bother trying to run and hide No where to hide
Take
his hand cross to thy other side
Step to thy other side! (Step to the other
side)
Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope:
He remainds nameless but we call him
thy Wraith
He is thy 6th Jokers Card of thy Dark Carnival faith
That's
it, now your clock is ticking, every second counts
And everyhting you do
that right or wrong, it all amounts
And whether you going to heaven or hell
he doesn't care
He's only here to give you thy death touch and send you
there
Most people fear him because they don't understand
That once he
finally touches you with death eternity can begin
That's what thy fuck I'm
talkin' about
Lotus
What
Mother fuck
Yea yeah
Woop Woop
Hoe
Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope Chorus:
Death is always a shitty time No
where to run
Don't bother trying to run and hide No where to hide
Take
his hand cross to thy other side
Step to thy other side! (Step to the other
side)
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Thy
Unveiling
Carnival of Carnage
The
Ringmaster
The Riddlebox
The Great Milenko
The Amazing Jeckel
Brothers
And the Wraith
Looks like we're all out of time, brother
Everybody's out of time
Fuck it, we gots to tell em
All secrets will now be told
No more hidden messages
This is
it ya'll
Time's up
Everything will be out right here
No need for the
reverse talking
The truth...
Now we been told this Carnival shit has touched on many lives
People have fuckin sworn to us they too can feel it inside
What is it
that draws you in? This magic that compels you?
We've been waiting six
fuckin Joker Cards to finally tell you
The messages and hints were there,
although, most never picked up on em
We snuck em in subliminally with that
wicked shit around em
We mentioned more and more of this on every Joker's
Card
The bottom line, always the same, you ain't have to look hard
We
wickedly kick it, inflict it, you get it, get wit it, and then we don't preach
it flat out
'Cause some ninjas don't wanna get wit 'cha
They quick to
forget 'cha without the hatchet and gat out
So we rose the hatchet, do or
die, now Juggalos standing tall
After all six have risen, the end of time
will consume us all!
It ain't got nothin to do wit us! It ain't
Psychopat-chic Records!
All we're doing is pointing shit out to you; We in
this together!
Who's behind the Dark Carnival, the Gatherings, and the
Hatchet?
Who's behind Dark Lotus, the circus, and everybody at it?
Who
invented Juggalos, and Juggalettes, and fucking Faygo showers?
What about
that feeling you get when bumpin' our shit? Who's behind the Juggalo Powers?
This ain't no fucking fan club! It ain't about making a buck!
Don't buy
our fucking action figures, bitch, I don't give a fuck!
It ain't about
Violent J, or Shaggy, the Butterfly, or 17
When we speak of Shangri-La, what
you think we mean?!
Truth is, we follow GOD! We've always been behind Him
The Carnival is GOD; May all Juggalos find him! [May the Juggalos find Him]
May the Juggalos find Him [May the Juggalos find Him] He's out
there, He's out there
We're not sorry if we tricked you [We don't care what
happens now]
We're not sorry if we tricked you [We swing our hatchets and
we're proud]
We're not sorry if we tricked you [Painted faces in the crowd]
We're not sorry if we tricked you [The Carnival will carry on]
He's out there [May the Juggalos find Him]
He's out there [May
the Juggalos find Him]
We're not sorry if we tricked you [The Carnival will carry on]
We're not sorry if we tricked you [The Carnival will carry on]
We're not
sorry if we tricked you [Painted faces in the crowd]
We're not sorry if we
tricked you [The Carnival will carry on]
We hope you find Him (Yeah, He's everywhere!)
We hope you find
Him (I'm saying, He's anywhere!)
We hope you find Him (Juggalos, He's out
there!)
We hope you find Him (Yeah, Yeah! Everywhere!)
Come see the show, big top show
Walk in and hang with the dead
carnival
Dead carny carnies, dead juggalos
Walk in and hang with the
dead carnival
He's out there!
Juggla, Juggla, Fuck wit the Juggla
Juggla, Juggla, Fuck wit the
Juggla
Juggla, Juggla, Fuck wit the Juggla
May the Juggalos find Him! [May the Juggalos find Him] He's out
there
May the Juggalos find Him! [May the Juggalos find Him] He's out there,
He's out there
We all gon' die, but I'm not gon' fry
Even though most never try
I'm not gon' let this pass me by, nooooooooooooooo
This is our world, this is our world, this is our world [So get the
fuck out!]
This is our world, this is our world, this is our world [So get
the fuck out!]
We're not sorry if we tricked you [We don't care what happens now]
We're not sorry if we tricked you [We swing our hatchets and we're proud]
We're not sorry if we tricked you [Painted faces in the crowd]
We're not
sorry if we tricked you [The Carnival will carry on]
Suck my nuts, bitch, fuck you! [I know you bitches hate me anyway!]
Suck my nuts, bitch, fuck you! [You can suck my nuts all day!]
Inner City Posse got the Dog Beats, ICP, we got the Dog Beats
Inner City Posse got the Dog Beats, ICP, we got the Dog Beats
He's out there!
Three ring a ding a ding ding
People love to point and stare
Three ring a ding a ding ding
It's the same as everywhere
He's out there!
Murder Go Round, Murder Go Round
How you gonna fuck wit a wicked
clown?
Murder Go Round, Murder Go Round
How you gonna fuck wit a wicked
clown?
He's out there!
[We don't care what happens now]
[We swing
our hatchets and we're proud]
[Painted faces in the crowd]
[The Carnival
will carry on]
[The Carnival will carry on]
[Painted faces in the crowd]
[The Carnival will carry on]
[The Carnival will carry on]
Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us!
We
hope you've enjoyed the Wraith's exhibit of Shangri-La!
As soon as you die,
this will be yours!
Thank you for joining us! Thank you, Biatch! Haha!
Always remember to fuck off! Thank you!
Fuck off! Goodbye, bitch!
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