Insane Clown Posse

I really aint got no wins
Thats all right
I never had nothin to spin playa
Thats still all right
I aint got to many friends
Thats all right
I dont know when a story begins either
Your the man tonight

Be sure you wanna do this
Cause once your down your down
Bitch you can make it through this
Ladies and gentlemen gather around
See a oddity a ramity a human fear
Stragin juggalagin and yet so real

I really aint got no wins
Thats all right
I never had nothin to spin playa
Thats still all right
I aint got to many friends
Thats all right
I dont know when a story begins either
Your the man tonight

Im walking though a battlefield
But I know my shit is tight
Looking for the bullet holes
Each one is beaming light
You gotta be real with it
Get drill with it dont let it disappear
You aint feelin it you cant deal with it
You feel tricked? well

I really aint got no wins
Thats all right
I never had nothin to spin playa
Thats still all right
I aint got to many friends
Thats all right
I dont know when a story begins either
Your the man tonight

Funny thing is some people think we give a fuck
I wouldent give a fuck if a dump truck full of pump bucks
Nope I wouldent give none
Tvidea media and radio
Only reason while I carry a gun
Were here to let you know there is a better place to go

I really aint got no wins
Thats all right
I never had nothin to spin playa
Thats still all right
I aint got to many friends
Thats all right
I dont know when a story begins either
Your the man tonight
I really aint got no wins
Thats all right
I never had nothin to spin playa
Thats still all right
I aint got to many friends
Thats all right
I dont know when a story begins either
Your the man tonight

O.K. class, um. Please settle down now.
I'd like to introduce our new student, uh.
Uh, Willy Bubba. Willy is from Kentucky.
And uh Willy. I'll be your teacher.
My name is Misses Felby.

Well, I droped outta school but I still hang in the hall.
And there I was, you'll never guess what I saw.
Maybe a chicken, I thought it was a duck.
But it was a redneck fuck, so I walked up.
Hey Willy Bubba, hubba bubba lubba.
My name's Violent J, but my homies call me chicken plucka.
I been down with the clowns since day one.
I'ts day two. I guess I got some pluckin to do.
In these parts, we tie you to he desk.
And all I never take blows to ya chest.
Fists to ya chin. Kicks to ya head.
Last year we killed a kid dead.
PAH!!! "Oh, my fault..."
Walked in the school, there's hay in the hallway.
Leadin to ya locker. Walk up and sock ya.
Then bounce ya head around the classroom and act nutty.
The teacher walks in and aksed everybody...
body... body...

Chorus-
Who kicked Willy Bubba's ass?
-I did!
Did you do it right here in the class?
Sho' did!
Did you puch him the face?
Did you slap in the mouth?
Did you kick him in the forehead?
Yup, yup...

Who kicked Willy Bubba's ass?
-I did!
Did you do it right here in the class?
Sho' did!
Did you puch him the face?
Did you slap in the mouth?
Did you kick him in the forehead?
Yup, yup...

(Nice to get back to the high school crowd where your alive.)

Willy Willy Bubba Hubba Lubba Dubba Dilly.
Tell me why ya talk so silly. Bitch!
Ya sound like ya come from the land of the biggots.
Jolly O' Dickens. The land of the chickens.
I guess you in season. I'm packin me a folk fo'.
Barrels to ya head and blow ya face out ya asshole.
Pow! Bitch. I'm Shaggy 2 Dope.
I'm comin for yo kin folk. Ya get ya chin broke.
And don't cry or run to the teach.
She can't understand your redneck-ass speech.
(Bin-er-eroin)
If she couls she wouldn't do a thing.
Cuz' she's my bitch and she loves to suck my wang.
You in trouble Bubba. Ya better run quick.
You too slow Willy. Cuz' yous a fat bitch.
I caught up in got my hands all bloody.
The teacher walks in the classroom and aksed everybody.
body... body... body... body...
(Farm sounds)

Chorus-
Who kicked Willy Bubba's ass?
-I did!
Did you do it right here in the class?
Sho' did!
Did you puch him the face?
Did you slap in the mouth?
Did you kick him in the forehead?
Yup, yup...

Who kicked Willy Bubba's ass?
-I did!
Did you do it right here in the class?
Sho' did!
Did you puch him the face?
Did you slap in the mouth?
Did you kick him in the forehead?
Yup, yup...

Hold On!!!! check it out...
Let's play Willy Bubba.
And kill the Willy Bubba.
Let's play Willy Bubba.
And kill the Willy bubba.
Let's play willy Bubba.
And kill the Willy Bubba.
Let's play Willy Bubba.
nn dang dang un dang un dang
Let's play Willy Bubba.
And kill the Willy Bubba.
Let's play Willy Bubba.
And kill the Willy Bubba.
Let's play Willy Bubba.
And kill the Willy Bubba.
Let's play Willy Bubba.
And kill the Willy Bubba.

ICP and Esham......Wicked Rappers Delight.....2015

[Violent J]
Fiends of the wicked shit it's time to get high
Bump your fucking shit up put some wicked shit by
Detroit legendary demon loop of terror
Staring at you right back with your eyes in the mirror
Blowin' out your brain spontaneous combustion
Lyrics like a mural in each ear and I'm bustin'
Fire breathing wicked shit and meltin' microphones
Blowin' speakers into flames setting fire to your home

[Esham]
How many times you gonna say I need help
Who gives a fuck if I murder myself
I'm thinkin' suicidal thoughts I shot a gay preacher
I didn't do my homework, so I shot my teacher
I dropped out the next day, fuck a GED
Then I went and clowned the industry with ICP
Threw up the 313, to let you know it's me
Esham's dope ho, I'm the king of the D

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
I stole a fuckin' firetruck and drove it through a Wendy's
All that happened to me was a bullet in the kidneys
I almost died death will look at me I'm right again
What's really happening reality is pretend
You can blow my fuckin' head off I'll just grow another
My brain and myself, we don't even know each other
Someone's in the darkness crawling out of my closet door
That's what the nines in the mattress for

[Violent J]
Warlocks and witches come and learn from the master
The walls in my home feature bodies in the plaster
They're dead but stickin out like Han Solo when he froze
With my favourite weapons hangin off they fingers and toes
Wicked pimpin' scary bitches living or dead
All with vampire fangs and they givin' me head
Like cemetery girls bat dance boogie woogie betty
Her neden's big and blew out like a plate of spaghetti

[Esham]
I'm out cold all my teeth gold plus I don't brush em
Quarter back sneakin' plus mo key if you rush em
Bust 'em down, bust 'em up steady fuckin' 'em up
But wait why do I have all this blood on my hands
Blood on my clothes blood on my shoes I'm on the ten o'clock news
For steady, murderin' crews and they point of views
Like, purple chronic mixed with acid demonics
And a stomach full of Jagermeister ready to vomit

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Mirror mirror on the wall tell us who the wicked are
Shaggy, E and J we in the game and gettin' ours
Hittin' stars in they mouth and boltin' off wicked ready
With necklaces wicked reckless, nobody expects this
Bumpin' this wicked shit homeboy you're braindead
I can fly a motherfuckin neg on your head, breakin'
And tie your fuckin' feet up to your neck
And shoot you in the back watch and kick you down the steps

[Violent J]
I blow a crator in the side of your head
Do the same to your missus while y'all sleeping in bed
Double murder robbery, just another job to me
Rollin' in a stolen Buick hookers slobbin' me
Known through the farmlands as a do gooder wicked
Always shootin the biggots, and kicking the chickens
Askin' me the wrong question also triggers my disease
They'll find your body in Compton and head in Hollis Queens

[Esham]
The phone broke and on the other side was the president
I can't talk right now I'm on the toilet taking a shit
Hung up the phone I think my cover's blown I'm deep cover
Your wife ordered a pizza from me she got the meatlovers
I'm Johnny Bravo the other black rio get at me ho
I make these ho's happy tho, cause I'm they pappy oh
It's too soon for you to be on my team
But give R. Kelly a call, I think he like 'em thirteen

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
I once met a hooker and she did it for free
On the west verner bus number seventy three
All the way in the back she was humping on me
Until I strangled the bitch and stuffed her under my seat
I got off at my stop without so much as a drop of blood
But then I realized I forgot to wear gloves
Now I'm chasing the bus my fingerprints are on her neck
STOP! AND GIVE ME MY DEAD BITCH BACK

[Violent J]
Fucking dead bitches on a ouiji board all night
Busting off shots in the club we all fight
Hanging motherfuckers by they neck off of streetlights
With they legs cut off trying to read me rights, shiit
I'll whip my cd at you stick it in your face
Halfway sticking out but look it still plays
I stomp when I rap and I shake the whole block
Stick my dick in your ear so you can see what I got

[Esham]
I was one of those monsters from the video "Thriller"
Known to the world as the pop star killer
And from another park from the ground I arose
I'm the crusty ass booger hanging out of your nose
I'm the stink on your toes, I'm the weed to your rose
Not one of your friends but I'm one of your foes
And spitting the wicked shit is the life I chose
Do a spin grab my nuts and then b-boy pose

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Can you walk for some tic tac bloody message on the board
On your chest and take turns shootin the rest
I win everytime need to be like good with every bomb
And off with your head if you're in the way of getting mine
This is Esham and the wicked clowns from the vault
We come flying out the dark with the triple gold salt
I threw a snowball so hard it replaced your eye
It melted and left a fucking hole when it dried

Wicked Rappers Delight
Esham & ICP we wicked rappers delight

What is a Juggalo? Let me think for second,
well, oh. He gets butt naked,
and then he walks through the streets winking at freaks,
with a two liter stuck in his butt cheeks!
What is a Juggalo? He just don't care,
he might try to put a weave in his nut hair.
Cuz he could give a fuck less what a bitch thinks,
he'd tell her that her butt stinks, and all that!
What is a Juggalo? He drinks like a fish,
then he starts huggin people like a drunk bitch,
next thing he's pickin fights with his best friends,
then he starts with the huggin again, fuck!
What is a Juggalo? A fuckin' lunatic, somebody with a rope tied to his dick,
then he jumps out a ten story window.......................ohhh!!!!!!
chorus:
What is a Juggalo? A juggalo, that's what it is well fucked if I know
What is a Juggalo? I don't know,
but I'm down with the clown and I'm down for life yo.
What is a Juggalo? A juggalo,
that's what it is well fucked if I know
What is a Juggalo? I don't know,
but I'm down with the clown and I'm down for life yo.

I'm a Jugalugalugalo!
Get the fuck up, get the fuck outta here!!

What is a Juggalo? A dead body, well he ain't really dead
but he ain't like anybody that you've ever met before,
He'll eat Monopoly and shit out Connect Four
What is a Jug...what the fuck? Conne... man that shit is wack...
don't worry 'bout my shit just rap motherfucker!
What is a Juggalo? He ain't a bitch boy,
he'll walk through the hills and beat down a rich boy
walks right in ya house while ya having supper,
and dip his nuts in ya soup, bloop!
What is a Juggalo? Well he ain't a phoney,
he'll walk up and bust a nut in ya macaronis,
and watch you sit there and finish off the last bit,
cuz your a stupid ass dumb fuckin idiot!
What is a Juggalo? He's a graduate, he graduated from............well,
at least he got a job, he's not a dumb putz
He works for himself scratchin his nuts, ha.
What is a Juggalo? A Hulk-o-maniac,
he power-bombs motherfuckers into thumb-tacks
People like him til they find out he's unstable.
He Sabued your ma through a coffee table!!

Chorus to fade

[VIOLENT J]

No Luck, Got Stuck
They comin to reap on my truck
Big Bills, Shit Kills
No Pills and i'm out of Refills
She dissed, I missed
I'm having problems dodging these fists
They chasing me, they wanna lock me up
I'm surrounded by thugs who wanna sock me up
I can't stand it, I'm stranded
I can't find a home on this planet
I fuck theater, I can't get up
My own ladies tearing my shit up
I missed quoata, i turned shoulders
they all lockin me out, its gettin colder
but im ok, i just move on
i can weather any storm; i know in the long run

[ICP]
we'll be allright
we'll be allright
it aint no - thang
shit aint no - thang
(shit aint no thang)

we'll be allright
we'll be allright
it aint no - thang
shit aint no - thang
(shit aint no thang)

[SHAGGY 2 DOPE]
Mad Pills, Drink spills
black out at night, my hands kill
wake naked, can't take it
yo, wrap me up in that blanket
no bail, i fell
i'm on the right track, derailed
house stales, i'm in the county orange
and my kids' life's been torn
welfare, no healthcare
every mother fucker out for they self here
weird thoughts, life's tough
but i'm a hustler and know how to bluff
no cash, no past
i got dogs bouty huntin my ass
but its ok, i just move on
i can weather any storm cause in the long run

[ICP]
we'll be allright
we'll be allright
it aint no - thang
shit aint no - thang
(shit aint no thang)

we'll be allright
we'll be allright
it aint no - thang
shit aint no - thang
(shit aint no thang)

[VIOLENT J]
wrong turn, got burned
and the mother fuckers still aint learned

[SHAGGY 2 DOPE]
denied, no reply
but i been known to retry

[VIOLENT J]
they hate me, im scary
they waiting at the cemetery

[SHAGGY 2 DOPE]
grim reaper creeping on me
hound doggin
i got a chemical splashin my noggin

[VIOLENT J]
i get lonesome, and then bones come
they got warrents in effect and im on some

[SHAGGY 2 DOPE]
i aint healthy, cant help me
i aint wealthy, look wat they dealt me

[VIOLENT J]
straight straggler, brown bagger
juggalo gang bang cant tag her

[SHAGGY 2 DOPE]
and its ok, i just move on

[VIOLENT J]
ill survive it all

[SHAGGY 2 DOPE]
cause i know in the long run

[ICP]
we'll be allright
we'll be allright
it aint no - thang
shit aint no - thang
(it aint no thang)

we'll be allright
we'll be allright
it aint no - thang
shit aint no - thang
(shit aint no thang)
[x2]

(I think it's the heart's desire for every person in America and Canada
to succeed.) Worldwide, yeah. (Success is one thing that's the motivating force
behind many men.) Amen. (And tonight, I want to speak in a way that you'll
realize that god ordained every one of his creations to be successful.)

Look at this millionare -- suave, definitely paid
Lemonade, stock market played, marinate in shade, top grade
Bitches blowin up phones, I walk by, never lie, I'm the type of guy
with sparkles in my eye
Roll in my BMW, never take the truck with your kid
Who? what? where? Over there ruby, diamond sinclare, looky there
Everywhere I stay flossin them things
I'm like bang bling bling blang chingy bling blang
What the fuck, bitch? Hurry up and suck!
move along, c'mon, until it's gone
Get the fuck out the room, I'm rollin chrome
700 spoke, whicky whicky what
Keep your hungry mouth shut, cause I'm livin it up!

Hey, we gives no fuck!
Million dollar house? We gives no fuck!
Lavish cars? We gives no fuck!
Bling bling blang blang! We gives no fuck!
Hey, we gives no fuck!
7 figure bank? We gives no fuck!
Phat paid? We gives no fuck!
Whooooo! We gives no fuck!

Seven figure bank, what you think?
Bitch you tickle me pink, you lookin rank
Coulda stank, still I do you spank spank whore is dank
Cause I'm livin like a video, fuckin every shitty hoe you know
Call me jigga-liggy-lo, fuck a juggalo, that's scrub
Billion dollar drop, non-stop, from my pop, never need to cop a mop
What you got? Get the fuck off my block
I call the cop, with your fuckin hippy hop, whooee whooee chop chop,
Tryn a marry me, rich until they bury me, stop it cause you're scarin
me with all that jive
Clap clap, take you back to where your wack crack neighborhood at
Cause looky jack, where we at we havin none of that!

Hey, we gives no fuck!
Million dollar house? We gives no fuck!
Lavish cars? We gives no fuck!
Bling bling blang blang! We gives no fuck!
Hey, want you to love me, want you to need me, want you to use me
Hey, we gives no fuck!
7 figure bank? We gives no fuck!
Phat paid? We gives no fuck!
Whooooo! We gives no fuck!

Pow, let me show you how
Took away your milly now, cash cow, cheddar wow
Dig it y'all, wicky wild wild, wait a minute y'all
I might've over-did it y'all
Forget it, I'll admit it, can't get it, cuz I'm greedy greedy greedy
Fuck the greedy, fuck the treaty, line em up and pow pow
Flicka pow pow, click click
Chicka pow pow, bang bang, ching ching, bang
Ching-a-ling bang, pow pow
Chicka bang bang, chicka chicka BANG!!

Hey, we gives no fuck!
Million dollar house? We gives no fuck!
Lavish cars? We gives no fuck!
Bling bling blang blang! We gives no fuck!
Hey, want you to love me, want you to need me, want you to use me
Hey, we gives no fuck!
7 figure bank? We gives no fuck!
Phat paid? We gives no fuck!
Whooooo! We gives no fuck!
Hey, want you to love me, want you to need me, want you to use me
Hey, want you to hate me, want you to take me, want you to KILL ME!!

I'm still here under the moon (2x)

I was just a child but you seemed like so much more
The way you would approach me and drift across the floor
I'd see you in the hall, and you'd kiss me with a smile
I never understood it, was I even worth your while?
The others kids at school, they would hate me and they'd spit
Cuz I was just a no one, to them I wasn't shit
But you would always hold me and stand there by my side
We were only seventeen; we'd be together till we died
But then it all happened on the ever dreadful day
Somebody tried to rape you and now I'll make him pay
You pointed him out to me, my thoughts began to race
I took my daddy's forty-five and shot him in the fucking face!!!
I did it all for you, and though I'm facing years
I would do the time just to equal all your tears
The last thing that you told me when I left the courtroom
Is that we'd always be together, cuz we're both under the moon

(CHORUS)
I'll forever love you, even in your doom
We'll always be together cuz we're both under the moon
I'll forever love you, even in your doom
We'll always be together

I sit here in my cell and the walls are made of stone
I've justified your pain, but now I sit alone
I write another letter, I write one every day
I never got a letter back, I write em anyway
I try to call collect, your number has been changed
I'm staring at the light bulb and I start to feel deranged
You never came to visit me, I sit facing the glass
No one's on the other side,
now it's in the past
My head is always spinning,
I'm pounding on the wall
I feel like I'm forgotten, no sign of you at all
You're probably getting married, you're probably getting fucked
I'll break out of this cage and try to cut that motherfucker up
I curl up in the corner, my body will corrode
My teeth are turning into dust, skin is growing mold
I'm staring out the window of my eternal doom
I know that you are out there, somewhere underneath the moon

[Chorus (1x)]

Many, many years, many more to go
Does she still remember?
God, he only knows
I've now become a savage,
They chain me to a wall
I still can see no body,
I still can hear no call
I'm nothing but a maggot,
I'm locked away and lost
The world it doesn't want me, my dignity is tossed
And to the girl for whom I feel this doom
Look here, fuck you and the moon

Hey! Fuck you and the moon (5x)

[Chorus (8x)]

I'm still here under the moon
I'm still here under the moon (still under the moon)

{winding sound} Oohh, I like this toy! Hmm, watch it go.
{Gun fire} Ay! Ah! Ay! Uh!

{Telephone ringing} {beeping sound}
We're sorry, the person you are calling is dead

I was like six, 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 look 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 motha fucka 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 all of ya
Then BANG! Serial slaughterer!
Your turn, reach in and get lucky
Oh look, he pulled out a rubber ducky [sqeaking]
And it make a funny sound, then, Then BANG! thru 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
Now he's 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? Fuckoooff!

What?

Fuckoooff!

What the fuck is that? What does that mean?

It means Fuckoooff!

Man, you fuckin lost it

Yeah? FUCKOOOFF!

This is a tale of misplaced love
A tale of a man searching for that misplaced love in all the
wrong places and how he gets his heart ripped out of his chest and
stuck in his face so he can watch it slowly stop beating let's
listen on and hear how my gumpy friend violent jay goes about
getting his feelings crushed once again

After 3 years in a mental asylum
I'm finally out and I'm fine now no doubt
Rolling home I see a bitch on a payphone.
She was fat and round and had it going on.
She had a name tag on Roxy Carol
Stepped up to her like hello
We was kicking it
I said I got this dick sup on lickin it
She said I'm down for the tactics
Then my dick stood up like a Tucson cactus
I threw her in the back of my jaloppe
She was wet and sloppy
But nothing could stop me
I was like jesus
Her neden was yellow and smelled like cheese pizza
I paid it no mind
I stuck my dick in raw and comenced to grind.

Toxic love
I'm so lonely, lonely i'm so lonely
Toxic love
Did she burn you?
Yes
Did it hurt you?
Yes
Toxic love
I'm so lonely, lonely lonely lonely
Toxic love
Did she burn you?
Yes
Did it hurt you?
Yes

The whole car smelled like pickles
I stuck my toe in her ass
And tweaked her titty nipples
We fucked for about an hour
I dropped her off where I found her and went for the shower
I got home and I kicked back
Thought about the shower haha fuck that
When I woke up the very next morning
I was awake but my dick was snoring
It was whistling and shooting out smoke
The head was spinning like a dayton hundred spoke
I started shaking and sweating
I had a fever
My dick was swelled up like a faygo 2 liter
It was greenish with purple bungions
And dripping blue skeet and flaking like onions
She gave me skiffilufigus no doubt
I'ma find that bitch and knock her the fuck out

Toxic love
I'm so lonely, lonely i'm so lonely
Toxic love
Did she burn you?
Yes
Did it hurt you?
Yes
Toxic love
I'm so lonely, lonely lonely lonely

I'm on a mission I search and roam
Cuz my dick hole is spurting up pink foam
And I'm dragging my balls behind me
They're as big as a mailbox bumpy and slimy
Thank god I ain't dead yet
My dick is crispy but my drawers are wet somehow
There she is on the same payphone
Near Zug Island in the industrial waste zone
Wait a minute y'all hold up
Is that the same bitch I was with she looks toe-up
Holy fuck nothings in place that ain't a girl at all
It's a barrel of toxic waste!
Oh lord what have I done?
Roxy Carol is a toxic waste barrel
Me and my green dick headed back to the looney bin
I'm here to turn myself back in

Toxic love
I'm so lonely, lonely i'm so lonely
Toxic love
Did she burn you?
Yes
Did it hurt you?
Yes
Toxic love
I'm so lonely, lonely lonely lonely
Toxic love
Did she burn you?
Yes
Did it hurt you?
Yes

I still like you
When I inject my penis inside of you
My balls light up like light bulbs
You're green...You're green and you're so warm

Welcome to the tilt-a-whirl
All you muthafuckas are gonna die
Everybody! You're dying everyday, constantly
I'll kill myself right mutha fuckin' now
And still won't die, try me
Wicked clowns never, never die, whut?

Oh my goody look a chicken
Keep your money here's a ticket
Hold up keep your kids out here
They too young to play in there
Step right up now strap'em in
Lock it tight under his chin
Clamp his arms up to his side
It's gon' be a helly ride
Now if you misplace an item
Psychopathic's sure to find'em
If you lose your nugget yo
Hatchet ain't responsible
Look and wonder if you will
Cause we about to rip and kill
Think about your every sin
As our tilt-a-whirly spins
Theeeeeey....Allllll....Diiiiie....Diiiiie
Theeeeeey....Allllll....Diiiiie....Diiiiie
Looky look a fancy fuck
With his wallet up his butt
Give the wealthy what they want
Fuck a line put him up front
Welcome to our spectacle
Carny rides eccentrical
Hope you like it even though
Have to mingle with the poor
Here you go sir have a seat
You've got good taste this ride is neat
Tell ya now the ride is fast
Might want me to hold your cash
We gonna spin until your soul
Leaves your body dead and cold
Tilt-a-whirly sprayin' blood
All over the neighborhood
Theeeeeey....Allllll....Diiiiie....Diiiiie
Watch you die, watch you all die
Theeeeeey....Allllll....Diiiiie....Diiiiie
You deserve to die, time for you to die
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, get on
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, wheee
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, get on
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, ride
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, get on
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, *squeak*
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, get on
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, ride
Welcome buddy, what you did
Like to punch up on your kids
Scoot all them dead bodies down
We gon' go another round
Excuse us while we clean up here
Pile them up on over there
Strap'em up and start the show
This time speed it up some more
Tell me any last requests
Before your guts rip out your chest
Fuck all that don't give'em nothin'
Slap his ass and press the button
Fair enough, another down
Carnival don't fuck around
Fire up the tilt-a-whirl
And we'll see you all in hell
Theeeeeey....Allllll....Diiiiie....Diiiiie
I'ma watch you die, time for you to die
Theeeeeey....Allllll....Diiiiie....Diiiiie
Round and round and round you go
Round and round and round you go
Yo, the dark carnival will never die
I mean that's all we do is think about dyin'
We wish we die, we hope we die
The only problem is...
We ain't never ever ever gonna die motherfucker!
Theeeeeey....Allllll....Diiiiie....Diiiiie
Theeeeeey....Allllll....Diiiiie....Diiiiie
Theeeeeey....Allllll....Diiiiie....Diiiiie
Theeeeeey....Allllll....Diiiiie....Diiiiie

""Layzie Bone""
Wicked Wonka, baby
""Violent J""
Halloween! Hallowicked Wonka....just 18 months
""Violent J""
I brought a bat to a mosh-pit (Well what you do then??)
I split some craniums in half
And caved a few in
Before long I'm standing there alone
I shut the party down
For Bone Thugs, Tech N9ne, Kottonmouth and Esham
""Layzie Bone""
In...coming, I'm running and dropping them bombs
Still gunning, I'm willing and ready for war
Get down with the clowns from ICP, B-O-N-E
And the Kottonmouth Kings, bring it how we bring it doe
For the wicked wonka, Halloween
""Violent J""
Smoking hay, hey I'm Violent J hey, we screaming may-day
'Cause Bone and ICP a fucking pay-day
We give away hey
But we already millionare rapper
Hater slappers, wicked shit believe it though
We tight like alligator snappers
""Layzie Bone""
Don't run dawg, we gun clappers
Bitch nigga slappers and hoe mackers
City street slicked rappers
But better known as wig crackers
Lead packers, ask my nigga Tech N9ne
Cock it back for Esham
And let it loose to they spine
""Bridge: Judge D, Shaggy 2 Dope""
An we mashing, we stomping
We wicked wicked wonkin'
""It's wicked when you walking
Within the thug pit)
Yeah we mashing, we stomping
We wicked wicked wonkin'
""At this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split)
""D-Loc""
Who the motherfucker in the pit talking shit? (Shit!)
Who the motherfucker that want the wig split? (Split!)
Who the motherfucker that's down for the krown? (Krown!)
Who the motherfucker in here right now?
""Shaggy 2 Dope""
Shaggy jumps in the pit
With these hatchets and swingin' them
Strictly for the purpose of splitting some craniums
Shit, we be illuminati at this thug pit though
Treating fake thugs like a hoe, tell 'em D-Loc (Spit!)
""D-Loc""
What the fuck you thinking, you can stop my shine?
Put your money where your mouth is, I'll take every dime
Then run down the line, damn right I'm getting mine
With a fine ass bitch, getting head, sipping wine
""Shaggy 2 Dope""
Hallows Eve, Halloween, Hallowicked all the same
Fuck a trick or treat, I treat a trick with some game
Every year we lace the stage, with the wickedness
It's the wicked-wicky wonka, baby try an get with us
""Tech N9ne""
It's that nigga that be on blood shit
Tech Nina off in a thug pit
Fuck with the KMK, ICP, Bone and you'll get drug bitch
Celebrating for Samhein (Witch Killaz)
If you don't wanna come with the wickedness
A nigga wanna slam Strange
I don't wanna hear a damn thang
""Daddy-X""
Mashing off from city to city
We sparking fifties and fifties
Crashing after parties
Fucking and sucking on titties
Ducking and dodging the coppers
Ain't no one out there that can stop us
Dropping that shit that be popping
Making it hotter and hotter
""Tech N9ne""
We man handle them
Fucking and crushing on man's camera
Busting bright red bandanas
Bitch where was your antennas?
When I was trying to stick it
Wanna show a nigga how she lick it?
Motherfucker this is how we kick it
Thug whiling on Hallowicked
""Jonny Richter""
Bud so fine fine, toking all kinds
With Tech N9ne, getting more love
Sipping on hen, with Bone Thugs
Kicking Faygo, and smoking more weed with ICP
It's motherfucking Richter from the Kottonmouth Kings
""Hook: Layzie Bone & Violent J""
It ain't nowhere to run when you in the thug pit (Kottonmouth Kings!)
""It's wicked wicked wonkin within the thug pit)
We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit
""In this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split)
It ain't nowhere to run when you in the thug pit
""It's wicked wicked wonkin within the thug pit)
We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit
""In this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split)
""Krayzie Bone""
It's mista sawed off leatherface
I bring the pain, and bang a nigga brain
When I step on the plate
Guard your grill, cause when my niggaz start to ill
It's hard to chill
Motherfuckers end up in the graveyard for real (Whoa!)
""Daddy-X""
I ain't got a million dollars bitch I'm fucking broke
Spending all my change on that endo smoke
All the bitches on the road, scheming for my loot
They get nothing but dick, and a steel toed boot
""Esham""
Fuck Proof, every Halloween, I dress like a bag lady
Then I ride around with my .380 looking for Shady
If I catch him at the shelter imma pull his file
Chop his head off, and bury his body across 8 mile
""Daddy-X""
We drinking drank (Drank)
We smoking dank (Dank)
Mobbing through these streets like a fleet of armored tanks (Tank)
We dropping bombs, underground bombs
Fuck the whole industry bitch, bring them on
""Hook #2: Layzie Bone & Judge D""
It ain't nowhere to run when you in the thug pit
""An we mashing, we stomping We wicked wicked wonkin')
We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit
""Yeah we mashing, we stomping We wicked wicked wonkin')
""Hook # 1: Layzie Bone & Violent J""
It ain't nowhere to run when you in the thug pit
""It's wicked wicked wonkin' within the thug pit)
We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit
""In this kind of mosh pit you get your wig split)
""Violent J""
Hallowicked Wonka 2003, from us to you
""Layzie Bone""
We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit
We just some Thuggalos and Juggalos on some thug shit

"No, you ain't getting none, bitch. This shit costs money. Oh, hey.
Hey, kiddies. How are you like the ride thus far?" "Blah."
"Excellent. This next one is about that shit that comes out of the
sewers and pipes and chokes your neck. It's called the Smog.
Ahahahaha!"


The smog is coming...


Aw shit, here it comes, creeping through the cracks
The nooks, the crannies, hittin' smack
It's filling up my head, I gotta get it out
I got me a plan to get the shit out
Pulled out an ice pick to pick the bitch up
Smackin it, pushin it in my ear, fuck
Lord, oh please, what's happenin' to me?
It's the poisonous air from the smoke stacks, G
Seaping in my head, fuckin' up my brain
Driving me crazy, nuts, insane
Sewer slut, G, greasy slime
I'm always bucking with father time
Cuz he's my motherfucking enemy number one
Try to potcher up my life by fillin up my lungs
The shit you call air, but I call it death
Cuz it makes me choke and lose my breath
My toes begin to curl, my fingers start to fold
Got drool on my lips and my body's gettin' cold
Don't know what to do, so now I start to panic
But it's too late, I'm dead, the smog got me, fuck it
The smog is coming...


Another cloudy, it's raining, but not water
It's raining oil out the sky, I think I outta
Make a run but I slipped on an oil slick
I can't move, I think I broke my fuckin' neck
It's no surprise, I'm laying there paralyzed
Looking up into the sky helped me realize
About us, the clouds form a devil's face
It must be a mirror image of the human race
Oh shit, here it comes, the deadly smog
I can tell by the howl of the stray dog
The air is calm, the streets are so still
When the smog creeps out the pipes for a kill
Broken neck, I'm chilling cuz I'm a goner
I can see the smog creepin around the corner
I lay still and hope it doesn't notice me
Oh shit shit, fuck fuck, shit, G
Looking up, just to see it's deadly jaws
I think I, I think I, I think I shit my drawers
But it's okay, the smog left me alone
So I lay and watch the clouds turn into stone
They come crashing down over Del Ray
One even landed on your homeboy Violent J
And I'm dead, crushed me in a split second
So if I'm dead, what the fuck am I doing on this record?


The smog is here
The smog is coming...


Thoughts in my head (of a clown)...


Thoughts in my head
A dead body laying in his house
For three weeks
Until his neighbors
Complain about the smell
Didn't he have anybody
To know he was dead
A serial killer
Decided to kill himself
Before he actually killed someone else
Was that good?


Thoughts in my head
An ocean of blood
And with the bombs dropping
It causes tidal waves
Tidal waves that paint the town red
Red
Everybody's dead


Thoughts in my head
Of mothers and fathers
Look at me
And I can feel the hatred in their eyes
And it's cold
Their children
Are nothing but them in the future
Except it


Thoughts in my head
When sitting on her porch
Bald headed
From a disease she fought from the air
The air that we breathe
The air we breathe is fucked up
It's fucked up


Thoughts in my head
All people wanna kill me
But you can't kill me
Cuz if you kill me
I'll be back to kill you
I will do it again


Thoughts in my head
A sixteen year-old little fuckin punk
Sitting in his classroom
Drawing a gang sign on a folder
He lives in Birmingham Hills
What the fuck do you know about love?


Thoughts in my head
People despise me and hate me
And they don't know me
I hate you too
So it's all good
It's all good


Thoughts in my head
This society
That is so fucked up
That is so evil
That if somebody prays
They get made fun of
They get laughed at
But it's not gonna be funny
They won't be laughing
When the bombs drop
And the town is red


Thoughts in my head...

*The smog is coming*
*The smog is coming*
*The smog is coming*
*The smog is coming*

Aw, shit here it comes creeping through the cracks
The nooks the crannys it hit me smack!
It's filling up my head - I gotta get it out
I got me a plan to get the shit out
Pulled out a ice-pick and picked the bitch up
Smackin' it pushin' it in my ear-fuck!
Lord oh please what's happening to me?-
It's the poisonous air from the smokestacks G
Seeping in my head, fucking up my brain
Driving me crazy, nuts, insane
Sewer, sludgy, greasy slime I'm always bucking with all the time
Cuz he's my motherfucking enemy number 1
Trying to puncture on my life by filling up my lungs
The shit you call air, but I call it death
Cuz it makes me choke and lose my breath
My toes begin to curl, my fingers start to fold
Got droul on my lips and my body's getting cold
Don't know what to do so now I start to panic
But it's too late, I'm dead the smog got me fucked!

*The smog is coming*
*The smog is coming*
*The smog is coming*
*The smog is coming*

It's another cloudy day, it's raining, but not water
It's raining oil out the sky I think I oughta
Make a run but I slipped on an oil-slick
I can't move, I think I broke my fucking neck
It's no surprise, I'm laying there paralized
Looking up into the sky helped me realize about us
The clouds form a Devil's face, it must be a mirror image of the human race
And oh shit, here it comes-the deadly smog
I can tell by the howl of the stray dog
The air is calm, the streets are so still
When the smog creeps out the pipes for a kill
Broken neck, I'm chillin' cuz I'm a gonner
I can see the smog creepin' around the corner
I lay still and hope it doesn't notice me
Oh shit, shit, fuck, fuck, shit G!
Looking up just to see his deadly jaws
I think, I think, I think I shit my draws
But its ok, the smog left me alone
So I lay and watch the clouds turn into stone
And come crashing down over Del Ray
One even landed on your homeboy Violent J
And I'm dead, crushed me in a split second
So if I'm dead then what the fuck I'm doin' on this record?

*The smog is here!*
*The somg is coming 8 X's*

What you gonna do?
When it comes for you?

*The smog is coming 5 X's*

~Thoughts in my head of a clown ~~(in background)
Thoughts in my head
Of a dead body laying in his house for 3 weeks
Untill his neighbors complain about the smell
Didn't he have anybody to know he was dead?
Thoughts in my head
Of a sereal killer in Iowa decided to kill himself
Before he actually killed someone else
Was that good?
Thoughts in my head
Of an ocean of blood
That when the bombs drop and causes tidal waves
Tidal waves that paint the town red
Everybody's dead
Thoughts in my head
Of mothers and fathers who look at me
And I can feel the hatred in their in eyes
And it's cold
And children are nothing but them in the future
Accept it
Thoughts in my head
Of a woman sitting on her porch, bald-headed
Because of a disease she caught from the air
The air that we breathe
The air we breathe is fucked up--Its fucked up!
Thoughts in my head
Of people wanna kill me
But you can't kill me
Cuz if you kill me, I'll be back to kill you
Done it before, do it again
Thougths in my head
Of a 16 year old little fucking punk
Sitting in his classroom
Drawing a gang sign on a folder
In his Burmingham Hills
Well fuck what you know about love
Thoughts in my head
Of people despise me and hate me and don't know me
I hate you too
So it's all good, it's all good
Thoughts in my head
Of a society that is so fucked up and so evil
That if somebody prays, they get made fun of and laughed at
But it's not gonna be funny
They'll be laughing
When the bombs drop and the town is red

Thoughts in my head of a clown (till fade)

[Violent J]
Ohhhhhhhhhh!
Hey yo, check it out man
ICP's back in the haugh man
Violent J, man
2 Dope, man
Wicked clown, man
Fuck yeah, man

[Violent J]
Hey, quick, hurry up, bang
Open your mouth cuz here comes my wang
I'm Violent J, the southwest skitso
Born in a big top, magical mijisto
Dead body disco, rapping to the hoochies
Dirty old fat hoes come up with a smoochie
Hoochie coochie la la la la
I might pull your tongue out your mouth
And try to hang ya
It's a full moon and the riddle's are calling
Three more cards and the sky's will be falling
But don't take it from me, I'm just a clown
Wicked clown, wicked town, juggalugalocolicky
Down and out 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
I was feeling so excited about the carnival's arrival
Everyone was jolly and jittery
I waited for their wagons until well after dusk
That night, while I was sleeping
I was awoken by a cold eerie wind
Looking out, I seen strange men, cursing and filthy
There were clowns setting up the dreary tent"

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
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
Been to New York and L.A., I'm southwest down
Walked into Del Ray's almost got my ass kicked
Rather just chill in the yard in my casket
Call up the hoes, have em swing by the tomb
And get a little sticky stank up in this bitch
Killer clowns kicked out the circus
Used to get live, let the midget lady work this
I was a freak show, they called me the Pogo
I could make my ball sac bob like a yo-yo
Give it up, give it up, southwest looney tune
Killed another redneck, found his head in looney doon
Gooney boon, booney goon, I can hear the loons
In my head as I sing my wicked song
The show must go on!

"I never been afraid of clown
But these clowns were different
There was nothing funny about these clowns but then
They smiled, they juggled, they laughed
But yet something was terribly, terribly wrong
I didn't like these clowns for I could see threw 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 (1x)]
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

[Violent J]
You ask do we gangbang, do we bang in a gang
Do we bang bang, I'm a gangbanger, man
I bang in a gang, man, you can suck my wang, man
Richie boy, richie boy, it's a southwest thang
Serial murderer, southwest maniac
Slaughterer, lunatic, high school braniac
Straight-A school boy, school kid
Till I went to school and tried to murder everyone
The show must go on!

"My neighbors and friends were fools, all of them
Totally unaware of the evilness within the clowns
Their eyes reflected stairways into hell
Their faces painted with blood
I ran from the carnival clowns
Yet every road and every path
Led me right back to the big tent
I had no excuse from the strong men,
The freak show, and the Ringmaster"

[Chorus (2x)]

From Southwest Detroit, deep within Zug Island's industrial waste depository. It's Shaggy Time!!!

(Shaggy 2 Dope)
Hey, how ya doin down there
It's nice to see ya, alright!
Waddup ya'll? Welcome to the show
I'm Shaggy like you don't fuckin know
This is my sidekick, Fat Pat
He goes, hehehe, and all of that
Anyhow on my way here I almost died
This bitch in front of me was like 105
They worry about drunks and late night truckers
Old ass bitches tryin to kill motherfuckas
This lady's got her left blinker on for an hour or more
Then she makes a right into my side door
This comedy shit's gettin old
(The game is to be sold, not to be told)
You can feel the excitment, right?
Snoop Dogg is with us tonight
Hahaha that's what I'm sayin
On the Shaggy Show, shiit we ain't playin
And that ain't it, also on the show
Anotha motherfucka that, well, most of ya know
You see 'em with me a lot, he's like a brother
Violent J's in this mutherfucka!
(I like that kid Violent J)
Hey Mike "Whats up?" How ya doin today?
"Just great Shaggs" Well that's great
Lets give a hand,
To Mike E. Clark and that gangsta fun band!
We'll be right back with Violent J!

(Playa Hater's Degree 'Commercial')

(Shaggy 2 Dope)
Ok, my first guest, he's nutty as hell
He just served a half a year in the county jail
Now he's back, for now at least
Hey Violent J's in this bitch ass piece

(Violent J)
Waddup ya'll? Whats happenin'
It's been six months and my dick ain't haven it
If I don't hurry up and get me some ass
I might bust this nut on your tv glass
Anyway I'm workin on my brand new shit
A brand new group with my homies, Twiztid
It's called Dark Lotus, should I play some for ya'll?
Hell Nah!

(Shaggy 2 Dope)
Now I been hearin a little of this and that
About you havin some kinda panic attack
Tell us, um, is it true?
And when you have one, what tha fuck do you do?

(Violent J)
Well I'll be sittin there enjoyin a coffe
And then all of a sudden I'm like, get off me!
Then I start chokin out pedestrians
Until they give me my shot of calaphlestrian
But that's all over now and that's that
I'm a perfectly normal necrophiliac
Just don't test me, or pull strings forget it
I might grab your neck and do bad things with it

(Shaggy 2 Dope)
Well on that note, thank you J, for real
Well just pop you one of them Fallopian pills
Take your ass back stage now and relax
Snoop Dogg is comin up next!!!
Stay right here we'll be right back

(Mamma's Hot Chilli 'Commercial')

(Shaggy 2 Dope)
Thanks fellas, alright yo we're back
My next guest pioneered the sound of rap
He's come a long way from the LBC
Please welcome Snoop D-O double G

(Snoop Dogg)
Look up in the sky it's a bird, it's a plane
It's the big dogg yo, fuckin wit the Insane
Clown, get down, nigga I represent the town
Hey yo Violent J let's go half on this pound
I stay gangsta lay funk, I drop the bomb
They call me Snoop Dogg and I can raise your arm
So any MC that seem to disagree with me
Step up and watch your motherfuckin ass meet defeat

(Shaggy 2 Dope)
Snoop, you got platinum on your wall
Where all the fools stare and scratch their balls
They wanna be like you,
They wanna try to and steal your flows
Yo, why is that so?

(Snoop Dogg)
It's like everywere I look, and everywere I go
Some bitch ass nigga tryin to steal my flow
But I don't pay 'em no attention, oh should I mention
I'm all about the money and ridin in cars with suspension
Bounce, makin on the corners smokin dope
Smokin that weed hangin out with my locs and folks
Don't give a fuck about nothin at all
That's why I'm known to the world
As big motherfuckin Snoop Dogg, nigga

(Shaggy 2 Dope)
Snoop Dogg everybody!
Now we gotta bring a close to our party
Thanks Violent J my loc
And thank you Snoop for that bag of smoke
Join us next time for the show
We'll have that one bitch from Letters To Cleo
That's it for now, I'm out this bitch
Hey yo gangsta fun, show 'em how ya got rich!

This one is for my people all the very people This one is for my people
We got trees growin out the dirt for us to climb on beats attackin your ears for us to ryme on
Our time with a bag of purp 3 5 dimes puttin shags to work
We on both sides of the river all around the ocean spinnin like a carousel stuck in fast motion
Like that champ out on his back flat on the map i been doin that
We runnin bare foot on broken glass i cant belive it but the shit is out there and were here to receive it
Catch me on the waterfalls with sexy ass mermaids washin my balls
Were throwin rocks in the sky puttin craters on the moon chillin with the creature from the black lagoon
Communication through your stereo for every body listenin here we go

This ones for my people
The people
The very people
Listenin here
And it dont matter where (Out there)
This ones for my people
The people
The very people
Listenin here
And it dont matter where (Out there)

We flyin with the red wall needles gettin shot at floatin on a iceberg wonderin were the pot at
Grease paint with a bottle of go fetch me a lette and im outta the doo
We take you higher then lex luger always stay true to scrubs universally on wanted juggalletes and thugs
I got a robotic arm and dont nobody know it i can rip your whole head and throw it
We are a never ending story that only gets better as we make our way through this life we live together
Hooptie ridin with my headphones on vision im in a bentley on hologram chrome
The wicked shit will never die put some hatchet in your ear holes real underground baby punchin through your stereos
Somthin wicked for the chosin few so for everybody listenin this goes to you

This ones for my people
The people
The very people
Listenin here
And it dont matter where (Out there)
This ones for my people
The people
The very people
Listenin here
And it dont matter where (Out there)

For my people livin downtown (it dont matter where)
For my people livin in the forrest (out there)
For my people livin in the dry desert and where the rain pours(out there)
For my people in the jungle for my people in the beatbox (out there)
For my people in the island for my people in the crops (out there)
For my people in the snowstroms for my people in the heatwaves (out there)
For my people bein born and all my people in the graves (out there)
For my people in the swamp lands for my people of the tundra (out there)
For my people in the penthouses and the others livin under (out there)
For my people in oriente for my people of the seas (out there)
For my people in the out back and my people from the trees (out there)
For my people of the mountains for my people on the road (out there)
For my people everywhere that call themselves juggalos (out there)

(Host Intro)
Let's meet contestant #1
He's a schitzophrenic serial killer clown,
Who says women love his sexy smile.
Let's find out if his charm will work on Sharon.
Sharon, what's your question?

(Sharon)
Contestant #1, I believe first impressions last forever,
so let's say you were to come over to my parents' house
and have dinner with me and my family.
Tell me what you'd do to make that first impression really stay.

Let's see, hmm, well I'd have to think about it.
I might show up in a tux, ha! But I doubt it.
I'd probably just show up naked like I always do,
and look your mama in the eye and tell her fuck you!
Hurry up bitch I'm hungry, I smell spaghetti,
I'd pinch her loopy ass and tell her get the food ready!
Your dad would probably start trippin', and get me pissed.
I'd have to walk up and bust him in his fuckin lips!
It's dinner time, while hearin' grace from your mother.
I pull a 40 out and pour some for your little brother.
I'm steady, staring at your sister, I'll tell you this,
you know for only 13 she got some big tits!
After that, your dad would try to jump again,
and only this time I'd put the 40 to his chin!
After your mom does the dishes and the silverwear,
I'd dry fuck her 'till I nut in my underwear!!!!

(Host)
Now let's meet contestant #2,
He's a psychopathic derranged crackhead freak
Who works for the Dark Carnival.
He says women call him stretch nuts.
Sharon, let's hear your question.

(Sharon)
I like a man who's not afraid to show his true emotions.
A man who expresses himself in his own special way.
#2, if you fell in love with me, exactly how would you let me know?

First thing, I could never love you.
You sound like a richy bitch, yo fuck you!
But if I did, I'd probably show you that I care,
by takin all these other mutha fuckers outta here!
I'd go through your phonebook and whack 'em all,
and find contestant #1 and break his fuckin jaw! (what)
Anyone who looked at ya, would have to pay
I'd be blowin' fuckin' nuggets off all day!
I'd Grab your titties, and stretch em down past your waist,
let em go, and watch 'em both spring up in your face.
I'd sing love songs to ya, the best I can,
get ya naked and hit it like a CAVEMAN!
Then we'd go to the beach and walk through the sand.
I'd throw a little in your face and say I'm just playin'.
As you spit it all out, I'll rub your back, and
grab your underwear and wedge it up your ass crack!!!!

(Host)
Well it sounds like contestant #2
is just overflowing with sensitivity Sharon,
It's a tough choice so far,
Sharon, let's have your last question
And see which one is gonna win the rights to your neden.

(Sharon)
Ok, if we were at a dance club,
And you both noticed me at the same time,
Tell me, how would you each get my attention,
and what would your pick up lines be?
Whoever's the smoothest wins!

Ok, first, I'd slide up to the bar,
and tell you that I can't believe how fuckin' fat you are!
I'd tell ya that I like the way you make your titties shake,
And if you lost a little weight you'd look like Ricki Lake.

Fuck,that! You'd be jackin' me quick!
I'd order you a drink, and stir it with my dick,
and then to get your attention in a crowded place,
I'd simply walk up and stick my nuts in your face!

Yeah, freak her with your nuts, yo that'll get her!

Tell her that she's fat, yeah, that'll work even better!

Look, fuck you, I gotta strong rap shit
You don't want contestant #2 he's mad whack.
I walked into a barn, and there he was,
standing on a bucket (eeeuuugghhh) tryin' ta fuck it
It was a big fucking smelly ass farm llama.

Damn, dogg!

How you gonna diss yo mama?

[Violent J]
Laying in my bed, I think of many horror tales
Yet I barely move, my bed is made of nails
I try to roll, my skin slowly tears away
My flesh is stuck to my 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 trying to die, they're leaping off of roof tops
Uh, they only scream in pain as their body flops
I'd rather stay inside my home and only pray to die
But my house is 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
So I leave out the house and walk the land
Wild pigs run and feed off the dying man
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 in hide
The deadly rain may soon come down, you 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 it thunder storms
That's when giant heavy red and black clouds form
It's raining blood, livers, and kidneys from the sky
Prepare cuz when you die, you're coming to the killing fields

"What shall that be? What shall that be? When that fine moment
comes. When the curtains are drawn, the windows are shut, the
doors close, and you've written what you've written, you said
it, that's it. What will you look to be? What about it, mister,
when you've had your last beer. You laughed at family and
laughed at your little wife. She begged you not to go out to
that bar."

[Violent J]
As I feed off a dead pig, I'm thinking back
To when I had a heart beat, and how I would act
I would steal from the poor, I'd laugh at the sick
But in the killing fields, you 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
They try to dig em out your skull, and go for self
Now in the summertime, it's like a whole 'nother realm
Water victims, fire, and oceans overwhelm
To walk outside, the heat will surely cook your brains
Try to run across the street your hair will burst in flames
Victims in a panic run from the heated light
Underneath the city, into the sewer pipes
Into the fire storm 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 Billy Billy goat with a human's head
He's steady screaming "Let me be! Let me be!"
But while I chase him there's another demon chasing me
All of time moves backwards, I'm growing old
And 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, I'll see you in the Killing Fields

"You've had your big time of lust and sin and filth. What is
the end going to be when you realize that time is up? You've
crossed the finish line going in the wrong direction. What
shall it be? What about it, ya man? When you spent your life
in a few years time? You're burned out shell at 25 years of
age. What shall it be? What about it?

You could go to hell (what shall it be?)

Come, come on down, down (you're going to the killing fields)

"Welcome to another exciting episode of Del Ray's number one
game show, The Joker's Wild! Shaggy, tell us something about
tonight's contestants."

"Hey, motherfuckers
Get ready for the killer show of this bitch
We gotta cop, we gotta judge, and we gotta redneck
So step the fuck up and play the Joker's Wild!"

[Violent J]
Woohoo!
Everybody smile
Guess who's back on your underground dial (who?)
It's the game show host with the most (Violent J)
And tonight we finna have a little pig roast
Cop copper, it's been a long while
Lace up your boots and come on down the aisle
Mr. Pig-Man packing that steel
But tonight, you ain't shit, now spin the fuckin wheel
Looks good, nice try
Now let's see just how ya gonna die?
Lucky, lucky, he 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 Jokey, hey it ain't bad at all
We just cut your face off and slap your skull
Who's next for the games and fun?
Hillbilly Earl, come on down, run
The redneck that sicked 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 17 people and later ate their dead bodies?"
"Jeffrey Dahmer."
"No, the correct answer would be your mother. Shaggs?"

"Aww, shit, motherfuckers
Get ready for round two of this bitch
So, if you want your fucking neckbone chopped
Step the fuck up and play the Joker's Wild!"

[Violent J]
You like big money and prizes, don't ya
You'd probably kill for a big prize, won't ya
Ya little bitch, it's your turn to spin
Free money, now spin again
Oh goody, the unzip your drawers
I'm finna clip this chain on your balls
Raise ya upside down for the bang bada
Now we bust your head like a pinata (hey!)
The audience loves that shit
Listen to em cheer when your forehead splits
Wait! Cut to a break, oh shit, d-damn ah
We got guts on the camera

"The Joker's Wild is brought to you by...Faygo
EVERYBODY SING!!"
"Send your momma straight up to the store, tell that bitch to bring home a
Faygo"

[Violent J]
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, one, two, or three
It's the same behind every door, me
There's no escape, now gimme that bald head
The crowd can't help, look, they're all dead
At home they just watching your doom
We broadcast from hell to your living room
I ripped off his knuckle, wicked clown style
Anything goes on the Joker's Wild

"It's time to play hit or miss. Contestant number one, open your
mouth. Contestant number two, get ready. Will he hit or miss....
HE HIT! What's next?"

"We got money, we got cash, we got prizes
We got blood, we got guts
We got naked dead bitches on the Joker's Wild"

[Violent J]
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 and he went to hell though
We meet again, I got my own game show
Spin the wheel, cuz I just can't fuck around
BONUS ROUND!
Oh shit, the end of the game
Bonus round, we goin' out with a bang
You gotta chance for money and prizes
You gotta chance at death, too hahah
So get ready, I'm coming at'cha fast
Your chance for freedom at last
Four questions, so are you ready, Jack?
"Uh, I think so", load the gat

"The cop in here?"
"Eats butt."
"Yes. The square root of two?"
"Uhhh..."
"Correct. Nutsacs don't belong in?"
"Butt cracks"
"Right. Richboys eat?"
"Caviar."
"No, the correct answers bullets." (gunshots)

"Oh geez, this is Bink Chipperwink saying so long till next week folks
See ya later, goodbye"

"That's it, go home (aww!)"

Mutha Fucka!
You don't know shit, do ya?
You wouldn't know shit if it whip kicked you in your ugly bitch ass face.
You aint even begun to experience drama mutha fucka!
Yo mama
Yo motha fuckin big fat titty faced ass mama
Dont even know about this drama!
MUTHA FUCKA!

Oh my god! Look at the...Turn it up please
Poor Nancy Karrigan, sweet little knees
Somebody took her black thing and went thug!
THATS TERRIBLE! We heard about it for months
What about that one nobody guy that they found?
Dead in the grass with his dick in his ass
'les there was more, but you won't recall
Cause Michael just squeezed up on some little kid's balls
What you consider...DRAMA, aint all that
Its just that you whack!
With your intergalactic satalite data compress
But we can't feed the homeless
And then OJ's whack story unfolded
Everybody watched that while Oklahoma exploded..
nine-hundred good reasons why this really dont care..
THATS WHAT IT COSTS FOR A WHEELCHAIR!

Chorus:
What ya know its terrible (terrible)
You dont know whats terrible (terrible) (x2)

Is she so terrible you gotta beat her you bitch ass whack mutha fucka?!?

La Di Da..We gotta protest that
Some rock n roll ninja bit the head of a rat
lets march in his concert, and tell him to hell
cause he's so FUCKIN TERRIBLE
Meanwhile his record sells, double and triple
Cause of you, worryin about him rubbin his nipple
Religous? Shit, you helped them bands
Instead of helpin them poor people eatin out of them garbage cans
When you done with that bitch, come protest me
Shiiiiiit, Mutha fucka, I could use some money
The whole world was cryin, when Kurt went KABANG
When Eazy-E died though it wasn't no thang
Rapper died of AIDS but you hardly mention
Rocker blows his face off and becomes a legend
Heroin and a shotgun, a hero was made
Maybe I should do that shit so..Jay can get paid

Chorus(x2)

Are your kids so terrible you gotta beat on them too you drunk mutha fucka?!?!

(Rebel Flag)In your schools
(Rebel Flag)In your parks
(Rebel Flag)In your courtrooms
(Rebel Flag)In your hearts
(Rebel Flag)Stood for slavery
(Rebel Flag)Stood for war
(Rebel Flag)Stood for hatred
But just go ahead and Hang your flag up some more

Dont worry about my god damn flag boy, whats terrible is you damn rappers cursin'

The country we live in was built by slaves
Beat on and murdered, and stuffed in their graves
We put a slave owner on the one dollar bill
And you wanna know why I kill people?!?!
Bombs are blowing up, cops are corrupt
And all you care about is who the president fucked?!
You dont know terrible, but you will
AS SOON AS OUR WAGONS COME OVER THE HILL!!!

Chorus(x2)

You dont even know what the fuck is in store for that bitch ass of yours
Let me get a look at that bitch ass of yours
There it is! It looks like a bitches ass you bitch ass mutha fucka!!!

Chorus(x4)

welcome to the dark carnival.
violent j
shaggy 2 dope
the insane clown posse
will live forever...
(live forever) join us
(live forever) follow me
(live forever) carnival awaits us
(live forever) take my hand
(live forever) take my hand
(live forever) shangri la
(live forever) live forever
(live forever)
here go another clown song, freaky and weird
i'm still preachin -- i'm like noah without the beard
i'm tryin a spread the facts that i know fo sho
yet many don't believe in our carnival freak show
it's alright, tho, there's enough who do
and only time will tell if our stories are true
but for everybody here, i can promise you this --
you'll never hear us laugh about the typical bullshit
livin - all the money they got
all the ice they wear and all the people they shot
all the freaks they pull and all the cars they drive --
only we'd rap about fuckin a beehive!
you wanna keep it real? walk out your door
that's as real as it gets from the sky to the floor
but the dark carnival will take your soul away,
and give you mystical adventure in a magical way
i live for the carnival
i'd die for the carnival
i pray for the carnival
please take me away (take me away)
i live for the carnival
i'd die for the carnival
i pray for the carnival
come and take me away (take me away)
funhouse, freakshows, the murder go round
fuck how you're lookin, painted up like a clown
loosen up, let it go, you ain't gotta be tense
faygo flyin everywhere. fuck makin sense!
and that's the beauty of it -- look backstage
and another group out here on the same page
run with everybody or walk with our crew,
stand on the moon, face the world, and say fuck you!
i ain't sittin up, playin that star biz
put me in the crowd where my juggalos is
treat me special, i'm a leave your lip draggin
we in this together, waitin on the same wagon
let em laugh now, let em laugh for years --
we'll see who's laughin in the house of mirrors.
cause that's where i'm goin, and if you're not,
pull that other shit and hear about the ends they got
i live for the carnival
i'd die for the carnival
i pray for the carnival
please take me away (take me away)
i live for the carnival
i'd die for the carnival
i pray for the carnival
please take me away (take me away)
(live forever)take my hand
(forever..... live forever)
come take a journey through heaven and hell
see what we have to promise you, the story i tell
walk hand in hand with the devil and god
let em pull you in half -- pergatory is odd.
fuck newspapers, fuck magazines
fuck a&rs and your ball-huggin jeans
fuck anybody tryin ta change our ways
as long a six joker cards got somethin to say
i speak for the crazy, i speak for scrubs
i speak for the thugs pissin in your hot tubs
i speak for the people that you always say don't know how to act --
we like em just like that!
fuck your grammies, fuck your music awards
i'll strangle your host with his microphone cord
fuck anybody that ain't down with the clown
from now until milleniums after, i'm dead in the ground
i live for the carnival
i'd die for the carnival
i pray for the carnival
come and take me away (take me away)
i live for the carnival
i'd die for the carnival
i pray for the carnival
please take me away (take me away)
i live for the carnival
i'd die for the carnival
i pray for the carnival
come and take me away (take me away)
i live for the carnival
i'd die for the carnival
i pray for the carnival
please take me away (take me away)

Aloha hoes its big joe on the intro
My dick in your mouth its that simple
Im violent j with a gang of dick
For you and them rabbits you hangin with
My clown paint glows in the dark dont be scared
If somthin starts ticklin your ass its my beard
Im freaky you need to be slobbing me down and swalloing me up
China man follow me up

Rippin hoes from state to state
Dick in her mouth nuts on her face
Daddy long stroke tryed to kill her tonsils
Cause i love the way she choked on my johnson
Suck this dick like you do a slurpee and the sounds you make make me more horny
So swallow this nut cause you love the taste and if you dont it will be on your face

Shes sexy (sexy)
Dont spit it out
She cought it (cought it)
Keep it in your mouth
All in her face
Make a real juggalo wanna say his grace
Shes sexy (sexy)
Dont spit it out
She cought it (cought it)
Keep it in your mouth
All in her face
Make a real juggalo wanna say his grace

we all sweaty if you love to suck dick
Take it in the face bitch let me bust this
To many bitches act like they dont suck
Then become a rider when they taste that nut
Dont get it twisted tho in order to hit it and get it you gotta be a gifted ho
Some head is worth paying for aint me you gotta love to do and do it for free for real

Heres a story about juggalo randy
He met a chick licked the dick like candy
Now hes hooked and hes buying her gold
She whipped his ass like pussy control
When you lick the dicks your done for good
Fuckin triflin hoes straight outta the hood
Now you stuck with a 7 day itch screamin bitches aint shit but hoes and tricks

Shes sexy (sexy)
Dont spit it out
She cought it (cought it)
Keep it in your mouth
All in her face
Make a real juggalo wanna say his grace
Shes sexy (sexy)
Dont spit it out
She cought it (cought it)
Keep it in your mouth
All in her face
Make a real juggalo wanna say his grace

What you gonna do when the dick is on raw
You gonna suck it or fuck or leave it alone
Im a raw ass dude with a gang of blades
Hope your mouth dont have a condition of razeblades
Or imma fuckin leave ya bitch dont see ya
Cause bitch i dont need ya
Please i dont wanna say all the drama
How you swallowed my dick like Jeffry Dahmer

Hey ladys! fuck off and lick nuts
Shaggy 2 fresh got some meat for these sluts
I see you likein that thong all up in your ass crack
Makein me think you want some dick were thats at
I shoot hoops with my two balls your nedens the basket (Slam Dunk!)
Hoes just call me fantastic
Dick stretchin your lips like elastic
Now swallow that shit like a freaky fast bastard

Shes sexy (sexy)
Dont spit it out
She cought it (cought it)
Keep it in your mouth
All in her face
Make a real juggalo wanna say his grace
Shes sexy (sexy)
Dont spit it out
She cought it (cought it)
Keep it in your mouth
All in her face
Make a real juggalo wanna say his grace

You were fuckin penny pencha id never give a incha
Short arms and deep pockets be sure to lock it real special
You wont go drivein through our neighborhood your fuckin
STAAAAAAAAALE!!!
Your women wait on you to sleep then sneak out on a creep and come back home and kiss you
Leave some nut on your cheek because that bitch a freek but you just fake like you asleep your fuckin
STAAAAAAAAALE!!!
This mother fucker got a chicken neck fool aint never earned a check
We took a watch off a deadman after a car wreck and scam and live your life as weak as you can your fuckin
STAAAAAAAAALE!!!
Bitch you got a big fuckin ass titties flashin like strobe lights
You bitches know we gotta go but you aint fuckin tonight you aint right i think i know whats wrong with you boo your fuckin
STAAAAAAAAALE!!!

Jump back off me
Get your stale ass off me
Jump back off me
Back your stale ass off me
Im fresh im fresh
So fresh so fresh
So fresh because i wont have stress
No stress
Jump back off me
Get your stale ass off me
Jump back off me
Back your stale ass off me
Im fresh im fresh
So fresh so fresh
And i dont need that staleness bitch ass!

We swing both ways and still swear thats your pimp hand
Plus your thirty somthin or other supported by your motha
Fuckin chickies without a rubber your fuckin
STAAAAAAAAALE!!!
These rappers spittin wicked shit with panties on under there jeans
Actin like there topgun but run when i pop one
You get a bullet in your smile disrespectin our style your fuckin
STAAAAAAAAALE!!!
Tou can use this as if you legit but to me your just ass talkin poop and shit
You know you should quit before we boot you lip your fuckin
STAAAAAAAAALE!!!
You say you seen bigfoot in your backyard you need to get smacked hard
Your stalkin a fat lard your windows and doors bared
You covered up the tattoo head of a jokers card you fuckin
STAAAAAAAAALE!!!

Jump back off me
Get your stale ass off me
Jump back off me
Back your stale ass off me
Im fresh im fresh
So fresh so fresh
So fresh because i wont have stress
No stress
Jump back off me
Get your stale ass off me
Jump back off me
Back your stale ass off me
Im fresh im fresh
So fresh so fresh
And i dont need that staleness bitch ass!

Voodoo, runnin' from my magic

Brain insane, suga wooga pie
Southwest voodoo's in the haugh!
Wicked voodoo, dope dark killer
Magic, dark magic

Met this kid named Louie Lou
He thought he could fuck with this voodoo
So I turned his head into a lima bean
And then flicked it off his shoulders

From Mookan House to Shangri-La
Egyptian Pharaoh, coompata
Follow me, and join us as we pray
To the seventeen moons of Coonga Del Ray

Walked in the lunchroom chantin' spells
With bamboo bitches and voodoo bells
Got my own food, who wants some?
I got possum nipples and raccoon tongue

A non-believer once started to laugh
So I launched a fireball up his punk-ass
Then everybody heard him squeal
"This voodoo shit's for real!"
It just takes...

A head from a newt, a wing from a bat
A tongue from a snake, a tail from a rat
A neck from a chicken, an eye from a crow
And a little itty bitty little drip of Faygo

Brain insane, suga wooga pie
Southwest voodoo's in the haugh!
Wicked voodoo, dope dark killer
Magic, dark magic

Brain insane, suga wooga pie
Southwest voodoo's in the haugh!
Wicked voodoo, dope dark killer
Magic, dark magic

Crypt on Verner on a windy night
You see voodoo scribblings in the moonlight
Painted all on the city street
It's the ancient craft of gang bangin
Hey! J! What's in the bag?

A shrunken head, and shriveled scrotum sac
Why? Ya think voodoo's fake?
Come to the graveyard, I'll make the dead wake

"Raise, raise, shooga-boom ba.
Sleep no longer, raise, quick
Raise, raise, shooga-boom ba,
Leave us alone, you fuckin' punk bitch!"

Well, fuck it, I ain't that good yet
But one day you can bet I'm a freak
We'll make the whole world dance with the dead
And just like my homey said
It only takes...

A head from a newt, a wing from a bat
A tongue from a snake, a tail from a rat
A neck from a chicken, an eye from a crow
And a little itty bitty little drip of Faygo

Brain insane, suga wooga pie
Southwest voodoo's in the haugh!
Wicked voodoo, dope dark killer
Magic, dark magic

Brain insane, suga wooga pie
Southwest voodoo's in the haugh!
Wicked voodoo, dope dark killer
Magic, dark magic

Voodoo running from my magic
Voodoo running from my magic
Voodoo running from my magic
I'll make a voodoo doll out of ya and flick your nuts

A head from a newt, a wing from a bat
A tongue from a snake, a tail from a rat
A neck from a chicken, an eye from a crow
And a little itty bitty little driiiipppppppp...

A head from a newt, a wing from a bat
A tongue from a snake, a tail from a rat
A neck from a chicken, an eye from a crow
And a little itty bitty little drip of Faygo!!!!

Brain insane, suga wooga pie
Southwest voodoo's in the haugh!
Wicked voodoo, dope dark killer
Magic, dark magic

Brain insane, suga wooga pie
Southwest voodoo's in the haugh!
Wicked voodoo, dope dark killer
Magic, dark magic

Ahhh, make way for the lunatic
I wanna stop, I try but I can't quit
I want necks 2 or 3 maybe more
To squeeze again, and again, and squeeze some more
I came up, walkin down Boulavard
Then this girl, she makes my nutsack hard
I don't know, what about my mental state
They might find a bitch dead, theres nothin else that I hate less
Hey man jump in, toots, hungary? Well I got some, nuts
Oh shit, she's runnin on my wang
Then somethin goes, snap, bang
Eh bitch, ha ha, die
Her neck long, skinny like a french frie
So I twist, turn, tangle then I strangle
Cuz I'm the Southwest Strangla

I want necks, long, tall, skinny
Any ol' necks at all, if any Jenny, Linny, Sidney, Sue
I want, necks, so I go to the zoo
I choke a Pelican, I did it right
I choke an Ostrich, long ass neck
But I'd rather be killen at the prom
I pick up my date, I get to meet her mom
Hello Miss I hurry home quick
All I wanna do is choke her neck a bit
Worry not, I bring the corpse back
I just wanna hear a neck bone snap
Why me? Hey I'm sweatin Comosion, dillusion, confusion, psycho
All I wanna do is kiss you good-bye
Before I mangle ya
Cuz I'm the Southwest Strangla

I got the southside scared, cuz I'm weird
I was a freak in the 2nd grade I had a beard
I sit alone in the back of the art class
And draw necks with a big red dash
I never thought I'd be a lunatic
A descrase, a droped out mental case
I quit school, but I never left the hall
I grab kids and drag 'em in between a wall
Hear 'em scream, echo through the gym class
You hear me chokin bitches up in the wind shaft
They call me, The Ghost of the Bad Lands
But I'm really just a killa, with big hands
Allow me to squeeze your neck dear
Until your brains pop dead out your fucken ear
Burry them in my back yard With a twisted spine broken bones

...Cuz I'm the Strangla

Silence of the hams squeal pigs
Split they wigs
Mr. bigs
This is gonna flip they lids
Screw you f**king bitch

Now me tell you something about my side of town
Pork chops get sauteed so they don't f**k around
You have the right to remain silent
I plead the 4 5th flip the script on the bitch and get violent

And we high on Mary Jane enphadamies
Cutting they ears off ten year sergeant veterans
I'm like a young pig skinna from the H.O.K.
Ain't no way we ain't gonna spray away
4 Killas and a Lapro? Ham
We staying ice out like the abdominal snowman
Ain't no man no ham no goddamn coppa gonna drop me
I'll pop em with the heart stopper

Silence of the hams is what I burst
But first
Let me tell you what's worst
October 31st
Bloody Halloweens
Screams and police sirens
Rapid firing my auto mattic pistol
I pop Chris
And I pop crystals
Shootin' off my missiles at police cars
Right out side your local tittie bars
These wicked stars

It's the silence of the hams and you lookin' hammy (uh-oh)
Sawed off pistol grip and I glock click bammy (pow)
Oooooh ride with me and drop a coppa (bacon bits) (oh ya)
Brake out with the trumpet service something proper proper

So silence of the hams
Clint East I smell your cut
Lets talk about it over a watermelon blunt
Hannibal cannibal ate a cop for lunch
And chewed on his badge like some captain crunch
APB out on the juggalo
ICP and 3 insane search through the 313
You can't protect or serve me
Matter of fact ,you work for me


You fired faggot, F**K THAT!

Me and D and T and E and Shaggy 2 Dope
Rear rear f**k that buck pat dun dun dun dun
Psychopathic hatchets swinging catching a flinging bloody bacon
Body dropping bitches singing preacher preaching f**kin faking
Booty heavy bitches waiting back at my house
I be anticipatin' putting dick in they mouth
Ain't no f**kin cop about to raid on my parade
When I been dreaming about killing a cop from 2nd grade

P-o-l-i-c-e me,
homi-c-i-d-e
You don't wanna see me
Red and blue lights talking on the CB
Luitenant and a rookie
Damn I gotta cookie
All through my shit they wanna take a extra lookie
Probably wanna book me
Off to jail they took me
I know I'm looking at alot of time without some nookie
ehehehehehh

It's the silence of the hams and you lookin' hammy (uh-oh)
Sawed off pistol grip and I glock click bammy (pow)
Oooooh ride with me and drop a coppa (bacon bits) (oh ya)
Brake out with the trumpet service something proper proper

Boom boom boom (Switch)
Boom "Who the f**k is that?" It's E & J, Bitch
I don't give a f**k if you rap you gets no love
You can wrap your lips around my dick and suck faggot, what?
We getting wicked hallowicked when we kick it
Bring the pickit sign
Wicked rhyme d-time
It's raining diamonds
The sixth joker's card is in your front yard
Bitch don't be sccccured

It's the silence of the hams and you lookin' hammy (Cop killaz, police killaz)
Sawed off pistol grip and I glock click bammy (pow) (muthaf**ka don't test me)
Oooooh ride with me and drop a coppa (bacon bits) (oh ya)
Brake out with the trumpet service something proper proper (Insane Clown Posse and Esham)

Me and J SV what? ICP
OGin' ICP and. You know it

[intro]
Let me in this bitch. Let me get some change shit. Man fuck this dress code bitch. i can dance
muthafucka. i can daaannncccee.

[verse 1]
i'm on crack, Walkin alleyways downtown, people drop change so i'm checkin the ground behind a
nightclub, i can hear the bump outside i hear em' laughin' and drinkin' and dancin' getin' live and
i'm lonely, graspin' on my 55 cent, i don't know where my meds went, they been spent and i'm bent, i
don't remember yesterday at all, i'm barkin at the moon as i'm pissin' on the wall, people grippin'
new cars checkin' out a few bars, they see me comin' side step a few yards i'm like a bad man, holdin'
out my crusty ass hands scouldin' an imaginary friend scary and i'm blackin' out just about to lose
all hope, i was peerin through the window of a nightclub scopin', and there she was everything i
planned for on the spotlight on the dance floor gravitatin'

[chorus]
She kept her rythum her feet to the floor she dipped down she did the twirl and she shook it some
more she's ruby. She made me happy i tried to refrain I walk off but then i run right back i'm at it
again she's callin'

[verse 2]
I ran a few blocks away and broke a bottle, carjacked a mini-van and punched full throttle right back
to the spot then i waited to get her, but when she came out, she had a bitch-boy wit' her no problem,
hit the pipe and follow em' home and my imaginary freind gone have to leave me alone cause this really
goin' down i feel it pullin me down knowin i'm a wicked clown i gotta throw it down, she pulled in her
and her fuck ass strolled in, i hit the pipe again and hop out the stolen, jumpin through back yards
clumsey and trippin', it don't matter when ya goal is a throat slintin', and the way she danced
split flames burnin me alive out here quit playin games i'm on the side of her house lookin in through
the back den and there she was with him again dancin'

[chorus x1]

[verse 3]
I walk right in through the front door unlocked, no gun cocked, cinder block, clown paint, i came
here to dance boogy, umph ahhh, and maybe tap a little nookie, i'm creepin music bumpin in the back,
i'm down the hallway hidin' behind the coat rack, and here come the punk bout to get champaighned, i
take the rock and pop em' with the damn thang, hit em' in the back of the head, he dropped the wine
but i caught it in time i had to take his life with a steak knife, i washed it off and put it back
i'm keepin' the place nice i'm comin bitch you want an olive or somethin' i'm fuckin' straight out the
streets but i'm down with some frontin' i wanna tango, but instead i'm still outside the club and it's all in my head.

[chorus x1]

[intro]
Rolin' over, Hell muthafuckin' yeah bitch. Hatchet chop straight to your muthafuckin' face. Rollin'
over. I look up ther's still so far to go? Wicked clowns got that real shit. What up dawg.

[verse 1]
I come floatin' in this bitch with some wings like a pegesies,
got a shiny ass V on my cheast wut up?
i'm Violent j the clown, I'm goofy for a second,
but when your bitch headless i'm on top of her necket.
Yo know my status, I'm juggalatis, and we the baddest here to sever your melon
it's wicked
shit that we sellin' we off the track
now give your bitch ass a bitch slap
now nobody never steppin down we bout to enter second round.
Running backwards on the walls shaggy 2 dope in this muthafucka.
You talkin through your but cause silence is for suckers.
So i'm out there throughout the year
i'm right here don't stare like a bitch bitch buy me a beer
nobody wicked like me i do this terrifically
and my mutahfuckin pimp slap will knock down a tree so clown love bitch,
I seen it tatted on tittes we
forever on tour clown love in your city.

[Chorus 1]
Rollin' over, i look up there's still so far to go, so much time, Rollin over, I look up there's
still so far to go, it's yo time, Rollin over, I look up there's still so far to go, so much time,
Rollin' over, I look up there's still so far to go, it's yo time for your mind.

[Verse 2]
I got three body's stuffed in my trunk
i'm blowin' red lights and bet i'm blowin' heads off before
i'm read any rights baby i'm outlaw.
painted up and packin the bombs I stomp preps in the streets
and sound fire alarms bitch run for your life
we keep it wicked and scary, and we welcome to our world
anything that you bury i throw meteors and fire balls through brick walls and got a thre foot dick for
all your chick jaws. Walkin' through the slums bout' to strangle someone, maybe it's accustom gotta
get it done, I live like that spirits haunting me like that,
i'm lost in the ougi board ain't never
comin back. ou, ou

Ladies and gentlemen
Welcome to your death
Now let's see where you're headed
Turn the crank
And experience was in store for you
Deep with the mighty Riddlebox (riddlebox echo 3x)

The joke's on you, hehe, riddlebox
Hahahahahahahahahaha

Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked clowns
Hey, I'm Violent J
And I'm here
Well, I'm here to kick your ass
We the wicked juggalos
We juggle those who live like hoes who chose
The express route, one way
Straight down the spiral twist
To the Riddlebox

The joke's on you, hehe, riddlebox
Hahahahahahahahahaha

Hey, what's up, motherfucker
This is Shaggs 2 Dope
Congratulating you on opening the box
The Riddlebox
It looks like you received your prize
The cost, what it cost
Was your ass, bitchboy!
Hahahahah!

The joke's on you, hehe, riddlebox
Hahahahahahahahahaha

Tell me, sir, what can you do?
It looks like the joke's on you

Come 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 bone
Turn the crank and let's find out
Come on down, mister
You don't have anything to be scared of
Do you, sir?
So what's gonna pop up out
Of the mighty Riddlebox
Spin the crank and let's find out
What'd you say!? Step right up, who's first?
Who's brave enough to step into
Their new eternal destiny
Surely someone must be confident
That there life wasn't totally evil

Step right up and seal your fate...

Jiggle my mutha fucken balls bitch
Insane Clown Posse back in this mutha fucka
Hey yo Violent J, whats up?
It's Christmas, time for a sadah
Maybe your wife, maybe your daughter
It's midnight, I land my sleigh
Make way for jolly St. J
Climb down the chimney, for the murder
Dressed as the fat man everyone's heard of
Shimmy down, shimmy down, what the fuck?
Somebody help me, I'm stuck
Now what to do?
I feel whack I got stuck in a chimney stack
But I hack
And shimmer on down Santa Claus Clown
Can't fuck around, now Livingroom, shhh, I creep
Tiptoe's cuz they asleep
I pulled out the ax and slid down the hall
I got a gift for all of ya'll
What's that? I better hide quick
Oh fuck, it's the real St. Nick
And he musta been taken a shit
But regardless, I better move quick, now
So I jumped him, Santa's no joke
Fucked around got my damn neck broke
He strap, shot, he didn't miss (Gunshots and ho ho ho)

"I'm dreaming of a dead Christmas,
the kind you'll never have again,
cuz if you have a dead Christmas,
that means you're dead and that's the end"
Have a merry Christmas you fuckin chump,
Seasons greatings loser, Yo 2 Dope kick it!

Jack Frost nibbles, ha, but fuck that
I aint got a home so he nibbles on my nutsack
And my buttcrack, toes, and elbows
My nutz is froze
Fuck you hoes
So I made a friend like me, a snow man
He was down with the clown like a blow man
Had a hat and eyes outta charcoal
And a pipe, we fill it with endo
Me and him sang songs in the snowflakes
He ate snowballs, I ate cornflakes
And we both would freeze our ballz off
I was there every time his head fallz off
I put it back on for him with a smile
He was my boy, made from a snow pile
Then the storm came, a blizzard
Snow, wind, ice, a blizzard
We pulled through we hid in an alley
The next day it was like sunny valley
He was meltin I was just fine
He got pissed and pulled out a nine
"If I'm gonna die you should come with me Cuz we boyz" (gunshot) It hit me
Damn I'm dyin, I'm dead he got his wish
And all I got was another red Christmas

"Silent night, Violent fight
Now I'm dead
One to the head
Christmas this year seemed so whack"

Happy New Year bitch boy I got a new Years resolution
For your chicken ass mutha to kiss my mutha fucken ass, Woo! Jingle Bellz, Jingle Bellz jingle all the way
Pass your fucken mom up if the ICP don't play,
hey Wicked Clowns, Wicked Clowns
bitches drop your drawers
Don't talk back just suck my sack and fiddle with my ballz

Yeah, ICP, Southwest for life,
Christmas time know what I'm sayin,
Mr. Chris Cringle, you fat bitch, mutha fucka never came,
shit, I'm a slap your across your red ass face mutha fucka, ugh
Southwest down
On the 12th day of Christmas my true love gave to me
12 dead chicken boys
11 stinking bitches
10 bigot's dying
9 mothers bitching
8 crackhead babies
7 redneck hoes
6 rotting bodies
5 cases of FAYGO, hey!
4 neden holes
3 fat stanks
2 splatterd dogs And
1 dead Governor E

Occasionally, the overwhelming temptation to reach
the pinnacle of the pop music genre, will reduce even
the most deplorable examples of the underground music scene
to attempt to change their so-called artistic endeavours, in a
vain attempt to appeal to the public at large.
Behold, the metamorphisis:

Uh, fuck platinum, platinum just ain't enough
We need more money, more houses and cars and stuff
I'm sick of juggalos, I want them other hoes
I want them shitty hoes, you get with radio and videos
We'll do whatever it takes to get some air play
We'll make that bounce shit, triple our sales and pay
Yeah, come on Shaggy. What? Follow my lead. Let's go.
It's time we change our shit up to get what we need. Come on.

Uh, radio play!
Yo! Yo! Come on and ride me, ride me,
Pull! Pull!! Come on and hide me, hide me,
Cat black(?) I'm gonna grow(?) one, gold one,
Club Cat(?) You want them old ones, old ones,
Black, black, ???
Love me, I'm on the radio, radio,
Cut, cut, We gonna throw it away, throw it away,
Give up, Give us the radio play, radio play,

What? Hey! What? What? What? Hey! What? What? What? Hey!
What? Hey! What? What? What? Hey! What? What? What? Hey!

???

The pathetic attempts never cease.
The moronic musical onslaught contiues to insult
the intelligence of the savvy consumer.
How much more can an audience be asked to endure?

Didn't work, ah fuck, what happened?
They always told us that we sucked at rapping
Well I don't know how to play a guitar
I'll play the skin flute to be a radio star
I'm sick of keeping it real, and underground
I want the ten millions fans sellout radio flavor sound
Even though we'll be played next summer
Show me a radio dick, and I'll show you a hummer
Here we go, oh my god

Joey fell in love with a college girl
She had a backpack and a pony tail
She said her name was Lisa but I do not know,
She drinks disco lemonade and cherry jello
I can put my Buddy Holly glasses on
I can even sing one of these faggot songs
I can wear checkered pants and never smile
Whatever's cool for your radio dial
Toby fell in love with a college...

The borish, bumbling buffoons are baffled in their journey
through the music business. Each sonnet is more ridiculous
than the last. Their strides towards musical success are
little more than a stumble into complete failure.

That was bullshit. What the fuck? You think of something!
I'm sitting here trying to write hits, your doing nothing
You wrote the crump shit, but did it work? No.
It flopped on its ass. At least I tried though.
Alright, ain't no need to be fighting with each other
We need to start talking about relationships and lovers. Why?
Can you sing? No. Niether can I.
If we're gonna be radio stars, we atleast gotta try.

Remix, uh, remix, Clownboy, uh, feel me,
touch me, Clownboy, remix, uh
Girl, I gotta let you know, on radio
I wanna lick you from head to toe
Girl, your perfume, it's smelling so sweet
I wanna make love, between the sheets
Girl, play my song, when I'm on the phone long
I'm a radio man, and I know that I can't sing, yes I can
Give me one more chance, and I'll make you dance
Girl, we make radio songs, for radio fans, we can't go wrong (4x)
Girl, so you fucked my boy, I don't give a fuck

After years of endless attempts, ICP received almost no radio play. Finally,
the two dim witted idiots
decided to stay with the wicked shit for life.

Why, everytime I reach for the sky I can only reach so high, why
Why, everytime I headbutt a brickwall I always crack my skull, why
Why, everytime I stab somebody, I always get my clothes bloody, why
Why, everytime I drive down the wrong side of the street, everyone wanna beep,
Why, everytime I'm broke and I sell rock I wind up in a cell block, why
Why, everytime I shoot somebody in the face, pigs give chase, why
Why, everytime I drink a little gasoline, I shit my spleen, why
Why, when I try to fly like a birdy, I wind up on a gurney, dead, tell me why

(Chorus 2x)
Won't you tell me why
Someone tell me why
Jesus tell me why
I must find out why

Why, everytime I swallow a flathead nail, my neck feels stale, why
Why, everytime I contact dark spirits, they wanna break my mirrors, why
Why, everytime I choke a friend's neck, he don't come back, why
Why, everytime I stab my eyes with an icepick, I cant see shit, why
Why, everytime I play chicken with a train, it wins the game, why
Why, everytime I wake the dead up, they try to eat my head up, why
Why, everytime I see my reflection, I see no direction, why
Why, everytime I order a taco, you want a bite muthafucko, tell me why

(Chorus 2x)
Won't you tell me why
Someone tell me why
Jesus tell me why
I must find out why

Why, everytime I raise my arms in celebration, playerhation, why
Why, just cause I'm dead, decayed and passed you give me no ass, why
Why, everytime I chew on thumbtacks, I get blood on my snacks, why
Why, everytime I kick Faygos in the sky, you wanna know why, why
Why, everytime an angel wanna kiss me, it always seems to miss me, why
Why, why does Shangri-La seem so far away, you better leave to day, and no matter why

(Chorus repeat until end)
Won't you tell me why
Someone tell me why
Jesus tell me why
I must find out why

Why, everytime I reach for the sky I can only reach so high, why
Why, everytime I headbutt a brickwall I always crack my skull, why
Why, everytime I stab somebody, I always get my clothes bloody, why
Why, everytime I drive down the wrong side of the street, everyone wanna beep,
Why, everytime I'm broke and I sell rock I wind up in a cell block, why
Why, everytime I shoot somebody in the face, pigs give chase, why
Why, everytime I drink a little gasoline, I shit my spleen, why
Why, when I try to fly like a birdy, I wind up on a gurney, dead, tell me why

(Chorus 2x)
Won't you tell me why
Someone tell me why
Jesus tell me why
I must find out why

Why, everytime I swallow a flathead nail, my neck feels stale, why
Why, everytime I contact dark spirits, they wanna break my mirrors, why
Why, everytime I choke a friend's neck, he don't come back, why
Why, everytime I stab my eyes with an icepick, I cant see shit, why
Why, everytime I play chicken with a train, it wins the game, why
Why, everytime I wake the dead up, they try to eat my head up, why
Why, everytime I see my reflection, I see no direction, why
Why, everytime I order a taco, you want a bite muthafucko, tell me why

(Chorus 2x)
Won't you tell me why
Someone tell me why
Jesus tell me why
I must find out why

Why, everytime I raise my arms in celebration, playerhation, why
Why, just cause I'm dead, decayed and passed you give me no ass, why
Why, everytime I chew on thumbtacks, I get blood on my snacks, why
Why, everytime I kick Faygos in the sky, you wanna know why, why
Why, everytime an angel wanna kiss me, it always seems to miss me, why
Why, why does Shangri-La seem so far away, you better leave to day, and no matter why

(Chorus repeat until end)
Won't you tell me why
Someone tell me why
Jesus tell me why
I must find out why

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Hey money got a big-ass head,
Folded like a, like a stop sign,
Fuck dawg, hey,
We gotta go get that motherfuckin ball a brains,
You know what I'm sayin? Fuck that!

What? You wanna make a song about death?
Squeezin on a neck until it's all outta breath?
You wanna hear me rap about being the hardest?
Well fuck that!!

From now on I'm an artist,
I carve pumpkins, chop chewy,
Slice, swing twice, stab screwy, ooey,
Chewy, dewy, gooey, slop,
It all starts with a quick chop, drop,
Pumpkin rolls on the floor,
Almost out the front door (oh we can't have that!),
Cut along the hair line (bowl cut!),
Hold the pumpkin between your legs and lift up,
Boing! Brains! Snippity snip all the veins,
Snip, cut,

What? What the matter?
You don't wanna do it?
Well fuck it then screw it,
You'll never be a Pumpkin Carver

Pumpkin Carvers, That be the hobby,
So-Cal, Motown collectin bodies,
Twiztid, Clowns, and the Kottonmouth Kings,
Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween,

Pumpkin Carvers, That be the hobby,
So-Cal, Motown collectin bodies,
Twiztid, Clowns, and the Kottonmouth Kings,
Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween,

What? You don't like this rhyme?
I can't be on point all the time,
Fuck! It's Halloween,
I gotta make a living somehow,
I'm a professional pumpkin sculptor ,
Alright motherfucka?!

Now!

First, hollow the container,
Scrape that bitch with a hanger,
Whatever, just get something,
Just get the motherfucker all hollowed out,
Like you could fill it up with lemonade,
And pour it out the mouth if ya wanted to,

Never leave the eyes in tact..

They'll turn all blue and puff out and shit,

Wack...

Always remove 'em but keep 'em handy,
Cause they taste like candy,

Hahahaha, Psyche!
I'm only playin,

Ok now get the scalpel,
Slowly cut around the mouth, Be careful!!
What the fuck?! We needed the lip!!

Here let me give you a little tip,
Slow The Fuck Down!!!

Pumpkin Carvers, That be the hobby,
So-Cal, Motown collectin bodies,
Twiztid, Clowns, and the Kottonmouth Kings,
Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween,

Pumpkin Carvers, That be the hobby,
So-Cal, Motown collectin bodies,
Twiztid, Clowns, and the Kottonmouth Kings,
Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween,

TWIZTID!!

Take a closer look, you scary motherfuckers,
Doesn't my Jack-O-Lantern look like your little brother?

Neck nuggets start to fling, terrors what we bring,
Twiztid, ICP, and the Kottonmouth Kings

Pumpkins are for bitches, I like my shit instead,
Cuz every devil's night we carvin somebody else's head,

When my meat cleaver chops,
Heads fall to the floor,
Fuck buying pumpkins at the grocery store!!

Yeah, Yeah, Alright,
You done flexed some skills on the mic,
This is my motherfuckin little song here right?

Right.

Let's get back to the subject,
Now hold steady, steady, steady, Ready?

Insert the blade along the outer eyelid,
Very slowly,

I don't wanna look!!!

Oh, You did,
Ok Gently count 25 spec meter outer diameters,

HUH?!

A Square!

I know it's hard,
You'd probably rather just stab and chop,
But you'll end up with a pile of slop,
I've done it before,
And them ain't, them ain't pumpkin seeds,
Those are fragments of skull!!

Oh..!

Crunchy!

Hey! Nevermind that! Get back to work!
Eating on the fuckin job you'll never be an expert!
What you wanna be a mailman, a plumber, or a barber!?
Or do you wanna be like your Uncle Violent J?
A Pumpkin Carver?!

Pumpkin Carvers, That be the hobby,
So-Cal, Motown collectin bodies,
Twiztid, Clowns, and the Kottonmouth Kings,
Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween,

Pumpkin Carvers, That be the hobby,
So-Cal, Motown collectin bodies,
Twiztid, Clowns, and the Kottonmouth Kings,
Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween,

Make this Motherfuckers sing fool!

Kick 'em in the spleen!
Happy Halloween,
I be burnin Cali,
Southern voters I always bring,

Pletto from the Ghetto,
Dumping Bodies in the Meadow,
When it comes to carvin bitch,
I'm shaper than Gipetto,
I'm lovin that Stiletto,

Ask your trick or fuckin treaters, More than Thirty,
Why I beat and greet the homies with the Chiba,

Ariba!

Ariba I was born in this October,
Now come press rewind Motherfuckin flows OVER!!