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1. _ Wax Museum
Greetings. Welcome to the gypsy of fortunes Your coin was very much appreciated And now I shall grant you your future It seems my cards of tarot have dealt you a very odd hand A hand of six jokers card, this is very rare And suggest something neusant is approaching You should be visited by a dark circus A circus that holds pain and anguish This travelling mass of evil will leave you corpse to rot While entrapping your soul to displayed at future stops Oh yes, you should also be aware that it is your own evil doings That have brought about this carnival's visit All of the sins and hatred you have cast during your life Have whipped and spun into form, the form of one One who leads this gruesome parade of pain into your life One sinister beast, one known only as RINGMASTER Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the museum, the wax museum Thousands of dead souls covered in wax All of the rare exhibits you are about to encounter Are strange and wonderous creations of the one and the only Leader of them all So both dead and undead please welcome the R-r-r-ringmaster "Purpose, question, kill" The ICP is of the Ringmaster And the Ringmaster's of the attutes of mankind G-ya, motherfucker, now you gotta face your worst enemy And that's yourself Every wicked thing you've ever done Has come back now And it's gonna whip your little ass, bitchboy Us, we're just clowns We just work for the Ringmaster With the wave of his magic wand I step forward, wind back And swing this battle axe Upside your motherfucking head Hoooo!!! So step right up cause the R-r-r-ringmaster Takes you on the ride of your life Horror and fear, smiles and tears And oh everso over do The Ringmaster rises up and lifts across the sky Through the forest and down the river Along the valley, over the hill And down the trail and up the sidewalk Only to surprise you and yours At your very front door Let's go, motherfuckers!!! more free lyrics |
2. _ Chicken Huntin
Well, I'm heading down a southern trail, I'm going chicken huntin' Chopping redneck chicken necks I ain't saying nothing To the hillbilly stuck my barrel in his eye Boomshacka boomshacka hair jumps in the sky Why I never liked chicken pot pie? Or the chopped chicken on rye? So tell Mr. Billy Bob I'm a cut his neck up Slice, poke, chop chop, stab, cut What can you do with the drunken hillbilly Cut his fucking eyes out and feed em to his Aunt Milly Willy Willy chicken neck, chicken hunting gotta love it Hit him with the twelve gauge bucket, chicken nuggets Laid out all over the grass Then his little hound dog will eat em up fast Last as long as you can my man Cuz when that chicken head hits the fan, you got Blood guts fingers and toes (3x) Sittin front row at the chicken show so... Who's going chicken huntin, we's goin' chicken huntin' (3x) Cut a motherfucking chicken up, right! Let me get a chicken sandwich with manwich I'm finna wreck on a chicken neck Chopping up Hilly and Billy Bob Billy Cuz I chop motherfucking redneck silly Peeked in his yard and what did I see I seen a chicken boy fucking a sheep I say "Mister Mister, what the fuck you trying to do" "a binny binny, binny boo" Barrels in your mouth, bullets to your head The back of your neck's all over the shed Boomshacka boom chop chop bang I'm 2 Dope and it ain't no thang To cut a chicken, trigger's clickin Blow off his head but his feet still kickin Last as long as you can my man Cuz when that chicken head hits the fan you got Blood guts fingers and toes (3x) Sittin front row at the chicken show so... Who's going chicken huntin, we's goin' chicken huntin' (3x) Cut a motherfucking chicken up, right! Went to Kentucky, I got lucky Met this hot-collared bitch named Bucky Riding on a chicken, milking a cow Hittin switches in a drop top low ride tractor plow Redneck fella, moonshine sella Hang him by his neckbones, chicken bones Locked in the cellar, yellow belly chicken plucker You redneck fucker! Who's going chicken huntin, we's goin' chicken huntin' (3x) Cut a motherfucking chicken up, right! more free lyrics |
3. _ The Dead One
"You tried to stop me, remember? You tried to deface your own creation But I stopped you Did it hurt, did you feel pain?" Guess it all began when the bullet finally struck And I walked away harmless, it must of been good luck Or maybe I'm dead, I'm sorry but you're dead Maybe I outta go anyway Strange things have happened since this day accord A can hear a cold whisper in my every word It's telling me I'm dead, I'm sorry but you're dead (no) Maybe I outta go anyway I'm feeling so stiff as I walk out the house My tongue's so dry, think it's rotting in my mouth Oh, tell me am I dead? I'm sorry but you're dead ("it hurts") Life goes on for some My boys all stare at me I wonder what they think They don't blink and my teeth keep popping out I stink Oh, tell me am I dead? I'm sorry but you're dead I don't wanna die, maybe I outta go if I'm dead My soul is so heavy that it draws me to the floor I can hear these demons knocking at my door They're laughing at the dead, I'm sorry but you're dead (no) I don't wanna die, if you're dead, you're dead I don't wanna die...you're dead, not yet now... I don't wanna die...maybe I outta go You're dead...I'm not goin' now... I don't wanna die, maybe I outta go Not yet now... I don't wanna die... I'm dead... I don't wanna die... you're dead not yet you're dead... not yet i speak YOU'RE DEAD, BITCH HAHAHAHAH!!!!!!! more free lyrics |
4. _ Wagon Wagon
If I'm gonna die I'm going out riding the wagon Hear it comes, the horrifying midnight wagon Saggin, laggin, dead bodies draggin On a piece of string, they flop around and fling Now shut your ass up and let the juggla sing It's the Insane Clown Posse coming threw Looking for hickies and the prickies and your ass too Everybody gets a ride on the ghost car Don't matter who you are, we going straight to hell And it ain't far, Mr. Nevers You seem to be the kill joy So get your ass in fat boy You can sit up in the front with the Ringmaster With the Ringading-dingalinga-ping-master And get your motherfucking wind pipe chopped off And your funky ass body gets dropped off In the gutter, the wheels keep rollin Throwin heads out the back, nugget bowlin from the... Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin Are you down with the clown with clown luv, ride the... Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin Every dead fuck in the city comes and rides the... Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin Nate the Mack, Jump Steady, and Rude Boy ride the... Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin Don't miss your chance The exhaust pipe is tripping out a deli fire I found an old dead corpse in the trunk next to the spare tire And it's muffling the sounds Throw the bitch out and now the floor pounds, yo Some say it's just a hearst, but it's much worse It's an old dark bucket with a clown curse Long, dark, very spooky scary I drink an old 40 bottle full of bloody mary, why Cuz I'm Violent J, sick in the nug-bone I make strange sounds, clowns with frowns Break it on down, break it up till the break of dawn Look out your window it's the wagon in your front lawn Ah, boom, aboockaboomba We do the dance of the death until you get in the car Then I pull your tongue out slap you in the face with it Say the joker did it in the... Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin Ladies and gents its your turn, come and ride the... Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin If you gotta minute why don't you stop and finna ride the... Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin I'm a dead body so you know I love riding in the... Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin Now, here's your chance We don't do drive-by's in the wagon Instead we just get out and stab your fuckin ass And there ain't no telling how many clowns inside Told you seventeen but I lied Cuz I'm wicked and I'm wild, wicked wild I caught wild deer, rode it home from Bel Isle I play the organ like an old mental case I can freak the cello, like Chris Conley on bass In the wagon, I throw fingers out the window And when you roll the window down you can smell Indo But it ain't mine, it belongs to a stiff over there Puffin on a Jim Square Heavy long, rumbling, tumbling Step into my ride and your ass goes stumbling Out the back with your neck in a rut Gotta get home before the sun comes up on my... Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin Come down, stand in line, everybody loves to ride the... Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin Your momma is a bitch and she swings on my nuts in the... Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin If you missed your bus, don't be afriad, come and ride the... Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin It's your last chance more free lyrics |
5. _ For the Maggots
One for the maggots, pumpkin's light Everytime his crew gets into a fight If I somehow get stomped and kicked I'm coming for your ass with an ice pick, prick One for the maggots, two for the bitch Three for the brick that smacks your lips Cuz you's a sneaky creepy ho So don't fuck around no more, yo One for the maggots, weak as pits Who sell out they boys for a bitch they just met And then try to come crawling back Bitch, you can juggle my nutsac, ho One for the maggots, punk, fuck you Trying to be like everybody that you ever knew Trying to be somebody that you not Bitch, that's how ya get shot And left for the maggots more free lyrics |
6. _ The Loons
"ring" "hello?" "neckcutta" "pardon?" "neckcutta" "who is this?" "neckcutta" "who do you wish to speak with?" "your neck" "what?" "neckcutta, neckcutta, neckcutta, neckcutta, neck...cutta" Little Miss Muffet, oh, she never had a clue Of the psychopathic wicked clown is finna do Creeping through the backyards underneath the moon Only three blocks away, the joker looney toon Listen to the loon, listen to the pain Listen to the one they call the Violent J Insane Watch me as I duck and I dash through the night I can see the shadows of the moon in my butcher knife Pretty little world has created this monster See me living with a dead body in a dumpster Laughing in your castle but I can't crush your moat But then I take a boat and cut your fucking throat So now I'm getting closer so I crawl under a house I'm waiting for the car to pass and then I crawl back out Another block down just a little ways to go... "Hello?" I'm the neck cutter and I'm three blocks away (3x) Violent Violent, Violent J I'm the neck cutter and I'm three blocks away (3x) J, J, Violent J I can hear the crickets and the creatures of the night You can hear me drag my foot and scrape my butcher knife I can hear the owl as it trims a wicked tune You can hear the loons, the loons, the loons Listen to the little pitter-patter of my feet As I howl like a dog and I'm running down the street Hiding in the trees, hiding in the bushes You're sitting on your couch and I'm underneath your cushions Stab you in the back of the head, why not? Your little governor is taking everything I got I can't feed a family, I can't feed a dog So I cut your fucking head off, hey Wickey, wickey jokers and you know we show and prove Jumping over roof tops, juggaluga move Tell me have you ever seen a ghetto freak show "Hello?" I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away (3x) Violent Violent, Violent J I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away (3x) J, J, Violent J I gotta kill her I have to kill her I'm gonna kill her I'm gonna kill her I'm gonna... You can think I'm joking on my joker while you laugh I'm coming to your house I'm finna cut your neck in half Everywhere I go the grim reaper stays on me Cuz the fucker knows I'm always leaving dead bodies I can see him standing at the end of the block Cuz somebody's clock is running out of tock Slip in the cracks of the walls of the eave All that's justified as every punishment received Everything you've ever done to me is out of hate I'm begging on my knees and you slam your golden gate So I pick myself up and I snuck around the back And took your money stack then stabbed your fucking neck Slowly only go as the night air is calm I might stop and chill and drink a 40 on the lawn Right before I take the final step to your front door "Hello" I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away (3x) Violent Violent, Violent J I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away (3x) J, J, Violent J I'm going up there (I'm the neck cutter) more free lyrics |
7. _ Get Off me, Dog!
Yo, 2 Dope, man, check this out, man You know what the word on the streets is, dawg The word on the streets is that you a bitch What's up with that, man? Motherfuckers tweek, gotta tweek while ya tweek Golley guy's rhythm, cuz me on mic, my on meek Get off me, dog, before I sting your chin I let my nutsac flap in the wind Cuz I'm 2 Dope, clown loco G, And it's one chop, two boing, three In the melon, in the back of the melon One black, two black eyeballs swelling Always back with stickin, taking back what's more to lordy Sippin on the blunt, puffing on the 40 Or the O-Z, muthafuck me Fuck Stuart Frankie, they call me Jelly jello boy cuz my nutsac jiggles And when it's cold out, my nutsac shrivles And crawls at my booty all warm and snug And gets chased out by the booty hole bug Goddamn, I ain't who I am I'm always fucking fat bitches named Pam Nineteen years of breathing smog Has got me mental So get off me, dog!... more free lyrics |
8. _ Bugz On My Nugz
Well, i don't understand the phenomenom
We fucking these hoes that look like spallala
Rich boys think that is shitty
But i like fucking crackheads with one titie
And i do it at the drop of a dime
And i get the scabies almost every time
So let's talk about my nutsac
I don't front, jack, i got bugs on my ballsac
Well i'm violent j and i ain't no bitch
I'm always quick to tell you when my nuts itch
Cuz bitch if i'm itching when i come home
Drop a brick in a sock swing it on your dome
You didn't think nothing of it, just let me stick it
Probably should of known cuz i thought i heard crickets
In your neden, but i ain't sayin nuttin though
I ain't sayin nuttin till i'm done nuttin, ho
And know i'm like bitch how can this be
Tryin to sleep and my nuts get up and watch tv
Then try to walk to the store and get a 40
How'd these bugs get on me
Somebody asked me how i got scabies
Probably that homeless fat redneck bag lady
That i fucked in the shed
Then the little critters on my dingaling said
Your nuts we want your nuts
We'll itch and scratch and bite your nuts
Your nuts we want your nuts
Please, oh please, fuck dirty butts (sluts)
I met this bitch and went up in it
Dropped her off, went to the clinic
Bitch, i got bizugs on my siznac
So tell me what's up with that
Should of said something bout your bug problem
Now i'm gonna have to sock you in your mouth, bitch
Can't keep my motherfucking hands out my drawers
Stick a roach motel up under your balls
Nah, i'd rather stick em in a deep fry
And sizzle those motherfuckers off my wang
So you wanna fuck around, always gotta buck around
Lift up your dingaling nothing but a bug ya found
Now they call you funky nuts cuz you like funky butts
Scratching and biting them, now they call you monkey nuts
But i ain't sayin nothing, cuz you ain't playin nothin
Bring the track back and i get back to the nutsac track
So now i try to rap cuz the bugs is biting
But i ain't going out like a bitch, yo, fuck that
Stick em in a blender and hit the switch
Then i hit the bitch
Met this bum in the back of a dumpster
Fucked her in the rumpster, juggaluga humpster
Had to take a piss, so i pulled out my wang
Then i heard my dingaling sang
Your nuts we want your nuts
We'll itch and scratch and bite your nuts
Your nuts we want your nuts
Please, oh please, fuck dirty butts (sluts)
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9. _ Who asked You?
Wicked clowns, wicked clowns Drank my last cup of dead body stew Paint my face, creep up and say BOO! Nobody knows what I'm about Walk around town with my guts hanging out Chewin on toes, fuckin dead hoes Bark at the moon everytime the wind blows Why do I do the things that I do? Who are you? Fuck you, and fuck Jerry Lou too Fucked your mother at the Motel 8 Fingers in her booty, strawberry shake Daddy walks in and see the sick clown Moving his butt-cheeks up and down Nate the Mack and Jump Steady Rude Boy, Regis, Kathy Lee I make rap rhymes and make quick bucks And everybody sucks my nuts, shucks Fuck Jazzy Jeff, fuck Jack Jones Fuck Jazzy Jiff Jeff Jimmy Jack Jones Why do we do the things that we do? Who the motherfuck asked you, uh? Why do we do the things that we do? Roses ain't red and violet's ain't blue Why do we do the things that we do? Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you too Never had life, always been dead Gotta metal plate in the back of my head Lemon drops, lick lollipops I fuck redneck bitches at truck stops Clown cutters, much clown luv Found a body in the bathtub, mmm grub Fuck the police, fuck Ebin Price Fuck cop pork chop jiffy pop cops Grew another head and I had it lopped off But we still cool, what's up, (what's up, dawg) Tock-ticky-tock I pack a pig clock My dingaling swings when I run down the block No, I don't sing in a rock band "Gotta smoke, dude, what's up, man" Fuck John Wayne, fuck Wayne Newton Fuck two-snooting John Hootin nanny pooping Why do we do the things that we do? Now who the fuck asked you, bitch? Why do we do the things that we do? Roses ain't red and violet's ain't blue Why do we do the things that we do? Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you too more free lyrics |
10. _ Ringmaster's Word
I have a purpose... Take your dill knife, stab me, go, strike my heart...(ha ha, ha ha...ha ha, ha ha ) I have a purpose... Such things can't exist... I have a purpose... You will tell them of me and how one day I shall come for them... I have a purpose... Quietly, I will come over your bed, I will lean over and gently bite your neck... Ringmaster... I have a purpose... You will tell them of me and how one day I shall come for them more free lyrics |
11. _ The Love Song
Hello, and welcome back to Pillow Talk I hope you're with your bitch Cuz it's time to get cozy with the ICP So wind back with a sparkling glass of Faygo While Violent J tells you the poetry That just makes the bitches melt Only on WLUV Hello, baby I was thinking about you So I wrote this song I like to dedicate this to the love That has expressed from you and I So just sit back and enjoy Eh, yo, bitch, come over here and let me kick it to ya Tried to stick my nuts in ya then I never knew ya Cuz your ugly and you know you can't hide that So what you look like a chicken with a hunchback Oh, it doesn't matter that you from down south If you talk like it, I'm a smack you in your mouth Bitch, I admit it, I'm quick to hit a woman hey But that's okay, cuz bitch, I'm Violent J And I'm a southwest mack daddy juggalo And you're nothing but a two-bit stankin' ho But I love you and I hope you realize that I don't care about the hair growing out your back Smoking that blunt, drink some Mad Dog through the night And your ugly bitch turns into Karen White And I stick my wing-wang in the middle I like a filthy-ass ho, the kind that make your nuts shrivle Bitch, I'm knocking at your door Let me get some neden, ho Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay I'm finna hit it anyway I guess you want me to take you on a big date But what you're saying don't sound all that straight All I wanna do is feel your butt and squeeze your titties Cuz I can't feed your fat ass on a buck fifty Let's make love my sweet little dove I wouldn't get near that neden without a glove Cuz it's rats and spiders up in there Hittin that'll take the curl out your nut hairs I smack your tittie and claps when it hits the other But I don't want em clappin too loud it'll wake your mother Bitches always front like they don't wanna let you hit But then they always screamin banshees when you gettin with it So don't fake the funk, I'm nothing but a ghetto punk All I'm trying to do is stick you in your fat rump So get the fuck out them dirty-ass drawers And come and twist my balls cuz I love you Bitch, I'm knocking at your door Let me get some neden, ho Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay I'm finna hit it anyway You and I both know That I've been wrong to you in the past And I know that I love you All I wanna do is slide my wang into your neden I wanna hit that neden so damn hard Let my nuts bang on your anus That's my only true desire I feel for you, I think for you I breathe for you All I want is a little neden Ya know, everyday when the wind blows All I hear is my nuts flapping against your booty, ho And that's all I ever want And that's all I ever dreamed of That is you and your neden, bitch more free lyrics |
12. _ House of Mirrors
Ladies and gentlemen, the house of mirrors For just one bet, venture through this wonderful exhibit See yourself in all the weird shapes and sizes You, young man, would you like to go into the house of mirrors Well, okay Have a good time, son And good luck finding your way out Wait a minute, I don't like it in here Hey, wait a minute, let me out of here Let...there's dead bodies in here There's dead bodies in here I don't like it in here!!! Step inside, come my way This here is your fatal day You have lied, they have cried Now your life has been denied Look into the big mirror Your reflection is so clear Devil's head, rotting flesh With the snakes inside your chest In the mirror you can't hide You've been granted Jacob's lide Whipping fear, spinning pain All you crying is in vain You're the beast you never knew This reflects the things you do Others starving down the block Richie's heart is like a rock How can I make a law? I'm just here to break your jaw House of Glass, down and up You might get your ass cut Mirror of Life, Mirror of Pain Death, I wave my magic cain Your last words are those of fear But they go unheard in the House of Mirrors Mirror Mirror on the wall Who's the wickedest of all Three blind mice, deepest fear Welcome to the House of Mirrors Magic wand, magic mirror Timeless clock says death is near Death is here, death is on My king bishop takes your pawn You can't break House of Mirrors That's bad luck for seven years Only in my wicked realm Of thee untold, now unfold Thinking back, what you do Buy a richie home or two Even though some down and out You keep what you could live without You're the beast you never knew This reflects the things you do Others starving down the block Richie's heart is like a rock First I grab, then I stab Cut you up into a slab Grind and twist, flick my wrist Toss you in the magic mist Look into Halls of Glass Every mirror shows the past With no love you kick the sin of face Now your place is in the House of Mirrors Mirror Mirror on the wall Who's the wickedest of all Three blind mice, deepest fear Welcome to the House of Mirrors Three blind mice, your worst fear Look into the deadly mirror Welcome to the House of Mirrors, Mr. Exec You should explain to E why ICP should let you live As you look on I see this image in your reflection A bigot under cover, showing no affections To the ghettos and the hoods Just look at you, you think for us, you're too good Claiming all you got and you can die tomorrow And when that shit happens, there's no pinion, no sorrow Cuz you refuse to lift a hand And you know it's a blessing to help a brother man stand And if I were you I'd fear myself Knowing I was selfish and wouldn't let another near my wealth You just gotta let em fall You Violent J, "what up", bash that head against the wall And don't let him run for the door (where you goin, bitch?) Make him detour to the sore And let's wash away his bigot sins While we welcome in some more of his bigot ass friends And let them see what they really like Hand-high riding the Benz and I'm a clown-riding the bike So look closely in the mirror You're the beast you never knew, so be the next to volunteer To live in the hood with the ICP Yo, J, throw away the key to the House of Mirrors Mirror Mirror on the wall Who's the wickedest of all Three blind mice, deepest fear Welcome to the House of Mirrors Three blind mice, your worst fear Look into the deadly mirror more free lyrics |
13. _ Southwest Song
Good people sometimes think bad things Good people dream bad things, don't you Good people even do bad things Once in a while, we do Factory smoke and choke in pain Cuz Del Ray funk is in my brain So I break the law but I'm not to blame You only know my place, you don't know my name Well, I grip the fence and bent the steal And I steal a car and I grip the wheel And I park the car then I steal it again Cuz I really don't know what's happening I wait for night to fall then I walk outside And then I run back in cuz I don't wanna die You see, the air alone, it can corrupt your brain As smoke fills the sky enough to block the rain And I pray to God to help me justify Look over me cuz my brain is fried And I don't have a name, I don't have a home I just lay alone on my bed of stone You see, death awaits me on my narrow path And when I stop to think I can only laugh Because I'm not alone, it didn't take me long To see everybody singing that southwest song Wooooooo Oh We-oh Everybody singing that southwest song Some say I'm real and some say I'm fake But I really don't care cuz it's all too late You see, my mind is weak and I'm losing breath As I crawl along I can feel the death Everywhere I go I bring with me pride And then I pay the carny and I take a ride But see, the wheel is wicked and it spins me death So I try it again with what pride is left If we have to go then you can take me fast You see, I started under and I'm sinking fast And when the joker's card is missing from your deck Then you know the road has finally caught my neck Eh, yo, don't look, now, there we go again It's me and the grim reaper, best of friends He's always hanging round waitin for me to die We shot a game of pool, he's not a bad guy I feel him in the corner of a circled room At about thirteen in the afternoon And then I see the strain as I walk along I notice everybody singing that southwest song Wooooooo Oh We-oh Everybody singing that southwest song What does seem bad to you? I'm angry... What does seem bad to you? I'm angry Everybody singing that southwest song If my time has come, then I'm ready to go Shoot me in the face with your forty-four And when I'm falling down to my soury death I'll laugh with my very last breath (hahaha) Lose some, win some, that's how it goes I've been down and out, I took many blows And there ain't nothing here I ain't seen before I'm just a jugglin juggla jugglin more You wanna see the world, you wanna run the town You wanna meet a girl and wanna settle down You wanna start a family and ya own a home I wanna run with a set from the ghetto zone You see the forks up, I see the forks down But I'm a wicked clown, so don't fuck around Cuz my brain is gone and it's on it's way I'm exploding, so get off me, dog!!! And I could be right and I could be wrong And if I ain't dead now then it won't be long But it does not matter what set you on Tonight everybody sings that southwest song Wooooooo Oh We-oh Everybody singing that southwest song What seems bad to you? Is hitting other kids? more free lyrics |
14. _ My Fun House
Rich boy's in trouble Car broke down on a drive through the ghetto All the weird people, you gotta get the fuck out Need to use the phone, step into my funhouse Hey yo, dope, looks like we got another He'd like to go for a ride on the neck cutter Straight to the cart for the next spectacular Just to know, it's a dead body sittin next to ya Get ready for the carnival thrills Should of cut your little faggot ass in the hills Boom! through the door into the room, you gotta check it out It's where we cut your fingers off and stick em in your mouth That should show you that you greedy little rich fuck If you're bucking with the juggla you're a dead duck Eight fingers in your mouth and two sticking out your nose Further down the hall, the room with jokeros That's where you get by seventeen wicked clowns For the seventeen dead bodies never found And they jump on your back until your ribs crack Toss you in the cart and push you down the deli tracks Spinning and twisting, rolling and bumping The dead fuck next to ya is trying to tell ya somethin Listen close, you can barely make it out "Bitch, you ain't shit in my electric funhouse" "Help me, I'm trapped in here. Somebody let me out. Oh my god!!! Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!" Come here, rich boy My head is spinning 360 degrees Richie richie richie Come here Bitch, fuck you, yeah, know what I'm saying Wicked clowns running the funhouse Ain't no way to get out until the killer gets your neck cut like a man Pick a card, any card, any motherfucking card ......A joker's card Sorry, bitch, the luck of the draw Violent J's gonna have to ice your jaw Snap, bang, snip, boom Send that motherfucker off to the next room Crash through the doors on the windy spinny trail Through a loop-de-loop and into a big nail Straight through his left eye and out the back of his head Is he dead? No, cause he has to go to the next phase It's the room of giggles because of your ways You like to sit and laugh at people when they suffer Well, now you sit and watch me laugh when I stick your mother It's the funhouse, bitch, everything's funny You act like whipping on your ass ain't funny And the ride of your life only gets faster Off to the R-r-r-ringmaster I take my bobo gun and blow your fuckin mouth in Eh, yo, the next room, it's called the chicken pen And it's a little tribute to the bigots of the south We take a dead chicken shove it in your mouth And we stuff it down your throat with a pitchfork Cuz you're a big gut, that's what you get for it Now I take your sorry ass and I throw you out Cuz I don't need your dead body stinkin up my funhouse Funhouse, stinkin up my funhaugh! I got him, I got him, I got him Right here, I got him Oh, he got away Come on, that way, get him Little baby's peeing his pants Come here little boy I got some candy Mommy ain't gonna help ya know, you little bitch Yeah, rich-ass, snitch-ass, bitch-ass ho You get your motherfucking next chopped in Violent J's Fun House So don't fuck with the wicked clowns, you punk-ass bitch Come here, little boy I have some candy for ya I crack your head in a DLT Little boy, come out come out Wherever you are You're father's so funny Look at the blood I liked him I like it This little kiddy's getting his necked chopped off tonight Oh, come here Little richie, come here Your mommy says for you to come with me You're so scared Why you shaking, little boy? What's the matter, huh? Awww, little richie's scared Look at the blood Awww, he's crying BITCH!!! more free lyrics |
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