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1. _ 17 Dead
Why must my visions be so clear
The truth, the truth, i've got work to do
I got shot with a buck shot, shot me down
But you know you can't paint a frown on a clown
Sewer gutter blood runs through my system
Death stopped by but i must have just missed him
Am i in a southwest street gang?
Do i bang, do i slang, do i let my motherfuckin' nuts hang?
But do you care
I got stabbed in the eye and you wadn't no where
And what about the time i got fucked
When i got shot in the throat...fuckin' sucked
But you news wouldn't know me
You could give a fuck less never the less unless
Something happened in your suburbs
I'm a cut your daddy's neck, you little fuckin' nerd
I don't give a fuck where you're from boy
So don't tell me cuz i don't give a fuck
It's all about what's going on in your head
Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don't bother you (3x)
Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don't bother you (3x)
You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead
The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection
I woke up next to a dead body
Roll it out the way and jump out of bed
Strap on my kicks and step out my room
Cuz somehow there's another stiff in the bathroom
Dead fucks all over the grass
I'm a kick somebody in they dead ass
Quick to make a left on jefferson
And i noticed there's another stiff riding shotgun
Am i just seeing things? no.
Is your mother a soggy ho?
I like to drink faygo, out from the scotties
But then one out of one of my homeboys turned into
Dead bodies
But i'm straight with that
Just don't be leaving your guts in my car n' shit
Wait a minute, wait, get your head on straight
I drop seventeen tears from eyes every fucking day
I gotta wonder if they do
Should i burn the rebel flag or the red white and blue too
I can't do much, but they can
But those motherfuckers gotta death wish, man
I'm gonna swim in they blood shed
Justi-justify the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don't bother you (3x)
Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don't bother you (3x)
You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead
The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection
Yeah, dead bodies man
They ain't so bad
I mean they're all over in the
Streets n shit ya know
But they don't be fuckin' with you
They just lay there dead as shit
I mean they tasted kinda straight
With a little mustard, man
Yeah, much worse
Seventeen dead bodies hanging from a telephone wire
All seventeen on fire
Lightening up the sky with the smell of death
Rich bigot fucker, take a deep breath
Look at you makes me go baddy
Motherfucker don't be nothing like your daddy
Cuz he's nothing but a redneck hoe
Him and his kind created this ghetto
They can deal with they own creation
Move out farther, suburb vacation
But it don't work like that
Knock at your door and it's me running slug bat
I'm a stick it to your fuckin' nugget
About seventeen times and you're gonna love it
Motherfucker
Drive down my street
And stare at the folks who can't make end's meet
You don't know now but that's the plan
Most people in hell were rich when they died, man
Take that to your golden bed
Cuz i'm a cut your ass up for the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don't bother you (3x)
Im gonna cut your ass up man, for the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don't bother you (3x)
Im gonna chop your ass up man, for the seventeen dead
Seventeen dead, it don't bother you (3x)
Well, ya know violent j's kinda wicked
If there's a booger in my nose i'm a pick it
And flick it in your eye like you ain't jack
And stomp my boots on your nutsack
Well, i'm shaggy and i'm in the house
You don't think so, i'll put a brick in your mouth
Can't nobody flex on a nutty clown
I got boys down river straight hick town
Well, ya know i'm coming straight from the trailor park
That's me out front working on the skylark
I'm waiting on a check, i don't cut the grass
And my woman's got babies falling all out her ass
I'll be running with the carnival until i'm eighty
Cuz they know i'm going out with the fat lady
I strip the bitch down to the nitty gritty
But i ain't saying shit about a wooden titty
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2. _ Joke Ya Mind
Joke ya mind...
Joker jumping joker sing
Joke ya mind...
Wicked clown is in the house
Wake up in my golden bed
Wicked thoughts inside my head
Step outside and glide away
Nothing's wicked here today
I can breathe the magic mist
And excell your every wish
Juggla jump from cloud to cloud
Ring them bells, ring them loud
I can jump across the land
Wind up in the emerald sand
Swing the jewels of endless time
Take it all cuz it's mine
Pour a bowl of chocolate soup
Serve it with the fruit loop
This is my world i am king
Joker sing, joker sing
Joke ya mind...
Joker jumping joker sing
Joke ya mind...
Wicked clown is in the house
I can fall in love like that
In my world she loves me back
If i chose, i chose alone
Freak is gone, boys is on
Cuz the homies watch your back
Life is over like that
Once it's done, it's done, it's dead
Ticky-tocky-ticky-dead
If you feel the need to go
Go, go, won't ya go
They call you a freak show
Welcome to the carnival
Yes, ladies and gentlemen
The wicked clowns will arrive in your town soon
And believe me, it won't be pretty
Justice must be served
To the uncaring selfish wealthy ones
Be prepared and get ready
To catch 400 years of hell
And, oh, one last note to all
Wicked clown is in the house
Joke ya mind...
Welcome to the carnival
I can breathe the magic mist
And excell your every wish
Juggla jump from cloud to cloud
Ring them bells, ring them loud
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3. _ In The Haughhh!
I'm violent j
I breathe toxic fumes and throw my lungs up
All over your brand new patton leather penny loafers you fuck!
I'm 2 dope
I got sick ass sewer sluts stuck in my throat
And i live in a big pipe on sog island
So stop by and have a bowl of rust
You fucking bitch-ass faggot!
Faggot, you bitch-ass faggot
I'm in a southwest detroit del ray
Inner city ghetto street gang
I got people who want me dead
But everytime they run up on me
I get scared
And my skull explodes
All over those motherfuckers
Sometimes i get hungry, man
But there ain't nothing in the box
But a brick sandwich
So i start hurting that motherfucker
And i chew on that bitch
Till my jaw breaks
Which don't fade me
Cuz i'm a hoodlum
And i don't exist to you fucks
You fucks
You green grass fucks
Fuck me and i'll fuck you fucker
We coming, motherfucker
We coming to getcha
Coming to getcha
How you see me is what you get (2x)
Carnival of carnage is coming
How you see me is what you get
I was snooking good in my bed
Woke up to find my brain fell out my head
Stuffed it back in with a screwdriver
Ah, i'm that much liver
I can walk on my hands on a tight rope
But then i always fall and bust my ass
But it don't matter, really don't matter
Don't matter, don't matter, cuz i'm in the haugh!!!
In the haugh, in the haugh
Violent violent j's in the motherfucking haugh
I'm in the haugh, you's in the haugh
We in the motherfucking what?!!! haugh
Wicked wicked town
Southwest down
Wicked jokers kill
Southwest thrill
Get off me dog, im shit face
I mean i ain't got shit on my face but ya know
People in the suburbs hate me (why?)
Southwest carnival crazy (aah)
My mind ain't nothing but a lemon
I mean it's fucking yellow and shit
I don't know man, fuck off!
You can't fade me vato cuz i'm in the haugh!
In the haugh, in the haugh
2 dope shaggy's in the motherfucking haugh
I'm in the haugh, you's in the haugh
We'z in the motherfucking what?!!! haugh
Wicked wicked town
Southwest down
Wicked jokers kill
Southwest thrill
I'm greez-e and i can moonwalk
But i don't cuz that shit's so fucking played out
Instead i just grab this wang
And tell you that i'm in the haugh, bitch!
Parachute pants and moon boots
Chilling on the corner butt-naked hurting freak loops
Fuck a hillbilly goat
Sitting in the tub i'll let my nuts float
Cause i'm in the haugh
In the haugh, in the haugh
Greez-e's in the motherfucking haugh
I'm in the haugh, you's in the haugh
We'z in the motherfucking what?!!! haugh
Wicked wicked town
Southwest down
Wicked jokers kill
Southwest thrill
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4. _ Beverly Kills
Jugglers, come out to play...
Guess who's coming to your big town
Jugglin' jesters, kick-it clowns
Circus sound, painted frown
Carnival of carnage creeping round
I'm violent j and i'm sick
They try to run me down but ya know i'm too slick
And i slip and slide like a slinkie
Slip and slide with my twinkie
Welcome to my world as it winds and it twists
I'm a kick a funky little rhyme that you missed
Boloo-chewy-wuwwy-do-boo
And you'd be fucked up if that was really voodoo
Come see the one at the show of your life
See me breathe fire and swallow a knife, right
I ain't swallowing nothing, jack
But i can juggalo like you never thought you'd ever know
And we packin' that funk
With a snap and a clap and a jump jump
So chicky chicky freak if ya wanna be down
Step on up, ah...and kiss the clown
And kiss the clown
Kiss the clown
Kiss the clown
Step on up and kiss the clown
Stop the bus
Violent j comes out
Barrels to your face
And blow your fucking face off
Cuz ya know my mind is golden oh
Happen to catch me a beverly show
Body fell asleep but my mind goes on
Welcome to the world of juggla's dome
First day i enrolled at the high school
Butt-naked with an axe, "wow, he's so cool"
"stand up and say your name. tell us about yourself"
My name's 2 dope and i cut necks all to hell
Dylan, dylan, i'm trying to find dylan
I'm finna cut his throat with a carny carny killin'
Rich boy never seen a ghetto jokero
Slap you in the head with a sledgehammo
Sorry dylan didn't mean to knock ya
Then i stuffed his dead body in my locker
To the next class don't wanna be late
Finna ask brenda on a little date
I heard this bitch likes to fight in clubs
Took her to a might max threw a pair of gloves
Wants to get her ass beat by a fat dyke
And left the money-ass bitch there for the night
Woke her in the morning, threw her in the trunk
Threw her in the tub, cuz the dumb bitch stunk
How you doing brenda, mind if i bend ya
Over rover, do me like dundy
I'm sure ya'd like that, ya little skank
And when i finished, i stuffed the fucking head in the fish tank
Back to the school, fat bitch in the locker
Couldn't fit her booty in, so i cut her booty out
Sometimes i feel like i'm already in hell
Throwing up children on del ray smell
Fuck those fucking fucks, uh
Rich fucks, man, fuck those fucks
Beverly hills is beverly kills
I'm gonna bring ghetto carnival thrills
Where's that other little rich little fag
Looking for brandon cuz we can't stand him
I know my boys make the bass go boom
But shhh, you can hear jacking off in the boys room
"aww, aww, dylan. i want your anus. aww, you're so
Hot."
Kicked in the stall then i kicked in his jaw
Kicked him in face and kicked in his balls
Punk tried to run but he couldn't try to wobble
Bust him in the head with an empty faygo bottle
Took him to the staircase, jumped on his face
Road him down the bumpy chase
Can i hear him breathe one last note
Stuffed his back down his throat
Back to the locker, boy oh boy oh
Back to the locker, stop that fucker!
Back to the locker, boy oh boy oh
Back to the locker, fucking stop that fucker!
Walking down the hall and i'm feeling like the shit
Cuz all that's left is one skank ass bitch
Kelly, kelly, your neden's kinda smelly
Funk down your legs and up to your belly
But i'm with del ray, so fuck, don't fade me
Let me him man, you're finna kick the can
"come on, bitch, man. you're getting ready to die
Anyway.
Bitch, calm down. let me get a little putang,
Ya know what i'm saying.
Let me get a little trimp, bitch. you finna die."
Okay, cuz i'm not a raper
But ya still make morning paper
Kelly found dead in her bathroom
Nah, kelly found dead in her dad's room
No, kelly found dead in her backyard
Cuz kelly choked on a joker's card
Smashed up bodies chilling in my locker
Kelly wouldn't fit, chop-chop-chop-chop her
Oh no, principal know what i'm about
Cuz one of dylan's sideburns was sticking out
Oh shit, they chase me cuz they found the bodies
Now i run my ass off, he-ho he-ho
Yelling, getting mad, you can hear them cuss
Didn't look both ways and got hit by bus
Crunched up under, tangled in the wheels
Spit me out the muffler, ya know how that feels
Lost both my legs so i'm running on my hands
Then i seen prince so i clap cuz i'm a big fan
And straight busted my face on the street
And here come the police...ya know
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