Bizzar

Shaggy...
Shaggy...

[violent j]
I can get naked, right here
I'd look like a eight pound polar bear
Then i'd have to atttack
Fuck you up like that
Psychopachics hatchet chops
Slappin ninjas on their hiding spots

(crank his shank shooga booga baw)
(juggalo nations in the house)

[violent j]
To the left, to the right
Over here! there! we're everywhere...
Always underground down with the bottom
(bottom-bottom-b-b-bottom)
Censorin from the radio list
Fuck y'all {bi*****...} miss! (hahaha!)
Well, i guess we'll never be a radio star
Wouldn't work anyway, way too bizzar...

Chorus: shaggy 2 dope

Anybody here??? (everybody here)
We got the gear??? (psycho right here)
Anybody care??? (dont nobody care)
Joker (joker)
Joker (joker)

Anybody here??? (everybody here)
We got the gear??? (psycho right here)
Anybody care??? (dont nobody care)
(what?) what?
(what?) what?
(what?) what?

[violent j]
Sshhh it's a dead body in my trunk wanna see it? (uhh..)
Fuck around and you'll be it! (bitch!)
Jamie madrox and monoxide child! (we get wild)
Give it to me.. give it to me...

[twiztid]
I've been waggling my dick since the 7th grade
Freek show, grabbin my balls, and get paid
Ask mom dukes bitch, we don't play
Hair wigged out, and my eyes all gray

[violent j]
No more rappin, no more shows
I'm going back to school, and working at kinko's..
I wanna ride on campus on a mountain bike all day
Hey.. i got the right way
Stab shoot chop cut drill, i just wanna kill
No matter where you go motherfucker
Dark carnival ain't far, and it's way bizzar..

[esham]
Yo, this is esham the unholy, eastside hoes and more,
And right now, your enjoying a trip thats complete out your atmosphere
A little stroll into the wicked realm that is insane clown posse
A journey into the bizzar

[shaggy 2 dope]
If you a juggalo and you wont sell out say:
Fuck everybody on the dance floor
If you ever had to fuck a fat bitch in the mouth say:
Fuck everybody on the dance floor
If you want a little faygo and you want it fast say:
Fuck everybody on the dance floor
If you like feeling up on your homeboys' ass say:
Oh, uh, shit

[violent j]
These killas dont dance, we boogy
We boogy woogy woo, that's all we do
(see ya, see ya, see ya)
(i'm back, i'm back, i'm back, i'm back)
Dark lotus theme for your colon
Only team you on, sunday bowling
{yloh si htxis eht}
Play that backwards for secret info
Hold up a minute, damn, couldnt wait man
All done, now if only i could choke someone
Redrum, i root for stalkers, slap old ladies up off thier walkers
Take my hand bitch, come along, it aint that far
Welcome to the bizzar!

(chorus 2x)

Why? why do these questions come to mind
When the answer is just so far away?
The questions i ask myself everyday

[verse 1: shaggy + j, back and forth]
Why? everytime i reach for the sky, i can only reach so high, why?
Why? everytime i headbutt a brick wall, i always crack my skull, why?
Why? everytime i stab somebody, i'm always gettin my clothes bloody, why?
Why? everytime i drive down the wrong of the street,
Everybody wanna beep, why?
Why? everytime i bunk and i sell rock, i wind up in a cell block, why?
Why? everytime i shoot somebody in the face, pigs get to chase, why?
Why? everytime i drink a little gasoline, i shit my splein, why?
Why? when i try to fly like a birdy
I wind up on a gurdy, dead tell me why

Chorus - repeat 2x
Won't you tell me why? someone tell me why?
Jesus tell me why? i was born to fly

[verse 2]
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 can't 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 motherfucka?
Tell me why

Chrous 2x

"i admit i kind of screamed" - 7x w/ various dj scratches

Why? everytime i raise my arms in celebration, player hation, 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?
Why? everytime an angel wanna kiss me, it always seems to miss me, why?
Why? why does shangro la seem so far away, you bettter leave today

No matter why! (repeated over the chorus)

Chorus 5x

Tell me why, (you will tell me) why?
Tell me why, (have to tell me) why?
Tell me why, (you will tell me) why?
Tell me why, let me ask you

No matter why! (repeated over the chorus)

Chorus 2x

insane clown posse, twiztid, dark lotus family, it's all good...

Look in my crystal ball it's alright

Come on in, welcome, my curious sisters and brothers
First, put a twenty in the jar with the others
(that's right, take a seat)
Ain't no smokin in here, i need to keep my ball clear
There's spirits in there
(whats your future, someone gonna shoot ya?)
Will you get your girlfriend back, as if i know that
I can only tell you where your soul is headed
And will remain eternally embedded, the rest forget it
(life is nothin but a test to clear)
Did you have a heart while you were here
And was it sincere?
Your still unravelling your future right now
What kinda person are ya bro? (oh, where do you go?)
You control your own muthafuckin' destiny
I aint lettin' the devil get the best of me
(i'mma make it into shangri la) golden walls
Whats up with you check your own crystal ball
Lookin my crystal ball its allright
Layback, evolve, and i'll be alright

Lookin in my crystal ball, i'm seein' thugs
Both catchin' and firin' slugs (paper for drugs)
I see a line waiting on block cheese a mile long
All tryin to be strong (it's the same old song)
But when i'm lookin' into everybody's faces (smile)
They souls are headed other places
And they ain't worried about payin' them dues down here
(because they mother fuckin' future is crystal clear)
The focus switches to you and it ain't good
All mad cause someone rolls up out they neighborhood
Check your self, if judgment was passed
Yo, you'd be in hell (right up in the asshole)
The hatin' will get ya if ya let it, pack your speedo's
I hear it's hot where you headed
I'm trying to tell ya now (when the grim reaper calls)
You dont wanna be asked out grippin' your crystal balls

Lookin my crystal ball its alright
Layback, evolve, and i'll be alright
Lookin my crystal ball its alright
Layback, evolve, and i'll be alright

Look into my crystal ball its all black
And everybody's frozen in time front to back
They're controlled by the matrix of mind, body and soul
And i'm branded by the system of carnival freakshow
I see the pain and the lies cuz nothin' is disguised
It's as simple as me seein' the death in the demon's eyes
I'm hidin' my sight from the truth of my crystal ball
Believe me when i say that we comin' for all of y'all
Look deep into my crystal ball
See the dead smokin' on trees and drinkin' alchohol
Underneath the street beneath the concrete
If you listen to the night you can hear my heart beat
All painted up carryin' an axe and shit
Juggalo love got each others backs and shit
Encased in glass for the whole world to see
Am i inside, or is the crystal ball inside of me

Lookin my crystal ball its alright (8x)
Layback, evolve, and i'll be alright
{*fades out*}

Rain comes down (lookin my crystal ball it's alright)
{*repeats until song ends*}

If i was your tv i'd be like "look at me"
If i was a shooting star i'd be like "peace!"
If i was a fat bitches thong i'd be like "hell naw!'
If i was a hotties thong i'd be like "awwww..."
If i was a cuss word i'd just be like "fuck"
If i was a rock on the moon i'd be chillin' like "sup?"
If i was a butthole i'd just be an exit
If i was the d.o.c. i'd be like "man this is bullshit"
If i was the tires on your car i'd be like "neeeaaawww"
If i was the bumper on your car i'd be like "aww fuck"
If i was a balloon i'd be like "pap"
If i was allysa milano i'd be fucking joe bruce
If i was a radio dj i'd probably say "the point 103"
If i was a richy ass bitch i'd be like "umm...ok"
If i was spin magazine i'd put me on the cover and be like "fuck us! and
I won't read this, even us motherfucker!"
If i was your mental stress i'd be catching up
If i was your headaches every now and then i'd be like "thonnnkk!!"
If i was your tongue i'd be hating your teeth i'd be like "man why do
You try to bite me every time we try to eat?"
If i was a chair i'd be like "sit here"
If i was kid rock i'd cut my feathered wolf hair
If i was your muffler i'd be like "shhh, quietly"
If i was a price tag i'd be like "you ain't buying me"
If i was a fresh ass dj i'd be like [records scratch]
If i was jam master j i'd be like [records scratch]
If i was a cheap clock radio i'd be like [static]
"tune that motherfucker in"
If i was barry white i'd be like "what up y'all?"
If i was nipple in the cold i'd be like "boing"
If i was your dead uncle i'd be like "....."
If i was a raindrop i'd just be like "drip"
And if i had an ax to your neck i might say "chop!"

[chorus]
If i was, if i was, but i'll never be
If i was, if i was, but i'll never be
If i was, if i was, but i'll never be
If i was, if i was, but i'll never be
If i was, if i was, but you're killing me
If i was, if i was. but you're killing me

If i was a faygo at one of our shows, i'd fly through the air into and
Ocean of juggalos
If i was andre the giant "this is how i'd be talking"
If i was father mc i'd be like "now what happened?"
If i was a mirror, i'd find another mirror
And look each other dead in the eye, crystal clear
If i was a slider i'd slide out your butt
I'd be floatin' in your toilet lookin' at you like "what?"
If i was a pilot i'd be like "this is air traffic control"
If i was john denver i'd be like "nooooooo!!!!"
If i was a switch i'd be like "flick me, yoo-hoo"
If i was a london cop car i'd be like "wee-oop wee-oop"
If i was chewbacca i'd get a fresh ass fade
If i was vanilla ice i'd be like "fuck y'all. i'm still paid"
If i was a stop sign i'd just be like "stop"
If i was your wooden leg i'd still be giving you the hip-hop
[chorus}

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 house 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 sell our radio flava 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 play in checkered pants and never smile
Whatever's cool for your radio (?)
Tommy 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 hit shit, 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 at least 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.