The Great Milenko

come and get it! woo! we got some fresh vittles for your fat chicken-ass
To snack on, bitch!
So here, start wit' a slice of this fresh piggy pie, mother fuka!
The first little piggy, his house is made of wood,
He lives in a chicken turkey piggy neighborhood.
He likes to fuck his sister, and drink his moonshine,
A typical redneck filthy fuckin' swine!
I rode into town with my ax in my holster,
Everybody knows about the wicked piggy roaster.
A farmer at the border, he tried to take me out,
I drew my ax with the quickness, and cut his chicken feathers out!
Walked in the village, and to the piggy's place,
He opened up his door, and popped me in the face.
It blew me off the porch, and cracked my head in half,
But i'm a juggalo, so it only made me laugh. (hehe!)
Forty in hand, i rose from the dead,
And threw with all my might, i made a pig noise off his head.
Since we out west, i had a little fun,
And pulled his fuckin' tongue out the back of his cranium!

Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie.
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die.
I might use a gun, (no!)
I might use an ax, (yes!)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks!

The second little piggy, his house is made of brick,
And this little piggy is a mutha fuckin' dick.
He sits on his bench and gets all the respect,
But if i get a chance, i'm goin' straight for the neck.
He walked in the room, and everybody rose,
Lopped off bucket chillin' underneath my clothes.
First they let the piggy, now you can finally sit,
But what this piggy don't know is he's about to get his neck wet!
Now i see the bailiff, i'm thinkin' what the fuck?
I can smoke this room before his hearing aid will pick it up.
Old-ass man, i let him get away,
That tired mutha fucka, probably die tomorrow anyway.
Here come the piggy, it's time for my case,
His eyes are blood red with a wicked lookin' face.
He saw my joker's smile, and sentenced me a dime,
So i racked on the bucket, made it fuckin' rain pork rhines!


The last little piggy, his house is made of gold,
He lives in a mansion on his own private road,
I started walking down it, the guard he told me wait,
I bounced off his head and did a jackie chan over the gate!
Cuz this little piggy, must definitely fry,
I'm a lop his nugget off and toss it in the sky.
And then i watch the moon take the form of the devil,
And pull it out the sky, and beat it with a shovel.
People in my city, they fight for they meals,
He sleeps on a mattress stuffed with hundred dollar bills.
A richie is the devil, he never really made it,
So i'm a take his money stack and stuff his face wit' it.
Opened up his door, he's sleeping in his bed,
I grabbed a brick of gold laid it upside his head.
He begged for his life, i told him it's too late,
It took away his dough and watched the devil suffocate, cuz i need

"pumpkin, put some music on, i feel like dancin'."

"hold on, suga, i'm fixin' to right now 3,6,4 awright, now come over here,
Woman, let's get this shindig started, woo! c'mon, everybody!
Now what in the hell is wrong with this juke machine?"

"be warned, my children six will visit followed by the crumbling of time
Itself. before the coming of shangra la, a dark carnival will sweep across
The land, as a shadow, plagued with destruction. a parade of freaks,
Jugglers, and death. this wretched nightmare is led by six faces. three have
Come three have gone. the fourth emerges now. he walks among
Us as a shadow, void of light, powered by your own darkness, strengthened by
Your own wickedry. a horrid reflection of your very own deep desires cast
And reflected back upon yourself. brothers and sisters! the time has come
For the necromaster. the unleashing of the fourth joker's card. the arrival
Of the great milenko milenko milenko "

"this damn thing! maryanne, what in the hell is wrong with this music box?"
"don't mind that old thing, honey, it does that all the time."

Voice of host: Lets meet contestant number one he's a skitzophranic serial killa klown who says women love his sexy smile lets see if his charm will work on sharon sharon, whats your question for number 1?
Sharon: Number 1, I belive first impressions last forever if u were to eat dinner with me and my family, how would you make it really stick
Violent J (Contestant #1):Lets see hmm... we'll 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
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 the fuckin lips.

>Its dinnertime! We're hearin' grace from your mother I pull a forty out and pour some for your little brother I'm steady starin' at your sister, I'll tell ya this, ya know for only 13 she got some big tits! After that, your dad would try to jump again, but only this time I'd put the 40 to his chin.

Your Mom dries the dishes and the silverware, I'd dry fuck her till I nut in my underwear.

~~~applause~~~

Host: now lets meet contestant number 2 hes a psychopathic deranged crackhead freak who works for the dark carnival he says women call him stretch nutz sharon, lets hear your question...

Sharon: i like a man whos not afraid to show his true emotion a man who expresses himself in his own special way number 2, if u were to fall in love with me, how exactally 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, id probably show you that i care by takin all these mutha fuckas outta here id go through your phone
book, and whack em all, then find contestant number one and break his fuckin jaw (what!!??) anyone that looked at you would have to pay, id be blowin fuckin nuggets off all day id grab your titties
Stretch em down past your waist, let em go and watch em both spring up in your face id sing love songs to ya the best i can get ya naked and hit it like a cave man!! we go to tha beach and walk
Ugh the sand i throw a little in your face and say im just playin as you spit it all out, i rub your back, and grab your underwear and wedge it up your ass crack!!

~~~laughter and applause~~~

Host: well it sounds like contestant number 2 is just overflowing with sensitivity, sharon its a tough choice so far, sharon lets have your last question to find out whos gonna have 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 line be who ever'sthe smoothest wins!!


First, id sliiide up the bar, and tell ya that i cant believe how fuckin fat you are id say i like the way you make your titties shake, and if you lost a little weight you'd look like ricki lake


Fuck that!! youd be jackin me quick, id order you a drink , and stir it with my dick, and then to get your attention in a crowded place, id simply walk up and stick my nutz in your face

Yeah freak her with your nutz, yo, that'll get her

Tell her that shes fat, yeah that'll work even better

Look, fuck you, i got a strong rap shit you dont want contestant number two hes mad whack, i walked in a barn, and there he was, standin up on a bucket hooough tryin to fuck it it was big fuckin
it was a fuckin smelly ass farm llama

Damn dawg!! how ya gonna diss your mama??

~~~champagne popping and laughing~~~

ticket please, thanks, walk through the doors,
Into the halls of illusion and visit yours,
To see what could've, and should've, and would've been real,
But you had to fuck up the whole deal.
Let's take a walk down the hallway,
It's a long way, it takes all day,
And when we get to the end, ya find a chair,
With straps and chains, we slap you in there!
Lock you down tight, so you can't move a thread,
And, pull your eyelids up over your head!
Cuz you're about to witness an illusionary dream,
It's just too bad it ain't worth seeing.
You walk in and see two kids on the floor,
They're playin' nintendo, and he's got the high score,
And sittin behind them, chillin' in the chair,
Is your wife, and you look, oh, you ain't there!
It's some other man, and they're hand in hand,
How she looks so happy, ya don't understand,
See, this is an illusion, it never came true
All because of you!
Back to reality and what you're about,
Your wife can't smile, cuz you knocked her teeth out!
And she can't see straight from gettin' hit,
Cuz you're a fat fuckin' drunk piece of shit!
But it's all good, here, come have a beer,
I'll break the top off and, and shove it in your ear!
And your death comes wicked, painful, and slow
At the hands of milenko!
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Great milenko, wave your wand!
(don't look now, your life is gone)
This is all because of you!
(what you got yourself into)
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Look who's next, it's mr. clark,
The dirty old man from the trailer park.
Ya got your ticket? thanks, take your coat off,
And later on, why not? i'll rip your throat off.
Let's take a walk down the hallway,
It's a long way, it takes all day,
And when ya get to the end, ya find a chair,
Ya see all the blood? yeah, ya boy was just here!
We get all different kind of people comin' through,
Richies, chickens, and bitches just like you!
In the halls, everybody gets a turn,
To sit and witness your illusion before ya burn!
What do we have here? oh dear!
No way! it looks like ya kids' in the arcade
Ya daughter's chillin' up in college, top grades,
And your son's a fuckin' doctor, phat pay!
They got family, the kids, and it's all good!
They even coach little league in the neighborhood!
Is this true? have ya really seen the holy ghost?
Naw, bitch! not even close!
Back to reality, your son's on crack!
And your daughter's got nut stains on her back!
And they both fuckin' smell like shit,
And live in the gutter,
And sell crack to each other.
When they were kids, you'd beat 'em and leave 'em home!
And even whip 'em with the cord of the telephone!
And that reminds me man, hey you got a call!
Watch your step to hell, it's a long fall.
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It's time to pack up and move to the next town.
But we forgot mr. bigot,
Okay, dig it,
We can't show ya an illusion, cuz we're all packed, but...
I'll still cut your neck out! how's that?
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What is a juggalo?
Lemme think for a second. (well?)
Oh, he gets butt naked.
And then he walks through the street winkin' at freaks,
Wit 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 tell her that her butt stinks, and all that,
What is a juggalo?
He drinks like a fish,
And 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 windowéééoh!
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What is a juggalo?
A juggalo? if that's what it is, well fuck 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.
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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? connec-man, that shit's wack.
Don't worry 'bout my shit, just rap, mutha fucker.
What is a juggalo?
He ain't a bitch boy.
He'll walk through to the hills and beat down a rich boy.
Walks right in the house where ya havin' supper,
And dip his nuts in ya soupéébloop!
What is a juggalo?
Well he ain't a phoney.
He'll walk up and bust a nut in your macaroni.
And watch you sit there and finish up the last bit,
Cuz you're a stupid-ass dumb fuckin' idiot.
What is a juggalo?
He's a graduate.
He graduated from......well,
At least he's got a job, he's not a dumb putz,
He works for himself scratchin' his nuts, ha!
What is a juggalo?
A hulkamaniac.
He powerbombs mutha fuckas into thumbtacks. (bwa!)
People like him till they find out he's unstable.
He sabued ya mama through a coffee table. (oh my god!)
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What is a juggalo?

"does this excite you? think about it! does it not stagger the imagination?
No builder on earth can concieve any structure to compare to the mansions
Above. won't that be something when you go to live in your own mansion?
There'll be no concern about paying for it, it's already taken care of.
There'll be no worry about veing moved out of it. it will be yours forever."

I got shot, aaaa! the murder was heinous.
The bullet went in my eyeball and out my anus.
And i was hit, that was it, on the spot,
Flash, i woke up in a parking lot.
And i'm sittin in a '64 rinekeys,
With shaggy dope written on the car keys.
I look around i can't believe that it's possible,
I'm dead, and i made it to the carnival.
I walk in, it's everything i dreamed of,
Everybody and they mama got clownlove.
Japanese, lebenese, and chinese,
Portuguese, and southwest ghetto g's. (woo woo)
Hangin' out with redneck truck drivers,
Instead of always givin' each other piledrivers.
I see my old homie, he died in a drag,
Chillin with two bitches, "what up, shag?"
And he passed me a blunt like a tree trunk,
I tried to hit it, but couldn't even fuck with it.
And to think, i always been afraid to die,
But i ain't never goin back, to wonder why.
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We all gonna die. but i'm not gonna fry.
Even though most never try, i'm not gonna let this pass me by, no.
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I was born. first they threw me in a shitpile.
I dealt with it, and lived there for a while.
I got dissed on, pissed on, and beat down,
Mutilated, and tossed out a dead clown.
Next thing ya know, i'm chillin' at the big top,
Free money, and mad bitches non-stop.
No water, it's faygo on tap,
I wash my hair, and my face, and my butt-crack wit' it,
Cuz i can, cuz i'm fat paid,
I got a five story funhouse with a maid,
And she walks 'round wit' her titties hangin' out,
And when i cough, she come and dust my balls off. (hoo hoo)
I'm headed up to the show, i'm gonna see,
Jimi hendrix, selena, and easy e,
Elvis tried to open up but got dissed off,
We got pissed off, because he sounded like butt,
There's no fights, it's a perfect match,
Hillbillies in the crowd tryin' ta cabbage patch,
And ta think, i've always been afraid to die,
But i ain't never goin back, to wonder why
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Did ya ever burn your finger on somethin', hey,
Well picture this, ya nuts burnin' that way.
And a roman candle stickin' in ya butthole,
That's where the greedy stank mutha fuckas go.
This is all hell now, we livin' in it,
But this bullshit'll be over in a minute,
Then it's off to the faygos and neden hoes,
New clothes, and patent leather for your toes. (woo woo)
And while ya sit around cryin' for ya dead friend,
He's chillin' up there, hey, gettin' mad ends.
He's probably there tryin' ta figure out why you're sad,
He's on the beach gettin' fat, you got it bad.
And for those who ain't down for the next man,
Who rob from the poor, and snatch all ya can,
And any chicken talkin' shit, lemme tell ya somthin',
Hold a lighter to your balls, and you'll see what's comin'.
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The beast lives, out of the raging storm, in the dead of night. the ravenous, blood-sick creature, searches for it's sacrifice. through the hideous darkness, it lurches. driven by death itself.
The satisfaction of slaughter will cause it to return to the darkness from which it came. *chorus* boys and girls, it's nighty-night time. happy j the clown has a nursery rhyme. it's about, the
E woogie man, keep your light on as long as you can, cuz when it cuts off, so does your head, boogie woogie woogie waits under your bed with a shank, splahh, up through the bottom. little jimmy
, uuuhhhh, got 'em! it's the one and only boogie man, he creeps, he hides, he sneaks, he slides, if your little feetsies are hanging off the edge of the bed, you're running on stubs mutha fucka!
Ll, moonlight fills the room that you sleep in, things go bump in the night, me creeping. ouch! fuck, i stubbed my toe! if you just quit leaving your shit all over the fucking floor. fuck it, yo
Dead anyway, and i'm gonna le
Ave your head smack dead in the hallway. in the morning, when your daddy walks out, aahhhh, his foot's in your mouth, thanks to the boogie man! *chorus* does the boogie man really exist? well, i
R mother a bald-headed freak bitch? yes, you fall asleep and wake up dead with a broken broom sticking out your forehead. i sing lullabies until you dose off, tie you down, and chew your fucking
Off, and then spit 'em out back in your face, spppewwaaa. fuck, wash your feet bitch! the world's famous boogie woogie wu will come to you, slumber parties, sleep overs, intimate nights, what e
He ocassion by the midnight hour. he will gladly come and fuck that shit up. i don't beat women, fuck that, i'm above it, but i'll cut her fucking neck and think nothing of it. "you didn't
The boogie man was a clown, but when you see the juggla, you holding your jugular." with a swing, chop, stab, swing, chop, you holding your neck together, but your nuts drop. and the cops d
Best they can, they pull the axe out y
Our face and say, "was it the boogie man? what was he wearing?" *chorus* please don't let me fall asleep, cuz the boogie man will creep, through my window, in my room, stab me with a b
Broom. please don't let me fall asleep, cuz the boogie man will creep, through my window, in my room, staaaahhhh......"boogie woogie woogie!" it's the incredible, undeadable boogie ma
Head, pull the covers over your head, hide under them, he don't give a fuck! it'll just make it that much more easier for him to suffocate your face! there's three ways to stop me from doing wh
Do......what? you think i'm gonna tell you? "mom, can you leave the door open a bit?" thanks, an easy way in you fucking idiot. now i stretch your neck out, and play it like a banjo, b
Darm, boom, darm, like that shit, yo? then i strech it out more and fling your head through the wall, it's the boogie man y'all!

"hey there, do ya like excitement?"
"yeah."
"do ya like suspense?"
"uh-huh."
"do you like nel carter?"
"tst-no."
"good, cuz you won't find her here, this is the house of horrors. and for
You it's absolutely free, step right in."
"thanks."
"say no more stupid-ass, your breath says enough."
Hello?
It's so dark.
Don't lose me.
C'mon, i found a door
Wabugawoo, waaa! welcome to the house of horrors,
Ya born in a barn, shut the fuckin' door.
Ya see, bam, cuz i'm about to scare ya
Bbbblblblblbl, okay now i dare ya
Close ya eyes, open up ya mouth, and count to ten,
Don't wanna, huh? cuz ya know my nuts are goin' in,
I'm twisted, i'll cut ya finger off, and stick it in ya butt
Ooouuuuhhhhhéand glue it shut
This is when i get get crazy, lemme show ya somethin',
Bbbbbbb! ya know what that means? it don't mean nothin', ha-ha!
But it scared ya, cuz people don't be doin' that shit,
But me, bbbbbbbb, bitch, bbbbb, now what about it? (bbbbbbbbb)
Guess what, i'm a serial killer, it's a bad habit,
I killed tony, lucky charms, and the silly rabbit,
Uh! cut the lights off, see that shit, i'm glowin'
Allright, i'm done, cut 'em back on, wait, where ya goin'?
Welcome to the house of horrors!
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Comes from within me, me, me.
Comes from within me, horrors, hey.
Comes from within me, me, me.
Come to the house of horrors, hey.
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Honey, i'm not haning a good time.
I know, c'mon, this must be the way out.
Hey, what the fuck, come in guys, grab a chair,
Don't mind me drinkin' my beer in my underwear.
C'mon, let's play some cardback, i just gotta cary,
"hey, keep it down in there, shaggs, what the hell?" sorry!
Look at that shit!(what?) you almost got me grounded,
I'm a have to take your forehead and pound it.
I'll bend you over, and tie you up to a pole,
And strech your nuts back, and fling 'em up your butthole!
I'm a phantom, listen to me, ahhh,
That didn't do it? how 'bout this? ahhhh!!!
I'm so scary, they call me joey terrifyin',
Did ya know that? (yeah) no ya didn't, i was lyin'!
I represent igors,
I'm yellin' in town,
I'm comin' outta southwest,
Wicked clowns!
Bathrooms? sure, it's right there, down the hall,
Don't flush it though, i'll make dinner for you all,
Amuck, naya, baaa, but that's two,
Wait a minute, hey, don't leave me yet, hey!
Welcome to the house of horrors!
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Honey?
What?
I'm s-scared.
I know, sweetie, come on!
(vocal interlude w/laughs)
Jump steady, nate the mack, lemme tell ya somethin',
Wit billy bill and rude boy, (what about 'em?) nothin'!
They're my boys, i just had to give 'em props,
And together we form the cyclops!
He-he-he-he-he look at you, he-he, you're a bitch.
Should i let you're ass go? ha-ha-ha-ha, no.
I'll let your bitch out, but you get the bone,
Run along sugar-tits, he ain't comin home.
"dont let the door hit you where the good lord split ya bitch."