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It was a soft gentle night
In the little town of, of, well, your town The gentle breeze swept the streets Creating that pleasant howl that these kind town folks Have enjoyed for so many, many years The wind chimes sent their peaceful melodies Into the ears of the sleepy residents But the unusual was approaching in the distance Something evil was heading towards this small town While the residents slept, something crept Slithered and crawled its way through the quiet streets Guided by the moon light These frightening strangers set up tents and rides Shows and games, there were savage jesters And wicked ringmasters There were horrid freak shows And sights only the impending doom will witness They brung with them the carnage That they had lived with for eternity The morning is a new day The people of this town will unwillingly witness The show of their lives, only rumored to exist You will be the next to die helplessly At the Carnival of Carnage |
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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(WooSha!) Fuck you up like that Psychopachics hatchet chops Slappin ninjas outta thier hidin' spots (WAKE SHAKE SHOOGA BOOGA BA) (Juggalo Nation is 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??? (FAYGO RIGHT HERE) ANYBODY CARE??? (NOBODY CARE) JOKER (JOKER) JOKER (JOKER) ANYBODY HERE??? (EVERYBODY HERE) WE GOT THE GEAR??? (FAYGO RIGHT HERE) ANYBODY CARE??? (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... [Jamie Madrox] I've been waggling my dick since the 7th Grade Freek show, Grabbin my balls, and get paid [Monoxide Child] Ask Mom Dukes bitch, we don't play My Hair wigged out, and my eyes are gray [Violent J] No more rappin, no more shows I'm going back to school, and working at Kyko's.. I wanna ride on campus on a mountain bike all day (Honk Sounds) 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, oh, uh, shit [Violent J] Please, 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) |
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[violent j]
I need a bitch, a special bitch I need a bitch who pussy poppin' booty switch I need a bitch, felatio On the freeway with my pedal to the flo' I need a bitch, like cheery pie I need a bitch like billy bill need a eye I need a bitch, an alcoholic I need a bitch pukin', bent over my toilet The bitchy bitch, bitchin' about nothin' I need a bitch to jizm in her bellybutton I need a bitch, a prostitute She'd f**k my homies and we could split the loot [chorus] I need my cheery pie Baby I want you, baby I want my cherry pie Baby I want you, baby I need my cherry pie Baby I want you, baby gimme my cherry pie Baby I want you, my cherry cherry pie [shaggy 2 dope] I need a bitch, fresh out the pen I need a bitch like harland williams need a chin I need a bitch, a mental case She cuts me cheap and shoots us both in the face I need a hoe, to use me for my money I need a bitch like ? ? ? ? ? I need a freak like cherry pie Like whipped cream and lemon che-che-cherry pie I need a woman , to let me hit it In the bushes raw at the herpe clinic I need a bitch, who like to fight And get her nose punched in like every night [chorus] [violent j] I need a bitch in a cheap hotel So I don't know which one to blame for the smell I need a bitch, that doesn't care She like to finger f**k her booty in the mirror Cherry pie, my cherry pie Cherry pie with lemon jell-o cherry pie I need a bitch hurricanranna A bitch who suck on dick like eminem mama I need a bitch, I need a slut I need a bitch who like bananas in her butt I need a bitch now more than ever I need a bitch who gots a head that I can sever I need my cherry pie [chorus] |
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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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(Violent J)
I'm kind of fat and I sweat a lot but that's the only bad coincidink I got That, and maybe the whole murdering aspect But we ain't really even got to that yet I love people, I love everything about them and that's why I gotta live life without them I know it don't make any sense to you but fuck you This songs about me exclusively Murder, murderous, murderation The murdering metality without an explanation I'm Mr. Happy and I ride a bike, ching I ain't got a seat I just sit on the pipe thing I whistle, I sing, I'll pet your poodle I'll twist and squeeze your neck like a wet noodle Cause I'm so happy I'll stab your ass and lay down next to you dead on the grass and say (Shaggy 2 Dope) Boy it feel so good every time I murder I get happy (Chorus) Happy happy happy It's found happy happy happy It's found happy happy happy It's found happy happy happy It's found murder murder murder you I'll murder murder murder you I'll murder murder murder you I'll murder murder murder you (Violent J) I love you, so hand me your neck Let me teach you about love and respect Respect the fact that I love to kill Wait a minute ya'll I gotta take my pill Zanoffs, it works, I'm down to only three people a day My victims, I give them love and care I don't wanna get blood everywhere I don't use a chainsaw or a butcher knike thats so 90's get it right I never mutilate or chop my loves All I really need is a pair of goves or maybe a car, I'll run 'em down with it I know that can be messy but the birds will get it Don't you see that I love you...idiots I'm Mr. Happy I'm all about fun (Shaggy 2 Dope) Now get in the pit and try to kill someone!!! Ooh it feel so good every time I murder I get happy (Chorus) Happy happy happy It's found happy happy happy It's found happy happy happy It's found happy happy happy It's found murder murder murder you I'll murder murder murder you I'll murder murder murder you I'll murder murder murder you (Violent J) My bike has a basket full of strawberries I picked them myself along with apples and cherries and lemons and oranges and boogers and limes Plus there's a Faygo in there but that's mine Red flowers like after your dead I plant seeds and grow 'em out the side of your head I got flowers all over the back yard in the form of a Joker's card Uh ohh feels good I'm like the Choko of my neighborhood I'm one of them midnight creeps at Denny's Talking to myself and lickin my pennys I got a french fry hangin out of my beard Don't go near that guy he's weird You know I'm all good and everythings all right When you hear this scream in the middle of the night Like this (Shaggy 2 Dope) Ooh it feel so good every time I murder I get happy (Chorus repeat until end) Happy happy happy It's found happy happy happy It's found happy happy happy It's found happy happy happy It's found murder murder murder you I'll murder murder murder you I'll murder murder murder you I'll murder murder murder you |
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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. |
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I Love my Faygo, my Nyquil pills, Shaggy, I love my buddies, my Hatchetman, but I love my axe
My axe is my buddy, I bring him when I walk Me and my axe will leave your head outlined in chalk My axe is my buddy, he always makes me laugh Me and my axe cut bigot spinal cords in half My axe is my buddy, and when I wind him back Me and my axe will give your forehead a buttcrack My axe is my buddy, I never leave without him Me and my axe will leave your neck a bloody fountain (Chorus 2x) Everybody everybody everybody run Murdering murdering murdering fun Swing swing swing Chop chop chop Swing swing swing Chop chop chop My axe is my buddy, we right the planet's wrongs Me and my axe leave bigots dead on richie lawns My axe is my buddy, he never makes me cry Me and my axe will leave a divot for your eye (TYLENOL INTERLUDE) My axe is my buddy, don't take him for a chump Me and my axe will leave you hoppin on a stump (Chorus 2x) Everybody everybody everybody run Murdering murdering murdering fun Swing swing swing Chop chop chop Swing swing swing Chop chop chop Look into the deadest tree, tell me baby what you see Don't you hear the branches cry, asking for the reasons why Did they hang so many men, from the branches off of them Why did humans make them play, with them in their evil way Look into the moon's beem, can't you fathom what it's seen Bodies dragging from a truck, driven by a bigot fuck Why you think the heavens cry, acid rain and blizzard skies Ain't no covering the tracks, that's why I'm here and oh yes My axe is my buddy, he'll thump into your head Me and my axe will meake your white hoodies red My axe is my buddy, you let that dixie wave Me and my axe will fuck your mother on your grave (TYLENOL INTERLUDE) My axe is my buddy, we both cry with the trees me and my axe will bring the devil to his knees (Chorus repeat until end) Everybody everybody everybody run Murdering murdering murdering fun Swing swing swing Chop chop chop Swing swing swing Chop chop chop |
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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 allour readers, 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} |
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(who is dat?)
aint nobody jealous everybody has they own nobody locked up everybody everybody is free to roam look at that scrubby (jus chillin) wit a hottie on his side look at them rich kids, poor kids everybody together on the same side and they down to ride lets go all the way (lets go all the way) lets go all the way lets go high high high lets go all the way (wiggie wiggie, wiggie wiggie) aint nobody left out everybody gets to go it could never be too crowded come on we still pickin up some mo' dont nobody hate you, playa hate you there aint no hate at all gotta hold out thier hands and catch you they'll catch you and they never will let you fall you aint gotta worry all Of Y'all lets go all the way (lets go all the way) lets go all the way lets go high high high lets go all the way never no sickness no sickness nobody has to die nobody has to die everythings answered right then and there never have to wonder why (you never have to wonder why no oh) wont nobody rush you no hurry be as long as you wanna be can you guess what this place is? your future make it a reality all you have to do is follow me lets go all the way (lets go all the way) lets go all the way lets go high high high lets go all the way (wiggie wiggie, wiggie wiggie) lets go all the way (lets go all the way) lets go all the way lets go high high high lets go all the way |
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I'm sweating again I always do
I should probably take anotha pill or 2 in the mirror I see the face of Frankenstein and that face is mine I go to work at subway slicin hams cut my finger off again (chop) I walk home try to dodge and hide from thugs that like to beat on scrubs I go through this all the time, though I call (j, where the fuck you at) (the mall) (did you get your ass stomped again) (naw,....yyesss,....so) nobody sees what I see do they? they just cast me inside put my away no friends, no style no place to go until I'm with juggalos [Chorus 2x] its all for you, its all for you, its calling you, its all that's left to do that's why its all for you look at me now man brain dead I can derail a fuckin train with my forehead I now live by the carnival deminions so muthafuck your opinions I'm a loonypath, I kill pedestrians family, neighbors, best of friends anybody, and if I don't kill em' I keep'em in my basement and drill'em just kiddin', all I really did was unlock the forbidden I just let my fuckin mind unwind I don't care what you think you don't intertwine fuck the world, fuck everybody in it even the sneaker pimps girl, I'd fuck her in a minute you can live to impress dress fresh bitch I don't care fuck everybody out there I smoke peace pipes with indian-war chiefs I steal jewels with chinese ninja thieves I kiss whales like gupies and crushwalls I through giant ice bergs like snow balls I serve title waves, drink molten rock ill put a fuckin tornado in a headlock I go to Italy and straighten that tower and whatever the fuck I want with the juggalo power [Chorus 2x] its all for you, its all for you, its calling you, its all that's left to do that's why its all for you here I go again, another day dealing with these muthafuckin idiots at subway its ok, because I see behind it and I keep myself reminded none of these robots 9-to-5 puppets that I see are any better than me mothafucker there just strugglin in the world they chose I'm waiting on the wagons with my juggalos |
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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*} |
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