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from Insane Clown Posse - The Great Milenko (1999)
Welcome to the Dark Carnival. The tunnel of love. Allow your emotions to run wild. Allow your passion to soar freely. Welcome to the Tunnel of love. (Play backwards and more messages can be heard) |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Great Milenko (1999)
(Chorus 2x)
Great Milenko (HaHa ha haha) Great Milenko (Hehe hehe Haha haha) Great Milenko (HaHa ha haha) Great Milenko (Hehe Hehe Haha haha) (Violent J) Come one, come all, and witness magic! I introduce to you, an occult sorcerer Of the ancient craft of Necromancy A caster of mind-bending illusions From the nether void of the shadow walkers Excelled from Shangri-La, The Great Milenko (Chorus 2x) Great Milenko (HaHa ha haha) Great Milenko (Hehe hehe Haha haha) Great Milenko (HaHa ha haha) Great Milenko (Hehe Hehe Haha haha) (Shaggy 2 Dope) Ladies and Gentlemen Witness the keeper of arcane, wicked voodoo magic A beguiler of spells, hexes, and curses With the help of potions, talismans, and ancient relics From the forbidden realms of the Dark Carnival Ladies and Gentlemen The Great Milenko (Chorus repeat until song ends) Great Milenko (HaHa ha haha) Great Milenko (Hehe hehe Haha haha) Great Milenko (HaHa ha haha) Great Milenko (Hehe Hehe Haha haha) |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Great Milenko (1999)
"Serial slaughtering stranglers
Jugging Juggling juggalos Folded, fat, floppy-tittied freaks I C fuckin P's in the house" Abracadabra boom shacka dae I'm Violent J, and I'm back like a vertebrae And I come with a hat full of tricks Trunk full of Faygo, car full of fat chicks Hahahahahahahaha, fuck you Wicked clowns, we'd like to say what up to The Cobra's, X-men, and Counts, and everybody with clown love Even sets I've never heard of Roll into town, and out with the big top Four cards down, and two more still to drop And when it does, I pack up and hit the road Cuz I don't wanna see your head EXPLODE Toss me an axe, and I'll toss you a dead chicken Add a buck, you get a two-liter with 'em And when the genie says on with the show It's hokus pokus jokers, Great Milenko. Once again, the psychotic carnival creatures in the haugh Hokus pokus, joker's ride, come take a spin on a carnie ride Southwest slithering snakes of darkness come Hokus pokus, joker's ride, come take a spin on a carnie ride Shazam BAM, shocka locka lokey Shaggy the clown back like scoliosis Call me a psycho-skitso freak And I'll call you by your name (dick-anus) Cuz I can give two shits and a fuck I bounce down Verner in a popcorn clown truck I'm a circus ninja southwest voodoo wizard. I grab your gizzard Jump on the carpet, let's take a spin Everybody's waitin for the show to begin Up to the top, by the neck, and let you go Try to land in a glass of Faygo Uh, you suck, you missed the fuckin glass Broken neck, and busted your fuckin ass But the genie says on with the show Hokus Pokus Jokers, Great Milenko. What awaits you after death, rub the lamp and explore Hokus pokus, joker's ride, come take a spin on a carnie ride Enter Milenko's Fun House, walk right through the wretched hall Hokus pokus, joker's ride, come take a spin on a carnie ride "Fuck em all, fuck em all Clown dawg, freak dawg Joker dawg, Milenko dawg" Fidgets of joker's cards blasting in your mother's face Hokus pokus, joker's ride, come take a spin on a carnie ride Rude Boy and Chucky down wit the clown First time we ever went to Mexican Town I remember, we couldn't pay the bill, they got hot And beat us down in the fuckin parking lot Tall Jess, Jump Steady, and Nate the Mack Tagged ICP by the train tracks And it was on, the dawn of a new day Magical carpets screaming down the freeway Walked in a gypsy's tent with a food stamp And walked out with a magical lamp, yeah I met Milenko, he gave me 3 wishes That night, I fucked 3 fat bitches Then get the fuck with it, forget it I'll rip your face off, and wipe my ass with it When the genie says on with the show Hokus pokus, jokers, Great Milenko Climb aboard our magic train and join us inside Hokus pokus, joker's ride, come take a spin on a carnie ride Fifty-two villians, hammered town, the show must go on Hokus pokus, joker's ride, come take a spin on a carnie ride Giant ladies, bearded ladies, midget ladies, ladies! Hokus pokus, joker's ride, come take a spin on a carnie ride Clowns of darkness and underneath them comes the cloud Hokus pokus, joker's ride, come take a spin on a carnie ride "Fuck that!" |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Great Milenko (1999)
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, mothafucka! 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 ping noise off his head. Since we out west, I had a little fun, And pulled his fuckin' tongue out the back of his cranium! (chors) 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! (chors) Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie. There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die. I might use a knife, (No!) I might use an ax, (yes!) The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks!(x2) 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 guardy 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 (chors) 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! (X3) |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Great Milenko (1999)
(chorus:)
How many times will I ask myself why, how many times? How many times will I ask myself why, how many times will I cry? (end chorus) (chorus) How many times will you honk your horn and say fuck you? Now what the fuck does that do? Ya feel better now? I didn't let ya pass, How 'bout I stop my car, and beat your fuckin' ass? How many times will my neighbor beat his wife? Somewhere in that house there's a butcher knife. Fuckin' drunk, swingin' his fists about, Why don't you wait till he sleeps, then take him out? How many times will I sit in a hot car? Traffic jam, been sittin' for a fuckin' hour. Must be an accident, I hope nobody died, Finally get there, and the crash is on the other side! The gawkers roll by and creep slow, Hopin' they can see a mangled body show. Some park, and stand there and watch it all, With their kids, they point, and fuckin' stare! (and just look!) I remember one time I was pulled over, Handcuffed, the cop was like, show's over. People watching, hoping that he shoots me, I just wanted to choke their fucking heads! (chorus w/vocal ad lib) (chorus) How many times will I wait in a line, It's three-thirty, I fuckin' got here at nine. I'm finally up to the front, can't wait another minute, Why am I here? To pay a fucking parking ticket. The lady at the counter acts like a fuckin' bitch, No smiles, no help, you're just a piece of shit, I'm gettin' pissed, calm down, fuck it, forget it, Back to my car, and there it is, another ticket! How many times will a crackhead smoke crack, And ask me for some money cuz he wants crack, Give him money, again, he's coming back, Walk away, and here's another, "Gimmie crack." How many time will a kid give a dirty look, A little punk-ass bitch tryin to be a crook, I wrote the book, I was out robbin' liquor stores, When you were just a nut stain in your mama'a drawers. (chorus w/vocal ad lib) (chorus) How many times will you steal my car stereo, It don't even work, ya feel like a bitch, don't ya? I vacuum all the fuckin' glass off from my seat, I sit down, and got a piece stuck in my butt-cheek. How many times did I walk in, and just sit, And have to listen, and learn all this bullshit, Learnin' history and science, fuckin' wait, Knowin' that, will that put food on my plate? Yeah, can I walk into McDonald's, into the counter, And tell 'em you can make limestone from gunpowder, Will they give me a cheeseburger if I know that shit? Fuck no, fuck you, and shut your fuckin' lip! How many times will a judge decide my fate, Who is he? A bitch! Nothin' great. He takes shits, and fuck his old floppy wife, Plays with his balls and judges my life! (And who the fuck is he? He judges my life!) (chorus w/vocal ad lib) (chorus) (chorus) (chorus) "Dawg, I peels caps all day long, mutha fucka. The call me the big wheeler cap peeler, ya know what I'm sayin'? I run this whole mutha fucka. The whole block, dawg. They call me the king. The big king. King killer big wheeler cap peeler, yeah. That's what they call me around this mutha fucka. I run this bitch. I got this bitch locked down. I'm a big gang banga, man. I'm a gang banga mutha fucka. See, they ain't think that we was gang bangin' out in this neighborhood, but they don't know about me and my clique, dawg. And if you all wanna be down, shit, we can sit down and talk, ya know what I'm sayin-" "BOBBY!!! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE RIGHT NOW AND FINISH YOUR HOMEWORK!" "Uh, here I come! Aw dawg, I gotta go, man. But look, meet me here tomorrow after school. Oh wait, I got yearbook. Awright, meet me here around five-thirty tomorrow, dawg. Awright guys, peace." "I hope he doesn't get grounded, dude." "Yeah, me too, 'cause then we couldn't be gang bangers." |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Great Milenko (1999)
Voodoo, runnin' from my magic
Brain insane, suga wooga pie Southwest voodoo's in the haugh! Wicked voodoo, dope dark killer Magic, dark magic Met this kid named Louie Lou He thought he could fuck with this voodoo So I turned his head into a lima bean And then flicked it off his shoulders From Mookan House to Shangri-La Egyptian Pharaoh, coompata Follow me, and join us as we pray To the seventeen moons of Coonga Del Ray Walked in the lunchroom chantin' spells With bamboo bitches and voodoo bells Got my own food, who wants some? I got possum nipples and raccoon tongue A non-believer once started to laugh So I launched a fireball up his punk-ass Then everybody heard him squeal "This voodoo shit's for real!" It just takes... A head from a newt, a wing from a bat A tongue from a snake, a tail from a rat A neck from a chicken, an eye from a crow And a little itty bitty little drip of Faygo Brain insane, suga wooga pie Southwest voodoo's in the haugh! Wicked voodoo, dope dark killer Magic, dark magic Brain insane, suga wooga pie Southwest voodoo's in the haugh! Wicked voodoo, dope dark killer Magic, dark magic Crypt on Verner on a windy night You see voodoo scribblings in the moonlight Painted all on the city street It's the ancient craft of gang bangin Hey! J! What's in the bag? A shrunken head, and shriveled scrotum sac Why? Ya think voodoo's fake? Come to the graveyard, I'll make the dead wake "Raise, raise, shooga-boom ba. Sleep no longer, raise, quick Raise, raise, shooga-boom ba, Leave us alone, you fuckin' punk bitch!" Well, fuck it, I ain't that good yet But one day you can bet I'm a freak We'll make the whole world dance with the dead And just like my homey said It only takes... A head from a newt, a wing from a bat A tongue from a snake, a tail from a rat A neck from a chicken, an eye from a crow And a little itty bitty little drip of Faygo Brain insane, suga wooga pie Southwest voodoo's in the haugh! Wicked voodoo, dope dark killer Magic, dark magic Brain insane, suga wooga pie Southwest voodoo's in the haugh! Wicked voodoo, dope dark killer Magic, dark magic Voodoo running from my magic Voodoo running from my magic Voodoo running from my magic I'll make a voodoo doll out of ya and flick your nuts A head from a newt, a wing from a bat A tongue from a snake, a tail from a rat A neck from a chicken, an eye from a crow And a little itty bitty little driiiipppppppp... A head from a newt, a wing from a bat A tongue from a snake, a tail from a rat A neck from a chicken, an eye from a crow And a little itty bitty little drip of Faygo!!!! Brain insane, suga wooga pie Southwest voodoo's in the haugh! Wicked voodoo, dope dark killer Magic, dark magic Brain insane, suga wooga pie Southwest voodoo's in the haugh! Wicked voodoo, dope dark killer Magic, dark magic |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Great Milenko (1999)
Ticket please, thanks, walk through the door
Into the Halls Of Illusions, visit yours And see what coulda and shoulda and woulda been real But you had to fuck up tha whole deal "Lets take a walk down the hallway It's a long way it, it takes all day!" And when you get to tha end, you'll 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 to bad it ain't what it seems You walk in and see two kids on the floor They playin Nintendo and he's got tha high score And sittin behind them chillin in a chair Is your wife, when ya look, oh, you ain't there It's some other man in the hand in hand Now she looks so happy you 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 ya 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 it and shove it in ya ear And you're death comes wicked painful and slow At tha hands of MILENKO! Great Milenko, wave your wand Don't look now, your life is gone This is all because of you What you got yourself into Great Milenko, wave your wand Don't look now, your life is gone This is all because of you What you got yourself into Look who's next it's Mr. Clark The dirty old man from the trailer park You got your ticket? Thanks take your coat off And later on, why not, I'll rip your throat off "Lets take a walk down the hallway It's a long way it, it takes all day" And when you get to the end you'll find a chair You see all the blood, yeah your 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 you burn What do we have here, oh yeah, no way It looks like your kids and they okay Your daughter's chillin up in college top grade And your son's a fuckin doctor, phat paid They got families and kids and it's all good They even coach little league in the neighborhood Is this true have ya really seen tha holy ghost? Nah, 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 on the telephone And that reminds me man hey ya gotta call Watch your step to Hell...it's a long fall! Great Milenko, wave your wand Don't look now, your life is gone This is all because of you What you got yourself into Great Milenko, wave your wand Don't look now, your life is gone This is all because of you What you got yourself into Ah, it's time to pack up and move to the next town But we forgot Mr. Bigot, okay, dig it We can't show you an illusion cuz we're all packed But I'll still cut ya neck out, hows that? Great Milenko, wave your wand Don't look now, your life is gone This is all because of you What you got yourself into Great Milenko, wave your wand Don't look now, your life is gone This is all because of you What you got yourself into Great Milenko, wave your wand Don't look now, your life is gone This is all because of you What you got yourself into 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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from Insane Clown Posse - The Great Milenko (1999)
I'm still here under the moon (2x)
I was just a child but you seemed like so much more The way you would approach me and drift across the floor I'd see you in the hall, and you'd kiss me with a smile I never understood it, was I even worth your while? The others kids at school, they would hate me and they'd spit Cuz I was just a no one, to them I wasn't shit But you would always hold me and stand there by my side We were only seventeen; we'd be together till we died But then it all happened on the ever dreadful day Somebody tried to rape you and now I'll make him pay You pointed him out to me, my thoughts began to race I took my daddy's forty-five and shot him in the fucking face!!! I did it all for you, and though I'm facing years I would do the time just to equal all your tears The last thing that you told me when I left the courtroom Is that we'd always be together, cuz we're both under the moon (CHORUS) I'll forever love you, even in your doom We'll always be together cuz we're both under the moon I'll forever love you, even in your doom We'll always be together I sit here in my cell and the walls are made of stone I've justified your pain, but now I sit alone I write another letter, I write one every day I never got a letter back, I write em anyway I try to call collect, your number has been changed I'm staring at the light bulb and I start to feel deranged You never came to visit me, I sit facing the glass No one's on the other side, now it's in the past My head is always spinning, I'm pounding on the wall I feel like I'm forgotten, no sign of you at all You're probably getting married, you're probably getting fucked I'll break out of this cage and try to cut that motherfucker up I curl up in the corner, my body will corrode My teeth are turning into dust, skin is growing mold I'm staring out the window of my eternal doom I know that you are out there, somewhere underneath the moon [Chorus (1x)] Many, many years, many more to go Does she still remember? God, he only knows I've now become a savage, They chain me to a wall I still can see no body, I still can hear no call I'm nothing but a maggot, I'm locked away and lost The world it doesn't want me, my dignity is tossed And to the girl for whom I feel this doom Look here, fuck you and the moon Hey! Fuck you and the moon (5x) [Chorus (8x)] I'm still here under the moon I'm still here under the moon (still under the moon) |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Great Milenko (1999)
What is a Juggalo? Let me think for second,
well, oh. He gets butt naked, and then he walks through the streets winking at freaks, with 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'd tell her that her butt stinks, and all that! What is a Juggalo? He drinks like a fish, 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 window.......................ohhh!!!!!! chorus: What is a Juggalo? A juggalo, that's what it is well fucked 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. What is a Juggalo? A juggalo, that's what it is well fucked 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. I'm a Jugalugalugalo! Get the fuck up, get the fuck outta here!! 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? Conne... man that shit is wack... don't worry 'bout my shit just rap motherfucker! What is a Juggalo? He ain't a bitch boy, he'll walk through the hills and beat down a rich boy walks right in ya house while ya having supper, and dip his nuts in ya soup, bloop! What is a Juggalo? Well he ain't a phoney, he'll walk up and bust a nut in ya macaronis, and watch you sit there and finish off the last bit, cuz your a stupid ass dumb fuckin idiot! What is a Juggalo? He's a graduate, he graduated from............well, at least he got a job, he's not a dumb putz He works for himself scratchin his nuts, ha. What is a Juggalo? A Hulk-o-maniac, he power-bombs motherfuckers into thumb-tacks People like him til they find out he's unstable. He Sabued your ma through a coffee table!! Chorus to fade |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Great Milenko (1999)
"Hey there, do you like excitement?" (yeah)
"Do you like suspense?" (uh huh) "Do you like Nel Carter?" (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" Woboogawoo WAAA!! Welcome to the House of Horrors Were you born in a barn, shut the fuckin door And sit down cuz I'm about to scare you Blubablubabluba, okay now I dare you Close your eyes, open up your mouth, and count to ten Don't wanna, huh, cuz you know my nuts are going in I'm twisted, I'll cut your finger off, and stick in your butt (gasp) and glue it shut This is when I get crazy, lemme show you something Brrrr! You know what that means, it don't mean nothin, haha But it scared you cuz people don't be doing that shit But me brrr! bitch brrr! I'm all about it (brrrr!!!) Guess what I'm a serial killer, it's a bad habit I killed Tony, Lucky Charms, the silly rabbit, UH! Cut the lights, see that shit, I'm glowing Alright, I'm done, turn em back, wait, where you going? Welcome to the house of horrors Comes from within me (in me, in me) Comes from within me, horrors, eh "Honey, I'm not having a good time" "I know. Come on, this must be the way out." Hey, what the fuck, come here guys, grab a chair Don't mind me drinkin' my beer in my underwear Come on, let's play some cardback, I just got Atari "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 stretch your nuts back and flick em up your butthole I'm a phantom, listen to me, ahhhhh That didn't do it? How about this? AHHHH!!!! I'm so scary, they call me Joey Terrifying Did you know that?, "yeah", no you didn't I was lying "I represent E-corps I'm yelling in town I'm coming out of southwest WICKED CLOWNS!!!" Bathroom? sure, it's right there down the hall Don't flush it though, I'll make dinner for you all (mumbles) I'm possessed too Wait a minute, eh, don't leave me yet, hey! Welcome to the House of Horrors Comes from within me (in me, in me) Comes from within me, horrors, me Comes from within me (in me, in me) Comes from within me, horrors, me "Honey?" "What?" "I'm scared" "I know, sweety, come on" Run, hide, run, hide, Hahahahahahahahahaha run, hide, run, hide, ha ha ha haaaa haha haha ha run, hide, run, hide, hoo hoo hoo hooo ha ha ha haha run, hide, run, hide, hahahahahahahahahaha Jump Steady, Nate the Mack, lemme tell you something With Billy Bill and Rude Boy, what about em, nothing They're my boys, I just had to give em props And together we form the cyclops Hahahahaha look at you, haha, you're a bitch Should I let your ass go? hahahaha, no I'll let your bitch out, but you get the bone Run along sugar tits, he ain't coming home "Don't let the door hit you where the good lord split you, bitch" |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Great Milenko (1999)
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 Only the satisfaction of slaughter will cause it to return to the darkness from which it came... Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (hiiiiiiiiiii)Boys and girls, it's nighty night time Happy J the Clown has a nursery rhyme It's about, The Boogie 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, shpah!, up through the bottom Little Jimmy Jimmy 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 runnin on stubs motherfucker!!! Wellllllll, moonlight fills the room that u sleep in Things go bump in the night, me creeping Ouch! Fuck! I stubbed my toe If you'd just quit leaving your shit all over the fuckin floor Fuck it, you're dead anyway And I'm gonna leave your head smack dead in the hallway In the morning, when your daddy walks out (AAAAHHH!!!) His foots in your mouth, thanks to the Boogie Man Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (here comes the boogie man) Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (haha haha haha haha) Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (make way for the boogie man) Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (mom! dad! haha! haha!) Does the Boogie Man really exist? Welllll, is your mother a bald-headed freak bitch? yes! You fall asleep and wake up dead With a broken broom stickin out yo forehead I sing lullabies until you dose off Tie you down and chew your fuckin toes off And then spit 'em out back in your face Fuck, wash your feet bitch! The world famous Boogie Woogie Wu will come to you Slumber parties, sleepovers, intimate nights Watever the occasion for the midnight hour He will gladly come and fuck that shit up I don't beat women, fuck that, I'm above it (no no) But I'll cut her fucking neck and think nothing of it You didn't know the Boogie Man was a clown But when you see the juggla your holding your jugular" With a swing, chop, stab, swing, chop You're holding your neck together, but your nuts drop And the cops do the best they can They pull the ax out your face and say "Was it the Boogie Man?" Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (what was he wearing?) Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (haha haha haha haha) Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (make way for the boogie man) Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (mom! dad! haha! haha!) Please don't let me fall asleep Cuz the Boogie Man will creep Through my window in my room Stab me with a broken broom! Please don't let me fall sleep Cuz the Boogie Man will creep Through my window in my room Stab- ... BOOGIE WOOGIE WOOGIE! It's the incredible, undeadable Boogie Man Go ahead, 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 what I do Wat? you think I'm a 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 Boomchicka boomchicka like that shit, yo Then I stretch it out more and fling ur head through the wall It's the Boogie Man y'all Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (here comes the boogie man) Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (haha haha haha haha) Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (make way for the boogie man) Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (mom! dad! haha! haha!) |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Great Milenko (1999)
(Host Intro)
Let's meet contestant #1 He's a schitzophrenic serial killer clown, Who says women love his sexy smile. Let's find out if his charm will work on Sharon. Sharon, what's your question? (Sharon) Contestant #1, I believe first impressions last forever, so let's say you were to come over to my parents' house and have dinner with me and my family. Tell me what you'd do to make that first impression really stay. Let's see, hmm, well 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 up 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 his fuckin lips! It's dinner time, while hearin' grace from your mother. I pull a 40 out and pour some for your little brother. I'm steady, staring at your sister, I'll tell you this, you know for only 13 she got some big tits! After that, your dad would try to jump again, and only this time I'd put the 40 to his chin! After your mom does the dishes and the silverwear, I'd dry fuck her 'till I nut in my underwear!!!! (Host) Now let's meet contestant #2, He's a psychopathic derranged crackhead freak Who works for the Dark Carnival. He says women call him stretch nuts. Sharon, let's hear your question. (Sharon) I like a man who's not afraid to show his true emotions. A man who expresses himself in his own special way. #2, if you fell in love with me, exactly how 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, I'd probably show you that I care, by takin all these other mutha fuckers outta here! I'd go through your phonebook and whack 'em all, and find contestant #1 and break his fuckin jaw! (what) Anyone who looked at ya, would have to pay I'd be blowin' fuckin' nuggets off all day! I'd Grab your titties, and stretch em down past your waist, let em go, and watch 'em both spring up in your face. I'd sing love songs to ya, the best I can, get ya naked and hit it like a CAVEMAN! Then we'd go to the beach and walk through the sand. I'd throw a little in your face and say I'm just playin'. As you spit it all out, I'll rub your back, and grab your underwear and wedge it up your ass crack!!!! (Host) Well it sounds like contestant #2 is just overflowing with sensitivity Sharon, It's a tough choice so far, Sharon, let's have your last question And see which one is gonna win 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 lines be? Whoever's the smoothest wins! Ok, first, I'd slide up to the bar, and tell you that I can't believe how fuckin' fat you are! I'd tell ya that I like the way you make your titties shake, And if you lost a little weight you'd look like Ricki Lake. Fuck,that! You'd be jackin' me quick! I'd order you a drink, and stir it with my dick, and then to get your attention in a crowded place, I'd simply walk up and stick my nuts in your face! Yeah, freak her with your nuts, yo that'll get her! Tell her that she's fat, yeah, that'll work even better! Look, fuck you, I gotta strong rap shit You don't want contestant #2 he's mad whack. I walked into a barn, and there he was, standing on a bucket (eeeuuugghhh) tryin' ta fuck it It was a big fucking smelly ass farm llama. Damn, dogg! How you gonna diss yo mama? |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Great Milenko (1999)
[preacher] "Give God the first portion of your income, say that with me."
[crowd repeats] "Give God the first portion of your income." [preacher] "Give it first! Not after the deducts. Not after the social security, and the hospitalization, and the malnutrition. Not after all these things on ya check, ya say 'I'ma give God a little what's left.' You do, and that's what you gonna get from God." Who am I? I'm not the Devil, I can take you to my level, Above the rocks, above the earth, Tell me what your soul is worth. How much money do you make? How much will you let me take? I will give you tranquility, Just send you wealth and checks to me. Life is going to expire, And your soul will burn in fire. You will perish in the thunder, Unless you call my hotline number. God has asked you to make me rich, Me and my fat-rat gaudy bitch. On your T.V.'s late at night, Send those checks, and I'll guide you to the light. [preacher] "Don't put away your wallets just yet, brothers and sisters. There's somebody here I'd like all of you to meet. This is little Jonathan. Jonathan, say hello to the lovely people." [Jonathan] "Hello." [preacher] "Jonathan has problems. Twisted neck, tangled legs, crooked spine! But we can heal this boy! For just, uh, six thousand dollars, we can heal this boy!" God called me and then stopped by, And he told me you're gonna die, Unless you buy my holy water, (Check, cash, or a money order.) This is true, don't question me, I'll even send you shit for free. It's only ten buck for the call, And I'll send a prayer, no charge at all. Put your lips up to the screen, Close your eyelids, and intervene, Your lips to mine, now send the cash, And while you're there, you can kiss my ass. Take your paycheck, and send me half, And I'll send you God's autograph. I'll get you Allah's, and Bhuddah's too, Even Zeus, I dont give a fuck who, Just send me that money. [preacher] "Would you like to be healed, little Jonathan?" [Jonathan] "Yeah, Reverend." [preacher] "You see, brothers and sisters, this-" Beep-beep! Beep-beep! [preacher] "Excuse me. [under breath] I told him never to page me on a sermon day. Yes? Uh-huh. Hallelujah. Outtie. People, that was the lord, today only, he will heal this boy, for just five thousand dollars!" Pass the collection plate Pass the collection plate Pass the collection plate Pass the collection plate (Show me how you give, I'll tell you how to live.) Your total's twenty-two eleven, For your set of keys to heaven. Make the checks out in my name, Me or God it's all the same. Bring your crippled ass to me, Pay my usher the holy fee. I'll bless your legs, and bless your chair, Then wheel your bitch-ass outta here. Now a special ceremony, This part don't cost any money. Drip a drop of blessed water, Now I fertalize your daughter. Even though I fucked a hooker, Took your baby girl and shook her, You still buy everything I sell, And I'm livin' well See you in hell. [preacher] "Four-thousand eight-hundred, nine-hundred, five thousan-Hallelujah! You did it, brothers and sisters! Are you ready, Jonathan? Lord almighty, we've met your price, give me the healing power, I can feel it! Lord! Rumilumilamanamanumi! This boy is healed!" [Jonathan] "Huh?" [preacher] "Now, to the naked eye, it would appear that this boy has not been healed, but I can assure you, this boy's spirit has been healed! Inside this tangled, mangled frame is a healed little boy. His spirit is healed! Hallelujah!" [one sided phonecall to a restaurant] "Country Cookin', can I take your order?... You want the red-eye gravy with that?... With chitlins or black-eyed peas?... Lemme cypher up your bill, here... That comes to fourteen ninety-five... Okay, be ready quicker that two jiggles of a jackrabbit's ass." |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Great Milenko (1999)
This one goes out to the ninjas
Thats been down since Carnival of Carnage Nah, fuck that, since Dog Beats Nah, fuck that, since Basement Cuts, motherfucker How long will the juggalos be down with me? How long till they forget me, check it out What if I grew another fucking head And his name was Violent Ed And he head butt me every time I cussed I would need two microphones when I bust Would you show me love even with another head Or would you be like, "Fuck you and Ed" Or what if I sold out like a bitch And took the make-up off and went soft, eww Called myself Detroit Southwest Lover And put my ugly ass face on the album cover With R & B top ten hits And we had Jodeci singing all over our shit (aaahhhh!!!!) Fuck that, though, yo, I'm a juggalo So don't forget me like you did with Menudo What about when the world's like fuck us kill us, what will you be? (down) What about when I'm 103, what will you be? (down, down) What about when the world's like fuck us kill us, what will you be? (down) What about when the carnival comes to your town? (i'm a be down with the clown) How long will you be down with a ghetto puppet I say I'm sick in the nugget and you love it I ate a dead body, I ain't proud of it I told you all about it, and you all applauded (HEY!!) I got problems, I'm haunted by a carnival I could run and tell a doctor, but what for I just put it on tape with a fat beat And make a quick buck, I'm like fuck I could of came out sportin some Hammer pants Kick-steppin with Shaggs, and tryin to dance Making mom happy, keeping it soft I'd rather grab my dick and tell your mom to fuck off! I know then you'd probably start to trip And swing at me, but hit Violent Ed in the lip Look I don't even know what I'm trying to say Just don't forget me like you did with Rob Bass What about when the world's like fuck us kill us, what will you be? (down) What about when I'm 103, what will you be? (down, down) What about when the world's like fuck us kill us, what will you be? (down) What about when the carnival comes to your town? (i'm a be down with the clown) I'm a be down, I'm a be down Down with the clown till I'm dead in the ground(12x) |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Great Milenko (1999)
(Violent J)
Jump out of bed and I head for the grapenuts Eat em quick or they soggy and that sucks Trying to find a clean pair of socks and a shirt Still sporting the same drawers even though they hurt In the fridge, there's a Faygo, it tastes ill Cause it's flatter then a bitch on a Big Wheel I got a few moneybacks and a little change So I'm heading to the store when the phone rings (Shaggy 2 Dope) What up man, check it out, I know this bitch She's got another friend with her and her dad's rich If we find us a ride out to Wyandotte Guarenteed, we can fuck em both on the spot (Violent J) Oh shit, let me call Bill Bill I wanna go and let my nuts do the windmill He ain't home, fuck, I'll call Mike Clark Cause I know he can get the fuckin Skylark He said he can, but he's broke and it needs gas But I wanna buy this Faygo, think fast I know my brother, Jumpsteady's, got a few bones But that's going through his shit when he ain't home (Shaggy 2 Dope) Nevermind J, Legs loned me a ten No need to get punched in your head again Tell Mike to scoop me up right away And it's Faygo and neden hoes all day (Violent J) Fuck yeah, I throw my Pro Wings on my feet Lock the house, and wait for em in the street I wish I had a piece of gum or something fuck My mouth still kinda tastes grapenuts Here they come, nope, it wasn't them Seems like the same car's driving by again It pulls up, "hey man, you're outta luck" What, what ya say man Fuck |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Great Milenko (1999)
"Does this excite you? Think about it! Does it not stagger the
imagination? No builder owner 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 of being moved out of it. It will be yours forever." [Shaggy 2 Dope] I got shot.. Ah!, 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 Reinkeys 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 momma got clown luv Japanese, Lebanese, and Chinese, Portuguese, and southwest ghetto g's (woop woop!) 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, Shaggs?" 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. [Chorus (2x)] We all gonna die, but I'm not gonna fry Even though most never try I'm not gonna let this pass me bye, no [Violent J] I was born, first, they threw me in a shit pile 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 with it Cuz I can, cuz I'm phat paid I got a five story funhouse with a maid And she walks around with her titties hanging out And when I cough, she come and dust my balls off (woop woop!) I'm headed up to the show, I'm gonna see Jimi Hendrix, Selena, and Eazy 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' to cabbage patch And to think, I've always been afraid to die But I ain't never goin back to wonder why. [Chorus (2x)] We all gonna die, but I'm not gonna fry Even though most never try I'm not gonna let this pass me bye, no "Does this excite you? Think about it! Does it not stagger the imagination? No builder owner can concieve any structure to compare to the mansions above." [Violent J] Did ya ever burn your finger on somethin? hey Well picture this, your nuts burnin that way And a roman candle stickin' in your butthole That's where the greedy snake motherfuckers go [Shaggy 2 Dope] This is our 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 (woop woop!) [Violent J] And while you sit around cryin' for your dead friend He's chillin' up there, paid, getting mad ends He's probably there tryin to figure out why you're sad He's on the beach gettin' fat, you got it bad [Shaggy 2 Dope] 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, let me tell ya something Hold a lighter to your balls, and you'll see what's coming [Chorus (2x)] We all gonna die, but I'm not gonna fry Even though most never try I'm not gonna let this pass me bye, no "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 of being moved out of it. It will be yours forever." [Chorus (10x)] We all gonna die, but I'm not gonna fry Even though most never try I'm not gonna let this pass me bye, no |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Forgotten Freshness Vol.1&2 (2005)
If your nuts hang
And you bang in a gang Then tell me are you down with the clowns? Hey bitch boy Whatchu doin around here you little bitch? Don't you know your a clown now bitch boy? Forks up, forks down we all got clown love bitch face Hey what's your name? "Richie".. Bitchy? You down with the clown bitchy? You better run your little bitch ass home you little punk ass bitch Smell the air that makes you sick Psycho sick, psycho sick In your town and gets inside your brain Psycho sick insane Who's to blame for what they've done? Aint the one, paint the gun I'm the Juggalagalocoroni Best believe me lonely Some will say I'm in a gang Gun to bang, nuts to hang Like the wicked jokers down river Quick to cut your liver Sometimes bangers and they doom boom, boom, boom, shalock-lock, boom I'm the other gang that's the offenda But you best rememba It don't matter which you pick Cuz they sick, psycho sick Now I'll cut your richie ass, up, bitch Cuz they got Much Clown Love Hey Vato Yo fuck, I guess you don't know, never come around here Hey Vato Damn bitch, its all about clown love (x2) If your nuts hang And you bang in a gang Then tell me Are you down with the clown? (Hey) I like riding on your daughties Drinkin 40's at clown parties Then I go back home to sewer drain Call me shit for brains I'm the joker junkie hobo Fuck a bozo, pack a bobo Watch me balance a telephone wires Psycho set in fires Caught me naked in a tree Wasn't me I C P Yes I sing in a rock and roll band "Hey dude, what's up man?" B-B-B-B-Boo had to scare ya Rip and tear ya, cuz I dare ya Cuz to body used to like to like to fuck But now you dissed the buck Buck, Buck, Buck, Bang, Bang, Bang Gang, Gang, Bang, ghetto slang Better ask someone about Violent J, hey I got Much Clown Love Hey Vato Yo fuck, I guess you don't know, never come around here Hey Vato Damn bitch, its all about clown love (x2) If your nuts hang And you bang in a gang Then tell me Are you down with the clown? Wicked town, wicked clown Lets go ride the murder go round Lunatic, Lunatock Beat you with a cinder block Bitchy hoe, bitchy bitch Smack you cross your fuckin lips Jugglers say, talk to much I'm a nail your mouth shut Die and sick of what you said Swing my axe upside your head Place the barrel in your mouth Blow your fuckin tonsils out I'm a mime watch me go Stu or Franky bitch ass hoe I drop lines, make quick bucks And your daughter sucks my nuts Back to no, jokers wild Yeah (I said it, Wicked Wild) And I'll cut your bitchy ass, up, bitch A lot of Much Clown Love Hey Vato Yo fuck, I guess you don't know, never come around here Hey Vato Damn bitch, its all about clown love (x2) if your nuts hang and you bang in a gang Then tell me are you down with the clown hey Hey Vato Yo fuck, I guess you don't know, never come around here Hey Vato Damn bitch, its all about clown love (x4) much clown love |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Forgotten Freshness Vol.1&2 (2005)
J, do you have a Halloween story for the class?
Ye-ye-yeah, um there was this boy and he lived in his house and um, he went to bed one day and then when he woke up um, and when he woke up he was, he was up to his head in the dirt and um, he couldn't move and this man came walkin along but instead of the man helping him out the man just started kickin him and kickin him in his face over and over and then he got the lawn mower and then he..... Trick or Treat, bone apetit All the little kiddies runnin down my street Gathering candy treats door to door But they walk pass mine, what for? Probably cuz the pumpkins on my porch are real Real human heads carved out with steel Cut out the eyes man it takes but a minute Rip out the b-b-b-b-brains and put a candle in it Maybe they leave cuz I take 'em inside Come and meet mother, 2 years ago she died Little boys laugh cuz they think it's just a dummy But then the smell hits 'em, mmm, smells yummy Open your bag and I give you my treat Crusty yellow toes off a dead woman's feet Take me by the hand and I lead you down stairs And that little Jimmy is were you'll spend the next 7 years Staring and weakening chained to the wall Starin at a roach hoping it will crawl Into your mouth for a tasty cuisine Yes my little friends, it's the Dead Pumpkin Halloween Ahhhhh yeah it's that special time of year boys and girls So come to the pumpkin patch and bring your panty sacks So I can shit in 'em you bitch Well I love all the children but I can't fuck around Don't come to my door dressed as a clown Cuz you never know I might take it the wrong way Cuz I'm the real wicked Juggalocaro Violent J All year round but I love my Halloween You never get an apple or a purple jellybean Droplets of chocolate a licorice snack Instead you get a deep friend French poodle nutsack Looking out my door I see no children in sight Perhaps there all dead, yesterday was devils night They burn down the city and they leave the crispy chard light myself on fire and dance around my backyard All the pretty girlies I can see were your at Sitting on your window I can turn into a bat Watchin you remove all your little clothesies for bed I crashed through your window and land on your head Drinking the blood that has gone through the bone Now I must leave mothers calling me home Up to the moonlight I'm gone from the scene Peace to Detroit city, and have a Dead Pumpkin Halloween Yeah I'll snatch your little candy bag Only I'm a tie it around your mutha fuckin neck And choke you with it wicked clown style Ha ha fuck..Detroit's in this bitch,check it out muthafucka..yeah..wicked clown's in this muthafucka..Jump steady in this muthafucka..wicked clown in this muthafucka..and you watch this muthafucka..Chucky muthafucky in this shit..violent J in this muthafucka..rude boy in this muthafucka.. stupid in this muthafucka..mike mike in this muthafucka.. faygo this mothafucka..all this in this muthafucka..check it out..violent J in this muthafucka..2dope in this muthafucka..wicked Joe in this muthafucka.! |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Forgotten Freshness Vol.1&2 (2005)
(woman's voice)
Why dont you go into the next room and start getting undressed? What's your pleasure? (x3) Fat sweaty Betty The bitch ain't nuttin' new Her ma's used to babysat me back when we was two We drove to the playground And to the skatin' rink Then we'd go under the bleachers And she'd let me hit the "stank" wit'er Then she moved across town And never came back Until the other day I seen her at the chicken shack She said her name was Betty I can't believe the shit The sexy little girl is now a fat sweaty biiiiitch She said hey J Tell me how ya' been She had a piece of chicken gizzard stuck to her chin I told her hold still Then I flicked it off her face And said Betty, oh, Betty W'don't you say we leave this place I took her back to the crib and hit it all night I let my fingers run across her rippled celulite OOOOHH it was nasty But I don't let it bother me She rolled over'n fuckin' knocked the wind outta' me I couldn't breathe She wouldn't stop I'm almost dead I took the lamp And busted it on her fuckin' head We got dressed I gave'er a little kiss g'bye Fat sweaty Betty My fat sweaty punkin' pie (chorus) Fat sweaty Betty Tell me when you're ready Fat sweaty Betty Tell me when you're ready Big fat flop of shit What people called Betty Flaps of fat on the back'er neck Sweaty Boogers runnin' out'er nose All over her lips Ya' can't tell the difference from her titties to her hips But fuck all that Cuz' I wanna' see the neden. I had to see the cat The cheesy cheetah chedden I rode my bike to her house Said "Yo, Betty let me in I'm packin' some snack cakes Bitch let me in" (Thump, thump) I can hear her comin' down the stairs She opened up the door in her motha' fuckin' underwear EEEWWWWW, Shit, Fuck that! I'm turnin' back But no, the door shut And she's goin' for the cake snacks I said "Relax, ho I'm here on business You can have the candy first you gotta' wait a bit I need a favor C'mon Betty drop'em drawers" AAAHHHH, I knew it Betty had balls Oh, no Here comes that ass From the top of the dresser With the Yokazuna splash I wish I never came Oh boy, do I wish She's fat sweaty Betty The sweaty fat biiiiitch (chorus) |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Forgotten Freshness Vol.1&2 (2005)
O.K. class, um. Please settle down now.
I'd like to introduce our new student, uh. Uh, Willy Bubba. Willy is from Kentucky. And uh Willy. I'll be your teacher. My name is Misses Felby. Well, I droped outta school but I still hang in the hall. And there I was, you'll never guess what I saw. Maybe a chicken, I thought it was a duck. But it was a redneck fuck, so I walked up. Hey Willy Bubba, hubba bubba lubba. My name's Violent J, but my homies call me chicken plucka. I been down with the clowns since day one. I'ts day two. I guess I got some pluckin to do. In these parts, we tie you to he desk. And all I never take blows to ya chest. Fists to ya chin. Kicks to ya head. Last year we killed a kid dead. PAH!!! "Oh, my fault..." Walked in the school, there's hay in the hallway. Leadin to ya locker. Walk up and sock ya. Then bounce ya head around the classroom and act nutty. The teacher walks in and aksed everybody... body... body... Chorus- Who kicked Willy Bubba's ass? -I did! Did you do it right here in the class? Sho' did! Did you puch him the face? Did you slap in the mouth? Did you kick him in the forehead? Yup, yup... Who kicked Willy Bubba's ass? -I did! Did you do it right here in the class? Sho' did! Did you puch him the face? Did you slap in the mouth? Did you kick him in the forehead? Yup, yup... (Nice to get back to the high school crowd where your alive.) Willy Willy Bubba Hubba Lubba Dubba Dilly. Tell me why ya talk so silly. Bitch! Ya sound like ya come from the land of the biggots. Jolly O' Dickens. The land of the chickens. I guess you in season. I'm packin me a folk fo'. Barrels to ya head and blow ya face out ya asshole. Pow! Bitch. I'm Shaggy 2 Dope. I'm comin for yo kin folk. Ya get ya chin broke. And don't cry or run to the teach. She can't understand your redneck-ass speech. (Bin-er-eroin) If she couls she wouldn't do a thing. Cuz' she's my bitch and she loves to suck my wang. You in trouble Bubba. Ya better run quick. You too slow Willy. Cuz' yous a fat bitch. I caught up in got my hands all bloody. The teacher walks in the classroom and aksed everybody. body... body... body... body... (Farm sounds) Chorus- Who kicked Willy Bubba's ass? -I did! Did you do it right here in the class? Sho' did! Did you puch him the face? Did you slap in the mouth? Did you kick him in the forehead? Yup, yup... Who kicked Willy Bubba's ass? -I did! Did you do it right here in the class? Sho' did! Did you puch him the face? Did you slap in the mouth? Did you kick him in the forehead? Yup, yup... Hold On!!!! check it out... Let's play Willy Bubba. And kill the Willy Bubba. Let's play Willy Bubba. And kill the Willy bubba. Let's play willy Bubba. And kill the Willy Bubba. Let's play Willy Bubba. nn dang dang un dang un dang Let's play Willy Bubba. And kill the Willy Bubba. Let's play Willy Bubba. And kill the Willy Bubba. Let's play Willy Bubba. And kill the Willy Bubba. Let's play Willy Bubba. And kill the Willy Bubba. |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Forgotten Freshness Vol.1&2 (2005)
Ahhh, make way for the lunatic
I wanna stop, I try but I can't quit I want necks 2 or 3 maybe more To squeeze again, and again, and squeeze some more I came up, walkin down Boulavard Then this girl, she makes my nutsack hard I don't know, what about my mental state They might find a bitch dead, theres nothin else that I hate less Hey man jump in, toots, hungary? Well I got some, nuts Oh shit, she's runnin on my wang Then somethin goes, snap, bang Eh bitch, ha ha, die Her neck long, skinny like a french frie So I twist, turn, tangle then I strangle Cuz I'm the Southwest Strangla I want necks, long, tall, skinny Any ol' necks at all, if any Jenny, Linny, Sidney, Sue I want, necks, so I go to the zoo I choke a Pelican, I did it right I choke an Ostrich, long ass neck But I'd rather be killen at the prom I pick up my date, I get to meet her mom Hello Miss I hurry home quick All I wanna do is choke her neck a bit Worry not, I bring the corpse back I just wanna hear a neck bone snap Why me? Hey I'm sweatin Comosion, dillusion, confusion, psycho All I wanna do is kiss you good-bye Before I mangle ya Cuz I'm the Southwest Strangla I got the southside scared, cuz I'm weird I was a freak in the 2nd grade I had a beard I sit alone in the back of the art class And draw necks with a big red dash I never thought I'd be a lunatic A descrase, a droped out mental case I quit school, but I never left the hall I grab kids and drag 'em in between a wall Hear 'em scream, echo through the gym class You hear me chokin bitches up in the wind shaft They call me, The Ghost of the Bad Lands But I'm really just a killa, with big hands Allow me to squeeze your neck dear Until your brains pop dead out your fucken ear Burry them in my back yard With a twisted spine broken bones ...Cuz I'm the Strangla |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Forgotten Freshness Vol.1&2 (2005)
Gangsters bangin, nuts straight hanging
Chillen in the allyway, signs straight beemin Up in the air I hear they don't care Get your mutha fucken melon busted for a stare Luv pumpin through the heart, flowin through the veins Pop a mutha fucka like it aint no thang Blood shoot eyes from pufin on the bud Let me see that rag, let me see that luv Roamin through the hood top cut down Car packed so full it's fucken on the ground Max with the homies spitten on the hoes Stop in the store for a cold 4-0 Grabbin on your balls, straight slanging stalls Fuck the gang squad tryin to take me out my home Check my neck and I got yours Cuz roll with yourself and keep that clown luv Throw your signs in the air Whats that? I don't check, I don't care Cuz I'm down with the clown everywere Cuz much clown luv is in here [2x] Hey homes what set your clame? I'm in the rhymin game, wicked Clown Banging I'm just a mutha fucka thats down for the cause You can suck on my balls, unless you got clown luv Put 'em up, throw 'em up Let me see them mutha fuckas Flip 'em up, flip 'em down, flip 'em around Mutha fuckas mind all warped From breathin all the smog I'm all up in the shit, like if my name was frog Damn I heard a shot, but I got luck The mutha fuckas missed it's time to shoot 'em up Here come the sirens I hear 'em gettin close Here come the squad, it's time to get ghost If you wanna stay you get beat by a pig Fuck that shit cuz were I live My boys got my neck and I got theirs Cuz I'm true to myself, bitch Clown Luv Throw your signs in the air Whats that? I don't check, I don't care Cuz I'm down with the clown everywere Cuz much clown luv is in here [2x] Hey what the fuck you lookin at man My rag, my flannel, or the club in my hand? Well here go ahead, take a closer look Thanx for the wallet bitch Give me them duckets, mutha fucken child To buys doing other things like hangin with my mob Crew got my neck, well push come to shove Never sell out yourself, and keep that Clown Luv Throw your signs in the air Whats that? I don't check, I don't care Cuz I'm down with the clown everywere Cuz much clown luv is in here [repeating] |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Forgotten Freshness Vol.1&2 (2005)
Jiggle my mutha fucken balls bitch
Insane Clown Posse back in this mutha fucka Hey yo Violent J, whats up? It's Christmas, time for a sadah Maybe your wife, maybe your daughter It's midnight, I land my sleigh Make way for jolly St. J Climb down the chimney, for the murder Dressed as the fat man everyone's heard of Shimmy down, shimmy down, what the fuck? Somebody help me, I'm stuck Now what to do? I feel whack I got stuck in a chimney stack But I hack And shimmer on down Santa Claus Clown Can't fuck around, now Livingroom, shhh, I creep Tiptoe's cuz they asleep I pulled out the ax and slid down the hall I got a gift for all of ya'll What's that? I better hide quick Oh fuck, it's the real St. Nick And he musta been taken a shit But regardless, I better move quick, now So I jumped him, Santa's no joke Fucked around got my damn neck broke He strap, shot, he didn't miss (Gunshots and ho ho ho) "I'm dreaming of a dead Christmas, the kind you'll never have again, cuz if you have a dead Christmas, that means you're dead and that's the end" Have a merry Christmas you fuckin chump, Seasons greatings loser, Yo 2 Dope kick it! Jack Frost nibbles, ha, but fuck that I aint got a home so he nibbles on my nutsack And my buttcrack, toes, and elbows My nutz is froze Fuck you hoes So I made a friend like me, a snow man He was down with the clown like a blow man Had a hat and eyes outta charcoal And a pipe, we fill it with endo Me and him sang songs in the snowflakes He ate snowballs, I ate cornflakes And we both would freeze our ballz off I was there every time his head fallz off I put it back on for him with a smile He was my boy, made from a snow pile Then the storm came, a blizzard Snow, wind, ice, a blizzard We pulled through we hid in an alley The next day it was like sunny valley He was meltin I was just fine He got pissed and pulled out a nine "If I'm gonna die you should come with me Cuz we boyz" (gunshot) It hit me Damn I'm dyin, I'm dead he got his wish And all I got was another red Christmas "Silent night, Violent fight Now I'm dead One to the head Christmas this year seemed so whack" Happy New Year bitch boy I got a new Years resolution For your chicken ass mutha to kiss my mutha fucken ass, Woo! Jingle Bellz, Jingle Bellz jingle all the way Pass your fucken mom up if the ICP don't play, hey Wicked Clowns, Wicked Clowns bitches drop your drawers Don't talk back just suck my sack and fiddle with my ballz Yeah, ICP, Southwest for life, Christmas time know what I'm sayin, Mr. Chris Cringle, you fat bitch, mutha fucka never came, shit, I'm a slap your across your red ass face mutha fucka, ugh Southwest down On the 12th day of Christmas my true love gave to me 12 dead chicken boys 11 stinking bitches 10 bigot's dying 9 mothers bitching 8 crackhead babies 7 redneck hoes 6 rotting bodies 5 cases of FAYGO, hey! 4 neden holes 3 fat stanks 2 splatterd dogs And 1 dead Governor E |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Forgotten Freshness Vol.1&2 (2005)
so there you are, your sittin' there just kinda chillin'
oh richie boy, you look a little bit like Dillan the 90210 bitch with the funny hair so I'm a change a few things around here and there start with your eyes, I pluck 'em out your head and pull your balls out your sack and stick 'em there instead then I'll stamp all your toes and stick 'em in your noes and pull the hair out your head until your skull shows yeah i'm all syked we gotta fix you for the show tonight but your lips man to me they just a little right they could be a little fatter, even more so fuckin' fat bitch your lip is draggin' on the floor tie your tongue into a knot and stretch it out and tack a sign on it tellin' what your all about set you up cause now your ready so +open+ up the +door+ cause at the house of wonders you're the freak show carnival thrills carnival chills carnival excites you carnival kills ah, ooh, ah, oh another freak show from the juggaluggalo (2x) so there you are come on in chicky wow, aint you a pretty? i think i'll start with the silicone that's in your titty i'll pull it out, put it in your forehead and cheek so now you look like the elephant bitch freak don't try and run chicky poo, I'm just gettin started i'll beat your head in with the brick untill you're half retarded remember the ugly girl you laughed at, at the prom? don't try to laugh now bitch you look like her mom it came to tuesday but it's starin at i stuff you full of chilli cheese dogs and make you +fat+ then I stretch your fuckin lips and stick 'em in your ear so all the evil shit you talk, only you can hear i shave you bald and glue your titty on the top then I spin ya on your nipple until you drop +hey+, almost ready jump steady? open the door cause at the house of wonders you're the freak show carnival thrills carnival chills carnival excites you carnival kills ah, ooh, ah, oh another freak show from the juggaluggalo (3x) so there you are [record scratch] oh my god so there you are [record scratch] oh oh oh my god so there you are [record scratch] oh oh my god so there you are [record scratch] oh my god so there you are chorus to out |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Forgotten Freshness Vol.1&2 (2005)
Um well J that was an interesting Halloween Story
Um anybody else have another Halloween story they'd like to share with the class? I have another one Well you have just told your story J So what bitch, you sit here every day and tell stories I'll tell a story in this mutha fucka J See he doesn't want me to tell my story Cuz he know my story, it's about Mr. Rotten Treats All your parents know my story too They don't tell you about him though Long ago they all killed Mr.Rotten Treats They're scared that you'll talk about 'em, they're scared that He'll come back from the dead, they're all scared he'll cut your fucken ass Welcome too, the other side That's what they told me when I died I was stabbed in the head Look what ya done dead All the blood bled, one juggalo dead I t was a cold, dark, scary Halloween night My neighbors and their people they didn't realy like me right So they came and burn down my world Just because I like to murder they boys and girls It was the Halloween I never ment to harm no one I thought you were supposed to murder it was all in fun I see the monsters and the goblins I'm a killer too But then they call me sick so what was I supposed to do? I come back from the other side I come for the people that took away my life Trick or treat bitch, my dead body speaks You tricked me now it's only right that you try my rotten treats Trick or treat, trick or treat Watch as the dead man walks the street (2x) Mr. Rotten Treats got all the good shit over here boys and girls, I got balls freshly picked form Detroit's biggest nutsacks, I got Milky bar with the delicious razor blade filling I got fudge freshly packed from the worlds rarest fudge packer Must return to the other side But not before I take these bitches on a murder ride Murder go round, the dead body clown Put the treats in your mouth, and swish it all around Excuse me little boy, but is your daddy home? Thank you sonny here's a little treat now run along Hey buddy, you thought I was dead, man You probably stuffed the fucken shank in my head It was the Halloween I never ment to harm no one I thought you were supposed to murder it was all in fun I see the monsters and the goblins I'm a killer too But then they call me sick so what was I supposed to do? I see you to the other side Your buddies and your neighbors can come along for the ride Weak bitches, you thought that you had me beat But this Halloween I'm commin back with my Rotten Treats Trick or treat, trick or treat Watch as the dead man walks the street (2x) Mr. Rotten Treats runs this bitch, bitch, I got Fried titty nipples, sweet acid drops, sweet chocolate covered nipple nuggets with the fresh creamy shit filling, ask about my bitch she loves my cookie dough nut dribbles It was the Halloween I never ment to harm no one I thought that you were supposed to murder it was all in fun I seen the monsters and the goblins I'm a killer too But then they call me sick so what was I supposed to do? Welcome to the other side (Trick or treat, trick or treat Watch as the dead man walks the street) |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Forgotten Freshness Vol.1&2 (2005)
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, mothafucka! 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 ping noise off his head. Since we out west, I had a little fun, And pulled his fuckin' tongue out the back of his cranium! (chors) 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! (chors) Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie. There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die. I might use a knife, (No!) I might use an ax, (yes!) The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks!(x2) 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 guardy 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 (chors) 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! (X3) |
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Maggots can't fuck with the Shaggy
Cuz I got a crew Bitch, a crew like you aint never even known Carnival freaks from the ghetto zone All waiten for the day to put you in your place I had the fat bearded lady sitten on your face Bitch boy bitchy you might get hurt Dead Carnival clown puttin in w-w-w-work You think you the shit cuz you think you to the upper hand But why don't you come and meet my boy the strong man And he'll grab you by the head and squeeze until it pops And shake your mutha fucken neck until your head flops Cuz I'm runnin with the bianja mutha fucks I'll make a voodoo doll out of ya, and flick your nuts See I was born to cause a kid like Carny Ruckus I came out the neden and started to choke ya mutha fuckas I leave the school drop a stick in half way out your dome The worst part about it is, I'm Not Alone Jokers and freaks deep in the night Thought I was a nerd but ya picked the wrong fight J-J-J-J-J-Jimmy cracked corn but they don't care They bust ya in the mutha fucken mouth with a chair (2x) I'm a nerd, and all the bitches call me a nerdy geek And they would love to stick they thumbtacks on my seat And they would throw they spit balls at the class freak And everyone of them bitches died in there sleep Cuz I fuck around with books and the severed barn Crystal balls, black magic and jokers cards And at night just when I'm feelin lonely The clowns come to my bed and juggle for me So don't fuck with the Shaggs cuz I cast spells And don't come cryin to me when your tongue swells I'm hangin with freak shows, like Crab Boy, Snake Boy, Flipper and Scab Boy And a man who can eat his own fucken face And then shit it out and screw it back into place If you don't think so you can suck my bone Cuz I tried tellin ya man, I'm Not Alone Jokers and freaks deep in the night Thought I was a nerd but ya picked the wrong fight J-J-J-J-J-Jimmy cracked corn but they don't care They bust ya in the mutha fucken mouth with a chair (2x) Well I like to hang with Tall Jess and Jump Steady Nate The Mack and Violent J and Uncle Fredy Chunky Mutha Fucky and Scott they got my respect But I really like to hang with ol' rubber neck A freak show from the circus that you don't know And I fucked the Lion Lady in the neden hole And sometime she do an acrobatic flip on my nuts And it feels so good So tell your boys that the yellow beats are jump circuits I walk around your neighborhood chokin mutha fuckas I used to be a fool but then the jokers got juice Shit changed when I started hanging out with Zeus And if you take me out you know I'm comin back again With my homeboys Jack and the Cannon Man He come flyin out the barrel doin Mach 9 With his fist commin straight for your spine Never fuck with the Shaggs cuz it's always ticken I throw a curse and turn your ass into a chicken So when you see me by my lonely in the ghetto zone Mutha fucka better realize, I'm Not Alone Jokers and freaks deep in the night Thought I was a nerd but ya picked the wrong fight J-J-J-J-J-Jimmy cracked corn but they don't care They bust ya in the mutha fucken mouth with a chair |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Forgotten Freshness Vol.1&2 (2005)
We measure things by what we are.
To the maggots in the cheese The chesse is the universe. To the worms in the corpse The corpse is the cosmos. How than can we be so cocksure about our world Just because of our telescopes, and microscopes, And the splitting of the atoms, certainly not Science is but a organized system of ignorance. There are more thing on heaven and earth than on earth than on heaven than on earth What do we know about the beyond? Do we know what's behind the beyond? I'm afraid some of us hardly know what's beyond the behind. Fuck damnit, another Halloween People on Military know what this means Houses on fire, they're blowin' up cars Creatures on the streets, and razor blades in candy bars Went to trick or treat the first house on my block Spit in my face and gave me a rock I tried to give it back and said I'll take nothing instead Turned around and walked away and felt the rock peg me in the head Walked to the next house directly next door And there I found an old lady dead on the floor I said excuse me miss, but do you have a treat? She lifted her leg and scraped flakes off her dead feet I ran to the next house happy and giddy There I seen a fat woman holding up her titty I said "Trick or treat" she said "Treat or trick" And squeezed on her titty until it fuckin' got too sick The next house was set back in the woods I was a little frightened but fuck I want the goods I knocked on the door, I heard a knock back And then I heard "Come in" and yo I'm like, Fuck That! This house belongs to Mrs. Cherryspoon She said "Drop your drawers your treat is coming soon" I quickly grew a stiffy but kept my eye's shut A hand came out the mail shoot and flicked me in the nuts I wobbled to the next house ready for the worst And chilling in the drive was a long black hearse I rung the door-bell and said "Is anybody home?" Of course little boy have a sugar coated kidney stone I walked through the field and to the next crib It's friendly Mrs. Witherbee in her cooking nib I said "How bout some candy?" She said "How bout instead, A nice hot fresh home made loaf of yeast infection bread" My bag's getting heavy so I rest on the curb And riding on his bike, here comes little Larry Shurd I snuck up behind him, and kicked 'im off his seat I punched 'im in the neck and power bombed 'im in the street Now my sack of candy has doubled in size Up to the next house for my scarey prize I'm like Trick or Treat, Trick, Treat, Tricky, Dick He opened up the door slapped my lips and didn't give me shit Rock through his window and ran across the street To the big mansion I'm in for a treat I dinged on the dong, and here comes the butler A big gumpy, tall ass lurch looking mother fucker I said "Hello Mister, is there somethin for my sack?" He reached into his pocket but I think he hurt his back It's taken him an hour, my bag is open ready But then he finally dropped it in my sack, a fuckin' penny The next house is abandoned so forget it But wait a minute I think somebody's livin in it I ran up to the porch Trick or Treat you can't hide It was a crackhead he crawled in my bag and died The next house was mine, the last on the block My mothers sitting on the porch shining up her glock I climbed on the roof with my brother Jump Steady. And we yelled, HAPPY HALLOWEEN AND CLOWN LOVE TO THE WHOLE CITY! Fuck dammit, another Halloween People on Military know what this means Houses on fire, they're blowin' up cars Creatures on the streets, and razor blades in candy bars (4x) |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Forgotten Freshness Vol.1&2 (2005)
Yeah what you need?
Yeah let me get a large order of fries and ugh No fries Excuse me? No fries man Oh, well bust be out then All right then give me a large double slam and... Nope What? Can't do it Why not? No meat? No meat Man, damn... all right then, I'll take a salad then Better grow yourself one What's that? We aint got no damn salad man Ah, well then what the hell do you have? We got the Dogbeats Oh yeah the Dogbeats huh? Yup All right, then I'll take an order of that to go then Inner City Posse's got the Dogbeats ICP we got the Dogbeats No you don't stop with the funk from the old days Start on your head as the beat plays Yo, the ICP has got the Dogbeats Inner City Posse and were playin for keeps And I know you likin' this funk Cuz I can hear my voice commin out the trunk Of your ride, don't take me for a sucker You leavin untended I'm a take the mutha 2 to the D to the o-p-e Hittin 03 with the ICP I like bass, treble, and the temp stuff Throw kick it in the back of a Seventies Bus With that 40-O Or that Straw Bull Shootin' craps in the back of the liquor store And I'm hittin, and we'll keep it at that You out Joe? No, I'm too dope for that Rollin and I'm headin for the Clark Park Just finished shootin 8 with the dark shark Seen the freak with the bright white tank top Keep rollin cuz I know I'll see my bank drop Homeboy if you wanna keep your riches Stay the hell away from them more money From the truck to the bukers to the jeeps The ICP has got the Dogbeats Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-yeah Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-Yeah (4x) Street lights glearin off the windshield Mear coke crackers on the general wheel 6 Pack in the back and I'm dosin Keep the sounds up find skate 1 thousand 2 Dope gotta keep his own style Home made kicken box 4 tendance Posse P make the whole car hop When we let the bass drop Inner City Posse's got the bad rep Like my man on the cruches took a big step And I can't stand the neighborhood menace So I swell his chin like Rocky Denise Bass in the car somethin stacks I now hear me roamin them Pontiacs Everyone's brittle when the bass rocks So I got a little somethin in the glovebox Long black hair with the white rag 40 cent Faygo in a brown bag Jump Steady, Rude Boy, and Nate The Mack Chillen by my side cuz my Posse's stacked I know I'm gettin famous just think for a minute Stole the car radio and my tape was in it Sounds bringin life to the streets The ICP got the Dogbeats Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-yeah Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-Yeah (4x) Inner City Posse got the Dogbeats (hit it)(3x) Is in the house Waitin at the light as my bass thumps And I'm gettin jocked by these local chumps They point, they wave, they stare, they look I been jocked so hard I could write a book Violent J down with the pimp daddy's (3x) Smooth plush rides in the velvet caddie's All the way live down Jefferson Inner City Posse's got the best of them When the tape and your system meet ICP has got the Dogbeats Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-yeah Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-Yeah (4x) Inner City Posse got the Dogbeats ICP we got the Dogbeats (4x) |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Amazing Jeckel Brothers (1999)
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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from Insane Clown Posse - The Amazing Jeckel Brothers (1999)
"gregorian chant"
boom-shaka-boom ha ha ha boom-shaka-boom ha ha ha ladies and gentleman meet you guardian your keeper of morals the path to save your lives lead my heal and by you he is of your positivity he of your love meet on half of the juggaling duo that is your soul Im talkin bout uhhhhhhhhh JAKE JECKEL jack throw another jake catch one more they'll try catch all thats in store for you (how many more) how many souls will fall from the sky(for you) (how many more) how many souls burn wondering why(for you) (how many more) how many souls will fall from the sky(for you) (how many more) how many souls burn wondering why(for you) |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Amazing Jeckel Brothers (1999)
Welcome everyone to the big show
Jake and Jack, and the dark carnival Remove your hats or we'll cut off your heads Show respect you's amongst the dead Don't like bigots and richy boy fucks Ain't shit changed bitch check nuts Detroit, Southwest murderers die The greatest spectacle under the sky (Violent J) Five cards came and made they mark From moon you gone down Patton Park Fuck your drum kits, xylophone, cello I'm a wicked clown bitch hello Everbody come jump in our ride Bring you and your fat ass bitch inside Wagons, tents are swift as a breeze Can't nobody get with these, motha fucka BRING IT ON! (Chorus) Bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it (Violent J) Violent J, Shaggy 2 Dope serial killers with style Fashion of the 2000s and beyond Voodoo, chicken and magical wands Dead bigots, face down in the ponds Broken neck with the flick of our wrist All this playahatin gettin me pissed Fat chick, skinny chick, chicky chick hoe Swishers, Faygo's and Kung Fu blow's If Jake Jeckel drop it he ain't done No more chicks just sizlin balls (Violent J) I'll hypnotize ya like a vampire Bite your neck and set your head on fire Shoot me with silver bullets OK I'll pull 'em out, pawn 'em and get paid Here try my licorice treat I know dead folk that chew they feet Carnival moves in shadow of time And he's runnin a little behind, bitch BRING IT ON! (Chorus) Bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it (Violent J) Insane Clown Posse, ICP Axe murdering done with a touch of Detroit class Jeckel drop ball Shangri-La dies Jeckel drop ball Shangri-La dies Jeckel drop ball Shangri-La dies One for your greed Two for your lies Jeckel drop ball Shangri-La dies Jeckel drop ball Shangri-La dies Jeckel drop ball Shangri-La dies One for your greed Two for your lies (Shaggy 2 Dope) Shaggs 2 Dope serial killer Axe murder boy, wig cap peela I can wear a Fila jacket and look fresh I'm pimpin like David Koresh... Was! People think I got bombs in my locker Teachers try to open it up, I'mma sock her Get the fuck back and leave me alone Before I have to come to your home and see ya Wind me up and I can do flips And put the smackdown on your lips Billy Bill, Rude, Jumpsteady, Tom Dub Stefan, Legs, Double A got love Drinkin Moon Mist carnival bar Got folk love, people love whatever you are Fork side ways I'm a jugglin man Can't nothin stop the rain bitch BRING IT ON (Chorus) Bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it He's brings it to ya Like we work for the fucking federal UPS |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Amazing Jeckel Brothers (1999)
It was like March, April
Fuckin Libra Taurus, born in 1775 I'm like 300 and somethin, but I'm still alive I used to hang with the original Billy the kid You probably think I'm only playin but, I did My daddies were a 2 headed freak show Mamma a fortune tella, Esmerel'a Zella Anyway they had sex on a Ouija board And I was born the next day Violent J When I was 14 I tripped on the train track And I was crushed right there, on the steel rack I'm out cold, they though it would fuck me up I got up and itched my butt, and I'm like, what? Everybody tripped and called me the clown devil boy child of the Witch heifer Whatever Tied me up burned me and threw stones Had a few scrapes and cuts Smokey Nuts After that they started bowin and shit Prayin to me, you know how those primitives get I said get off my dick I ain't a savior I'm what ya call a juggalo, and all I want is my flava 4 simple things in this bitch before I die I want a rusty ax I wanna know voodoo A fat bitch named Bridget And a little sip of Faygo to Till I get my shit in this motha fucka I will neva DIE! 50 years passed all my homies are old ass fucks I ain't even got hair on my nuts I left the village in the search of my ends, I wrestled Alligators Battled terminators Nothin ever killed me, nothin could harm me I fought in the civil war, Yankees army I walked across enemy lines with a mack 10 Man they didn't even have that shit back then How you just gonna come in my shit and fuck it up? Well at least make this shit sound real man damn! I walked acrossed enemy lines with a, lantern Steady takin cannon balls To the balls The war ended, I traveled the country horse back Until this fool tried to horse jack He put his gat to my head and blew my face up Didn't even smear the makeup I took his gun a put a divit in his neck The sherriff didn't like it I got indicted 87 long years in the state pen Till they finally forgot why they put me in They had to let me go, can't hold me on nothin On they way out they like "Yo ain't you like a houndred and somethin?" I'm said Yeah thats right, and I ain't gonna die till I get my shit motha fucka!!! I want a rusty ax I wanna know voodoo A fat bitch named Bridget Just a little sip or two Till I get my shit in this motha fucka I will neva DIE! I slept under bridges, lived in a valley Climbed up mountains, searched the alleys More years passed and I still ain't died Now I'm in Detroit on the Southwest Side My homie has an Impala blue '67 Last night we hit the road pushin 111 I stuck my head out the window told 'em floor it the most And let my nugget ping off a light post hahahaha hell yeah cuz, yeah it hurts a little bit but then ya gotta straight bust The world hates me cuz of shit like this They always try and kill me but, MISS I know it's odd cuz my face is forever painted When I was born the bitch ass doctor fainted My tongues a little long I choke people with it Looks kinda nasty, but chicks dig it And I told ya my neck can strech for miles I sorta look like somethin from the X-Files People wanna see me die for then a little bit But I'm a juggalo, and as a juggalo I want my SHIT And I ain't gonna die till I get it!!!! I want a rusty ax I wanna know voodoo A fat bitch named Bridget I said Faygo FUCK Mountain Dew Till I get my shit in this motha fucka I will neva Die! Die (2x) |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Amazing Jeckel Brothers (1999)
Mutha Fucka!
You don't know shit, do ya? You wouldn't know shit if it whip kicked you in your ugly bitch ass face. You aint even begun to experience drama mutha fucka! Yo mama Yo motha fuckin big fat titty faced ass mama Dont even know about this drama! MUTHA FUCKA! Oh my god! Look at the...Turn it up please Poor Nancy Karrigan, sweet little knees Somebody took her black thing and went thug! THATS TERRIBLE! We heard about it for months What about that one nobody guy that they found? Dead in the grass with his dick in his ass 'les there was more, but you won't recall Cause Michael just squeezed up on some little kid's balls What you consider...DRAMA, aint all that Its just that you whack! With your intergalactic satalite data compress But we can't feed the homeless And then OJ's whack story unfolded Everybody watched that while Oklahoma exploded.. nine-hundred good reasons why this really dont care.. THATS WHAT IT COSTS FOR A WHEELCHAIR! Chorus: What ya know its terrible (terrible) You dont know whats terrible (terrible) (x2) Is she so terrible you gotta beat her you bitch ass whack mutha fucka?!? La Di Da..We gotta protest that Some rock n roll ninja bit the head of a rat lets march in his concert, and tell him to hell cause he's so FUCKIN TERRIBLE Meanwhile his record sells, double and triple Cause of you, worryin about him rubbin his nipple Religous? Shit, you helped them bands Instead of helpin them poor people eatin out of them garbage cans When you done with that bitch, come protest me Shiiiiiit, Mutha fucka, I could use some money The whole world was cryin, when Kurt went KABANG When Eazy-E died though it wasn't no thang Rapper died of AIDS but you hardly mention Rocker blows his face off and becomes a legend Heroin and a shotgun, a hero was made Maybe I should do that shit so..Jay can get paid Chorus(x2) Are your kids so terrible you gotta beat on them too you drunk mutha fucka?!?! (Rebel Flag)In your schools (Rebel Flag)In your parks (Rebel Flag)In your courtrooms (Rebel Flag)In your hearts (Rebel Flag)Stood for slavery (Rebel Flag)Stood for war (Rebel Flag)Stood for hatred But just go ahead and Hang your flag up some more Dont worry about my god damn flag boy, whats terrible is you damn rappers cursin' The country we live in was built by slaves Beat on and murdered, and stuffed in their graves We put a slave owner on the one dollar bill And you wanna know why I kill people?!?! Bombs are blowing up, cops are corrupt And all you care about is who the president fucked?! You dont know terrible, but you will AS SOON AS OUR WAGONS COME OVER THE HILL!!! Chorus(x2) You dont even know what the fuck is in store for that bitch ass of yours Let me get a look at that bitch ass of yours There it is! It looks like a bitches ass you bitch ass mutha fucka!!! Chorus(x4) |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Amazing Jeckel Brothers (1999)
i like to uhhh, um if its koo with Jake and Jack
i'd like to address the juggalos (groan) on a uhh, personal matter because its not all good i mean things ain't always that koo you know? i mean i just wanna talk to u guys bout a problem i got (creeeeeek) and maybe you can help me i stab people 4-5 ppl every day i tried to see a shrink to stop that shit but there aint no FUCKIN way! i stabbed him, stabbed his nurse and his fuckin cat stabbed them stabbed em all like that i stab ppl i dunno i stabbed alex my maneger (hahahaha) he was like what the fuck I STABBED HIM IN THE GUT! i order food juss to stab the guy when he gets there i dont care i stab any body anywhere uh uh there! i stabbed the mail man he was pissed he tried to mace me I'm too quick with the stab, come on, come on chase me I stabbed Twiztid, Jamie Madrox I stabbed them Myzery stabbed me, ahh god damn him I stab old people, old ladies, little kids I don't give a fuck I stabbed a fat guy in the butt, hehe what? I met Pete Rose, stabbed him twice in his nipple I'm Violent J, I stab people Maybe somebody can help me Maybe somebody can help me Maybe somebody can help me Maybe somebody can help me |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Amazing Jeckel Brothers (1999)
Yeah
I Mean I Hear What Your Saying I Mean You Got Carried Away In The Moment And I Could Forgive You I Could Do That I Could Do Anything If I Wanted to I Could Buy You A Lexus Truck With A White Leather Interior I Could Kill Off Some Bears And Dogs And Shit Just To Make You A Fur Coat I could love you and treat you with class And Have babies fallin all out your ass But thinkin about that I feel I'd rather kill you (Cause I got you in my car and u ain't goin' nowhere bitch your dead) I'd rather cut that neck in half I'd rather choke out that bitch ass I'd rather chop and never stop Because you fucked my homie I'd rather cut that neck in half I'd rather choke out that bitch ass I'd rather chop and never stop Because you fucked my homie I could take all the facepaint off and get a real job workin for your dad I would rather take a 10 pound axe and stick it your daddys forehead I could let you move into my house You'd fuck the neighbour everytime i go out And wipe his nut on my pillow (Oh) But I think id rather kill you (Cause we parked all alone in this dark alley way, hey) I'd rather cut that neck in half I'd rather choke out that bitch ass I'd rather chop and never stop Because you fucked my homie I'd rather cut that neck in half I'd rather choke out that bitch ass I'd rather chop and never stop Because you fucked my homie Im the one who killed your precious cat and stuffed him in your fuckin mailbox If I only hadnt cut off my hair id choke you with all my dreadlocks When I scream at the moon every night you should have known something just ain't right Cause im going to slap you (Bitch) and then im going to kill you (Cause the moon told me to and its watching us right now) I'd rather cut that neck in half I'd rather choke out that bitch ass I'd rather chop and never stop Because you fucked my homie I'd rather cut that neck in half I'd rather choke out that bitch ass I'd rather chop and never stop Because you fucked my homie I could go back to school instead and try to get my diploma, I know I'd much rather bang your head on the wall Until you fall into a coma Cause i cant get you out of my head Id cut my head off but then i would be dead And I aint the only mutherfucker thats dying So lets just die together I'd rather cut that neck in half I'd rather choke out that bitch ass I'd rather chop and never stop Because you fucked my homie (lets just die toghter) I'd rather cut that neck in half I'd rather choke out that bitch ass I'd rather chop and never stop Because you fucked my homie (lets just die toghter) I'd rather cut that neck in half I'd rather choke out that bitch ass I'd rather chop and never stop Because you fucked my homie (lets just die toghter) I'd rather cut that neck in half I'd rather choke out that bitch ass I'd rather chop and never stop Because you fucked my homie (lets just die toghter) |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Amazing Jeckel Brothers (1999)
Everybody rize
Smile, i'ma blow a hole in your neck And leave ya standin there lookin stupid like beck Everybody jumps to the juggalo sound Fuck outta here if you Ain't down wit tha clown Fuck rednecks dum diddy dum Barrels in your mouth, shreds your tongue Everybody jumps to the juggalo sound Fuck outta here if you Ain't down wit tha clown Fuck gene simmons you make me sick Psycho circus you just stole my shit Spit your blood out and do your dance But i'ma kick that ass through your leather pants Fuck palooza big festivals We'll never sell out with you bitch ass hoes Everybody jumps to the juggalo sound Fuck outta here if you Ain't down wit tha clown Everybody raized down the east side (rize) Everybody raized down the west side (rize) Everybody raized down the north side(rize) South side (rize), everybody rize (2x) Fuck money, i was raised up without shit Thats how i'll die, thats how i like it Everybody jumps to the juggalo sound Fuck outta here if you Ain't down wit tha clown! I scream! i make towers shatter I hoop the moon through the rings of saturn Everybody jumps to the juggalo sound Fuck outta here if you Ain't down wit tha clown! I say what i want, whatever i feel Fuck your big contract record deal Paper ain't shit you's amungst the dead Dark carnival alacoombaciad Fuck videos, and radio play Fuck shit, can suck my dick all day Everybody jumps to the juggalo sound Fuck outta here if you Ain't down wit tha clown! Everybody raized down the east side (rize) Everybody raized down the west side (rize) Everybody raized down the north side(rize) South side (rize), everybody rize (2x) Suck my dick Suck my dick Suck my dick Now thats straight from my heart Suck my dick Suck my dick Suck my dick Suck my dick Michael isner can suck my dick If he got some kinda problem with my shit Everybody jumps to the juggalo sound Fuck outta here if you Ain't down wit tha clown! Your just a faggot! Korn faggot! They call you that cuz you act like a bitch Everybody jumps to the juggalo sound Fuck outta here, fuck outta here! Fuck skin color everybodies blue Then what would all these biggots do? Instead of your tone, they'd hate your size Thats why i must pluck out all of there eye's Icp, we roam alone Ever since then a city ghetto zone Now everybody jumps to the juggalo sound Fuck outta here if you Ain't down with tha clown!!!!!! Everybody raized down the east side (rize) Everybody raized down the west side (rize) Everybody raized down the north side(rize) South side (rize), everybody rize (2x) |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Amazing Jeckel Brothers (1999)
Every year it's more of us and all we do is fill the box
You might play with me at first a couple days a week at tops Just like your atomic supersonic retro plasma car We will all get tossed inside just like the piece of shit we are I will be your fantasy imaginary special friend I can feel you, I relate with you, no need to talk to them But instead you toss me in the box leave me to rot away Hoping you'll pick me again some day...hey hey Why don't you come play with me and take me to the other side Lost under a Raggedy it's lonely when you're locked inside (Repeat) I will sit and listen to your bibble babble jibber talk But when you go in tonight you'll leave me out here on the walk You'll ignore your little friend or trade me for somethin instead Please come get your doggy, don't let him chew off my fuckin head All your mom and daddy do is work and fight thats all they do I can understand the way you feel because I feel it too But you leave me in the box and I can barely hear you play Lost among the toys of yesterday, hey hey hey hey Why don't you come play with me and take me to the other side Lost under a Raggedy it's lonely when you're locked inside (Repeat) Boys and girls...fuck that old crusty shit! Come down and get your brand new (ha) shiney, slimey, atomic shithead! I can see you near the bed when I look through this tiny crack You've become much older now and I don't see you turning back Seven years in darkness I can only hope my wish comes true That one day I'll get you in my hands...AND I'LL PLAY WITH YOU!!!!!! Why don't you come play with me and take me to the other side Lost under a Raggedy it's lonely when you're locked inside... (repeat x5) |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Amazing Jeckel Brothers (1999)
Boom shaka boom (3x)
Ladies and gentelmen come here meet your greet Your keeper of wickedry The path to shangrila ha ha ha is bestled by he best led by you He is of your negativity he is of your hate Meet the other half of the jugglin duo That is your soul the amazing jack Jeckel (Jeckel another J catch one more They'll try and catch all thats in store for you How many souls will fall from the sky How many souls burned wondering why) (repeat till end) |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Amazing Jeckel Brothers (1999)
From Southwest Detroit, deep within Zug Island's industrial waste depository. It's Shaggy Time!!!
(Shaggy 2 Dope) Hey, how ya doin down there It's nice to see ya, alright! Waddup ya'll? Welcome to the show I'm Shaggy like you don't fuckin know This is my sidekick, Fat Pat He goes, hehehe, and all of that Anyhow on my way here I almost died This bitch in front of me was like 105 They worry about drunks and late night truckers Old ass bitches tryin to kill motherfuckas This lady's got her left blinker on for an hour or more Then she makes a right into my side door This comedy shit's gettin old (The game is to be sold, not to be told) You can feel the excitment, right? Snoop Dogg is with us tonight Hahaha that's what I'm sayin On the Shaggy Show, shiit we ain't playin And that ain't it, also on the show Anotha motherfucka that, well, most of ya know You see 'em with me a lot, he's like a brother Violent J's in this mutherfucka! (I like that kid Violent J) Hey Mike "Whats up?" How ya doin today? "Just great Shaggs" Well that's great Lets give a hand, To Mike E. Clark and that gangsta fun band! We'll be right back with Violent J! (Playa Hater's Degree 'Commercial') (Shaggy 2 Dope) Ok, my first guest, he's nutty as hell He just served a half a year in the county jail Now he's back, for now at least Hey Violent J's in this bitch ass piece (Violent J) Waddup ya'll? Whats happenin' It's been six months and my dick ain't haven it If I don't hurry up and get me some ass I might bust this nut on your tv glass Anyway I'm workin on my brand new shit A brand new group with my homies, Twiztid It's called Dark Lotus, should I play some for ya'll? Hell Nah! (Shaggy 2 Dope) Now I been hearin a little of this and that About you havin some kinda panic attack Tell us, um, is it true? And when you have one, what tha fuck do you do? (Violent J) Well I'll be sittin there enjoyin a coffe And then all of a sudden I'm like, get off me! Then I start chokin out pedestrians Until they give me my shot of calaphlestrian But that's all over now and that's that I'm a perfectly normal necrophiliac Just don't test me, or pull strings forget it I might grab your neck and do bad things with it (Shaggy 2 Dope) Well on that note, thank you J, for real Well just pop you one of them Fallopian pills Take your ass back stage now and relax Snoop Dogg is comin up next!!! Stay right here we'll be right back (Mamma's Hot Chilli 'Commercial') (Shaggy 2 Dope) Thanks fellas, alright yo we're back My next guest pioneered the sound of rap He's come a long way from the LBC Please welcome Snoop D-O double G (Snoop Dogg) Look up in the sky it's a bird, it's a plane It's the big dogg yo, fuckin wit the Insane Clown, get down, nigga I represent the town Hey yo Violent J let's go half on this pound I stay gangsta lay funk, I drop the bomb They call me Snoop Dogg and I can raise your arm So any MC that seem to disagree with me Step up and watch your motherfuckin ass meet defeat (Shaggy 2 Dope) Snoop, you got platinum on your wall Where all the fools stare and scratch their balls They wanna be like you, They wanna try to and steal your flows Yo, why is that so? (Snoop Dogg) It's like everywere I look, and everywere I go Some bitch ass nigga tryin to steal my flow But I don't pay 'em no attention, oh should I mention I'm all about the money and ridin in cars with suspension Bounce, makin on the corners smokin dope Smokin that weed hangin out with my locs and folks Don't give a fuck about nothin at all That's why I'm known to the world As big motherfuckin Snoop Dogg, nigga (Shaggy 2 Dope) Snoop Dogg everybody! Now we gotta bring a close to our party Thanks Violent J my loc And thank you Snoop for that bag of smoke Join us next time for the show We'll have that one bitch from Letters To Cleo That's it for now, I'm out this bitch Hey yo gangsta fun, show 'em how ya got rich! |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Amazing Jeckel Brothers (1999)
He He He
(knock knock) Oh shit he's here Hi 'Uhh how ya doing? Is this the right place for that furniture ahh' Yeah sure is come on in 'Pretty nice place here you got here cobwebs are a nice touch So that's the couch eh?' Yeah we got some um take a look at the upholstry right there 'That's pretty fucking nice I haven't seen Whoa you all right there' Excuse me real upholstry 'I ain't seen nothing like that since shit like back in the'...CLUNK Mutherfucka!! YOU WANT MY COUCH?! You muthaFUCKA!! I need your mutherfucking brain! YOU CAN'T HAVE MY COUCH! WHAT THE FUCK YOU THINKIN'?! Now come here you BIG FAT MUTHA FUCKA get on the table! I was never popular this I'll admit, fuck school School never liked me, cool All the kids would always beat me till I'm half dead Make fun of the size of my forehead But that shit never bothered me See momma and mother they owned a lot of property They had a science lab in the basement and that's where my free time ......Well all my time was spent I made a mouse with a chicken head it clucked three times Cluck Cluck Cluck, then it was dead I made a lot of things cool Like a frog with a turkey neck(gobble gobble gobble) it was the shit, yeah! But I'm still lonely I need a homey So I collected limbs and made me a zombie I could have made a girlie friend But fuck that I got my girlie right here(masturbation and moaning sounds) yeah! You can call me mad professor I will make a friend for me You can call me mad professor We will rule eternity 'So this is like where you live?' That's right why you don't like it? 'I mean oh my god it's dirty Do you like'- THUD Hehe Shut up BITCH! GIMME YOUR TIPPIE TOES! I used some many body parts it was crazy I killed a whole bunch of muthafucka's like, what eighty? They all chipped in on my special friend Everything helps even if you got a finger to lend, come on! I hear the other children playing outside "Keep it down you little bitches I'll skin your fucking hides" Careful! this part's wack(what?) Somehow I gotta attach this nut sack(eh!) Shit! Fuck! I'm sawing off an elbow Looking at the meter my quazar in the low(what?!) Or better yet look out the fucking window(oh) I see a storm coming it's all most time to roll Screw the head on come on, come on It's the thuggish ruggish Bone OK it's time hit the switch turn it up a hertz Fuck!! Shit, didn't work You can call me mad professor I will make a friend for me You can call me mad professor We will rule eternity Hey 'Hey you call for a wrecka?' Sure did come on in 'I got the truck running outside I'm gonna go ahead' THUD 'Oww muthafucka what you'd hit me with a fucking frying pan or sumthing? what the fuck' THUD What the fuck bro? You crazy mutherfucka oww that shit hurts' (Violent J is in pursuit) THUD Come here!! THUD 'I'm gonna fuck you up!' Get back here!! 'He's trying to kill me!!' THUD It wasn't always easy(hell nah!) let me tell ya But fuck that (err!) cause I ain't no failure(YEAH!) I put the shit with the veins and stuff with that wait a minute (fart sound) You hear that? Yeah! It's alive(wooo), I just gotta wake it up Hand me that Rock N Rye Pour it in the cup Give it to his ass WAIT HOLD UP pause I ain't cleanin' his draws man fuck that! Get him set, get him ready it's all most time Paint his ugly ass face up almost like mine I see him twitching I'm on a roll He can help me tell the whole world about the carnival(wooo!) Turn the hertz all the way up for this shit And just wait for that (come on come come on come on) lightning bolt to hit Did it work? You make the call! Shaggy ? "What up Y'all?!" (triumphant shouts) I'm Alive, I'm alive!! You can call me mad professor I will make a friend for me You can call me mad professor We will rule eternity You can call me mad professor I will make a friend for me You can call me mad professor We will rule eternity You can call me mad professor I will make a friend for me You can call me mad professor We will rule eternity We will rule eternity We will rule eternity We will rule eternity We will rule eternity |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Amazing Jeckel Brothers (1999)
You know who your fuckin wit?
W-W-W-W-W-W-W Wicked Clown You know who your fuckin with? W-W-W-W-W-W-W Wicked Clowns Wicked Clowns Wicked Clowns Wicked Clowns Wicked Clowns Dont Fuck With me Wicked Clowns Wicked Clowns(4) Dont Fuck with me Wicked Clowns Wicked Clowns Wicked Clowns Wicked Clowns As i walked the river rouge i saw this man he was cubba he was butta snatced his jewelry and ran I caught up with Nate and said i think its worth a grand He smiled and he giggled and he shook my hand The jam is goin down I need the money so im giddy The fuckin snake was cruel and they gave was $750 My momma threw me out, I called my sister a whore Now my house is abandoned, my bed is the floor Its been a week I havent eaten, I starve and I crawl Saw my teacher Mrs. Elena up at Wellington Mall I broke into her Dotson and jumped in the back And waited for that bitch and put my shank to her neck She offered her car keys, cried, and said please She promised not to tell, and give me As and Bs I said I want your money bitch and all i can sell I looked into her eyes, and she was SCARED AS HELL! I knew she was a snitch so I cut off her tounge Im happy with the trigger now im on the run An ASSASIN Wicked Clowns Wicked Clowns(2) Dont Fuck With Me Wicked Clowns Wicked Clowns(4) Dont Fuck With Me Wicked Clowns Wicked Clowns(2) You Know Who Your Fuckin Wit? W-W-W-W-W-W-W Wicked Clowns(2) My Father was a preist cold blooded hes dead Hipocrite, he was a bigot so i cut off his head Pour down the holy water, bless the dead is what i said And heard the demons screamin as his body bled Now im drunk on the freeway just the other day I saw a fine hitchhiker and i wanted to play Pulled up to the curb so i could offer a ride She said thanks, I said no thang and she got inside Im peepin and Im creepin im packin an erection Im steerin with my dick im like LOOK which direction Made it to her ave, she got out and said seeya Yo babe like wont you chill and help me kill this 2 liter Went into my trailer, i filled up a glass Before she took a sip I had my dick in her ass I banged it and banged it the shit was abserd Like she was Sporty Spice and i was some fuckin nerd Then she rolled over and gave me a kiss and said "so when am i gettin paid" WHAT BITCH! First i tried to choke her she went to the door and said "Welcome to the disease theres no cure for" Bitch i love you but now you gotta die I chased her through the door but she slamed it in my eye She passed by my boy and i knew he was straped Billy pulled out his gun and shot that bitch in her back Still butt booty i went for the hatchet and screamed at the moon like a sick sykopatchic chopin and chopin they said J What The Fuck! On the news they found her head stuffed up her butt. WHAT Im an Assassin Haha a mother fuckin assassin An Assassin Wicked Clowns Wicked Clowns(2) Dont fuck with me Wicked Clowns Wicked Clowns(4) Dont Fuck With Me Wicked Clowns Wicked Clowns(2) |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Amazing Jeckel Brothers (1999)
Echoside Echoside not without my echoside
Echoside Echoside not without my echoside Imagine a place that exists beyond, a place that's seldom seen A place that even the wickedest souls that burn have never been There was a soul named Damion he was nothin heaven to say Instead he was cast to the flames of hell to serve an eternal grave Even in the after life things don't always go as planned Satan's realm see's through, it's hectic and over jammed Damion earned his spot in hell right until his dieing day So the wagons took his sorry soul and taunted him all the way They finally reached that resting place and endless pit of fire But Damion had escaped through the back door of Satan's lair Out the back entrance of hell with no were else to hide His time is just a tomb resting in the Echoside Echoside Echoside not without my echoside (4x) Take me to the shadows on the other side of time If there is a hell then there must be a behind Take me from the nethervoid and bury me in black Take me from the echoside and never bring me back Damion ran as far as he could before his legs began decaying There were many dead trees of blood red skies and headless children playing A wicked man with a long black tongue saw Damion's legs were dead So he laid on top of Damion and then licked the back of his neck and said Backwords talking saying: Fuck the Devil Fuck That Shit We Believe in life legit If you diggin what we say Why you throw your soul away? Echoside Echoside not without my Echoside (4x) Take me to the shadows on the other side of time If there is a hell then there must be a behind Take me from the nethervoid and bury me in black Take me from the echoside and never bring me back Backwards: Fuck The Devil Fuck That Shit We Believe in life, legit If you diggin what we say Why you throw your soul away? Damion crawled for many hours in puddles of blood he lay Totured by everything he saw yet wishin along the way His arms decayed and fell off his body as he rolled along the floor Still trying not too look back, as if something else were in store The clouds above were dark and hot yet dripping with blood rain The ground infested with rodents that crawled throughout his veins As Damion laid in Echoside, hells screams could still be heard Blood red sky would flicker with the toturing that occurred Thinking that he had escaped every scream he heard he laughed With the headless children pointing and urinating in his lap He finally saw some fortress gates so he quickly rolled into it These red gates were the front doors of hell, he never knew it, he he Echoside Echoside not without my echoside Background: Take me to the shadows on the other side of time If there is a hell then there must be a behind Take me from the nethervoid and bury me in black Take me from the echoside and never bring me back (repeat) |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Bizaar (2001)
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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from Insane Clown Posse - Bizaar (2001)
welcome to the dark carnival.
violent j shaggy 2 dope the insane clown posse will live forever... (live forever) join us (live forever) follow me (live forever) carnival awaits us (live forever) take my hand (live forever) take my hand (live forever) shangri la (live forever) live forever (live forever) here go another clown song, freaky and weird i'm still preachin -- i'm like noah without the beard i'm tryin a spread the facts that i know fo sho yet many don't believe in our carnival freak show it's alright, tho, there's enough who do and only time will tell if our stories are true but for everybody here, i can promise you this -- you'll never hear us laugh about the typical bullshit livin - all the money they got all the ice they wear and all the people they shot all the freaks they pull and all the cars they drive -- only we'd rap about fuckin a beehive! you wanna keep it real? walk out your door that's as real as it gets from the sky to the floor but the dark carnival will take your soul away, and give you mystical adventure in a magical way i live for the carnival i'd die for the carnival i pray for the carnival please take me away (take me away) i live for the carnival i'd die for the carnival i pray for the carnival come and take me away (take me away) funhouse, freakshows, the murder go round fuck how you're lookin, painted up like a clown loosen up, let it go, you ain't gotta be tense faygo flyin everywhere. fuck makin sense! and that's the beauty of it -- look backstage and another group out here on the same page run with everybody or walk with our crew, stand on the moon, face the world, and say fuck you! i ain't sittin up, playin that star biz put me in the crowd where my juggalos is treat me special, i'm a leave your lip draggin we in this together, waitin on the same wagon let em laugh now, let em laugh for years -- we'll see who's laughin in the house of mirrors. cause that's where i'm goin, and if you're not, pull that other shit and hear about the ends they got i live for the carnival i'd die for the carnival i pray for the carnival please take me away (take me away) i live for the carnival i'd die for the carnival i pray for the carnival please take me away (take me away) (live forever)take my hand (forever..... live forever) come take a journey through heaven and hell see what we have to promise you, the story i tell walk hand in hand with the devil and god let em pull you in half -- pergatory is odd. fuck newspapers, fuck magazines fuck a&rs and your ball-huggin jeans fuck anybody tryin ta change our ways as long a six joker cards got somethin to say i speak for the crazy, i speak for scrubs i speak for the thugs pissin in your hot tubs i speak for the people that you always say don't know how to act -- we like em just like that! fuck your grammies, fuck your music awards i'll strangle your host with his microphone cord fuck anybody that ain't down with the clown from now until milleniums after, i'm dead in the ground i live for the carnival i'd die for the carnival i pray for the carnival come and take me away (take me away) i live for the carnival i'd die for the carnival i pray for the carnival please take me away (take me away) i live for the carnival i'd die for the carnival i pray for the carnival come and take me away (take me away) i live for the carnival i'd die for the carnival i pray for the carnival please take me away (take me away) |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Bizaar (2001)
Are you scared? (Fearless!)
Are you scared? (Are you frightened you little bitch?) Chorus 2x What's the matter What's the matter what's the matter (Are you scared of ghosts?) what's the matter What's the matter Tell me are you fearless (I'm not scared of ghosts) I'll go to Alaska, bitch slap a polar bear and take its food I'll mow the fuckin lawn, on a land mine field like what boom I'll roll a m-80 up in some papers and smoke that shit up I'll share a dirty heroin needle with that dirty bitch Courtney Love I'll run around the white house lawn naked and screamin and bustin shots at him I'll scratch my back with a chain saw oh yeah got it I'll walk through comton alone and sport wranglers and a cowboy hat I'll head-butt a fuckin unicorn come here bitch (No! *Thumb* Damn!) I'll stand on a stump and let you trim my toenails with a axe I'll sucker punch a gorilla and then try to run with a banana hangin out my ass I'll fuckin become pen-pals with the unibomber and let him send me packages I'll drive a ice cream truck through eithiopia talkin about free ice cream sandwiches Chorus 2x What's the matter What's the matter what's the matter (are you scared) what's the matter What's the matter Tell me are you fearless (Don't be scared) I'll let Sam Kinison borrow my car if he was still around I'll bungee jump off a crane with only a spaghetti noodle tied on I'll clinch my butt cheeks shut while a ruthless alien trying to probe me I'll receive an operation on my eyeball while riding in a dune buggy I'll finger fuck a toilet and French kiss a light socket I'll pick up a hooker with a deep voice ("I'm Jenny!") (Naw! No I wouldn't) I'll take all my clothes off and run up and bear hug a cactus I'll sneak up to slick rick and snatch off his eye patch I'll eat a bowl of cluster bombs and spread jellyfish on my toast I'll fuckin grease my ass up and sit on top of a flag post I'll shoot a game of pool with the grim reaper and then let him beat me I'll meet Jeffrey Dahmer at some kinda of bar let him take me home and eat me Chorus 2x What's the matter What's the matter what's the matter (are you scared?) what's the matter What's the matter Tell me are you fearless (Don't be scared!) I'll through gang signs at the booya tribe up and downs like whut I'll hunt Michael Jackson's plastic surgeon tell him hey do me up I'll put my lips on a 81' novas exhaust pipe and smoke that fucker I'll fuck a chick raw with crabs so big red lobsters tryin to catch'em I'll start a record label and base everything I got on M.C. Hammer I'll wear a pink bikini thong and walk right through the slammer I'll take a chrome desert eagle 45 put it to the dome and dump it I'll go to a big ass b hive on a tree, drop my drawers and hump it Chorus 3x What's the matter What's the matter what's the matter (are you scared) what's the matter What's the matter Tell me are you fearless (Don't be scared |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Bizaar (2001)
Welcome to the tilt-a-whirl
All you muthafuckas are gonna die Everybody! You're dying everyday, constantly I'll kill myself right mutha fuckin' now And still won't die, try me Wicked clowns never, never die, whut? Oh my goody look a chicken Keep your money here's a ticket Hold up keep your kids out here They too young to play in there Step right up now strap'em in Lock it tight under his chin Clamp his arms up to his side It's gon' be a helly ride Now if you misplace an item Psychopathic's sure to find'em If you lose your nugget yo Hatchet ain't responsible Look and wonder if you will Cause we about to rip and kill Think about your every sin As our tilt-a-whirly spins Theeeeeey....Allllll....Diiiiie....Diiiiie Theeeeeey....Allllll....Diiiiie....Diiiiie Looky look a fancy fuck With his wallet up his butt Give the wealthy what they want Fuck a line put him up front Welcome to our spectacle Carny rides eccentrical Hope you like it even though Have to mingle with the poor Here you go sir have a seat You've got good taste this ride is neat Tell ya now the ride is fast Might want me to hold your cash We gonna spin until your soul Leaves your body dead and cold Tilt-a-whirly sprayin' blood All over the neighborhood Theeeeeey....Allllll....Diiiiie....Diiiiie Watch you die, watch you all die Theeeeeey....Allllll....Diiiiie....Diiiiie You deserve to die, time for you to die Get up on it get up on it get up on it, get on Get up on it get up on it get up on it, wheee Get up on it get up on it get up on it, get on Get up on it get up on it get up on it, ride Get up on it get up on it get up on it, get on Get up on it get up on it get up on it, *squeak* Get up on it get up on it get up on it, get on Get up on it get up on it get up on it, ride Welcome buddy, what you did Like to punch up on your kids Scoot all them dead bodies down We gon' go another round Excuse us while we clean up here Pile them up on over there Strap'em up and start the show This time speed it up some more Tell me any last requests Before your guts rip out your chest Fuck all that don't give'em nothin' Slap his ass and press the button Fair enough, another down Carnival don't fuck around Fire up the tilt-a-whirl And we'll see you all in hell Theeeeeey....Allllll....Diiiiie....Diiiiie I'ma watch you die, time for you to die Theeeeeey....Allllll....Diiiiie....Diiiiie Round and round and round you go Round and round and round you go Yo, the dark carnival will never die I mean that's all we do is think about dyin' We wish we die, we hope we die The only problem is... We ain't never ever ever gonna die motherfucker! Theeeeeey....Allllll....Diiiiie....Diiiiie Theeeeeey....Allllll....Diiiiie....Diiiiie Theeeeeey....Allllll....Diiiiie....Diiiiie Theeeeeey....Allllll....Diiiiie....Diiiiie |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Bizaar (2001)
(I think it's the heart's desire for every person in America and Canada
to succeed.) Worldwide, yeah. (Success is one thing that's the motivating force behind many men.) Amen. (And tonight, I want to speak in a way that you'll realize that god ordained every one of his creations to be successful.) Look at this millionare -- suave, definitely paid Lemonade, stock market played, marinate in shade, top grade Bitches blowin up phones, I walk by, never lie, I'm the type of guy with sparkles in my eye Roll in my BMW, never take the truck with your kid Who? what? where? Over there ruby, diamond sinclare, looky there Everywhere I stay flossin them things I'm like bang bling bling blang chingy bling blang What the fuck, bitch? Hurry up and suck! move along, c'mon, until it's gone Get the fuck out the room, I'm rollin chrome 700 spoke, whicky whicky what Keep your hungry mouth shut, cause I'm livin it up! Hey, we gives no fuck! Million dollar house? We gives no fuck! Lavish cars? We gives no fuck! Bling bling blang blang! We gives no fuck! Hey, we gives no fuck! 7 figure bank? We gives no fuck! Phat paid? We gives no fuck! Whooooo! We gives no fuck! Seven figure bank, what you think? Bitch you tickle me pink, you lookin rank Coulda stank, still I do you spank spank whore is dank Cause I'm livin like a video, fuckin every shitty hoe you know Call me jigga-liggy-lo, fuck a juggalo, that's scrub Billion dollar drop, non-stop, from my pop, never need to cop a mop What you got? Get the fuck off my block I call the cop, with your fuckin hippy hop, whooee whooee chop chop, Tryn a marry me, rich until they bury me, stop it cause you're scarin me with all that jive Clap clap, take you back to where your wack crack neighborhood at Cause looky jack, where we at we havin none of that! Hey, we gives no fuck! Million dollar house? We gives no fuck! Lavish cars? We gives no fuck! Bling bling blang blang! We gives no fuck! Hey, want you to love me, want you to need me, want you to use me Hey, we gives no fuck! 7 figure bank? We gives no fuck! Phat paid? We gives no fuck! Whooooo! We gives no fuck! Pow, let me show you how Took away your milly now, cash cow, cheddar wow Dig it y'all, wicky wild wild, wait a minute y'all I might've over-did it y'all Forget it, I'll admit it, can't get it, cuz I'm greedy greedy greedy Fuck the greedy, fuck the treaty, line em up and pow pow Flicka pow pow, click click Chicka pow pow, bang bang, ching ching, bang Ching-a-ling bang, pow pow Chicka bang bang, chicka chicka BANG!! Hey, we gives no fuck! Million dollar house? We gives no fuck! Lavish cars? We gives no fuck! Bling bling blang blang! We gives no fuck! Hey, want you to love me, want you to need me, want you to use me Hey, we gives no fuck! 7 figure bank? We gives no fuck! Phat paid? We gives no fuck! Whooooo! We gives no fuck! Hey, want you to love me, want you to need me, want you to use me Hey, want you to hate me, want you to take me, want you to KILL ME!! |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Bizaar (2001)
*Clips from Shockumentary*
Remember me bitch? 8th grade Oak Park skinny ass welfare aid Utsler and Bruce brothers we was the shit Dungeons & Dragons, and Bruce Lee flicks Quit school, nobody missed us Nobody hugged and kissed us, only dissed us And now look at these beautiful model type high class women Taking my dick in them You don't remember my kind in class The wigged out freak staring at your ass Never had the courage to even say hi Only smell your perfume vapors when you walked by I'm the scrub that never crossed your mind Now your flashing your titties at me waiting in line And that's fine, while you're working your charm Look beneath the paint bitch, it's the scrubs who won (Over Shockumentary/news clips) Look at me, Look at me Analyze what you see Look at me, Look at me Analyze what you see They used to say "Ah-hah, look at him", "The same pair of pants and that shirt again." An outcast, I knew I had to do something Figure out a way to make something out of nothing Open up shop, yo what you need? Speakers, clothes, CDs, or bags of weed? But that shit got me no where except jail Me and all my homies too broke to make the bail Now we're right back to the place where we started Chuckles and laughs The second we turn our backs Cast out, but we was like FUCK YA'LL We got each other at the drop of a homie call Look at us now bitch, multi-platinum All on my dick, when I'm the same as back then Forget the money and fame, because Beneath the paint, life's just like it always was (over Shockumentary/news clips) Look at me, Look at me Analyze what you see Look at me, Look at me Analyze what you see (repeat) Another girl I don't dare to confide in Playin' that role it hurts inside Here I am thinkin' she wants me (uh-uh) She only wants that killer on her CD Just when I couldn't feel any worse Bitch asked me if I could paint my face first The day I finally get to leave this land Behind the paint will be the shell of a used up man *Repeat chorus and last line till fade* |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Bizaar (2001)
I don't know. She ain't even looking that good. (kinda fat)
Even so, i think i'd probably fuck her if i could. (kinda fat like that) It's just sumpthin bout the way her titties swing around. (boing) Wiping poo-poo of they babie's butt, i think i wanna take her down Wanna fuck my homie's baby's momma I'm attracted to the helly drama [2x] Man this is some muthafuckin bull shit, You talkin bout you wanna fuck my girl, man we raising a baby together, that's some bull muthafuckin shit. I got coupons bitch, dollar fifty off at chucky cheese Got ya similax formula, just baby fuck me please goo goo ga ga, i make ya baby laugh (Don't you like the way my ugly face looks) But when baby go night night, you gonna hafta to come up with some ass Wanna fuck my homie's baby's momma I'm attracted to the helly drama [2x] I'm tryin to look out for you and your baby, that's why i'm telling you about him cheating on you. I ain't even like that, come here lemme hold you Watchin Jerry Springer all fuckin day, your baby rolling you a joint (lookie momma, i packed it with the good shit) I told you if you let me hit it, i take you both to Cedar Point (but the neden wasn't all that, so forget it) Rubber binkies (binkies) food, all over the floor am i gonna help you clean it?, I'm out the fuckin door (gotta go, and i won't be back no more) Wanna fuck my homie's baby's momma I'm attracted to the helly drama [2x] (I already fucked your baby's momma) How the fuck you gonna fuck on me bitch i dont even belive this shit you gonna fuck him in my bed, what the fuck (he said he loved me) Wanna fuck my homie's baby's momma I'm attracted to the helly drama [4x] (I already fucked your baby's mamma I would fuck your baby's momma's momma) |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Bizzar (2000)
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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from Insane Clown Posse - Bizzar (2000)
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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from Insane Clown Posse - Bizzar (2000)
[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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from Insane Clown Posse - Bizzar (2000)
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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from Insane Clown Posse - Bizzar (2000)
(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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from Insane Clown Posse - Bizzar (2000)
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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from Insane Clown Posse - Bizzar (2000)
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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from Insane Clown Posse - Bizzar (2000)
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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from Insane Clown Posse - Bizzar (2000)
(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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from Insane Clown Posse - Bizzar (2000)
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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from Insane Clown Posse - Bizzar (2000)
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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from Insane Clown Posse - Forgotten Freshness 4 (2005)
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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from Insane Clown Posse - Forgotten Freshness 4 (2005)
This one is for my people all the very people This one is for my people
We got trees growin out the dirt for us to climb on beats attackin your ears for us to ryme on Our time with a bag of purp 3 5 dimes puttin shags to work We on both sides of the river all around the ocean spinnin like a carousel stuck in fast motion Like that champ out on his back flat on the map i been doin that We runnin bare foot on broken glass i cant belive it but the shit is out there and were here to receive it Catch me on the waterfalls with sexy ass mermaids washin my balls Were throwin rocks in the sky puttin craters on the moon chillin with the creature from the black lagoon Communication through your stereo for every body listenin here we go This ones for my people The people The very people Listenin here And it dont matter where (Out there) This ones for my people The people The very people Listenin here And it dont matter where (Out there) We flyin with the red wall needles gettin shot at floatin on a iceberg wonderin were the pot at Grease paint with a bottle of go fetch me a lette and im outta the doo We take you higher then lex luger always stay true to scrubs universally on wanted juggalletes and thugs I got a robotic arm and dont nobody know it i can rip your whole head and throw it We are a never ending story that only gets better as we make our way through this life we live together Hooptie ridin with my headphones on vision im in a bentley on hologram chrome The wicked shit will never die put some hatchet in your ear holes real underground baby punchin through your stereos Somthin wicked for the chosin few so for everybody listenin this goes to you This ones for my people The people The very people Listenin here And it dont matter where (Out there) This ones for my people The people The very people Listenin here And it dont matter where (Out there) For my people livin downtown (it dont matter where) For my people livin in the forrest (out there) For my people livin in the dry desert and where the rain pours(out there) For my people in the jungle for my people in the beatbox (out there) For my people in the island for my people in the crops (out there) For my people in the snowstroms for my people in the heatwaves (out there) For my people bein born and all my people in the graves (out there) For my people in the swamp lands for my people of the tundra (out there) For my people in the penthouses and the others livin under (out there) For my people in oriente for my people of the seas (out there) For my people in the out back and my people from the trees (out there) For my people of the mountains for my people on the road (out there) For my people everywhere that call themselves juggalos (out there) |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Forgotten Freshness 4 (2005)
I Clown Walk jump back with the beat
Breathin with a step and a slap on the cheek Foot work hear me squat when i walk by With your hawk eye you get a chalk line I dance up and down steps when i gotta Clown walkin on my hands i gotcha Big love if you love that to Walkin right past those foos doin the statue When you do the Clown Walk Thats how you set it off When you do the Clown Walk Thats how you set it off When you do the Clown Walk Thats how you set it off Step forth backwords shotgun let it off They call me showcase showoff Sky whisky walks walk like a hawk Freestyles for the chosin few For me and my crew only pay per view Caterpillar or electric boogie They call me walkwalla crunk when i wookie So crazy with the ill behavior Fresh flavor step with the majors When you do the Clown Walk Thats how you set it off When you do the Clown Walk Thats how you set it off When you do the Clown Walk Thats how you set it off Step forth backwords shotgun let it off Put your right foot up! Stomp to the ground! Stomp! 180! turn it around! Put your left foot up! Stomp to the ground! Stomp! 180! turn it around! Everything im big time super duper Iv met my homie remy let me introduce ya Walkin late for squares in fact its deadly Shed blood on the dance floor i aint frendly Boom boom clap let the rhythm proceed Boom boom clap from the iron in my sleve 4:00 am roll around i had enough But the tricks still flocked just to brush my shoes off When you do the Clown Walk Thats how you set it off When you do the Clown Walk Thats how you set it off When you do the Clown Walk Thats how you set it off Step forth backwords shotgun let it off Put your right foot up! Stomp to the ground! Stomp! 180! turn it around! Put your left foot up! Stomp to the ground! Stomp! 180! turn it around! When you do the Clown Walk Thats how you set it off When you do the Clown Walk Thats how you set it off When you do the Clown Walk Thats how you set it off Step forth backwords shotgun let it off Put your right foot up! Stomp to the ground! Stomp! 180! turn it around! Put your left foot up! Stomp to the ground! Stomp! 180! turn it around! |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Forgotten Freshness 4 (2005)
Smack that bitch right across the lips
Cause she aint nothin but a filthy bitch Beat the freak in the head with a cinder block Blackin her eyes your lunatic tock Cause i really dont gives a fuck Except when im tryin to put her in the book Shit i aint sayin nothin Sombody left there load in her bellybutton How you gonna say you love that When her breathe be smellin like somonebodys nutsack I outta smack you in your fucking head Should of shot that bitch in the bag with nut stains But you nothin but a pogo tryin to fall in love but you cant love a yoyo She will run and fuck then come right back then i greet her at the door with a smack Cause im psycho swingin till you hit her singin I think yous a dumbass bitch In a minute he aint even gonna want the shit You needa shut your stuck up mouth Cause your pussy aint worth the walk to your house Im tired of the dooky lies you know your dream about his ugly ass face between your thighs Because you think it feels nice all he wants to do is smack your ass once or twice And make your buttcrack jiggle and stick his little ding a ling in the middle I suppose you can wait for a weddin but aint nothin wrong with givin up a little neden But if you really wanna hold on to the couchy atleast let him stick his nuts in your booty Or ill wear somthin else out like maybe let him chill with his nuts in your mouth But if not well thats alright because he will just fuck some other bitch tonight 2 Dope is the mother fuckin shit You know what im sayin? Bitches be linein up to get a glense of his nuts And stick em in there butts But only the nastyest uglyest southwest sewer skanks be gettin doin the nasty with the mother fuckin shaggy Roll up on your chocolate tie and smoke that shit until you die Biggity puffin on the sess takin off her dress Slap her titties up and down do they bounce? (yes) Good get some redbull and pour it in her bootie hole Did she yell what the fuck? (yes) you did it right So turn the bitch over and punch her in the eye Some bitches like this but i dont know why But some will hit you back you must watch out for that Cause if you with a gangsta bitch you aint gettin jack (aww) How to keep your nut shh i have a secret But if imma tell you youve got to promise to keep it Get you some Faygo and pour it in a bowl And let your nuts soak in it (what?) just kiddin (ohh) That is all your lession for today If you cant get it right yous a punk ass bitch! Wicked klowns mutha fucker Violent J 2 Dope Know what im sayin? check it mutha fucker Nathan mack laylow... |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Forgotten Freshness 4 (2005)
Welcome... to the Madhouse...
Here ghost wail and moan Skeletons rattle trying to escape there prisoning coffins (Wicked Shit) Grimlins and skulls gasp a death (ICP Tech N9ne) You have enterd the Mad House Sombody open the fuckin door and let me in! The worlds are about to get me again Shit aint pretend im safer in the madhouse Clinging to the selene like a spider Im out of your mind like frozen fire Razorblade fingers scratchin my neck Lost in the maze i found a dragon barbeque in the back A arm came out of the toilet and squaws my balls That shirt hurt got me head but holes in the walls I wanna see you! I hear you! I catch spirits and ghosts by there invisible throats and then tear through (tear through) Never scary boo bitch im a kamikaze Swimmin through the living room watching joni and chachi And then i realize im potsy trapped in the tv Sombody changed the channel and got the better of me Your aint never gettin in and we aint never gettin out Cause I hold the key to unlock this madhouse! It dont matter where you run to scream or shout Cause I hold the key to unlock this madhouse! Your aint never gettin in and we aint never gettin out Cause I hold the key to unlock this madhouse! It dont matter where you run to scream or shout Cause I hold the key to unlock this madhouse! So many dimensions and lines except for these levels of dips and devil Aint been alright sense the ghetto better wait for my temper settle Cause my mind is a madhouse the n9ne fittin spaz out Player haters dont throw stones if you grind in a glass house Sometimes when i lash out i pass out how sick and insanse and vain can this be Wanna fly your little head like a frisbee six six triple eight forty six ninede nine thrisde This strange and psychopathic homie this is not disney The madhouse continues to pin you send you psycho bitches to the back of the venue Then you slitther when like when im here in you or off in you Then my homies 2 dope and Jay do you up somthin real ??? Level of madness extasy shrooms and acid Beats release but you cant find me in lake placid Finnaly in missouri dissily struttin with a bad bitch Her last kid was disastres ICP on some Mad Shit! Your aint never gettin in and we aint never gettin out Cause I hold the key to unlock this madhouse! It dont matter where you run to scream or shout Cause I hold the key to unlock this madhouse! Mad...House... Mad House It dont matter where you run to scream or shout Cause I hold the key to unlock this madhouse! Peekaboo anybody home? where you at? Tryin to be sneaky creeping behind me mutha facka i saw that rail Maybe its a mirror or a diffrent person he was grabbin his nuts and spittin and curseing at me fag! There somethings in this life that i fail to understand even as even as a grown man i dont comprehend Like how in the fuck did i walk up the stairs and some fucking how i ended up down here Well laughing and giggleing like a little school girl with my homies Jay and Tech aint even there Hmmm What the fuck not a damn single bitch in this place but some ones figgin my nuts I got it done well sittin with my pants around my ankles dry humpin my hand Alot of mother fucker claim the insanity plead but not me Its this house thats gone mad im insane as can be! Your aint never gettin in and we aint never gettin out Cause I hold the key to unlock this madhouse! It dont matter where you run to scream or shout Cause I hold the key to unlock this madhouse! Mad...House... Mad House It dont matter where you run to scream or shout Cause I hold the key to unlock this madhouse! (Let me out the Madhouse) Let me out the Madhouse Let me out the Madhouse Let me out the Madhouse Let me out the Madhouse Let me out the Madhouse Let me out the Madhouse |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Forgotten Freshness 4 (2005)
Purged up like a gargoyle waiting up in a tree
Dropped down apon a victim falls so silently Clown paint with a hoodie my face glows at night Lurking through shadows all feels so right Bloodshed on my arms warm as the feeling Fresh killings never cold but felt so appealin Death in ones eyes illuminates in moon lights I stand here a monster and it all feels so right! And it all feels so right! And it all feels so right! Round goes the marrys Scary am i watching her jogging moon in the sky Like a spider i wait for my sacrifice I hate what im doing but it all feels so right! I sleep with the bats and they tell me storys We both feed on death and much hated forrests Sometimes i resist but the urge is to tight Murders committed and it all feels so right! And it all feels so right! And it all feels so right! One stab to the hungry one Stab for the we One stab for the forgotten One stab for the free One stab for the laughter One stab for the strife Bullets rippin through my body And it all feels so right!!! And it all feels so right!!! And it all feels so right!!! And it all feels so right!!! And it all feels so right!!! And it all feels so right!!! |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Forgotten Freshness 4 (2005)
You were fuckin penny pencha id never give a incha
Short arms and deep pockets be sure to lock it real special You wont go drivein through our neighborhood your fuckin STAAAAAAAAALE!!! Your women wait on you to sleep then sneak out on a creep and come back home and kiss you Leave some nut on your cheek because that bitch a freek but you just fake like you asleep your fuckin STAAAAAAAAALE!!! This mother fucker got a chicken neck fool aint never earned a check We took a watch off a deadman after a car wreck and scam and live your life as weak as you can your fuckin STAAAAAAAAALE!!! Bitch you got a big fuckin ass titties flashin like strobe lights You bitches know we gotta go but you aint fuckin tonight you aint right i think i know whats wrong with you boo your fuckin STAAAAAAAAALE!!! Jump back off me Get your stale ass off me Jump back off me Back your stale ass off me Im fresh im fresh So fresh so fresh So fresh because i wont have stress No stress Jump back off me Get your stale ass off me Jump back off me Back your stale ass off me Im fresh im fresh So fresh so fresh And i dont need that staleness bitch ass! We swing both ways and still swear thats your pimp hand Plus your thirty somthin or other supported by your motha Fuckin chickies without a rubber your fuckin STAAAAAAAAALE!!! These rappers spittin wicked shit with panties on under there jeans Actin like there topgun but run when i pop one You get a bullet in your smile disrespectin our style your fuckin STAAAAAAAAALE!!! Tou can use this as if you legit but to me your just ass talkin poop and shit You know you should quit before we boot you lip your fuckin STAAAAAAAAALE!!! You say you seen bigfoot in your backyard you need to get smacked hard Your stalkin a fat lard your windows and doors bared You covered up the tattoo head of a jokers card you fuckin STAAAAAAAAALE!!! Jump back off me Get your stale ass off me Jump back off me Back your stale ass off me Im fresh im fresh So fresh so fresh So fresh because i wont have stress No stress Jump back off me Get your stale ass off me Jump back off me Back your stale ass off me Im fresh im fresh So fresh so fresh And i dont need that staleness bitch ass! |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Forgotten Freshness 4 (2005)
Bodies flyin to the sky and explode
People flyin to the sky and explode Bodies flyin to the sky and explode And then the blood rains all over the road I aint never seen anything like my first day in the pit I seen this lady tryin to hang on to some kid but no give Hes loose straight up into the sky and completely exploited And then the fuckin blood shower unloaded holy fuck! Im trippin out i felt like i was gonna threw up And then another ninja threw up and blew up im like fuck! I tryed to call my mom i grabbed the bloody pay phone But the phone bit my ear off and left a hole in my dome Bodies flyin to the sky and explode People flyin to the sky and explode Bodies flyin to the sky and explode And then the blood rains all over the road I seen a fella sittin on the curb payin nobody no mind He was cryin like everyone else then he started flyin I knew what was comin next so i ran and tryed to duck But half his face landed by me bloody fried as fuck People shootin up like bottle rockets nothin can stop them Your starin at the floor catchin all them peices droppin And its bloody bloody bloody it aint funny when it rains on Everybody body body body and your bodys fucked Bodies flyin to the sky and explode People flyin to the sky and explode Bodies flyin to the sky and explode And then the blood rains all over the road Put your hands in the air like you dont care That its fuckin rainin blood everywhere Everybody put your hands in the air like you dont care That its fuckin rainin blood everywhere Everybody put your hands in the air like you dont care That its fuckin rainin blood everywhere Everybody put your hands in the air like you dont care That its fuckin rainin blood everywhere Everybody put your hands in the air like you dont care That its fuckin rainin blood everywhere Everybody put your hands in the air like you dont care That its fuckin rainin blood everywhere Everybody put your hands in the air like you dont care That its fuckin rainin blood everywhere |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Forgotten Freshness 4 (2005)
ICP and Esham......Wicked Rappers Delight.....2015
[Violent J] Fiends of the wicked shit it's time to get high Bump your fucking shit up put some wicked shit by Detroit legendary demon loop of terror Staring at you right back with your eyes in the mirror Blowin' out your brain spontaneous combustion Lyrics like a mural in each ear and I'm bustin' Fire breathing wicked shit and meltin' microphones Blowin' speakers into flames setting fire to your home [Esham] How many times you gonna say I need help Who gives a fuck if I murder myself I'm thinkin' suicidal thoughts I shot a gay preacher I didn't do my homework, so I shot my teacher I dropped out the next day, fuck a GED Then I went and clowned the industry with ICP Threw up the 313, to let you know it's me Esham's dope ho, I'm the king of the D [Shaggy 2 Dope] I stole a fuckin' firetruck and drove it through a Wendy's All that happened to me was a bullet in the kidneys I almost died death will look at me I'm right again What's really happening reality is pretend You can blow my fuckin' head off I'll just grow another My brain and myself, we don't even know each other Someone's in the darkness crawling out of my closet door That's what the nines in the mattress for [Violent J] Warlocks and witches come and learn from the master The walls in my home feature bodies in the plaster They're dead but stickin out like Han Solo when he froze With my favourite weapons hangin off they fingers and toes Wicked pimpin' scary bitches living or dead All with vampire fangs and they givin' me head Like cemetery girls bat dance boogie woogie betty Her neden's big and blew out like a plate of spaghetti [Esham] I'm out cold all my teeth gold plus I don't brush em Quarter back sneakin' plus mo key if you rush em Bust 'em down, bust 'em up steady fuckin' 'em up But wait why do I have all this blood on my hands Blood on my clothes blood on my shoes I'm on the ten o'clock news For steady, murderin' crews and they point of views Like, purple chronic mixed with acid demonics And a stomach full of Jagermeister ready to vomit [Shaggy 2 Dope] Mirror mirror on the wall tell us who the wicked are Shaggy, E and J we in the game and gettin' ours Hittin' stars in they mouth and boltin' off wicked ready With necklaces wicked reckless, nobody expects this Bumpin' this wicked shit homeboy you're braindead I can fly a motherfuckin neg on your head, breakin' And tie your fuckin' feet up to your neck And shoot you in the back watch and kick you down the steps [Violent J] I blow a crator in the side of your head Do the same to your missus while y'all sleeping in bed Double murder robbery, just another job to me Rollin' in a stolen Buick hookers slobbin' me Known through the farmlands as a do gooder wicked Always shootin the biggots, and kicking the chickens Askin' me the wrong question also triggers my disease They'll find your body in Compton and head in Hollis Queens [Esham] The phone broke and on the other side was the president I can't talk right now I'm on the toilet taking a shit Hung up the phone I think my cover's blown I'm deep cover Your wife ordered a pizza from me she got the meatlovers I'm Johnny Bravo the other black rio get at me ho I make these ho's happy tho, cause I'm they pappy oh It's too soon for you to be on my team But give R. Kelly a call, I think he like 'em thirteen [Shaggy 2 Dope] I once met a hooker and she did it for free On the west verner bus number seventy three All the way in the back she was humping on me Until I strangled the bitch and stuffed her under my seat I got off at my stop without so much as a drop of blood But then I realized I forgot to wear gloves Now I'm chasing the bus my fingerprints are on her neck STOP! AND GIVE ME MY DEAD BITCH BACK [Violent J] Fucking dead bitches on a ouiji board all night Busting off shots in the club we all fight Hanging motherfuckers by they neck off of streetlights With they legs cut off trying to read me rights, shiit I'll whip my cd at you stick it in your face Halfway sticking out but look it still plays I stomp when I rap and I shake the whole block Stick my dick in your ear so you can see what I got [Esham] I was one of those monsters from the video "Thriller" Known to the world as the pop star killer And from another park from the ground I arose I'm the crusty ass booger hanging out of your nose I'm the stink on your toes, I'm the weed to your rose Not one of your friends but I'm one of your foes And spitting the wicked shit is the life I chose Do a spin grab my nuts and then b-boy pose [Shaggy 2 Dope] Can you walk for some tic tac bloody message on the board On your chest and take turns shootin the rest I win everytime need to be like good with every bomb And off with your head if you're in the way of getting mine This is Esham and the wicked clowns from the vault We come flying out the dark with the triple gold salt I threw a snowball so hard it replaced your eye It melted and left a fucking hole when it dried Wicked Rappers Delight Esham & ICP we wicked rappers delight |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Forgotten Freshness 4 (2005)
Pull your panties to the side
Pull your panties to the side Pull your panties pull your panties Pull your panties to the side We in the limo drunk In the back so let me hit from the back We in the limo drunk In the back so let me hit from the back Pull your panties to the side Pull your panties to the side Pull your panties pull your panties Pull your panties to the side We in the limo drunk In the back so let me hit from the back We in the limo drunk In the back so let me hit from the back Pull them to the left! Pull them to the right! Put that leg over there! And this one over here! Pull your panties to the side Pull your panties to the side Pull your panties pull your panties Pull your panties to the side In the girls bathroom and fucking hoes In the girls bathroom and fucking hoes Pull your panties to the side Pull your panties to the side Pull your panties pull your panties Pull your panties to the side In the girls bathroom and fucking hoes In the girls bathroom and fucking hoes Pull them to the left! Pull them to the right! Put that leg over there! And this one over here! We in your daddys basment bitch shut the fuck up shut the fuck up I say shut the fuck up shut the fuck up i say shut the fuck up shut the fuck up We in your daddys basment bitch shut the fuck up shut the fuck up I say shut the fuck up shut the fuck up i say shut the fuck up shut the fuck up Pull them to the left! Pull them to the right! Put that leg over there! And this one over here! Ay yo shaggy man you to fresh man for these hoes dog Ay yo shaggy man you to fresh man for these hoes dog Pull them to the left! Pull them to the right! Put that leg over there! And this one over here! |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Forgotten Freshness 4 (2005)
Come here man check it out
You know there laughing at you man Fuck them man you know what im sayin come down here man And join the carnival man Gangsters bangin nuts straight hangin Freakazoids baseheads spareing changes Homelss hobos pushing dead bodies in a cart Listen to the good part Poke around doors roamin the land Chewing on somebodys head i dont understand Its to much for my nugget to process So i stop the car to get undressed Then climb the trees and kick it with the owls You dont like that you can suck my balls Its just me and my homeboy large you see No they cant nobody can see them but me Lunatics zombies and goons roaming underneath The 17 moons of delray hellray suicide person It cant be the fuckin i might as well join him Hey bitch boy were the fuck are you going Dont you know they dont like richies were you goin You dont belong here i think you best leave Before i grab your chicken neck and squeeze I tighten up the sewer caps and dive in I pray for dead chicken boys for my little friend To snack on his name is willaberags thanks you know your not a bad guys shaggs It rains only twice a year around here The streets are dry because of the sky Its filled with smog and fog and fuck I finally had it im gonna jump! (is he dead?) No i bounced my shits made out of rubber A toxic waste freak show mutha fucker And im part of the circus show If you cant beat em join em like i did yo Nobody wants you got no were to go Come down and join up with the carnival show Your a addicted to crack and you dont have a back Here at the freakshow we dont care about that You might have 2 heads and you might have 10 You might have a finger growing out of your chin Here at the carival you cant go wrong It donsent it matter if your neck bone is 3 feet long If you cant beat em join em If you cant beat em join em If you cant beat em join em Just join them muther fucker If you cant beat em join em If you cant beat em join em If you cant beat em join em So just join them bitch boy If you cant beat em join em If you cant beat em join em If you cant beat em join em Just join them muther fucker If you cant beat em join em If you cant beat em join em If you cant beat em join em So just join them bitch boy Just join them Cause you cant cant beat em So just join them mutha fuckers Cant beat em just join em Cant beat em just join em bitchboy |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Forgotten Freshness 4 (2005)
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
I be waiting at the light I be waiting at the light i got 8 seconds or less To decide if imma walk or ride I slide up and put the barrel to her neck and scoot bitch Im driveing and were in pursuit of your loot bitch Im dirty wicked for the bank roles and bad hoes See me lurkin in the shadows the had hoes Got some nickleplatted heavy and loaded Leave a hole in your face but the back of your dome exploded Nobody move nobody gets cut the fuck up And chopped down we poppin off rounds Fuck you we aint pullin over in a stolen ovea With a nock nock whos there its some bullets comin over Mack one o shaggy 2 dope and violent j with hearts full of wickedtry Bitch fuck what you sayin im pluggin one in your cranium Put two in my pockets like the rhythm of my world do shit cant stop it Nobody move Nobody get Hurt Nobody move Nobody get Hurt Nobody move Nobody get Hurt Nobody move Nobody get Hurt Nobody move Nobody get Hurt Nobody move Nobody get Hurt Nobody move Nobody get Hurt Nobody move Nobody get Hurt It aint shit for me to keep it gangster on minds The pile of coke got me froze but i can use another line This is a jack move a noted imma take what i find And this revolver close range will sure to blow your mind I got some homies from the deep claimin ICP But im the chicken hawk how they gonna chicken hunt without me Peep game did i show you how to put it down proper First chicken in the door and wave the forlock bigpapa Take the old place for the stash spot And tell em one false move they get there ass shot And if some dude move you gotta spit rounds and hit it You drench the place with Faygo let them know the clowns did it Nobody tell cause we shut a snitch up if its a brod Get some juggalettes to roll the bitch up So make no mistakes this is the two one one Jay Shaggs and Mack 10 will make your crew run run Nobody move Nobody get Hurt Nobody move Nobody get Hurt Nobody move Nobody get Hurt Nobody move Nobody get Hurt Nobody move Nobody get Hurt Nobody move Nobody get Hurt Nobody move Nobody get Hurt Nobody move Nobody get Hurt Blast mutha fucker blast blast blast blast Slugs in your bitch ass my aim sucks So i bust point blank robbery in progress first national bank Im fuckin shoot first shoot second shoot third Then i drop whoevers left spreadin through secruitys vests Nobody move in the club when we walk in They all just freeze terrified of my crew just hawking us But you all can just relax line up like some bitches drop your money in the sack Partys over hoes get they jelly blown out like titties And i blast these stupid hero idiots movin on me thinkin they will save the day With joni seals there graves away so put your mutha fuckin face in the floor And if you move but dont then its your head and my bullets with a all out war Nobody move Nobody get Hurt Nobody move Nobody get Hurt Nobody move Nobody get Hurt Nobody move Nobody get Hurt Nobody move Nobody get Hurt Nobody move Nobody get Hurt Nobody move Nobody get Hurt Nobody move Nobody get Hurt Nobody move Nobody get Hurt |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Forgotten Freshness 4 (2005)
I really aint got no wins
Thats all right I never had nothin to spin playa Thats still all right I aint got to many friends Thats all right I dont know when a story begins either Your the man tonight Be sure you wanna do this Cause once your down your down Bitch you can make it through this Ladies and gentlemen gather around See a oddity a ramity a human fear Stragin juggalagin and yet so real I really aint got no wins Thats all right I never had nothin to spin playa Thats still all right I aint got to many friends Thats all right I dont know when a story begins either Your the man tonight Im walking though a battlefield But I know my shit is tight Looking for the bullet holes Each one is beaming light You gotta be real with it Get drill with it dont let it disappear You aint feelin it you cant deal with it You feel tricked? well I really aint got no wins Thats all right I never had nothin to spin playa Thats still all right I aint got to many friends Thats all right I dont know when a story begins either Your the man tonight Funny thing is some people think we give a fuck I wouldent give a fuck if a dump truck full of pump bucks Nope I wouldent give none Tvidea media and radio Only reason while I carry a gun Were here to let you know there is a better place to go I really aint got no wins Thats all right I never had nothin to spin playa Thats still all right I aint got to many friends Thats all right I dont know when a story begins either Your the man tonight I really aint got no wins Thats all right I never had nothin to spin playa Thats still all right I aint got to many friends Thats all right I dont know when a story begins either Your the man tonight |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Forgotten Freshness 4 (2005)
Aloha hoes its big joe on the intro
My dick in your mouth its that simple Im violent j with a gang of dick For you and them rabbits you hangin with My clown paint glows in the dark dont be scared If somthin starts ticklin your ass its my beard Im freaky you need to be slobbing me down and swalloing me up China man follow me up Rippin hoes from state to state Dick in her mouth nuts on her face Daddy long stroke tryed to kill her tonsils Cause i love the way she choked on my johnson Suck this dick like you do a slurpee and the sounds you make make me more horny So swallow this nut cause you love the taste and if you dont it will be on your face Shes sexy (sexy) Dont spit it out She cought it (cought it) Keep it in your mouth All in her face Make a real juggalo wanna say his grace Shes sexy (sexy) Dont spit it out She cought it (cought it) Keep it in your mouth All in her face Make a real juggalo wanna say his grace we all sweaty if you love to suck dick Take it in the face bitch let me bust this To many bitches act like they dont suck Then become a rider when they taste that nut Dont get it twisted tho in order to hit it and get it you gotta be a gifted ho Some head is worth paying for aint me you gotta love to do and do it for free for real Heres a story about juggalo randy He met a chick licked the dick like candy Now hes hooked and hes buying her gold She whipped his ass like pussy control When you lick the dicks your done for good Fuckin triflin hoes straight outta the hood Now you stuck with a 7 day itch screamin bitches aint shit but hoes and tricks Shes sexy (sexy) Dont spit it out She cought it (cought it) Keep it in your mouth All in her face Make a real juggalo wanna say his grace Shes sexy (sexy) Dont spit it out She cought it (cought it) Keep it in your mouth All in her face Make a real juggalo wanna say his grace What you gonna do when the dick is on raw You gonna suck it or fuck or leave it alone Im a raw ass dude with a gang of blades Hope your mouth dont have a condition of razeblades Or imma fuckin leave ya bitch dont see ya Cause bitch i dont need ya Please i dont wanna say all the drama How you swallowed my dick like Jeffry Dahmer Hey ladys! fuck off and lick nuts Shaggy 2 fresh got some meat for these sluts I see you likein that thong all up in your ass crack Makein me think you want some dick were thats at I shoot hoops with my two balls your nedens the basket (Slam Dunk!) Hoes just call me fantastic Dick stretchin your lips like elastic Now swallow that shit like a freaky fast bastard Shes sexy (sexy) Dont spit it out She cought it (cought it) Keep it in your mouth All in her face Make a real juggalo wanna say his grace Shes sexy (sexy) Dont spit it out She cought it (cought it) Keep it in your mouth All in her face Make a real juggalo wanna say his grace |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Forgotten Freshness 4 (2005)
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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from Insane Clown Posse - Forgotten Freshness 4 (2005)
J, do you have a Halloween story for the class?
Ye-ye-yeah, um there was this boy and he lived in his house and um, he went to bed one day and then when he woke up um, and when he woke up he was, he was up to his head in the dirt and um, he couldn't move and this man came walkin along but instead of the man helping him out the man just started kickin him and kickin him in his face over and over and then he got the lawn mower and then he..... Trick or Treat, bone apetit All the little kiddies runnin down my street Gathering candy treats door to door But they walk pass mine, what for? Probably cuz the pumpkins on my porch are real Real human heads carved out with steel Cut out the eyes man it takes but a minute Rip out the b-b-b-b-brains and put a candle in it Maybe they leave cuz I take 'em inside Come and meet mother, 2 years ago she died Little boys laugh cuz they think it's just a dummy But then the smell hits 'em, mmm, smells yummy Open your bag and I give you my treat Crusty yellow toes off a dead woman's feet Take me by the hand and I lead you down stairs And that little Jimmy is were you'll spend the next 7 years Staring and weakening chained to the wall Starin at a roach hoping it will crawl Into your mouth for a tasty cuisine Yes my little friends, it's the Dead Pumpkin Halloween Ahhhhh yeah it's that special time of year boys and girls So come to the pumpkin patch and bring your panty sacks So I can shit in 'em you bitch Well I love all the children but I can't fuck around Don't come to my door dressed as a clown Cuz you never know I might take it the wrong way Cuz I'm the real wicked Juggalocaro Violent J All year round but I love my Halloween You never get an apple or a purple jellybean Droplets of chocolate a licorice snack Instead you get a deep friend French poodle nutsack Looking out my door I see no children in sight Perhaps there all dead, yesterday was devils night They burn down the city and they leave the crispy chard light myself on fire and dance around my backyard All the pretty girlies I can see were your at Sitting on your window I can turn into a bat Watchin you remove all your little clothesies for bed I crashed through your window and land on your head Drinking the blood that has gone through the bone Now I must leave mothers calling me home Up to the moonlight I'm gone from the scene Peace to Detroit city, and have a Dead Pumpkin Halloween Yeah I'll snatch your little candy bag Only I'm a tie it around your mutha fuckin neck And choke you with it wicked clown style Ha ha fuck..Detroit's in this bitch,check it out muthafucka..yeah..wicked clown's in this muthafucka..Jump steady in this muthafucka..wicked clown in this muthafucka..and you watch this muthafucka..Chucky muthafucky in this shit..violent J in this muthafucka..rude boy in this muthafucka.. stupid in this muthafucka..mike mike in this muthafucka.. faygo this mothafucka..all this in this muthafucka..check it out..violent J in this muthafucka..2dope in this muthafucka..wicked Joe in this muthafucka.! |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Forgotten Freshness 4 (2005)
Um well J that was an interesting Halloween Story
Um anybody else have another Halloween story they'd like to share with the class? I have another one Well you have just told your story J So what bitch, you sit here every day and tell stories I'll tell a story in this mutha fucka J See he doesn't want me to tell my story Cuz he know my story, it's about Mr. Rotten Treats All your parents know my story too They don't tell you about him though Long ago they all killed Mr.Rotten Treats They're scared that you'll talk about 'em, they're scared that He'll come back from the dead, they're all scared he'll cut your fucken ass Welcome too, the other side That's what they told me when I died I was stabbed in the head Look what ya done dead All the blood bled, one juggalo dead I t was a cold, dark, scary Halloween night My neighbors and their people they didn't realy like me right So they came and burn down my world Just because I like to murder they boys and girls It was the Halloween I never ment to harm no one I thought you were supposed to murder it was all in fun I see the monsters and the goblins I'm a killer too But then they call me sick so what was I supposed to do? I come back from the other side I come for the people that took away my life Trick or treat bitch, my dead body speaks You tricked me now it's only right that you try my rotten treats Trick or treat, trick or treat Watch as the dead man walks the street (2x) Mr. Rotten Treats got all the good shit over here boys and girls, I got balls freshly picked form Detroit's biggest nutsacks, I got Milky bar with the delicious razor blade filling I got fudge freshly packed from the worlds rarest fudge packer Must return to the other side But not before I take these bitches on a murder ride Murder go round, the dead body clown Put the treats in your mouth, and swish it all around Excuse me little boy, but is your daddy home? Thank you sonny here's a little treat now run along Hey buddy, you thought I was dead, man You probably stuffed the fucken shank in my head It was the Halloween I never ment to harm no one I thought you were supposed to murder it was all in fun I see the monsters and the goblins I'm a killer too But then they call me sick so what was I supposed to do? I see you to the other side Your buddies and your neighbors can come along for the ride Weak bitches, you thought that you had me beat But this Halloween I'm commin back with my Rotten Treats Trick or treat, trick or treat Watch as the dead man walks the street (2x) Mr. Rotten Treats runs this bitch, bitch, I got Fried titty nipples, sweet acid drops, sweet chocolate covered nipple nuggets with the fresh creamy shit filling, ask about my bitch she loves my cookie dough nut dribbles It was the Halloween I never ment to harm no one I thought that you were supposed to murder it was all in fun I seen the monsters and the goblins I'm a killer too But then they call me sick so what was I supposed to do? Welcome to the other side (Trick or treat, trick or treat Watch as the dead man walks the street) |
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