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from Insane Clown Posse - Riddle Box (1997)
[Violent J]
Now I woke and been reborn Though I have just until dawn I remember every face Spirits show me every place First one sleeps inside his bed Place my fingers on his head To each temple push and smother Till my fingers touch each other [Shaggy 2 Dope] Next one makes love to his wife Only wish to take his life For his family's done no wrong Place his children on the lawn Tell the misses, leave the room Less she wish to witness doom Grab the squirming filthy goat And shove the dresser down his throat [Violent J] I must quickly use my gift Next two work the midnight shift Drinking coffee in the back I will listen to them chat Hear them speaking of my death Hear the laughter in their breath But the laughter quickly died When their heads collide Die! You're gonna die... [Violent J] Now my anger's growing worse Next one's working as a nurse Have to make a doctor's call Drag my body down the hall Grab a scalpel and a blade Time to play the nurse's aide Operate and strap her down Carve her face into a clown [Shaggy 2 Dope] Killed another then three more Now we're down to only four This man drives a taxi cab Another wicked life to grab Screaming that he'd thought I'd died Let's go for a taxi ride In the wreck of twisted steel The steering wheel becomes his meal [Violent J] This man watches his TV Scanning channels endlessly Stops at station forty-four It's the Wicked Clown Show Watch me juggle, watch me dance In 3-D watch me enhance Watch me crawl out from the screen And squeeze your neck until you're green Die! You're gonna die... Time... [Violent J] Even though, there's just one left I feel my bones becoming stiff And now I wonder endlessly The spirits have abandoned me My limbs are falling piece by piece My ears and fingers in the street But still yet see no morning sun And here's my victim's early run [Shaggy 2 Dope] Quickly grab him from behind Round his neck with fishing twine Keep him still and pull the string Watch his head go bobbling Listen to my riddle song Even though my crime was wrong Murder me just for your law And I'll be back for all y'all Die! You're gonna die... I'll be back for all y'all... |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Riddle Box (1997)
"Is this on?"
"Gather round my wealthy friends And endure the horrifying sights Only your worst nightmares can produce Actual human beings of a deformed nature Come at once And come and enduldge yourself In our own twisted amusement of Another's misfortune Yes, ladies and gentlemen Enter our three ring show of freaks" [Violent J] Ring one, a dung a dung dung My name's Violent J and I staple my tongue To the desk in school then I run down the hall Scaring the shit out of all y'all bitches Which is why you don't invite mine to your parties Just cause I don't look like everybody I guess they're bunch of richboys, bitchboys Scary, bluuuuuah! And what's the big deal about my neck Just because now and then I like to let it stretch Up a couple feet to get a better sight Is that any reason to scream and run in fright No, so, now how ya gonna act? So what if I got another arm growing out of my back I guess I'm just another freak show thing And now they got me in the three ri-ii-ii-ing [Chorus (2x)] Three ring a ding a ding ding People love to point and stare Three ring a ding a ding ding It's the same as everywhere [Shaggy 2 Dope] Ring two, how do you do? I'm Shaggy 2 Dope, chicken-faced bitch, who? You don't try to front ho Try to play me out just cause I'm running with the sideshow So maybe there's a leg growing out my neck But don't jet baby, heh, not yet I'm popping in like a pound of lead Black n blue, his next roll and drop me on my head Oh shit, I knew I had to fuck up my circuits Cause when I was two my momma left me at the circus Abandoned at the carnival with the freak shows Like batboy, hermaphrodites and old man crow But then I escaped to the ghetto zone Started a crew of my own, motherfucker, I'm not alone So don't be stickin your finger in my face skank Or your stomach might receive a shank from the... [Chorus (2x)] "I certainly hope your enjoy yourselves Here at our three ring exhibit But to be honest I really don't see What's so fucking funny about it These fucking people are real!" [Both] Ring three, the ICP Look if you want but I wouldn't lay a hand on me That's how you get fucked up We'll squeeze your windpipe shut [Violent J] Yo, I'm a nerd word, I drink from the bird Half Snake woman kick my love to the cuuuuuuurb She busted into my tent, now I'm fucked Had the fat bearded lady in the butt, uh [Shaggy 2 Dope] Fuck that, bitch, suck that I was born with a wang but I never had a nut sac Just two balls hanging with no protection soooooooo I move real careful and slow [Violent J] You can call me a weirdo, call me a freak Call me Don Knots cuz I'm getting on it every week, uh [Shaggy 2 Dope] So come see the carnival and throw me your change, bitch I chill with the three rings [Chorus(2x)] "Well, that's it I hope you're satisfied I hope you had a good time You fucking heartless bastards You saw what you wanted So grab your fucking kids And that fat flop of shit wife of yours And get the fuck out of our circus tent You cold-hearted sons of bitches You think they look fucked up Just wait till I kick your Fucking lips in a couple times You'll be sittin up here like a bitch And we'll laughing at your folded ass They'll call you lumpy After I done put knots All over your fuckin forehead Yeah, hey, hey little boy, come here How'd you like it if I tied your neck in a knot You fucking little bitch Come here, I'll shove that Fucking corn dog up your ass Get the fuck out of here Show's fucking over Get the fuck out of here You fucking heartless bastards" |
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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)
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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 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 - Riddle Box (1997)
"Tonight, tonight, we gather the dead. (tonight, tonight)
Tonight, tonight, off with your head." "You'll never guess what's up(3x) my muckin' head blew up" [Violent J] She was lovely, long hair, short, nice figure though So at the funeral, it made me cry, watch her die I cannot lie, I couldn't sleep without a wink I only think about my lady, I want my baby I need her by my side, to hold me, to squeeze me I still have pictures, but all they do is tease me I see my therapist, he only tells me I'm in trouble I want my baby back, so now I pack a shovel And while I'm digging, it's awfully dark and kinda funny Don't dig too fast or to see things could get bloody I watch my baby, I hit the top of baby's coffin I thinking, she's better off inside if she died Yeah, she needs me, I can tell my baby wants me 'cause every night at 2:15, my baby haunts me I prey it open, the odor hits me, there she is I lean down to give her a kiss because I need a... [Chorus (1x)] Girl that make me happy, a girl that make me cry A girl that passed away back in 1985 A girl I plan to marry, a girl I plan to wed A girl I chew on 'cause my baby is already dead (2x) Cemetery lady, my cemetery girl Cemetery baby, I want you in my world Cemetery woman, we can still be down You're more than just a corpse to a psychopathic clown "F**k yeah, motherf**ker I don't want no stuck up Little sassy rassy bitch Ya know what I'm saying I want me a cold stanky bitch So bring it on, dead momma" [Violent J] She's as lovely as always, my baby hasn't changed Except for the hole that's in her forehead, you can see her brains Nevertheless, our love is still forever true Her eyes have withered, her skin has now a tint of blue My baby's dusty and dirty, and wrinkled clothes And now I notice, the maggots chewed off all her toes The earth has been rather cruel to my darling sugar Is that a bug upon her face? oh, it's just a booger I lean her head back to kiss her cracking lips And then her neck crack, also does her hips I must be gentle, my baby girl's a little rusty A little dusty, but most of all, a little musty I notice that, when we lay together on the lawn We lay till dawn, I notice her left eye is gone We said goodbye and everything turned out alright I'll see you again tomorrow night, because I need a... [Chorus (1x)] Check it out, bitch! You aren't getting stank, skank Get your asses shoveling Then you'll want a lil somthin somthin Them cramey graveyard bitches They DOWN WITH THE CLOWN!!! [Chorus (1x)] |
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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)
[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 - 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 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 - The Calm (2005)
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
The sun rises and sets on time every day of the year, But sporadically the circles appear Baffling all through the history of no-man Since fuckin with the mystery of Stone Hinge Aliens, cults, witches with lawnmowers, mindblowers Nobody knows what for sure But he knows when I walk in the vicinity But I can read ‘em and I believe that I need ‘em I'm runnin' through a wheat field chasin' a ghost that loves circles Use it for portals and time holes, and dance backwards and chant with the cult people At the crop circle, I come to know people Under moon rays, lightin' up my new ways The new lays, they mow ‘em down in two days A hundred days from now, we'll pay for that mishap With another hurricane bitch slap [CHORUS] The crop circles are talking to me…(Circle somethin', circle somethin') The crop circles are talking to me…(Circle somethin', circle somethin') Something slowly emerges for me…(Circle somethin', circle somethin') The crop circles are talking to me…(Circle somethin', circle somethin') [Violent J] This ball of mud that we live on is alive If you try to wipe it's mouth it's gonna wipe us out I lay in a field alone in the middle of the night Try to get my life right, pray for bright light Set flames to the wheat rows during an eclipse And the spirits will come out and dance, catch you a glimpse They're like artists connecting the stars in rare fashion, Intricately placed with secrets of white magic I'm runnin' through the moon lit fields, Followin' a little orb light hopin' it might reveal any secret It's dancin' and I can't catch up, and I almost ran headfirst into a truck No compass'll work and I'm lookin' for answers While the sands of my hourglass fall up backwards Have I lost you? Cause I've lost me too But if your hiding in the crops I will come find you [CHORUSx1] [Violent J] Forty thousand years ago, the stoning of a young man His story written in the crops near spoken In England, the face of a dead woman shown etched out a wheat field uniquely woven [Shaggy 2 Dope] Hieroglyphics, mathematical genius predicting the orbital patterns of Venus And the grass behind your grandpa's wood barn, Complex designs dropped seconds before dawn [Violent J] Dead birds, scattered throughout the patterns of art No explanation left by the shadows of dark Batteries drained of they power in seconds I'm layin in the crop circle countin my blessins [Shaggy 2 Dope] It might hurt though, headaches and nausea will creep in And your nose will bleed when ya sleep in [Violent J] Don't go near there, don't dare ? beware Unless your like us, and don't care [CHORUSx2] |
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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 - Riddle Box (1997)
"This is a channel 7 news brief because the news is happening now.
Good Evening Mort Perkins reporting, our top story tonight- Police and Investigators are still trying to figure out how and why somebody stole four dead bodies from the Wayne County Morgue late Monday night. Police say that the apparent body theif entered through the basement window but how they alluded the security and alarm system is still a mystery........but what we at channel 7 are wondering is WHAT KIND OF SICK FUCK WOULD STEAL FOUR DEAD BODIES ANYWAY......details at 11." Dead bodies, Dead bodies all over the street. 55-65 bodies at least. I hang with the stiffs till the break of dawn. I always find bodies when im mowin the lawn. Drag em in the house, throw em in the oven. wicked clown lovin that dead body grubbin. taste like chicken finger lickin deep fried. I ate a dead body but dont tell, i lied. I just ate my first dead body last week. Still gots a fingernail cought in my teeth. Before you start yellin and cursin my name. Remember sumtin wrong wit my brain...INSANE. Second i was born doctor threw me against tha wall. Kicked open the doors and he whipped me down tha hall. Im slidin and im bouncing off shit like a hockey puck. And my mothers like, "WHAT THE FUCK?!" Said i was born of an alien race. Born with a hatchet and a juggalo face. But im not a martian you wouldnt understand. Im just a dead Body man. Dead bodies dead bodies in the back of my van. All the little kiddies love the dead body man. I drive through the neighborhood ringin my bell. some people run cuz the dont like the smell. Others line up just as kwik as they can. To try to catch a glimpse at the dead body man. Its all good. If you can stand the funk. but uh..just dont look in the trunk. I drive down central kickin the bass. chillin wit my freaks and im pickin her face. maggots and bugs like to crawl on her head. cuz my bitch is dead..id rather that instead. Of a ho you can't trust always diggin a nut. A dead body bitch learn to keep her mouth shut. Ridin in the back is my dead body crew. Only they cant never thing of nuthin to do. If you think im sick take a look at yourself. Ya got dead deer heads up on your shelf. On your keychain is a little baby rabbits hand. IM JUST A DEAD BODY MAN. call me the dead body man (so just give em to me) call me the dead body man (you can sell em too me) call me the dead body man (just mail em to me) call me the dead body man (why dont you bring em to me?) call me the dead body man (so just give em to me) call me the dead body man (you can sell em too me) call me the dead body man (just mail em to me) call me the dead body man (why dont you bring em to me?) call me the dead body man (so just give em to me) call me the dead body man (you can sell em too me) call me the dead body man (just mail em to me) call me the dead body man (why dont you bring em to me?) call me the dead body man call me the dead body man |
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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 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 - The Calm (2005)
[Violent J]
Bitch back up cause your dimmin' my shine You got nine kids, only two of them mine I get you cigarettes, weed, pampers, and similac Bitch start giving back, fuck hittin' that Your shit loop like a bowl of soup And every time I'm with you, I'm smelling nothing but baby poop You got WIC food stamps, and ADC Why you still fucking with me, you dirty scoundrel And I'ma murder any friend of the court Throw a bomb in they office on the way to the airport Then blast off, catch a flight to another life Five baby mommas every one of them trife? hoes They won't stifle, always wanna fight and for what Get the rifle one to her butt, POP! I won't have it, bitches won't fly straight And I got two more bitches callin' sayin' they late Baby momma blues [Chorus] Deadbeat moms are chasing me ain't no one on my side I'm packin all my shit up and I'm taking off tonight Bitch leave me alone [Esham] Fuck my baby momma, with that baby drama Callin' me while I'm in the Bahamas with Lana and Donna Two freaks that I met with the hummer from last summer Anyway bitch, how'd u get my new number Fuck my baby momma, she need a new weed? That bitch did something that I couldn't believe She called up a priest, she called the police And then called a lawyer and took half of my piece Fuck my baby momma, I can't see it like Stevie Wonder All I know is when it rains it thunders My baby momma took me under Fuck my baby momma, and my thirty kids Don't tell me bout shit that none of them did To all you deadbeat moms, who be bringin' the drama Fuck you in front of the court, and fuck my baby momma [Chorus] Deadbeat moms are chasing me ain't no one on my side I'm packin all my shit up and I'm taking off tonight [Shaggy 2 Dope] I got the baby momma blues from in my shoes You don't love them kids, you only keep them to use You breathe fire, all your baby daddies are rappers How that happen? You got me plottin' a kidnapping Baby momma, baby momma, baby momma, fuck off! All I know, you shoulda just jacked me off He looks like me, bitch, he looks just like you Damn, just a piece of neden ? Bitch, I bought you a trailer, it wasn't enough You met some punk and he stole your stuff You wrecked your car they cut off your phone Baby mommas blowin me up AIN'T NOBODY HOME! How much money, just for three kids I got three other hoes layin' down they bids Don't think I wont choke out all 4 of they faces I got baby mommas in phenomenal places [Chorus] Deadbeat moms are chasing me ain't no one on my side I'm packin all my shit up and I'm taking off tonight Leave me alone [Esham] There you have it, man These hoes done lost they minds, man These hoes keep tryin' to hit a brother with charges So I just keep on hittin' them with gauges You know what I'm sayin'? These hoes can just jump up off me man I don't give a fuck what the DMA say, you hear what I'm sayin? Fuck what the DMA say I just had another one man Yeah, it's tryna get me I don't know man I don't know what they gone do But if they break up out this.. |
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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 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 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 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - Riddle Box (1997)
Insane Clown Posse (ICP)
Headless Boogie Na na na na na na na na na na na na na (4x) AAAHHHH! It's Friday night, dark, scary, Lonely walkin' through the park cemetery. And it's foggy, cold and smoggy. I hear a dog, a howlin' doggie. I'm scared, shoulda brought a shotgun Would've, should've, but I ain't got one. But I'll watch my back, and what's that? The caretaker, a dirty old hunchback. Better run, hide, quick, fast, He's comin' for my ass wit a- shovel. Nowhere to run or to hide but a gravepit, So I dove in, I did the dumb shit. Took a fall, even at 6 foot. Down the stairs hit a floor, And through a door. Into a whole new world of stiffs, Bodies, heads, and sexy little dead chicks. Club lights, sounds, bass. DJ's spinnin' with maggots on their face. But what I saw next that really took me. Uhh! They did the headless boogie! (chorus): Hey, yo! I heard that ya died. (la la) Fuck that! It's time to get live! (la la) Dead bodies let's all take a ride! Lead to the left and slide! (the headless boogie) Hey, yo! I heard that ya died. (la la) Fuck that! It's time to get live! (la la) Dead bodies let's all take a ride! Lead to the left and sliiide! (End Chorus) Awwww yeah! We dug up the finest bitches in the graveyard. So c'mon down! And if you ain't come to get your funk out, Then get the fuck out, bitch! They all stand straight, and swing to the side. (Uh!) No heads, but they feet still glide. (Uh-Huh!) Take a step back, twist and dive. (Yeah!) I even seen Kurt Cobain gettin' live! No heads, but they all funky! And drunk, drinkin' old spunky! Don't be shy, everyone's able. Hit the floor leave your nugget on the table. And kick step, but when you do kick soft, If they're dead, your legs might fall off. The whole time, I can't belive, I can't concieve, I don't wanna... leave. Hooooooe! I'm kickin' into a freak with no head. No face but the rest is straight. She's wit it, I hit it like a... G. Her back fell off.... UGH! Excuse me. Zombies, mummies, and Frankenstein. Drinkin' Cisco Disco Dead wine. Dead stiffs, comin' through the door. Heads, fingers, and limbs on the floor. I'm gettin' drunk, I wanna be down. What's up? I wanna be the headless clown! (heh hehehehe!) They rolled out the jigsaw and got raw. That ended it all, I did the headless boogie. (chorus) Hey YO! Fuck that voodoo claw shit, bitch! You comin' freakin with the real dead juggalos. So come on by, and we'll chop your nugget off So you can freak that shiiit! (chorus) (chorus w/fade out at end) J talking to Shaggs |
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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 - 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 - 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)
"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 - 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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