Insane Clown Posse

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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]

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.!

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)

(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)

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)

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

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

Maggots can't fuck with the Shaggy
Cuz I got a crew Bitch, a crew like you aint never even known
Carnival freaks from the ghetto zone
All waiten for the day to put you in your place
I had the fat bearded lady sitten on your face
Bitch boy bitchy you might get hurt
Dead Carnival clown puttin in w-w-w-work
You think you the shit cuz you think you to the upper hand
But why don't you come and meet my boy the strong man
And he'll grab you by the head and squeeze until it pops
And shake your mutha fucken neck until your head flops
Cuz I'm runnin with the bianja mutha fucks
I'll make a voodoo doll out of ya, and flick your nuts
See I was born to cause a kid like Carny Ruckus
I came out the neden and started to choke ya mutha fuckas
I leave the school drop a stick in half way out your dome
The worst part about it is,
I'm Not Alone
Jokers and freaks deep in the night
Thought I was a nerd but ya picked the wrong fight
J-J-J-J-J-Jimmy cracked corn but they don't care
They bust ya in the mutha fucken mouth with a chair (2x)
I'm a nerd, and all the bitches call me a nerdy geek
And they would love to stick they thumbtacks on my seat
And they would throw they spit balls at the class freak
And everyone of them bitches died in there sleep
Cuz I fuck around with books and the severed barn
Crystal balls, black magic and jokers cards
And at night just when I'm feelin lonely
The clowns come to my bed and juggle for me
So don't fuck with the Shaggs cuz I cast spells
And don't come cryin to me when your tongue swells
I'm hangin with freak shows, like
Crab Boy, Snake Boy, Flipper and Scab Boy
And a man who can eat his own fucken face
And then shit it out and screw it back into place
If you don't think so you can suck my bone
Cuz I tried tellin ya man,
I'm Not Alone
Jokers and freaks deep in the night
Thought I was a nerd but ya picked the wrong fight
J-J-J-J-J-Jimmy cracked corn but they don't care
They bust ya in the mutha fucken mouth with a chair (2x)
Well I like to hang with Tall Jess and Jump Steady
Nate The Mack and Violent J and Uncle Fredy
Chunky Mutha Fucky and Scott they got my respect
But I really like to hang with ol' rubber neck
A freak show from the circus that you don't know
And I fucked the Lion Lady in the neden hole
And sometime she do an acrobatic flip on my nuts
And it feels so good
So tell your boys that the yellow beats are jump circuits
I walk around your neighborhood chokin mutha fuckas
I used to be a fool but then the jokers got juice
Shit changed when I started hanging out with Zeus
And if you take me out you know I'm comin back again
With my homeboys Jack and the Cannon Man
He come flyin out the barrel doin Mach 9
With his fist commin straight for your spine
Never fuck with the Shaggs cuz it's always ticken
I throw a curse and turn your ass into a chicken
So when you see me by my lonely in the ghetto zone
Mutha fucka better realize,
I'm Not Alone
Jokers and freaks deep in the night
Thought I was a nerd but ya picked the wrong fight
J-J-J-J-J-Jimmy cracked corn but they don't care
They bust ya in the mutha fucken mouth with a chair

Um well J that was an interesting Halloween Story
Um anybody else have another Halloween story they'd like to share with the class?
I have another one
Well you have just told your story J
So what bitch, you sit here every day and tell stories
I'll tell a story in this mutha fucka J
See he doesn't want me to tell my story
Cuz he know my story, it's about Mr. Rotten Treats
All your parents know my story too
They don't tell you about him though
Long ago they all killed Mr.Rotten Treats
They're scared that you'll talk about 'em, they're scared that
He'll come back from the dead, they're all scared he'll cut your fucken ass
Welcome too, the other side
That's what they told me when I died
I was stabbed in the head
Look what ya done dead
All the blood bled, one juggalo dead I
t was a cold, dark, scary Halloween night
My neighbors and their people they didn't realy like me right
So they came and burn down my world
Just because I like to murder they boys and girls
It was the Halloween
I never ment to harm no one
I thought you were supposed to murder it was all in fun
I see the monsters and the goblins
I'm a killer too
But then they call me sick so what was I supposed to do?
I come back from the other side I come for the people that took away my life
Trick or treat bitch, my dead body speaks
You tricked me now it's only right that you try my rotten treats Trick or treat, trick or treat
Watch as the dead man walks the street (2x)
Mr. Rotten Treats got all the good shit over here boys and girls,
I got balls freshly picked form Detroit's biggest nutsacks,
I got Milky bar with the delicious razor blade filling
I got fudge freshly packed from the worlds rarest fudge packer
Must return to the other side
But not before I take these bitches on a murder ride
Murder go round, the dead body clown
Put the treats in your mouth, and swish it all around
Excuse me little boy, but is your daddy home?
Thank you sonny here's a little treat now run along
Hey buddy, you thought I was dead, man
You probably stuffed the fucken shank in my head
It was the Halloween I never ment to harm no one
I thought you were supposed to murder it was all in fun
I see the monsters and the goblins I'm a killer too
But then they call me sick so what was I supposed to do?
I see you to the other side
Your buddies and your neighbors can come along for the ride
Weak bitches, you thought that you had me beat
But this Halloween I'm commin back with my Rotten Treats
Trick or treat, trick or treat
Watch as the dead man walks the street (2x)
Mr. Rotten Treats runs this bitch, bitch,
I got Fried titty nipples, sweet acid drops,
sweet chocolate covered nipple nuggets with the fresh creamy shit filling,
ask about my bitch she loves my cookie dough nut dribbles
It was the Halloween I never ment to harm no one
I thought that you were supposed to murder it was all in fun
I seen the monsters and the goblins I'm a killer too
But then they call me sick so what was I supposed to do?
Welcome to the other side
(Trick or treat, trick or treat
Watch as the dead man walks the street)

COME AND GET IT! Woo! We got some fresh vittles for your fat chicken-ass
to snack on, bitch!
So here, start wit' a slice of this fresh piggy pie, mothafucka!

The first little piggy, his house is made of wood,
He lives in a chicken turkey piggy neighborhood.
He likes to fuck his sister, and drink his moonshine,
A typical redneck filthy fuckin' swine!
I rode into town with my ax in my holster,
Everybody knows about the wicked piggy roaster.
A farmer at the border, he tried to take me out,
I drew my ax with the quickness, and cut his chicken feathers out!
Walked in the village, and to the piggy's place,
He opened up his door, and popped me in the face.
It blew me off the porch, and cracked my head in half,
But I'm a Juggalo, so it only made me laugh. (Hehe!)
Forty in hand, I rose from the dead,
And threw with all my might, I made a ping noise off his head.
Since we out west, I had a little fun,
And pulled his fuckin' tongue out the back of his cranium!

(chors)

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

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

(chors)

Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie.
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die.
I might use a knife, (No!)
I might use an ax, (yes!)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks!(x2)

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

(chors)

Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie.
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die.
I might use a gun, (No!)
I might use an ax, (yes!)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks! (X3)

Jiggle my mutha fucken balls bitch
Insane Clown Posse back in this mutha fucka
Hey yo Violent J, whats up?
It's Christmas, time for a sadah
Maybe your wife, maybe your daughter
It's midnight, I land my sleigh
Make way for jolly St. J
Climb down the chimney, for the murder
Dressed as the fat man everyone's heard of
Shimmy down, shimmy down, what the fuck?
Somebody help me, I'm stuck
Now what to do?
I feel whack I got stuck in a chimney stack
But I hack
And shimmer on down Santa Claus Clown
Can't fuck around, now Livingroom, shhh, I creep
Tiptoe's cuz they asleep
I pulled out the ax and slid down the hall
I got a gift for all of ya'll
What's that? I better hide quick
Oh fuck, it's the real St. Nick
And he musta been taken a shit
But regardless, I better move quick, now
So I jumped him, Santa's no joke
Fucked around got my damn neck broke
He strap, shot, he didn't miss (Gunshots and ho ho ho)

"I'm dreaming of a dead Christmas,
the kind you'll never have again,
cuz if you have a dead Christmas,
that means you're dead and that's the end"
Have a merry Christmas you fuckin chump,
Seasons greatings loser, Yo 2 Dope kick it!

Jack Frost nibbles, ha, but fuck that
I aint got a home so he nibbles on my nutsack
And my buttcrack, toes, and elbows
My nutz is froze
Fuck you hoes
So I made a friend like me, a snow man
He was down with the clown like a blow man
Had a hat and eyes outta charcoal
And a pipe, we fill it with endo
Me and him sang songs in the snowflakes
He ate snowballs, I ate cornflakes
And we both would freeze our ballz off
I was there every time his head fallz off
I put it back on for him with a smile
He was my boy, made from a snow pile
Then the storm came, a blizzard
Snow, wind, ice, a blizzard
We pulled through we hid in an alley
The next day it was like sunny valley
He was meltin I was just fine
He got pissed and pulled out a nine
"If I'm gonna die you should come with me Cuz we boyz" (gunshot) It hit me
Damn I'm dyin, I'm dead he got his wish
And all I got was another red Christmas

"Silent night, Violent fight
Now I'm dead
One to the head
Christmas this year seemed so whack"

Happy New Year bitch boy I got a new Years resolution
For your chicken ass mutha to kiss my mutha fucken ass, Woo! Jingle Bellz, Jingle Bellz jingle all the way
Pass your fucken mom up if the ICP don't play,
hey Wicked Clowns, Wicked Clowns
bitches drop your drawers
Don't talk back just suck my sack and fiddle with my ballz

Yeah, ICP, Southwest for life,
Christmas time know what I'm sayin,
Mr. Chris Cringle, you fat bitch, mutha fucka never came,
shit, I'm a slap your across your red ass face mutha fucka, ugh
Southwest down
On the 12th day of Christmas my true love gave to me
12 dead chicken boys
11 stinking bitches
10 bigot's dying
9 mothers bitching
8 crackhead babies
7 redneck hoes
6 rotting bodies
5 cases of FAYGO, hey!
4 neden holes
3 fat stanks
2 splatterd dogs And
1 dead Governor E

Ahhh, make way for the lunatic
I wanna stop, I try but I can't quit
I want necks 2 or 3 maybe more
To squeeze again, and again, and squeeze some more
I came up, walkin down Boulavard
Then this girl, she makes my nutsack hard
I don't know, what about my mental state
They might find a bitch dead, theres nothin else that I hate less
Hey man jump in, toots, hungary? Well I got some, nuts
Oh shit, she's runnin on my wang
Then somethin goes, snap, bang
Eh bitch, ha ha, die
Her neck long, skinny like a french frie
So I twist, turn, tangle then I strangle
Cuz I'm the Southwest Strangla

I want necks, long, tall, skinny
Any ol' necks at all, if any Jenny, Linny, Sidney, Sue
I want, necks, so I go to the zoo
I choke a Pelican, I did it right
I choke an Ostrich, long ass neck
But I'd rather be killen at the prom
I pick up my date, I get to meet her mom
Hello Miss I hurry home quick
All I wanna do is choke her neck a bit
Worry not, I bring the corpse back
I just wanna hear a neck bone snap
Why me? Hey I'm sweatin Comosion, dillusion, confusion, psycho
All I wanna do is kiss you good-bye
Before I mangle ya
Cuz I'm the Southwest Strangla

I got the southside scared, cuz I'm weird
I was a freak in the 2nd grade I had a beard
I sit alone in the back of the art class
And draw necks with a big red dash
I never thought I'd be a lunatic
A descrase, a droped out mental case
I quit school, but I never left the hall
I grab kids and drag 'em in between a wall
Hear 'em scream, echo through the gym class
You hear me chokin bitches up in the wind shaft
They call me, The Ghost of the Bad Lands
But I'm really just a killa, with big hands
Allow me to squeeze your neck dear
Until your brains pop dead out your fucken ear
Burry them in my back yard With a twisted spine broken bones

...Cuz I'm the Strangla

O.K. class, um. Please settle down now.
I'd like to introduce our new student, uh.
Uh, Willy Bubba. Willy is from Kentucky.
And uh Willy. I'll be your teacher.
My name is Misses Felby.

Well, I droped outta school but I still hang in the hall.
And there I was, you'll never guess what I saw.
Maybe a chicken, I thought it was a duck.
But it was a redneck fuck, so I walked up.
Hey Willy Bubba, hubba bubba lubba.
My name's Violent J, but my homies call me chicken plucka.
I been down with the clowns since day one.
I'ts day two. I guess I got some pluckin to do.
In these parts, we tie you to he desk.
And all I never take blows to ya chest.
Fists to ya chin. Kicks to ya head.
Last year we killed a kid dead.
PAH!!! "Oh, my fault..."
Walked in the school, there's hay in the hallway.
Leadin to ya locker. Walk up and sock ya.
Then bounce ya head around the classroom and act nutty.
The teacher walks in and aksed everybody...
body... body...

Chorus-
Who kicked Willy Bubba's ass?
-I did!
Did you do it right here in the class?
Sho' did!
Did you puch him the face?
Did you slap in the mouth?
Did you kick him in the forehead?
Yup, yup...

Who kicked Willy Bubba's ass?
-I did!
Did you do it right here in the class?
Sho' did!
Did you puch him the face?
Did you slap in the mouth?
Did you kick him in the forehead?
Yup, yup...

(Nice to get back to the high school crowd where your alive.)

Willy Willy Bubba Hubba Lubba Dubba Dilly.
Tell me why ya talk so silly. Bitch!
Ya sound like ya come from the land of the biggots.
Jolly O' Dickens. The land of the chickens.
I guess you in season. I'm packin me a folk fo'.
Barrels to ya head and blow ya face out ya asshole.
Pow! Bitch. I'm Shaggy 2 Dope.
I'm comin for yo kin folk. Ya get ya chin broke.
And don't cry or run to the teach.
She can't understand your redneck-ass speech.
(Bin-er-eroin)
If she couls she wouldn't do a thing.
Cuz' she's my bitch and she loves to suck my wang.
You in trouble Bubba. Ya better run quick.
You too slow Willy. Cuz' yous a fat bitch.
I caught up in got my hands all bloody.
The teacher walks in the classroom and aksed everybody.
body... body... body... body...
(Farm sounds)

Chorus-
Who kicked Willy Bubba's ass?
-I did!
Did you do it right here in the class?
Sho' did!
Did you puch him the face?
Did you slap in the mouth?
Did you kick him in the forehead?
Yup, yup...

Who kicked Willy Bubba's ass?
-I did!
Did you do it right here in the class?
Sho' did!
Did you puch him the face?
Did you slap in the mouth?
Did you kick him in the forehead?
Yup, yup...

Hold On!!!! check it out...
Let's play Willy Bubba.
And kill the Willy Bubba.
Let's play Willy Bubba.
And kill the Willy bubba.
Let's play willy Bubba.
And kill the Willy Bubba.
Let's play Willy Bubba.
nn dang dang un dang un dang
Let's play Willy Bubba.
And kill the Willy Bubba.
Let's play Willy Bubba.
And kill the Willy Bubba.
Let's play Willy Bubba.
And kill the Willy Bubba.
Let's play Willy Bubba.
And kill the Willy Bubba.

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

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!

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.!

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...

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!!!

Come here man check it out
You know there laughing at you man
Fuck them man you know what im sayin come down here man
And join the carnival man

Gangsters bangin nuts straight hangin
Freakazoids baseheads spareing changes
Homelss hobos pushing dead bodies in a cart
Listen to the good part
Poke around doors roamin the land
Chewing on somebodys head i dont understand
Its to much for my nugget to process
So i stop the car to get undressed
Then climb the trees and kick it with the owls
You dont like that you can suck my balls
Its just me and my homeboy large you see
No they cant nobody can see them but me
Lunatics zombies and goons roaming underneath
The 17 moons of delray hellray suicide person
It cant be the fuckin i might as well join him

Hey bitch boy were the fuck are you going
Dont you know they dont like richies were you goin
You dont belong here i think you best leave
Before i grab your chicken neck and squeeze
I tighten up the sewer caps and dive in
I pray for dead chicken boys for my little friend
To snack on his name is willaberags thanks you know your not a bad guys shaggs
It rains only twice a year around here
The streets are dry because of the sky
Its filled with smog and fog and fuck
I finally had it im gonna jump! (is he dead?)
No i bounced my shits made out of rubber
A toxic waste freak show mutha fucker
And im part of the circus show
If you cant beat em join em like i did yo

Nobody wants you got no were to go
Come down and join up with the carnival show
Your a addicted to crack and you dont have a back
Here at the freakshow we dont care about that
You might have 2 heads and you might have 10
You might have a finger growing out of your chin
Here at the carival you cant go wrong
It donsent it matter if your neck bone is 3 feet long

If you cant beat em join em
If you cant beat em join em
If you cant beat em join em
Just join them muther fucker
If you cant beat em join em
If you cant beat em join em
If you cant beat em join em
So just join them bitch boy
If you cant beat em join em
If you cant beat em join em
If you cant beat em join em
Just join them muther fucker
If you cant beat em join em
If you cant beat em join em
If you cant beat em join em
So just join them bitch boy
Just join them
Cause you cant cant beat em
So just join them mutha fuckers
Cant beat em just join em
Cant beat em just join em bitchboy

It was a soft gentle night
In the little town of, of, well, your town
The gentle breeze swept the streets
Creating that pleasant howl that these kind town folks
Have enjoyed for so many, many years
The wind chimes sent their peaceful melodies
Into the ears of the sleepy residents
But the unusual was approaching in the distance
Something evil was heading towards this small town
While the residents slept, something crept
Slithered and crawled its way through the quiet streets
Guided by the moon light
These frightening strangers set up tents and rides
Shows and games, there were savage jesters
And wicked ringmasters
There were horrid freak shows
And sights only the impending doom will witness
They brung with them the carnage
That they had lived with for eternity
The morning is a new day
The people of this town will unwillingly witness
The show of their lives, only rumored to exist
You will be the next to die helplessly
At the Carnival of Carnage

It was a soft gentle night
In the little town of, of, well, your town
The gentle breeze swept the streets
Creating that pleasant howl that these kind town folks
Have enjoyed for so many, many years
The wind chimes sent their peaceful melodies
Into the ears of the sleepy residents
But the unusual was approaching in the distance
Something evil was heading towards this small town
While the residents slept, something crept
Slithered and crawled its way through the quiet streets
Guided by the moon light
These frightening strangers set up tents and rides
Shows and games, there were savage jesters
And wicked ringmasters
There were horrid freak shows
And sights only the impending doom will witness
They brung with them the carnage
That they had lived with for eternity
The morning is a new day
The people of this town will unwillingly witness
The show of their lives, only rumored to exist
You will be the next to die helplessly
At the Carnival of Carnage

Welcome... to the Madhouse...
Here ghost wail and moan
Skeletons rattle trying to escape there prisoning coffins (Wicked Shit)
Grimlins and skulls gasp a death (ICP Tech N9ne)
You have enterd the Mad House

Sombody open the fuckin door and let me in!
The worlds are about to get me again
Shit aint pretend im safer in the madhouse
Clinging to the selene like a spider
Im out of your mind like frozen fire
Razorblade fingers scratchin my neck
Lost in the maze i found a dragon barbeque in the back
A arm came out of the toilet and squaws my balls
That shirt hurt got me head but holes in the walls
I wanna see you!
I hear you!
I catch spirits and ghosts by there invisible throats and then tear through (tear through)
Never scary boo bitch im a kamikaze
Swimmin through the living room watching joni and chachi
And then i realize im potsy trapped in the tv
Sombody changed the channel and got the better of me

Your aint never gettin in and we aint never gettin out
Cause I hold the key to unlock this madhouse!
It dont matter where you run to scream or shout
Cause I hold the key to unlock this madhouse!
Your aint never gettin in and we aint never gettin out
Cause I hold the key to unlock this madhouse!
It dont matter where you run to scream or shout
Cause I hold the key to unlock this madhouse!

So many dimensions and lines except for these levels of dips and devil
Aint been alright sense the ghetto better wait for my temper settle
Cause my mind is a madhouse the n9ne fittin spaz out
Player haters dont throw stones if you grind in a glass house
Sometimes when i lash out i pass out how sick and insanse and vain can this be
Wanna fly your little head like a frisbee six six triple eight forty six ninede nine thrisde
This strange and psychopathic homie this is not disney
The madhouse continues to pin you send you psycho bitches to the back of the venue
Then you slitther when like when im here in you or off in you
Then my homies 2 dope and Jay do you up somthin real ???
Level of madness extasy shrooms and acid
Beats release but you cant find me in lake placid
Finnaly in missouri dissily struttin with a bad bitch
Her last kid was disastres ICP on some Mad Shit!

Your aint never gettin in and we aint never gettin out
Cause I hold the key to unlock this madhouse!
It dont matter where you run to scream or shout
Cause I hold the key to unlock this madhouse!
Mad...House... Mad House
It dont matter where you run to scream or shout
Cause I hold the key to unlock this madhouse!

Peekaboo anybody home? where you at?
Tryin to be sneaky creeping behind me mutha facka i saw that rail
Maybe its a mirror or a diffrent person he was grabbin his nuts and spittin and curseing at me fag!
There somethings in this life that i fail to understand even as even as a grown man i dont comprehend
Like how in the fuck did i walk up the stairs and some fucking how i ended up down here
Well laughing and giggleing like a little school girl with my homies Jay and Tech aint even there Hmmm
What the fuck not a damn single bitch in this place but some ones figgin my nuts
I got it done well sittin with my pants around my ankles dry humpin my hand
Alot of mother fucker claim the insanity plead but not me
Its this house thats gone mad im insane as can be!

Your aint never gettin in and we aint never gettin out
Cause I hold the key to unlock this madhouse!
It dont matter where you run to scream or shout
Cause I hold the key to unlock this madhouse!
Mad...House... Mad House
It dont matter where you run to scream or shout
Cause I hold the key to unlock this madhouse! (Let me out the Madhouse)
Let me out the Madhouse
Let me out the Madhouse
Let me out the Madhouse
Let me out the Madhouse
Let me out the Madhouse
Let me out the Madhouse

Sitting in the class with my head on the desk
Teacher's trying to talk but I could give a fuck less
I'm staring at the freak that I know I'm in love with
But she don't even know my name it's always been the same
I just lay my head down and drown in my spit
Nobody even notices I'm here cuz I ain't shit
I hear voices but I don't know what they saying
Sweat is on my forehead cuz my brain's inside decaying
And this bitch that I love probably don't have no idea
She's talking to her friends I'm in the corner and I see her
Something's happening but it isn't very clear
Sounds like a bell, sounds like an electric chair
Next thing I know walking in the crowded hall
So many different faces that I throw up on the wall
Some are yelling "sick" and the others stop and stare
But I don't care, I'm in a hurry going nowhere
See, my head is spinning cuz I'm lonely and I'm twisted
But I have a secret everybody missed it
Just a nobody and I think it's a drag
But I got Mr. Johnson's head in my bookbag

I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day
I didn't like the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag
I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag

I wish somebody knew me cuz then they could say I'm wrong
But since nobody knows me I got it going on
I'm staring at the clock, I listen for the tock
I gotta couple food stamps folded in my sock
I guess I'm just a ghost cuz everybody walks through me
If I died in class they would probably say they knew me
Or they wouldn't care, they wouldn't even move
A dead body rotting in the back of the room
For weeks and months, stinking up the class
Until somebody noticed then they throw me in the trash
I can hear the teacher man talking about Columbus
He nothing but an old dead fuck with a compass
Ran up on a beach and threw everybody off
And then he claimed discovery and now we all applaud
I don't give a fuck to learn your uncle went to hell
I'm trapped in mind and my brain is my cell
But I have a key, it's called insanity
I stick in my brain to unlock eternity
Just a nobody and I think it's a drag
But I got Mr. Johnson's head in my bookbag

I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day
I didn't like the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag
I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag

"Okay, today we're gonna learn about A Great Freedom. If you'll turn
your textbooks to Chapter Four we'll get started. America's the
land of the free, we all live together in the same wealthy community
and we are alternate equals. Yes?"
"Man, Mr. Johnson already taught us this. Ain't he ever coming back?"
"Uh, uh, he's, uh, very ill right now."

No, they can sit and front about it all day
But I left his fucking body in the hallway
And in the morning they opened up the door
And seen his motherfucking carcass laying on the floor
But they would never suspect me I'm just a nerd
I try to speak my word, it always goes unheard
I could chop my arms off and run around the class
I doubt they'd even notice, but I'd be dying fast
Cuz they'd rather learn about redneck chicker
Who owned a couple slaves but I guess it doesn't matter
Fuck Washington, Benjamin, fuck em all ah
They can suck my nuts till they wood teeth fall out
And the class wanna know who could it be
But I'm like Dewey Boodie, you ain't never heard of me
I'm just a nobody and I think it's a drag
But I got his motherfucking melon chilling in my bookbag

I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day
I didn't like the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag
I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag

Um well J that was an interesting Halloween Story
Um anybody else have another Halloween story they'd like to share with the class?
I have another one
Well you have just told your story J
So what bitch, you sit here every day and tell stories
I'll tell a story in this mutha fucka J
See he doesn't want me to tell my story
Cuz he know my story, it's about Mr. Rotten Treats
All your parents know my story too
They don't tell you about him though
Long ago they all killed Mr.Rotten Treats
They're scared that you'll talk about 'em, they're scared that
He'll come back from the dead, they're all scared he'll cut your fucken ass
Welcome too, the other side
That's what they told me when I died
I was stabbed in the head
Look what ya done dead
All the blood bled, one juggalo dead I
t was a cold, dark, scary Halloween night
My neighbors and their people they didn't realy like me right
So they came and burn down my world
Just because I like to murder they boys and girls
It was the Halloween
I never ment to harm no one
I thought you were supposed to murder it was all in fun
I see the monsters and the goblins
I'm a killer too
But then they call me sick so what was I supposed to do?
I come back from the other side I come for the people that took away my life
Trick or treat bitch, my dead body speaks
You tricked me now it's only right that you try my rotten treats Trick or treat, trick or treat
Watch as the dead man walks the street (2x)
Mr. Rotten Treats got all the good shit over here boys and girls,
I got balls freshly picked form Detroit's biggest nutsacks,
I got Milky bar with the delicious razor blade filling
I got fudge freshly packed from the worlds rarest fudge packer
Must return to the other side
But not before I take these bitches on a murder ride
Murder go round, the dead body clown
Put the treats in your mouth, and swish it all around
Excuse me little boy, but is your daddy home?
Thank you sonny here's a little treat now run along
Hey buddy, you thought I was dead, man
You probably stuffed the fucken shank in my head
It was the Halloween I never ment to harm no one
I thought you were supposed to murder it was all in fun
I see the monsters and the goblins I'm a killer too
But then they call me sick so what was I supposed to do?
I see you to the other side
Your buddies and your neighbors can come along for the ride
Weak bitches, you thought that you had me beat
But this Halloween I'm commin back with my Rotten Treats
Trick or treat, trick or treat
Watch as the dead man walks the street (2x)
Mr. Rotten Treats runs this bitch, bitch,
I got Fried titty nipples, sweet acid drops,
sweet chocolate covered nipple nuggets with the fresh creamy shit filling,
ask about my bitch she loves my cookie dough nut dribbles
It was the Halloween I never ment to harm no one
I thought that you were supposed to murder it was all in fun
I seen the monsters and the goblins I'm a killer too
But then they call me sick so what was I supposed to do?
Welcome to the other side
(Trick or treat, trick or treat
Watch as the dead man walks the street)

Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
I be waiting at the light
I be waiting at the light i got 8 seconds or less
To decide if imma walk or ride
I slide up and put the barrel to her neck and scoot bitch
Im driveing and were in pursuit of your loot bitch
Im dirty wicked for the bank roles and bad hoes
See me lurkin in the shadows the had hoes
Got some nickleplatted heavy and loaded
Leave a hole in your face but the back of your dome exploded
Nobody move nobody gets cut the fuck up
And chopped down we poppin off rounds
Fuck you we aint pullin over in a stolen ovea
With a nock nock whos there its some bullets comin over
Mack one o shaggy 2 dope and violent j with hearts full of wickedtry
Bitch fuck what you sayin im pluggin one in your cranium
Put two in my pockets like the rhythm of my world do shit cant stop it

Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt

It aint shit for me to keep it gangster on minds
The pile of coke got me froze but i can use another line
This is a jack move a noted imma take what i find
And this revolver close range will sure to blow your mind
I got some homies from the deep claimin ICP
But im the chicken hawk how they gonna chicken hunt without me
Peep game did i show you how to put it down proper
First chicken in the door and wave the forlock bigpapa
Take the old place for the stash spot
And tell em one false move they get there ass shot
And if some dude move you gotta spit rounds and hit it
You drench the place with Faygo let them know the clowns did it
Nobody tell cause we shut a snitch up if its a brod
Get some juggalettes to roll the bitch up
So make no mistakes this is the two one one
Jay Shaggs and Mack 10 will make your crew run run

Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt

Blast mutha fucker blast blast blast blast
Slugs in your bitch ass my aim sucks
So i bust point blank robbery in progress first national bank
Im fuckin shoot first shoot second shoot third
Then i drop whoevers left spreadin through secruitys vests
Nobody move in the club when we walk in
They all just freeze terrified of my crew just hawking us
But you all can just relax line up like some bitches drop your money in the sack
Partys over hoes get they jelly blown out like titties
And i blast these stupid hero idiots movin on me thinkin they will save the day
With joni seals there graves away so put your mutha fuckin face in the floor
And if you move but dont then its your head and my bullets with a all out war

Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt

Pull your panties to the side
Pull your panties to the side
Pull your panties pull your panties
Pull your panties to the side

We in the limo drunk
In the back so let me hit from the back
We in the limo drunk
In the back so let me hit from the back

Pull your panties to the side
Pull your panties to the side
Pull your panties pull your panties
Pull your panties to the side

We in the limo drunk
In the back so let me hit from the back
We in the limo drunk
In the back so let me hit from the back

Pull them to the left!
Pull them to the right!
Put that leg over there!
And this one over here!

Pull your panties to the side
Pull your panties to the side
Pull your panties pull your panties
Pull your panties to the side
In the girls bathroom and fucking hoes
In the girls bathroom and fucking hoes

Pull your panties to the side
Pull your panties to the side
Pull your panties pull your panties
Pull your panties to the side
In the girls bathroom and fucking hoes
In the girls bathroom and fucking hoes

Pull them to the left!
Pull them to the right!
Put that leg over there!
And this one over here!

We in your daddys basment bitch shut the fuck up shut the fuck up
I say shut the fuck up shut the fuck up i say shut the fuck up shut the fuck up
We in your daddys basment bitch shut the fuck up shut the fuck up
I say shut the fuck up shut the fuck up i say shut the fuck up shut the fuck up

Pull them to the left!
Pull them to the right!
Put that leg over there!
And this one over here!

Ay yo shaggy man you to fresh man for these hoes dog
Ay yo shaggy man you to fresh man for these hoes dog

Pull them to the left!
Pull them to the right!
Put that leg over there!
And this one over here!

Hey money got a big-ass head,
Folded like a, like a stop sign,
Fuck dawg, hey,
We gotta go get that motherfuckin ball a brains,
You know what I'm sayin? Fuck that!

What? You wanna make a song about death?
Squeezin on a neck until it's all outta breath?
You wanna hear me rap about being the hardest?
Well fuck that!!

From now on I'm an artist,
I carve pumpkins, chop chewy,
Slice, swing twice, stab screwy, ooey,
Chewy, dewy, gooey, slop,
It all starts with a quick chop, drop,
Pumpkin rolls on the floor,
Almost out the front door (oh we can't have that!),
Cut along the hair line (bowl cut!),
Hold the pumpkin between your legs and lift up,
Boing! Brains! Snippity snip all the veins,
Snip, cut,

What? What the matter?
You don't wanna do it?
Well fuck it then screw it,
You'll never be a Pumpkin Carver

Pumpkin Carvers, That be the hobby,
So-Cal, Motown collectin bodies,
Twiztid, Clowns, and the Kottonmouth Kings,
Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween,

Pumpkin Carvers, That be the hobby,
So-Cal, Motown collectin bodies,
Twiztid, Clowns, and the Kottonmouth Kings,
Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween,

What? You don't like this rhyme?
I can't be on point all the time,
Fuck! It's Halloween,
I gotta make a living somehow,
I'm a professional pumpkin sculptor ,
Alright motherfucka?!

Now!

First, hollow the container,
Scrape that bitch with a hanger,
Whatever, just get something,
Just get the motherfucker all hollowed out,
Like you could fill it up with lemonade,
And pour it out the mouth if ya wanted to,

Never leave the eyes in tact..

They'll turn all blue and puff out and shit,

Wack...

Always remove 'em but keep 'em handy,
Cause they taste like candy,

Hahahaha, Psyche!
I'm only playin,

Ok now get the scalpel,
Slowly cut around the mouth, Be careful!!
What the fuck?! We needed the lip!!

Here let me give you a little tip,
Slow The Fuck Down!!!

Pumpkin Carvers, That be the hobby,
So-Cal, Motown collectin bodies,
Twiztid, Clowns, and the Kottonmouth Kings,
Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween,

Pumpkin Carvers, That be the hobby,
So-Cal, Motown collectin bodies,
Twiztid, Clowns, and the Kottonmouth Kings,
Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween,

TWIZTID!!

Take a closer look, you scary motherfuckers,
Doesn't my Jack-O-Lantern look like your little brother?

Neck nuggets start to fling, terrors what we bring,
Twiztid, ICP, and the Kottonmouth Kings

Pumpkins are for bitches, I like my shit instead,
Cuz every devil's night we carvin somebody else's head,

When my meat cleaver chops,
Heads fall to the floor,
Fuck buying pumpkins at the grocery store!!

Yeah, Yeah, Alright,
You done flexed some skills on the mic,
This is my motherfuckin little song here right?

Right.

Let's get back to the subject,
Now hold steady, steady, steady, Ready?

Insert the blade along the outer eyelid,
Very slowly,

I don't wanna look!!!

Oh, You did,
Ok Gently count 25 spec meter outer diameters,

HUH?!

A Square!

I know it's hard,
You'd probably rather just stab and chop,
But you'll end up with a pile of slop,
I've done it before,
And them ain't, them ain't pumpkin seeds,
Those are fragments of skull!!

Oh..!

Crunchy!

Hey! Nevermind that! Get back to work!
Eating on the fuckin job you'll never be an expert!
What you wanna be a mailman, a plumber, or a barber!?
Or do you wanna be like your Uncle Violent J?
A Pumpkin Carver?!

Pumpkin Carvers, That be the hobby,
So-Cal, Motown collectin bodies,
Twiztid, Clowns, and the Kottonmouth Kings,
Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween,

Pumpkin Carvers, That be the hobby,
So-Cal, Motown collectin bodies,
Twiztid, Clowns, and the Kottonmouth Kings,
Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween,

Make this Motherfuckers sing fool!

Kick 'em in the spleen!
Happy Halloween,
I be burnin Cali,
Southern voters I always bring,

Pletto from the Ghetto,
Dumping Bodies in the Meadow,
When it comes to carvin bitch,
I'm shaper than Gipetto,
I'm lovin that Stiletto,

Ask your trick or fuckin treaters, More than Thirty,
Why I beat and greet the homies with the Chiba,

Ariba!

Ariba I was born in this October,
Now come press rewind Motherfuckin flows OVER!!