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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - Riddle Box (1997)
It was a soft gentle night
In the little town of, of, well, your town The gentle breeze swept the streets Creating that pleasant howl that these kind town folks Have enjoyed for so many, many years The wind chimes sent their peaceful melodies Into the ears of the sleepy residents But the unusual was approaching in the distance Something evil was heading towards this small town While the residents slept, something crept Slithered and crawled its way through the quiet streets Guided by the moon light These frightening strangers set up tents and rides Shows and games, there were savage jesters And wicked ringmasters There were horrid freak shows And sights only the impending doom will witness They brung with them the carnage That they had lived with for eternity The morning is a new day The people of this town will unwillingly witness The show of their lives, only rumored to exist You will be the next to die helplessly At the Carnival of Carnage |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Riddle Box (1997)
"Mr. Jackson, what are you talking about?
Well I've heard about those parties, they're immoral. Mr. Jackson, I thought you were respectable gentlemen. Now, don't give me that respectable gentlement bullshit, you little bitch." Mr. Jackson? "Now, stop playing dumb, you dizzy cunt." Hey baby, I heard you like to freak Then come out to play with me [Shaggy 2 Dope] Hey, what's up, I'm new in town I work for the circus, Shaggy the Clown Anyway, ole girl, I seen you around I guess I'm trying to say that I wanna be down, hey We had ice cream, sat in the park I walked her all the way home when it got dark She took me inside and when the door shut Next thing ya know I had my nuts in her butt, hey [Violent J] I wanna bitch whose down to f**k right away And even does my homies if it's okay A little bitch that's down for a quicky I love chicky chicky, I ain't being picky though So you might be a little bit fat You might even stink a bit, I don't mind that Even if you don't f**k on the first date Just put my nuts in your mouth and I'll stay [Shaggy 2 Dope] I need a girl who just don't give a f**k So, I'm caught strokin' her mom, I mean, so what A little skins here and there, ain't nothing I just need a bitch whose down with a lil somthin somthin [Chorus (2x)] Hey baby, I heard you like to freak Then come out to play with me [Violent J] My name's Violent J, so I can't f**k around Who's the dirtiest bitch in the whole town There she go, she workin' at Dairy Queen Bitch couldn't be a day over fifteen So I do her in the butt like that I hit it so quick, I made her butt-cheeks clap, haha Why wait around till she gets married 'cause I'm ready as long as the neden's hairy [Shaggy 2 Dope] Tootsie-tootsie pumpkin pie Looks like ya got nut in your eye My fault, I didn't notice, you was still there Now go and wash that shit out your hair, bitch I need a girl not afraid to bone Even if her mommas and pops is still home And if her daddy suddenly walks in He just might see me my nuts on his daughter's chin [Violent J] Everybody in the hood says that you're easy You look a little cracked out, a little sleasy You're a basehead, baby, you ain't shit I'm still down if you down for a lil somthin somthin A lil somthin somthin [Chorus (2x)] [2x] Bitch let me hit, I won't be long As soon as I nut, I'm gone [Chorus (3x)] |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Riddle Box (1997)
"Start tha movie."
"I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye. Yes, it was this. One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture. A pale, blue eye with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold. And so, by degrees, very gradually, I made up my mind to take the life of the old man and thus rid myself of the eye forever." So I'm headed door to door With my grandmother's cookie jar. I'm sellin' cookies, 12 for a dollar. I ring the doorbell, nobody wants any. I resort to goin' cheaper - 2 for a penny. Anybody, everybody, they hate me. I can tell when they spit and degrade me. There's only one house left, the last on the block. Old Man Willie on the hilltop. I ring the doorbel, the door creeps open. And there it was starin' and scopin'. The man's left eye, red, big, and drippin' I was trippin'. "Ahh, seeya!" I ran home. I couldn't stop thinking About his eyeball winking and blinking. And it looked not a damn thing like the other. Ugh! Shoulda wore a patch on the motherfucker. It hypnotized me, mesmorized me. Traumatized, paralyzed, terrorized me. Creepers, where'd you get that ball? And tell me how it even fits in your skull. (prechorus): I want a big long knife to stick it in. I wanna lift up the eyelid and kick it in. He's gotta die. I want his eye buried in my backyard. It ain't hard, I'm killin' Old Evil Eye! (End prechorus) (chorus): Evil eye... Oh-Oh-Eye (The bitch gon' die! Die-die-die-die-die-die-die) Evil eye... Oh-Oh (End chorus) "Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should've seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded with caution with what foresight, with what patience I went to work. I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him." A day gone pass since I heard about J.O. Met up in this sleigh, cuz I don't fuckin' play. Anyway, I gotta do him in. Got a rusty revolver Put the silver bullets in. I'm plannin' on playin' one right to his nugget. Down my drawers with the bucket. It's time to go, fuck it. I stuck it up... to his neck when he came to the door. I really didn't know what I was in for. First the cold man stared, no a gaze, no a stare. Kinda like there was no one there. How weird, my body froze with the blink of his eye. Evil eye, sendin' chills up my spine. What to do? What to do? I gotta try to break. I gotta try to make.. my way to the gate. Wait. I can't move, I'm stuck to the ground. W-What the fuck was that? I think I heard a sound, Turned around, there it was, starin' at my face. This little old man's eye's a make me a mental case. That's when I felt the pain deep inside, Deep inside, now his eye's open wide. (prechorus) (chorus) &aquot;That night it ceased. The old man was dead. I placed my hands on the heart and there for many minutes there was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eye will trouble me no longer. His eye will trouble me no longer." (chorus) (chorus) (chorus) (chorus) |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Riddle Box (1997)
Ladies and gentlemen
Welcome to your death Now let's see where you're headed Turn the crank And experience was in store for you Deep with the mighty Riddlebox (riddlebox echo 3x) The joke's on you, hehe, riddlebox Hahahahahahahahahaha Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked clowns Hey, I'm Violent J And I'm here Well, I'm here to kick your ass We the wicked juggalos We juggle those who live like hoes who chose The express route, one way Straight down the spiral twist To the Riddlebox The joke's on you, hehe, riddlebox Hahahahahahahahahaha Hey, what's up, motherfucker This is Shaggs 2 Dope Congratulating you on opening the box The Riddlebox It looks like you received your prize The cost, what it cost Was your ass, bitchboy! Hahahahah! The joke's on you, hehe, riddlebox Hahahahahahahahahaha Tell me, sir, what can you do? It looks like the joke's on you Come on down and turn the crank Let's see where your soul Will spend the rest of eternity What's it gonna be, mister? Heaven or hell, the bonus or the bone Turn the crank and let's find out Come on down, mister You don't have anything to be scared of Do you, sir? So what's gonna pop up out Of the mighty Riddlebox Spin the crank and let's find out What'd you say!? Step right up, who's first? Who's brave enough to step into Their new eternal destiny Surely someone must be confident That there life wasn't totally evil Step right up and seal your fate... |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Riddle Box (1997)
"Welcome to another exciting episode of Del Ray's number one
game show, The Joker's Wild! Shaggy, tell us something about tonight's contestants." "Hey, motherfuckers Get ready for the killer show of this bitch We gotta cop, we gotta judge, and we gotta redneck So step the fuck up and play the Joker's Wild!" [Violent J] Woohoo! Everybody smile Guess who's back on your underground dial (who?) It's the game show host with the most (Violent J) And tonight we finna have a little pig roast Cop copper, it's been a long while Lace up your boots and come on down the aisle Mr. Pig-Man packing that steel But tonight, you ain't shit, now spin the fuckin wheel Looks good, nice try Now let's see just how ya gonna die? Lucky, lucky, he landed on Carpenter Jed He just pounds nails in your forehead The pig got lucky that time But let's take a look who's next down the line Oh, the 43rd District judge Hey pal, remember me You threw me in jail Take a spin or I'll snap your neck The clicker's landed, let me check The Jokey, hey it ain't bad at all We just cut your face off and slap your skull Who's next for the games and fun? Hillbilly Earl, come on down, run The redneck that sicked his dog on me Now that's gonna cost you a spin, buddy Spin around and around it goes Staple your lips shut, cut off your toes Then I throw your corpse on top of the pile Anything goes on the Joker's Wild "Tell me who killed 17 people and later ate their dead bodies?" "Jeffrey Dahmer." "No, the correct answer would be your mother. Shaggs?" "Aww, shit, motherfuckers Get ready for round two of this bitch So, if you want your fucking neckbone chopped Step the fuck up and play the Joker's Wild!" [Violent J] You like big money and prizes, don't ya You'd probably kill for a big prize, won't ya Ya little bitch, it's your turn to spin Free money, now spin again Oh goody, the unzip your drawers I'm finna clip this chain on your balls Raise ya upside down for the bang bada Now we bust your head like a pinata (hey!) The audience loves that shit Listen to em cheer when your forehead splits Wait! Cut to a break, oh shit, d-damn ah We got guts on the camera "The Joker's Wild is brought to you by...Faygo EVERYBODY SING!!" "Send your momma straight up to the store, tell that bitch to bring home a Faygo" [Violent J] Welcome back to the Carnival Show Here's your chance for the big money cash flow Hit your buzzer, pull your lever Joker, joker, lemon, we sever your head Pick a door, one, two, or three It's the same behind every door, me There's no escape, now gimme that bald head The crowd can't help, look, they're all dead At home they just watching your doom We broadcast from hell to your living room I ripped off his knuckle, wicked clown style Anything goes on the Joker's Wild "It's time to play hit or miss. Contestant number one, open your mouth. Contestant number two, get ready. Will he hit or miss.... HE HIT! What's next?" "We got money, we got cash, we got prizes We got blood, we got guts We got naked dead bitches on the Joker's Wild" [Violent J] I got my yellow suit and my purple tie Somebody's gonna die, oh my It's Mr. Thompson, my next door neighbor Always bitchin, yellin from the kitchen Window, see he died and he went to hell though We meet again, I got my own game show Spin the wheel, cuz I just can't fuck around BONUS ROUND! Oh shit, the end of the game Bonus round, we goin' out with a bang You gotta chance for money and prizes You gotta chance at death, too hahah So get ready, I'm coming at'cha fast Your chance for freedom at last Four questions, so are you ready, Jack? "Uh, I think so", load the gat "The cop in here?" "Eats butt." "Yes. The square root of two?" "Uhhh..." "Correct. Nutsacs don't belong in?" "Butt cracks" "Right. Richboys eat?" "Caviar." "No, the correct answers bullets." (gunshots) "Oh geez, this is Bink Chipperwink saying so long till next week folks See ya later, goodbye" "That's it, go home (aww!)" |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Riddle Box (1997)
[Violent J]
Laying in my bed, I think of many horror tales Yet I barely move, my bed is made of nails I try to roll, my skin slowly tears away My flesh is stuck to my bed as I begin my day Walking out the house, this morning, the sky is red The streets are crowded with the bodies of the living dead They're trying to die, they're leaping off of roof tops Uh, they only scream in pain as their body flops I'd rather stay inside my home and only pray to die But my house is been on fire since like '85 I can only stand a night of the fatal smoke But see you never die, you only burn and choke So I leave out the house and walk the land Wild pigs run and feed off the dying man And look around you, there's bodies hanging from the trees But they're not dying, they're only crying "please" I hear the thunder in the sky, so I run in hide The deadly rain may soon come down, you got to get inside The lunatics see the lightning, they're screaming, yes It's raining blood, the streets are a bloody mess About once or twice a week though it thunder storms That's when giant heavy red and black clouds form It's raining blood, livers, and kidneys from the sky Prepare cuz when you die, you're coming to the killing fields "What shall that be? What shall that be? When that fine moment comes. When the curtains are drawn, the windows are shut, the doors close, and you've written what you've written, you said it, that's it. What will you look to be? What about it, mister, when you've had your last beer. You laughed at family and laughed at your little wife. She begged you not to go out to that bar." [Violent J] As I feed off a dead pig, I'm thinking back To when I had a heart beat, and how I would act I would steal from the poor, I'd laugh at the sick But in the killing fields, you get your fucking neck ripped So as I walk along, I meet a lot of strange folks Some people with no eyes, and gashed open throats And if they notice your eyeballs are working well They try to dig em out your skull, and go for self Now in the summertime, it's like a whole 'nother realm Water victims, fire, and oceans overwhelm To walk outside, the heat will surely cook your brains Try to run across the street your hair will burst in flames Victims in a panic run from the heated light Underneath the city, into the sewer pipes Into the fire storm this becomes your new land But there's no food, so you feed off the other men And now it's been seven months, I'm barely fed I chase a Billy Billy goat with a human's head He's steady screaming "Let me be! Let me be!" But while I chase him there's another demon chasing me All of time moves backwards, I'm growing old And the clouds are burning fire, and so I'm told That there's a lot of living souls such as the rich That choose to live like a bitch, I'll see you in the Killing Fields "You've had your big time of lust and sin and filth. What is the end going to be when you realize that time is up? You've crossed the finish line going in the wrong direction. What shall it be? What about it, ya man? When you spent your life in a few years time? You're burned out shell at 25 years of age. What shall it be? What about it? You could go to hell (what shall it be?) Come, come on down, down (you're going to the killing fields) |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Riddle Box (1997)
[Violent J]
Ohhhhhhhhhh! Hey yo, check it out man ICP's back in the haugh man Violent J, man 2 Dope, man Wicked clown, man Fuck yeah, man [Violent J] Hey, quick, hurry up, bang Open your mouth cuz here comes my wang I'm Violent J, the southwest skitso Born in a big top, magical mijisto Dead body disco, rapping to the hoochies Dirty old fat hoes come up with a smoochie Hoochie coochie la la la la I might pull your tongue out your mouth And try to hang ya It's a full moon and the riddle's are calling Three more cards and the sky's will be falling But don't take it from me, I'm just a clown Wicked clown, wicked town, juggalugalocolicky Down and out till my nuts start singing Dancing, hopping, I'm a keep bringing Riddles and tricks and dead body chicks With the swing of my magical wand The show must go on! "Well it all began when I was very young I was feeling so excited about the carnival's arrival Everyone was jolly and jittery I waited for their wagons until well after dusk That night, while I was sleeping I was awoken by a cold eerie wind Looking out, I seen strange men, cursing and filthy There were clowns setting up the dreary tent" [Shaggy 2 Dope] I'm 2 Dope and I sport tight Wranglers Don't say a word or I'll kick ya in the neck, bitch Everybody round make way for the clown Been to New York and L.A., I'm southwest down Walked into Del Ray's almost got my ass kicked Rather just chill in the yard in my casket Call up the hoes, have em swing by the tomb And get a little sticky stank up in this bitch Killer clowns kicked out the circus Used to get live, let the midget lady work this I was a freak show, they called me the Pogo I could make my ball sac bob like a yo-yo Give it up, give it up, southwest looney tune Killed another redneck, found his head in looney doon Gooney boon, booney goon, I can hear the loons In my head as I sing my wicked song The show must go on! "I never been afraid of clown But these clowns were different There was nothing funny about these clowns but then They smiled, they juggled, they laughed But yet something was terribly, terribly wrong I didn't like these clowns for I could see threw them I knew what they were really like I knew that this carnival that had come to my village Was an evil, evil thing" [Chorus (1x)] Come see the show, big top show Walk in and hang with the dead carnival Dead carny carnies, dead juggalos Walk in and hang with the dead carnival [Violent J] You ask do we gangbang, do we bang in a gang Do we bang bang, I'm a gangbanger, man I bang in a gang, man, you can suck my wang, man Richie boy, richie boy, it's a southwest thang Serial murderer, southwest maniac Slaughterer, lunatic, high school braniac Straight-A school boy, school kid Till I went to school and tried to murder everyone The show must go on! "My neighbors and friends were fools, all of them Totally unaware of the evilness within the clowns Their eyes reflected stairways into hell Their faces painted with blood I ran from the carnival clowns Yet every road and every path Led me right back to the big tent I had no excuse from the strong men, The freak show, and the Ringmaster" [Chorus (2x)] |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Riddle Box (1997)
"No, you ain't getting none, bitch. This shit costs money. Oh, hey.
Hey, kiddies. How are you like the ride thus far?" "Blah." "Excellent. This next one is about that shit that comes out of the sewers and pipes and chokes your neck. It's called the Smog. Ahahahaha!" The smog is coming... Aw shit, here it comes, creeping through the cracks The nooks, the crannies, hittin' smack It's filling up my head, I gotta get it out I got me a plan to get the shit out Pulled out an ice pick to pick the bitch up Smackin it, pushin it in my ear, fuck Lord, oh please, what's happenin' to me? It's the poisonous air from the smoke stacks, G Seaping in my head, fuckin' up my brain Driving me crazy, nuts, insane Sewer slut, G, greasy slime I'm always bucking with father time Cuz he's my motherfucking enemy number one Try to potcher up my life by fillin up my lungs The shit you call air, but I call it death Cuz it makes me choke and lose my breath My toes begin to curl, my fingers start to fold Got drool on my lips and my body's gettin' cold Don't know what to do, so now I start to panic But it's too late, I'm dead, the smog got me, fuck it The smog is coming... Another cloudy, it's raining, but not water It's raining oil out the sky, I think I outta Make a run but I slipped on an oil slick I can't move, I think I broke my fuckin' neck It's no surprise, I'm laying there paralyzed Looking up into the sky helped me realize About us, the clouds form a devil's face It must be a mirror image of the human race Oh shit, here it comes, the deadly smog I can tell by the howl of the stray dog The air is calm, the streets are so still When the smog creeps out the pipes for a kill Broken neck, I'm chilling cuz I'm a goner I can see the smog creepin around the corner I lay still and hope it doesn't notice me Oh shit shit, fuck fuck, shit, G Looking up, just to see it's deadly jaws I think I, I think I, I think I shit my drawers But it's okay, the smog left me alone So I lay and watch the clouds turn into stone They come crashing down over Del Ray One even landed on your homeboy Violent J And I'm dead, crushed me in a split second So if I'm dead, what the fuck am I doing on this record? The smog is here The smog is coming... Thoughts in my head (of a clown)... Thoughts in my head A dead body laying in his house For three weeks Until his neighbors Complain about the smell Didn't he have anybody To know he was dead A serial killer Decided to kill himself Before he actually killed someone else Was that good? Thoughts in my head An ocean of blood And with the bombs dropping It causes tidal waves Tidal waves that paint the town red Red Everybody's dead Thoughts in my head Of mothers and fathers Look at me And I can feel the hatred in their eyes And it's cold Their children Are nothing but them in the future Except it Thoughts in my head When sitting on her porch Bald headed From a disease she fought from the air The air that we breathe The air we breathe is fucked up It's fucked up Thoughts in my head All people wanna kill me But you can't kill me Cuz if you kill me I'll be back to kill you I will do it again Thoughts in my head A sixteen year-old little fuckin punk Sitting in his classroom Drawing a gang sign on a folder He lives in Birmingham Hills What the fuck do you know about love? Thoughts in my head People despise me and hate me And they don't know me I hate you too So it's all good It's all good Thoughts in my head This society That is so fucked up That is so evil That if somebody prays They get made fun of They get laughed at But it's not gonna be funny They won't be laughing When the bombs drop And the town is red Thoughts in my head... |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Riddle Box (1997)
{winding sound} Oohh, I like this toy! Hmm, watch it go.
{Gun fire} Ay! Ah! Ay! Uh! {Telephone ringing} {beeping sound} We're sorry, the person you are calling is dead I was like six, I used to get dissed by the chicks And everyone would chase me and hit me with bricks And rocks and sticks and callin' me names And fill my lunchbox with frog brains,Ugh! When I left school it was much iller My daddy was a serial killer, and how about that He always made me sit in the back With all his dead bodies in my lap, Move! When I got home, enough of the static Hammer and tools and up to the attic Never knew any other girls or boys Only my toys toys toys Bang clang hammer and twist Nobody knows I exist and I'm pissed But I won't be mentally scarred Instead I make toys, toys of the graveyard Monday, Ring of the bell It's all about show and tell Might as well Show all of these bastards just what I got Yo check out my toy box. "Nothin' feels better than a good hardy-har-har. Right boys and girls?" We got dead bodies everywhere you look All the nerds sittin up front got cooked Others start screamin and makin a dash So I start handin out toys fast at last You like slinkies? We got slinkies! Only mine like to wrap around your face then stretch, twist, kazoom, And whip your body all over the fuckin room So come one at a time Open your gift, and what you will find Is a toy my friend, that you'll never forget It's not everyday that you get your skull split You like soldiers? We got soldiers! Made with rubber and steel They look real But I wouldn't just toss 'em under yo bed That's how you get a axe to the fo' head Oh, and don't let 'em sit around all day Come home and find your mom... dead in the hallway Cuz they can be nifty All the toys are shifty (he-he) In my toy box (huh?) "Woooowie, that sure sounds like fun!" That's not a toy, hey wait a minute Don't fuck around, homie, you could lose an eye with it That's my double blade razor whip chop jimmy And it's mine motha fucka so gimme gimme you like toys? You come to the right place Try my little toy mutilatin mental case Wind 'em up and let him go among all of ya Then BANG! Serial slaughterer! Your turn, reach in and get lucky Oh look, he pulled out a rubber ducky [sqeaking] And it make a funny sound, then, Then BANG! thru the fingers off his fuckin hand Don't stop, class ain't done yet I remember you callin' me pointdex', Bookworm brainy, my aggrivation Went into these little creations Reach in you might find somethin wicked Wicked scary, chopping pickaderry Off with your head, a robot with a sword Now he's lookin at me, but what for? Wa-wait a minute, I made you, get them not me. Wait a minute, motherfuckers! O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-Oh I love this record!...(repeat 5x mixed w/:) Hahahaha, Hoohoohoo! Yahoo! Turn it off! Hahahaha, Hoohoohoo! Yahoo! Turn it off! (2x) O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-Oh I love this record!... O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-Oh I love this... "Turn it off!" Tell me why? Why do you feel that you should still be together with Lisa? Sure Cccc'mon man, our relationship ain't all weak and shit. Ya know I mean, I mean just because she's dead we should just break up or somethin? FUCK THAT! Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, listen to me, she's dead man you gotta move on So what! So she's dead Does that make you fresher than her? I didn't say that I don't think so! So she don't talk as much... and she really don't move around a lot. She's still fresh! She's still fun to be around! Heheh-heheh. You're just predjudice! Huh? You're predjudiced against dead people Aw man, you really are one sick bastard Tommy Yeah? Fuckoooff! What? Fuckoooff! What the fuck is that? What does that mean? It means Fuckoooff! Man, you fuckin lost it Yeah? FUCKOOOFF! |
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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 - The Amazing Jeckel Brothers (1999)
Welcome everyone to the big show
Jake and Jack, and the dark carnival Remove your hats or we'll cut off your heads Show respect you's amongst the dead Don't like bigots and richy boy fucks Ain't shit changed bitch check nuts Detroit, Southwest murderers die The greatest spectacle under the sky (Violent J) Five cards came and made they mark From moon you gone down Patton Park Fuck your drum kits, xylophone, cello I'm a wicked clown bitch hello Everbody come jump in our ride Bring you and your fat ass bitch inside Wagons, tents are swift as a breeze Can't nobody get with these, motha fucka BRING IT ON! (Chorus) Bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it (Violent J) Violent J, Shaggy 2 Dope serial killers with style Fashion of the 2000s and beyond Voodoo, chicken and magical wands Dead bigots, face down in the ponds Broken neck with the flick of our wrist All this playahatin gettin me pissed Fat chick, skinny chick, chicky chick hoe Swishers, Faygo's and Kung Fu blow's If Jake Jeckel drop it he ain't done No more chicks just sizlin balls (Violent J) I'll hypnotize ya like a vampire Bite your neck and set your head on fire Shoot me with silver bullets OK I'll pull 'em out, pawn 'em and get paid Here try my licorice treat I know dead folk that chew they feet Carnival moves in shadow of time And he's runnin a little behind, bitch BRING IT ON! (Chorus) Bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it (Violent J) Insane Clown Posse, ICP Axe murdering done with a touch of Detroit class Jeckel drop ball Shangri-La dies Jeckel drop ball Shangri-La dies Jeckel drop ball Shangri-La dies One for your greed Two for your lies Jeckel drop ball Shangri-La dies Jeckel drop ball Shangri-La dies Jeckel drop ball Shangri-La dies One for your greed Two for your lies (Shaggy 2 Dope) Shaggs 2 Dope serial killer Axe murder boy, wig cap peela I can wear a Fila jacket and look fresh I'm pimpin like David Koresh... Was! People think I got bombs in my locker Teachers try to open it up, I'mma sock her Get the fuck back and leave me alone Before I have to come to your home and see ya Wind me up and I can do flips And put the smackdown on your lips Billy Bill, Rude, Jumpsteady, Tom Dub Stefan, Legs, Double A got love Drinkin Moon Mist carnival bar Got folk love, people love whatever you are Fork side ways I'm a jugglin man Can't nothin stop the rain bitch BRING IT ON (Chorus) Bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it He's brings it to ya Like we work for the fucking federal UPS |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Amazing Jeckel Brothers (1999)
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 - The Amazing Jeckel Brothers (1999)
i like to uhhh, um if its koo with Jake and Jack
i'd like to address the juggalos (groan) on a uhh, personal matter because its not all good i mean things ain't always that koo you know? i mean i just wanna talk to u guys bout a problem i got (creeeeeek) and maybe you can help me i stab people 4-5 ppl every day i tried to see a shrink to stop that shit but there aint no FUCKIN way! i stabbed him, stabbed his nurse and his fuckin cat stabbed them stabbed em all like that i stab ppl i dunno i stabbed alex my maneger (hahahaha) he was like what the fuck I STABBED HIM IN THE GUT! i order food juss to stab the guy when he gets there i dont care i stab any body anywhere uh uh there! i stabbed the mail man he was pissed he tried to mace me I'm too quick with the stab, come on, come on chase me I stabbed Twiztid, Jamie Madrox I stabbed them Myzery stabbed me, ahh god damn him I stab old people, old ladies, little kids I don't give a fuck I stabbed a fat guy in the butt, hehe what? I met Pete Rose, stabbed him twice in his nipple I'm Violent J, I stab people Maybe somebody can help me Maybe somebody can help me Maybe somebody can help me Maybe somebody can help me |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Amazing Jeckel Brothers (1999)
It was like March, April
Fuckin Libra Taurus, born in 1775 I'm like 300 and somethin, but I'm still alive I used to hang with the original Billy the kid You probably think I'm only playin but, I did My daddies were a 2 headed freak show Mamma a fortune tella, Esmerel'a Zella Anyway they had sex on a Ouija board And I was born the next day Violent J When I was 14 I tripped on the train track And I was crushed right there, on the steel rack I'm out cold, they though it would fuck me up I got up and itched my butt, and I'm like, what? Everybody tripped and called me the clown devil boy child of the Witch heifer Whatever Tied me up burned me and threw stones Had a few scrapes and cuts Smokey Nuts After that they started bowin and shit Prayin to me, you know how those primitives get I said get off my dick I ain't a savior I'm what ya call a juggalo, and all I want is my flava 4 simple things in this bitch before I die I want a rusty ax I wanna know voodoo A fat bitch named Bridget And a little sip of Faygo to Till I get my shit in this motha fucka I will neva DIE! 50 years passed all my homies are old ass fucks I ain't even got hair on my nuts I left the village in the search of my ends, I wrestled Alligators Battled terminators Nothin ever killed me, nothin could harm me I fought in the civil war, Yankees army I walked across enemy lines with a mack 10 Man they didn't even have that shit back then How you just gonna come in my shit and fuck it up? Well at least make this shit sound real man damn! I walked acrossed enemy lines with a, lantern Steady takin cannon balls To the balls The war ended, I traveled the country horse back Until this fool tried to horse jack He put his gat to my head and blew my face up Didn't even smear the makeup I took his gun a put a divit in his neck The sherriff didn't like it I got indicted 87 long years in the state pen Till they finally forgot why they put me in They had to let me go, can't hold me on nothin On they way out they like "Yo ain't you like a houndred and somethin?" I'm said Yeah thats right, and I ain't gonna die till I get my shit motha fucka!!! I want a rusty ax I wanna know voodoo A fat bitch named Bridget Just a little sip or two Till I get my shit in this motha fucka I will neva DIE! I slept under bridges, lived in a valley Climbed up mountains, searched the alleys More years passed and I still ain't died Now I'm in Detroit on the Southwest Side My homie has an Impala blue '67 Last night we hit the road pushin 111 I stuck my head out the window told 'em floor it the most And let my nugget ping off a light post hahahaha hell yeah cuz, yeah it hurts a little bit but then ya gotta straight bust The world hates me cuz of shit like this They always try and kill me but, MISS I know it's odd cuz my face is forever painted When I was born the bitch ass doctor fainted My tongues a little long I choke people with it Looks kinda nasty, but chicks dig it And I told ya my neck can strech for miles I sorta look like somethin from the X-Files People wanna see me die for then a little bit But I'm a juggalo, and as a juggalo I want my SHIT And I ain't gonna die till I get it!!!! I want a rusty ax I wanna know voodoo A fat bitch named Bridget I said Faygo FUCK Mountain Dew Till I get my shit in this motha fucka I will neva Die! Die (2x) |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Amazing Jeckel Brothers (1999)
It was a soft gentle night
In the little town of, of, well, your town The gentle breeze swept the streets Creating that pleasant howl that these kind town folks Have enjoyed for so many, many years The wind chimes sent their peaceful melodies Into the ears of the sleepy residents But the unusual was approaching in the distance Something evil was heading towards this small town While the residents slept, something crept Slithered and crawled its way through the quiet streets Guided by the moon light These frightening strangers set up tents and rides Shows and games, there were savage jesters And wicked ringmasters There were horrid freak shows And sights only the impending doom will witness They brung with them the carnage That they had lived with for eternity The morning is a new day The people of this town will unwillingly witness The show of their lives, only rumored to exist You will be the next to die helplessly At the Carnival of Carnage |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Amazing Jeckel Brothers (1999)
Boom shaka boom (3x)
Ladies and gentelmen come here meet your greet Your keeper of wickedry The path to shangrila ha ha ha is bestled by he best led by you He is of your negativity he is of your hate Meet the other half of the jugglin duo That is your soul the amazing jack Jeckel (Jeckel another J catch one more They'll try and catch all thats in store for you How many souls will fall from the sky How many souls burned wondering why) (repeat till end) |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Amazing Jeckel Brothers (1999)
"gregorian chant"
boom-shaka-boom ha ha ha boom-shaka-boom ha ha ha ladies and gentleman meet you guardian your keeper of morals the path to save your lives lead my heal and by you he is of your positivity he of your love meet on half of the juggaling duo that is your soul Im talkin bout uhhhhhhhhh JAKE JECKEL jack throw another jake catch one more they'll try catch all thats in store for you (how many more) how many souls will fall from the sky(for you) (how many more) how many souls burn wondering why(for you) (how many more) how many souls will fall from the sky(for you) (how many more) how many souls burn wondering why(for you) |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Amazing Jeckel Brothers (1999)
He He He
(knock knock) Oh shit he's here Hi 'Uhh how ya doing? Is this the right place for that furniture ahh' Yeah sure is come on in 'Pretty nice place here you got here cobwebs are a nice touch So that's the couch eh?' Yeah we got some um take a look at the upholstry right there 'That's pretty fucking nice I haven't seen Whoa you all right there' Excuse me real upholstry 'I ain't seen nothing like that since shit like back in the'...CLUNK Mutherfucka!! YOU WANT MY COUCH?! You muthaFUCKA!! I need your mutherfucking brain! YOU CAN'T HAVE MY COUCH! WHAT THE FUCK YOU THINKIN'?! Now come here you BIG FAT MUTHA FUCKA get on the table! I was never popular this I'll admit, fuck school School never liked me, cool All the kids would always beat me till I'm half dead Make fun of the size of my forehead But that shit never bothered me See momma and mother they owned a lot of property They had a science lab in the basement and that's where my free time ......Well all my time was spent I made a mouse with a chicken head it clucked three times Cluck Cluck Cluck, then it was dead I made a lot of things cool Like a frog with a turkey neck(gobble gobble gobble) it was the shit, yeah! But I'm still lonely I need a homey So I collected limbs and made me a zombie I could have made a girlie friend But fuck that I got my girlie right here(masturbation and moaning sounds) yeah! You can call me mad professor I will make a friend for me You can call me mad professor We will rule eternity 'So this is like where you live?' That's right why you don't like it? 'I mean oh my god it's dirty Do you like'- THUD Hehe Shut up BITCH! GIMME YOUR TIPPIE TOES! I used some many body parts it was crazy I killed a whole bunch of muthafucka's like, what eighty? They all chipped in on my special friend Everything helps even if you got a finger to lend, come on! I hear the other children playing outside "Keep it down you little bitches I'll skin your fucking hides" Careful! this part's wack(what?) Somehow I gotta attach this nut sack(eh!) Shit! Fuck! I'm sawing off an elbow Looking at the meter my quazar in the low(what?!) Or better yet look out the fucking window(oh) I see a storm coming it's all most time to roll Screw the head on come on, come on It's the thuggish ruggish Bone OK it's time hit the switch turn it up a hertz Fuck!! Shit, didn't work You can call me mad professor I will make a friend for me You can call me mad professor We will rule eternity Hey 'Hey you call for a wrecka?' Sure did come on in 'I got the truck running outside I'm gonna go ahead' THUD 'Oww muthafucka what you'd hit me with a fucking frying pan or sumthing? what the fuck' THUD What the fuck bro? You crazy mutherfucka oww that shit hurts' (Violent J is in pursuit) THUD Come here!! THUD 'I'm gonna fuck you up!' Get back here!! 'He's trying to kill me!!' THUD It wasn't always easy(hell nah!) let me tell ya But fuck that (err!) cause I ain't no failure(YEAH!) I put the shit with the veins and stuff with that wait a minute (fart sound) You hear that? Yeah! It's alive(wooo), I just gotta wake it up Hand me that Rock N Rye Pour it in the cup Give it to his ass WAIT HOLD UP pause I ain't cleanin' his draws man fuck that! Get him set, get him ready it's all most time Paint his ugly ass face up almost like mine I see him twitching I'm on a roll He can help me tell the whole world about the carnival(wooo!) Turn the hertz all the way up for this shit And just wait for that (come on come come on come on) lightning bolt to hit Did it work? You make the call! Shaggy ? "What up Y'all?!" (triumphant shouts) I'm Alive, I'm alive!! You can call me mad professor I will make a friend for me You can call me mad professor We will rule eternity You can call me mad professor I will make a friend for me You can call me mad professor We will rule eternity You can call me mad professor I will make a friend for me You can call me mad professor We will rule eternity We will rule eternity We will rule eternity We will rule eternity We will rule eternity |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Amazing Jeckel Brothers (1999)
Every year it's more of us and all we do is fill the box
You might play with me at first a couple days a week at tops Just like your atomic supersonic retro plasma car We will all get tossed inside just like the piece of shit we are I will be your fantasy imaginary special friend I can feel you, I relate with you, no need to talk to them But instead you toss me in the box leave me to rot away Hoping you'll pick me again some day...hey hey Why don't you come play with me and take me to the other side Lost under a Raggedy it's lonely when you're locked inside (Repeat) I will sit and listen to your bibble babble jibber talk But when you go in tonight you'll leave me out here on the walk You'll ignore your little friend or trade me for somethin instead Please come get your doggy, don't let him chew off my fuckin head All your mom and daddy do is work and fight thats all they do I can understand the way you feel because I feel it too But you leave me in the box and I can barely hear you play Lost among the toys of yesterday, hey hey hey hey Why don't you come play with me and take me to the other side Lost under a Raggedy it's lonely when you're locked inside (Repeat) Boys and girls...fuck that old crusty shit! Come down and get your brand new (ha) shiney, slimey, atomic shithead! I can see you near the bed when I look through this tiny crack You've become much older now and I don't see you turning back Seven years in darkness I can only hope my wish comes true That one day I'll get you in my hands...AND I'LL PLAY WITH YOU!!!!!! Why don't you come play with me and take me to the other side Lost under a Raggedy it's lonely when you're locked inside... (repeat x5) |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Amazing Jeckel Brothers (1999)
Mutha Fucka!
You don't know shit, do ya? You wouldn't know shit if it whip kicked you in your ugly bitch ass face. You aint even begun to experience drama mutha fucka! Yo mama Yo motha fuckin big fat titty faced ass mama Dont even know about this drama! MUTHA FUCKA! Oh my god! Look at the...Turn it up please Poor Nancy Karrigan, sweet little knees Somebody took her black thing and went thug! THATS TERRIBLE! We heard about it for months What about that one nobody guy that they found? Dead in the grass with his dick in his ass 'les there was more, but you won't recall Cause Michael just squeezed up on some little kid's balls What you consider...DRAMA, aint all that Its just that you whack! With your intergalactic satalite data compress But we can't feed the homeless And then OJ's whack story unfolded Everybody watched that while Oklahoma exploded.. nine-hundred good reasons why this really dont care.. THATS WHAT IT COSTS FOR A WHEELCHAIR! Chorus: What ya know its terrible (terrible) You dont know whats terrible (terrible) (x2) Is she so terrible you gotta beat her you bitch ass whack mutha fucka?!? La Di Da..We gotta protest that Some rock n roll ninja bit the head of a rat lets march in his concert, and tell him to hell cause he's so FUCKIN TERRIBLE Meanwhile his record sells, double and triple Cause of you, worryin about him rubbin his nipple Religous? Shit, you helped them bands Instead of helpin them poor people eatin out of them garbage cans When you done with that bitch, come protest me Shiiiiiit, Mutha fucka, I could use some money The whole world was cryin, when Kurt went KABANG When Eazy-E died though it wasn't no thang Rapper died of AIDS but you hardly mention Rocker blows his face off and becomes a legend Heroin and a shotgun, a hero was made Maybe I should do that shit so..Jay can get paid Chorus(x2) Are your kids so terrible you gotta beat on them too you drunk mutha fucka?!?! (Rebel Flag)In your schools (Rebel Flag)In your parks (Rebel Flag)In your courtrooms (Rebel Flag)In your hearts (Rebel Flag)Stood for slavery (Rebel Flag)Stood for war (Rebel Flag)Stood for hatred But just go ahead and Hang your flag up some more Dont worry about my god damn flag boy, whats terrible is you damn rappers cursin' The country we live in was built by slaves Beat on and murdered, and stuffed in their graves We put a slave owner on the one dollar bill And you wanna know why I kill people?!?! Bombs are blowing up, cops are corrupt And all you care about is who the president fucked?! You dont know terrible, but you will AS SOON AS OUR WAGONS COME OVER THE HILL!!! Chorus(x2) You dont even know what the fuck is in store for that bitch ass of yours Let me get a look at that bitch ass of yours There it is! It looks like a bitches ass you bitch ass mutha fucka!!! Chorus(x4) |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Amazing Jeckel Brothers (1999)
From Southwest Detroit, deep within Zug Island's industrial waste depository. It's Shaggy Time!!!
(Shaggy 2 Dope) Hey, how ya doin down there It's nice to see ya, alright! Waddup ya'll? Welcome to the show I'm Shaggy like you don't fuckin know This is my sidekick, Fat Pat He goes, hehehe, and all of that Anyhow on my way here I almost died This bitch in front of me was like 105 They worry about drunks and late night truckers Old ass bitches tryin to kill motherfuckas This lady's got her left blinker on for an hour or more Then she makes a right into my side door This comedy shit's gettin old (The game is to be sold, not to be told) You can feel the excitment, right? Snoop Dogg is with us tonight Hahaha that's what I'm sayin On the Shaggy Show, shiit we ain't playin And that ain't it, also on the show Anotha motherfucka that, well, most of ya know You see 'em with me a lot, he's like a brother Violent J's in this mutherfucka! (I like that kid Violent J) Hey Mike "Whats up?" How ya doin today? "Just great Shaggs" Well that's great Lets give a hand, To Mike E. Clark and that gangsta fun band! We'll be right back with Violent J! (Playa Hater's Degree 'Commercial') (Shaggy 2 Dope) Ok, my first guest, he's nutty as hell He just served a half a year in the county jail Now he's back, for now at least Hey Violent J's in this bitch ass piece (Violent J) Waddup ya'll? Whats happenin' It's been six months and my dick ain't haven it If I don't hurry up and get me some ass I might bust this nut on your tv glass Anyway I'm workin on my brand new shit A brand new group with my homies, Twiztid It's called Dark Lotus, should I play some for ya'll? Hell Nah! (Shaggy 2 Dope) Now I been hearin a little of this and that About you havin some kinda panic attack Tell us, um, is it true? And when you have one, what tha fuck do you do? (Violent J) Well I'll be sittin there enjoyin a coffe And then all of a sudden I'm like, get off me! Then I start chokin out pedestrians Until they give me my shot of calaphlestrian But that's all over now and that's that I'm a perfectly normal necrophiliac Just don't test me, or pull strings forget it I might grab your neck and do bad things with it (Shaggy 2 Dope) Well on that note, thank you J, for real Well just pop you one of them Fallopian pills Take your ass back stage now and relax Snoop Dogg is comin up next!!! Stay right here we'll be right back (Mamma's Hot Chilli 'Commercial') (Shaggy 2 Dope) Thanks fellas, alright yo we're back My next guest pioneered the sound of rap He's come a long way from the LBC Please welcome Snoop D-O double G (Snoop Dogg) Look up in the sky it's a bird, it's a plane It's the big dogg yo, fuckin wit the Insane Clown, get down, nigga I represent the town Hey yo Violent J let's go half on this pound I stay gangsta lay funk, I drop the bomb They call me Snoop Dogg and I can raise your arm So any MC that seem to disagree with me Step up and watch your motherfuckin ass meet defeat (Shaggy 2 Dope) Snoop, you got platinum on your wall Where all the fools stare and scratch their balls They wanna be like you, They wanna try to and steal your flows Yo, why is that so? (Snoop Dogg) It's like everywere I look, and everywere I go Some bitch ass nigga tryin to steal my flow But I don't pay 'em no attention, oh should I mention I'm all about the money and ridin in cars with suspension Bounce, makin on the corners smokin dope Smokin that weed hangin out with my locs and folks Don't give a fuck about nothin at all That's why I'm known to the world As big motherfuckin Snoop Dogg, nigga (Shaggy 2 Dope) Snoop Dogg everybody! Now we gotta bring a close to our party Thanks Violent J my loc And thank you Snoop for that bag of smoke Join us next time for the show We'll have that one bitch from Letters To Cleo That's it for now, I'm out this bitch Hey yo gangsta fun, show 'em how ya got rich! |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Great Milenko (1999)
The beast lives out of the raging storm in the dead of night
The ravenous, blood-sick creature searches for it's sacrifice Through the hideous darkness, it lurches, driven by death itself Only the satisfaction of slaughter will cause it to return to the darkness from which it came... Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (hiiiiiiiiiii)Boys and girls, it's nighty night time Happy J the Clown has a nursery rhyme It's about, The Boogie Woogie Man Keep your light on as long as you can Cuz when it cuts off, so does your head Boogie Woogie Woogie waits under your bed With a shank, shpah!, up through the bottom Little Jimmy Jimmy Got 'em! It's the one and only Boogie Man He creeps, he hides, he sneaks, he slides If your little feetsies are hanging off the edge of the bed You're runnin on stubs motherfucker!!! Wellllllll, moonlight fills the room that u sleep in Things go bump in the night, me creeping Ouch! Fuck! I stubbed my toe If you'd just quit leaving your shit all over the fuckin floor Fuck it, you're dead anyway And I'm gonna leave your head smack dead in the hallway In the morning, when your daddy walks out (AAAAHHH!!!) His foots in your mouth, thanks to the Boogie Man Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (here comes the boogie man) Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (haha haha haha haha) Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (make way for the boogie man) Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (mom! dad! haha! haha!) Does the Boogie Man really exist? Welllll, is your mother a bald-headed freak bitch? yes! You fall asleep and wake up dead With a broken broom stickin out yo forehead I sing lullabies until you dose off Tie you down and chew your fuckin toes off And then spit 'em out back in your face Fuck, wash your feet bitch! The world famous Boogie Woogie Wu will come to you Slumber parties, sleepovers, intimate nights Watever the occasion for the midnight hour He will gladly come and fuck that shit up I don't beat women, fuck that, I'm above it (no no) But I'll cut her fucking neck and think nothing of it You didn't know the Boogie Man was a clown But when you see the juggla your holding your jugular" With a swing, chop, stab, swing, chop You're holding your neck together, but your nuts drop And the cops do the best they can They pull the ax out your face and say "Was it the Boogie Man?" Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (what was he wearing?) Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (haha haha haha haha) Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (make way for the boogie man) Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (mom! dad! haha! haha!) Please don't let me fall asleep Cuz the Boogie Man will creep Through my window in my room Stab me with a broken broom! Please don't let me fall sleep Cuz the Boogie Man will creep Through my window in my room Stab- ... BOOGIE WOOGIE WOOGIE! It's the incredible, undeadable Boogie Man Go ahead, pull the covers over your head Hide under them, he don't give a fuck It'll just make it that much more easier For him to suffocate your face! There's three ways to stop me from doing what I do Wat? you think I'm a tell you "Mom, can you leave the door open a bit?" Thanks, an easy way in, you fucking idiot Now I stretch your neck out and play it like a banjo Boomchicka boomchicka like that shit, yo Then I stretch it out more and fling ur head through the wall It's the Boogie Man y'all Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (here comes the boogie man) Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (haha haha haha haha) Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (make way for the boogie man) Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (mom! dad! haha! haha!) |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Great Milenko (1999)
This one goes out to the ninjas
Thats been down since Carnival of Carnage Nah, fuck that, since Dog Beats Nah, fuck that, since Basement Cuts, motherfucker How long will the juggalos be down with me? How long till they forget me, check it out What if I grew another fucking head And his name was Violent Ed And he head butt me every time I cussed I would need two microphones when I bust Would you show me love even with another head Or would you be like, "Fuck you and Ed" Or what if I sold out like a bitch And took the make-up off and went soft, eww Called myself Detroit Southwest Lover And put my ugly ass face on the album cover With R & B top ten hits And we had Jodeci singing all over our shit (aaahhhh!!!!) Fuck that, though, yo, I'm a juggalo So don't forget me like you did with Menudo What about when the world's like fuck us kill us, what will you be? (down) What about when I'm 103, what will you be? (down, down) What about when the world's like fuck us kill us, what will you be? (down) What about when the carnival comes to your town? (i'm a be down with the clown) How long will you be down with a ghetto puppet I say I'm sick in the nugget and you love it I ate a dead body, I ain't proud of it I told you all about it, and you all applauded (HEY!!) I got problems, I'm haunted by a carnival I could run and tell a doctor, but what for I just put it on tape with a fat beat And make a quick buck, I'm like fuck I could of came out sportin some Hammer pants Kick-steppin with Shaggs, and tryin to dance Making mom happy, keeping it soft I'd rather grab my dick and tell your mom to fuck off! I know then you'd probably start to trip And swing at me, but hit Violent Ed in the lip Look I don't even know what I'm trying to say Just don't forget me like you did with Rob Bass What about when the world's like fuck us kill us, what will you be? (down) What about when I'm 103, what will you be? (down, down) What about when the world's like fuck us kill us, what will you be? (down) What about when the carnival comes to your town? (i'm a be down with the clown) I'm a be down, I'm a be down Down with the clown till I'm dead in the ground(12x) |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Great Milenko (1999)
(Chorus 2x)
Great Milenko (HaHa ha haha) Great Milenko (Hehe hehe Haha haha) Great Milenko (HaHa ha haha) Great Milenko (Hehe Hehe Haha haha) (Violent J) Come one, come all, and witness magic! I introduce to you, an occult sorcerer Of the ancient craft of Necromancy A caster of mind-bending illusions From the nether void of the shadow walkers Excelled from Shangri-La, The Great Milenko (Chorus 2x) Great Milenko (HaHa ha haha) Great Milenko (Hehe hehe Haha haha) Great Milenko (HaHa ha haha) Great Milenko (Hehe Hehe Haha haha) (Shaggy 2 Dope) Ladies and Gentlemen Witness the keeper of arcane, wicked voodoo magic A beguiler of spells, hexes, and curses With the help of potions, talismans, and ancient relics From the forbidden realms of the Dark Carnival Ladies and Gentlemen The Great Milenko (Chorus repeat until song ends) Great Milenko (HaHa ha haha) Great Milenko (Hehe hehe Haha haha) Great Milenko (HaHa ha haha) Great Milenko (Hehe Hehe Haha haha) |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Great Milenko (1999)
Ticket please, thanks, walk through the door
Into the Halls Of Illusions, visit yours And see what coulda and shoulda and woulda been real But you had to fuck up tha whole deal "Lets take a walk down the hallway It's a long way it, it takes all day!" And when you get to tha end, you'll find a chair With straps and chains, we slap you in there Lock you down tight so you can't move a thread And pull your eyelids up over your head Cuz you're about to witness an illusionary dream It's just to bad it ain't what it seems You walk in and see two kids on the floor They playin Nintendo and he's got tha high score And sittin behind them chillin in a chair Is your wife, when ya look, oh, you ain't there It's some other man in the hand in hand Now she looks so happy you don't understand See this is an illusion, it never came true All because of you! Back to reality and what you're about Your wife can't smile cuz ya knocked her teeth out And she can't see straight from gettin hit Cuz you're a fat fuckin drunk piece of shit But it's all good here, come have a beer I'll break the top off it and shove it in ya ear And you're death comes wicked painful and slow At tha hands of MILENKO! Great Milenko, wave your wand Don't look now, your life is gone This is all because of you What you got yourself into Great Milenko, wave your wand Don't look now, your life is gone This is all because of you What you got yourself into Look who's next it's Mr. Clark The dirty old man from the trailer park You got your ticket? Thanks take your coat off And later on, why not, I'll rip your throat off "Lets take a walk down the hallway It's a long way it, it takes all day" And when you get to the end you'll find a chair You see all the blood, yeah your boy was just here We get all different kind of people comin through Richies, chickens and bitches just like you In the Halls everybody gets a turn To sit and witness your illusion before you burn What do we have here, oh yeah, no way It looks like your kids and they okay Your daughter's chillin up in college top grade And your son's a fuckin doctor, phat paid They got families and kids and it's all good They even coach little league in the neighborhood Is this true have ya really seen tha holy ghost? Nah, bitch, not even close! Back to reality your son's on crack And your daughter's got nut stains on her back And they both fuckin smell like shit And live in the gutter and sell crack to each other When they were kids you'd beat em and leave em home And even whip em with the cord on the telephone And that reminds me man hey ya gotta call Watch your step to Hell...it's a long fall! Great Milenko, wave your wand Don't look now, your life is gone This is all because of you What you got yourself into Great Milenko, wave your wand Don't look now, your life is gone This is all because of you What you got yourself into Ah, it's time to pack up and move to the next town But we forgot Mr. Bigot, okay, dig it We can't show you an illusion cuz we're all packed But I'll still cut ya neck out, hows that? Great Milenko, wave your wand Don't look now, your life is gone This is all because of you What you got yourself into Great Milenko, wave your wand Don't look now, your life is gone This is all because of you What you got yourself into Great Milenko, wave your wand Don't look now, your life is gone This is all because of you What you got yourself into Great Milenko, wave your wand Don't look now, your life is gone This is all because of you What you got yourself into |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Great Milenko (1999)
[preacher] "Give God the first portion of your income, say that with me."
[crowd repeats] "Give God the first portion of your income." [preacher] "Give it first! Not after the deducts. Not after the social security, and the hospitalization, and the malnutrition. Not after all these things on ya check, ya say 'I'ma give God a little what's left.' You do, and that's what you gonna get from God." Who am I? I'm not the Devil, I can take you to my level, Above the rocks, above the earth, Tell me what your soul is worth. How much money do you make? How much will you let me take? I will give you tranquility, Just send you wealth and checks to me. Life is going to expire, And your soul will burn in fire. You will perish in the thunder, Unless you call my hotline number. God has asked you to make me rich, Me and my fat-rat gaudy bitch. On your T.V.'s late at night, Send those checks, and I'll guide you to the light. [preacher] "Don't put away your wallets just yet, brothers and sisters. There's somebody here I'd like all of you to meet. This is little Jonathan. Jonathan, say hello to the lovely people." [Jonathan] "Hello." [preacher] "Jonathan has problems. Twisted neck, tangled legs, crooked spine! But we can heal this boy! For just, uh, six thousand dollars, we can heal this boy!" God called me and then stopped by, And he told me you're gonna die, Unless you buy my holy water, (Check, cash, or a money order.) This is true, don't question me, I'll even send you shit for free. It's only ten buck for the call, And I'll send a prayer, no charge at all. Put your lips up to the screen, Close your eyelids, and intervene, Your lips to mine, now send the cash, And while you're there, you can kiss my ass. Take your paycheck, and send me half, And I'll send you God's autograph. I'll get you Allah's, and Bhuddah's too, Even Zeus, I dont give a fuck who, Just send me that money. [preacher] "Would you like to be healed, little Jonathan?" [Jonathan] "Yeah, Reverend." [preacher] "You see, brothers and sisters, this-" Beep-beep! Beep-beep! [preacher] "Excuse me. [under breath] I told him never to page me on a sermon day. Yes? Uh-huh. Hallelujah. Outtie. People, that was the lord, today only, he will heal this boy, for just five thousand dollars!" Pass the collection plate Pass the collection plate Pass the collection plate Pass the collection plate (Show me how you give, I'll tell you how to live.) Your total's twenty-two eleven, For your set of keys to heaven. Make the checks out in my name, Me or God it's all the same. Bring your crippled ass to me, Pay my usher the holy fee. I'll bless your legs, and bless your chair, Then wheel your bitch-ass outta here. Now a special ceremony, This part don't cost any money. Drip a drop of blessed water, Now I fertalize your daughter. Even though I fucked a hooker, Took your baby girl and shook her, You still buy everything I sell, And I'm livin' well See you in hell. [preacher] "Four-thousand eight-hundred, nine-hundred, five thousan-Hallelujah! You did it, brothers and sisters! Are you ready, Jonathan? Lord almighty, we've met your price, give me the healing power, I can feel it! Lord! Rumilumilamanamanumi! This boy is healed!" [Jonathan] "Huh?" [preacher] "Now, to the naked eye, it would appear that this boy has not been healed, but I can assure you, this boy's spirit has been healed! Inside this tangled, mangled frame is a healed little boy. His spirit is healed! Hallelujah!" [one sided phonecall to a restaurant] "Country Cookin', can I take your order?... You want the red-eye gravy with that?... With chitlins or black-eyed peas?... Lemme cypher up your bill, here... That comes to fourteen ninety-five... Okay, be ready quicker that two jiggles of a jackrabbit's ass." |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Great Milenko (1999)
"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 - The Great Milenko (1999)
(chorus:)
How many times will I ask myself why, how many times? How many times will I ask myself why, how many times will I cry? (end chorus) (chorus) How many times will you honk your horn and say fuck you? Now what the fuck does that do? Ya feel better now? I didn't let ya pass, How 'bout I stop my car, and beat your fuckin' ass? How many times will my neighbor beat his wife? Somewhere in that house there's a butcher knife. Fuckin' drunk, swingin' his fists about, Why don't you wait till he sleeps, then take him out? How many times will I sit in a hot car? Traffic jam, been sittin' for a fuckin' hour. Must be an accident, I hope nobody died, Finally get there, and the crash is on the other side! The gawkers roll by and creep slow, Hopin' they can see a mangled body show. Some park, and stand there and watch it all, With their kids, they point, and fuckin' stare! (and just look!) I remember one time I was pulled over, Handcuffed, the cop was like, show's over. People watching, hoping that he shoots me, I just wanted to choke their fucking heads! (chorus w/vocal ad lib) (chorus) How many times will I wait in a line, It's three-thirty, I fuckin' got here at nine. I'm finally up to the front, can't wait another minute, Why am I here? To pay a fucking parking ticket. The lady at the counter acts like a fuckin' bitch, No smiles, no help, you're just a piece of shit, I'm gettin' pissed, calm down, fuck it, forget it, Back to my car, and there it is, another ticket! How many times will a crackhead smoke crack, And ask me for some money cuz he wants crack, Give him money, again, he's coming back, Walk away, and here's another, "Gimmie crack." How many time will a kid give a dirty look, A little punk-ass bitch tryin to be a crook, I wrote the book, I was out robbin' liquor stores, When you were just a nut stain in your mama'a drawers. (chorus w/vocal ad lib) (chorus) How many times will you steal my car stereo, It don't even work, ya feel like a bitch, don't ya? I vacuum all the fuckin' glass off from my seat, I sit down, and got a piece stuck in my butt-cheek. How many times did I walk in, and just sit, And have to listen, and learn all this bullshit, Learnin' history and science, fuckin' wait, Knowin' that, will that put food on my plate? Yeah, can I walk into McDonald's, into the counter, And tell 'em you can make limestone from gunpowder, Will they give me a cheeseburger if I know that shit? Fuck no, fuck you, and shut your fuckin' lip! How many times will a judge decide my fate, Who is he? A bitch! Nothin' great. He takes shits, and fuck his old floppy wife, Plays with his balls and judges my life! (And who the fuck is he? He judges my life!) (chorus w/vocal ad lib) (chorus) (chorus) (chorus) "Dawg, I peels caps all day long, mutha fucka. The call me the big wheeler cap peeler, ya know what I'm sayin'? I run this whole mutha fucka. The whole block, dawg. They call me the king. The big king. King killer big wheeler cap peeler, yeah. That's what they call me around this mutha fucka. I run this bitch. I got this bitch locked down. I'm a big gang banga, man. I'm a gang banga mutha fucka. See, they ain't think that we was gang bangin' out in this neighborhood, but they don't know about me and my clique, dawg. And if you all wanna be down, shit, we can sit down and talk, ya know what I'm sayin-" "BOBBY!!! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE RIGHT NOW AND FINISH YOUR HOMEWORK!" "Uh, here I come! Aw dawg, I gotta go, man. But look, meet me here tomorrow after school. Oh wait, I got yearbook. Awright, meet me here around five-thirty tomorrow, dawg. Awright guys, peace." "I hope he doesn't get grounded, dude." "Yeah, me too, 'cause then we couldn't be gang bangers." |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Great Milenko (1999)
Welcome to the Dark Carnival. The tunnel of love. Allow your emotions to run wild. Allow your passion to soar freely. Welcome to the Tunnel of love. (Play backwards and more messages can be heard) |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Great Milenko (1999)
(Violent J)
Jump out of bed and I head for the grapenuts Eat em quick or they soggy and that sucks Trying to find a clean pair of socks and a shirt Still sporting the same drawers even though they hurt In the fridge, there's a Faygo, it tastes ill Cause it's flatter then a bitch on a Big Wheel I got a few moneybacks and a little change So I'm heading to the store when the phone rings (Shaggy 2 Dope) What up man, check it out, I know this bitch She's got another friend with her and her dad's rich If we find us a ride out to Wyandotte Guarenteed, we can fuck em both on the spot (Violent J) Oh shit, let me call Bill Bill I wanna go and let my nuts do the windmill He ain't home, fuck, I'll call Mike Clark Cause I know he can get the fuckin Skylark He said he can, but he's broke and it needs gas But I wanna buy this Faygo, think fast I know my brother, Jumpsteady's, got a few bones But that's going through his shit when he ain't home (Shaggy 2 Dope) Nevermind J, Legs loned me a ten No need to get punched in your head again Tell Mike to scoop me up right away And it's Faygo and neden hoes all day (Violent J) Fuck yeah, I throw my Pro Wings on my feet Lock the house, and wait for em in the street I wish I had a piece of gum or something fuck My mouth still kinda tastes grapenuts Here they come, nope, it wasn't them Seems like the same car's driving by again It pulls up, "hey man, you're outta luck" What, what ya say man Fuck |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Great Milenko (1999)
"Does this excite you? Think about it! Does it not stagger the
imagination? No builder owner can concieve any structure to compare to the mansions above. Won't that be something when you go to live in your own mansion? There'll be no concern about paying for it it's already taken care of. There'll be no worry of being moved out of it. It will be yours forever." [Shaggy 2 Dope] I got shot.. Ah!, the murder was heinous The bullet went in my eyeball and out my anus And I was hit, that was it, on the spot Flash, I woke up in a parking lot And I'm sittin in a '64 Reinkeys With 'Shaggy Dope' written on the car keys I look around, I can't believe that it's possible I'm dead, and I made it to the Carnival I walk in, it's everything I dreamed of Everybody and they momma got clown luv Japanese, Lebanese, and Chinese, Portuguese, and southwest ghetto g's (woop woop!) Hangin' out with redneck truck drivers Instead of always givin' each other piledrivers I see my old homie, he died in a drag Chillin' with two bitches, "What up, Shaggs?" And he passed me a blunt like a tree trunk I tried to hit it, but couldn't even fuck with it And to think, I always been afraid to die But I ain't never goin back to wonder why. [Chorus (2x)] We all gonna die, but I'm not gonna fry Even though most never try I'm not gonna let this pass me bye, no [Violent J] I was born, first, they threw me in a shit pile I dealt with it, and lived there for a while I got dissed on, pissed on, and beat down Mutilated, and tossed out a dead clown Next thing ya know, I'm chillin' at the big top Free money, and mad bitches non-stop No water, it's Faygo on tap I wash my hair, and my face, and my butt-crack with it Cuz I can, cuz I'm phat paid I got a five story funhouse with a maid And she walks around with her titties hanging out And when I cough, she come and dust my balls off (woop woop!) I'm headed up to the show, I'm gonna see Jimi Hendrix, Selena, and Eazy E Elvis tried to open up but got dissed off We got pissed off, because he sounded like butt There's no fights, it's a perfect match Hillbillies in the crowd tryin' to cabbage patch And to think, I've always been afraid to die But I ain't never goin back to wonder why. [Chorus (2x)] We all gonna die, but I'm not gonna fry Even though most never try I'm not gonna let this pass me bye, no "Does this excite you? Think about it! Does it not stagger the imagination? No builder owner can concieve any structure to compare to the mansions above." [Violent J] Did ya ever burn your finger on somethin? hey Well picture this, your nuts burnin that way And a roman candle stickin' in your butthole That's where the greedy snake motherfuckers go [Shaggy 2 Dope] This is our hell now, we livin' in it But this bullshit'll be over in a minute Then it's off to the Faygos and neden hoes New clothes, and patent leather for your toes (woop woop!) [Violent J] And while you sit around cryin' for your dead friend He's chillin' up there, paid, getting mad ends He's probably there tryin to figure out why you're sad He's on the beach gettin' fat, you got it bad [Shaggy 2 Dope] And for those who ain't down for the next man Who rob from the poor, and snatch all ya can And any chicken talkin' shit, let me tell ya something Hold a lighter to your balls, and you'll see what's coming [Chorus (2x)] We all gonna die, but I'm not gonna fry Even though most never try I'm not gonna let this pass me bye, no "Won't that be something when you go to live in your own mansion? There'll be no concern about paying for it, it's already taken care of. There'll be no worry of being moved out of it. It will be yours forever." [Chorus (10x)] We all gonna die, but I'm not gonna fry Even though most never try I'm not gonna let this pass me bye, no |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Great Milenko (1999)
COME AND GET IT! Woo! We got some fresh vittles for your fat chicken-ass
to snack on, bitch! So here, start wit' a slice of this fresh piggy pie, mothafucka! The first little piggy, his house is made of wood, He lives in a chicken turkey piggy neighborhood. He likes to fuck his sister, and drink his moonshine, A typical redneck filthy fuckin' swine! I rode into town with my ax in my holster, Everybody knows about the wicked piggy roaster. A farmer at the border, he tried to take me out, I drew my ax with the quickness, and cut his chicken feathers out! Walked in the village, and to the piggy's place, He opened up his door, and popped me in the face. It blew me off the porch, and cracked my head in half, But I'm a Juggalo, so it only made me laugh. (Hehe!) Forty in hand, I rose from the dead, And threw with all my might, I made a ping noise off his head. Since we out west, I had a little fun, And pulled his fuckin' tongue out the back of his cranium! (chors) Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie. There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die. I might use a gun, (No!) I might use an ax, (yes!) The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks! The second little piggy, his house is made of brick, And this little piggy is a mutha fuckin' dick. He sits on his bench and gets all the respect, But if I get a chance, I'm goin' straight for the neck. He walked in the room, and everybody rose, Lopped off bucket chillin' underneath my clothes. First they let the piggy, now you can finally sit, But what this piggy don't know is he's about to get his neck wet! Now I see the bailiff, I'm thinkin' what the fuck? I can smoke this room before his hearing aid will pick it up. Old-ass man, I let him get away, That tired mutha fucka, probably die tomorrow anyway. Here come the piggy, it's time for my case, His eyes are blood red with a wicked lookin' face. He saw my joker's smile, and sentenced me a dime, So I racked on the bucket, made it fuckin' rain pork rhines! (chors) Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie. There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die. I might use a knife, (No!) I might use an ax, (yes!) The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks!(x2) The last little piggy, his house is made of gold, He lives in a mansion on his own private road, I started walking down it, the guardy he told me wait, I bounced off his head and did a Jackie Chan over the gate! Cuz this little piggy, must definitely fry, I'm a lop his nugget off and toss it in the sky. And then I watch the moon take the form of the devil, And pull it out the sky, and beat it with a shovel. People in my city, they fight for they meals, He sleeps on a mattress stuffed with hundred dollar bills. A richie is the devil, he never really made it, So I'm a take his money stack and stuff his face wit' it. Opened up his door, he's sleeping in his bed, I grabbed a brick of gold laid it upside his head. He begged for his life, I told him it's too late, It took away his dough and watched the devil suffocate, cuz I need (chors) Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie. There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die. I might use a gun, (No!) I might use an ax, (yes!) The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks! (X3) |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Great Milenko (1999)
Voodoo, runnin' from my magic
Brain insane, suga wooga pie Southwest voodoo's in the haugh! Wicked voodoo, dope dark killer Magic, dark magic Met this kid named Louie Lou He thought he could fuck with this voodoo So I turned his head into a lima bean And then flicked it off his shoulders From Mookan House to Shangri-La Egyptian Pharaoh, coompata Follow me, and join us as we pray To the seventeen moons of Coonga Del Ray Walked in the lunchroom chantin' spells With bamboo bitches and voodoo bells Got my own food, who wants some? I got possum nipples and raccoon tongue A non-believer once started to laugh So I launched a fireball up his punk-ass Then everybody heard him squeal "This voodoo shit's for real!" It just takes... A head from a newt, a wing from a bat A tongue from a snake, a tail from a rat A neck from a chicken, an eye from a crow And a little itty bitty little drip of Faygo Brain insane, suga wooga pie Southwest voodoo's in the haugh! Wicked voodoo, dope dark killer Magic, dark magic Brain insane, suga wooga pie Southwest voodoo's in the haugh! Wicked voodoo, dope dark killer Magic, dark magic Crypt on Verner on a windy night You see voodoo scribblings in the moonlight Painted all on the city street It's the ancient craft of gang bangin Hey! J! What's in the bag? A shrunken head, and shriveled scrotum sac Why? Ya think voodoo's fake? Come to the graveyard, I'll make the dead wake "Raise, raise, shooga-boom ba. Sleep no longer, raise, quick Raise, raise, shooga-boom ba, Leave us alone, you fuckin' punk bitch!" Well, fuck it, I ain't that good yet But one day you can bet I'm a freak We'll make the whole world dance with the dead And just like my homey said It only takes... A head from a newt, a wing from a bat A tongue from a snake, a tail from a rat A neck from a chicken, an eye from a crow And a little itty bitty little drip of Faygo Brain insane, suga wooga pie Southwest voodoo's in the haugh! Wicked voodoo, dope dark killer Magic, dark magic Brain insane, suga wooga pie Southwest voodoo's in the haugh! Wicked voodoo, dope dark killer Magic, dark magic Voodoo running from my magic Voodoo running from my magic Voodoo running from my magic I'll make a voodoo doll out of ya and flick your nuts A head from a newt, a wing from a bat A tongue from a snake, a tail from a rat A neck from a chicken, an eye from a crow And a little itty bitty little driiiipppppppp... A head from a newt, a wing from a bat A tongue from a snake, a tail from a rat A neck from a chicken, an eye from a crow And a little itty bitty little drip of Faygo!!!! Brain insane, suga wooga pie Southwest voodoo's in the haugh! Wicked voodoo, dope dark killer Magic, dark magic Brain insane, suga wooga pie Southwest voodoo's in the haugh! Wicked voodoo, dope dark killer Magic, dark magic |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Great Milenko (1999)
(Host Intro)
Let's meet contestant #1 He's a schitzophrenic serial killer clown, Who says women love his sexy smile. Let's find out if his charm will work on Sharon. Sharon, what's your question? (Sharon) Contestant #1, I believe first impressions last forever, so let's say you were to come over to my parents' house and have dinner with me and my family. Tell me what you'd do to make that first impression really stay. Let's see, hmm, well I'd have to think about it. I might show up in a tux, ha! But I doubt it. I'd probably just show up naked like I always do, and look your mama in the eye and tell her fuck you! Hurry up bitch I'm hungry, I smell spaghetti, I'd pinch her loopy ass and tell her get the food ready! Your dad would probably start trippin', and get me pissed. I'd have to walk up and bust him in his fuckin lips! It's dinner time, while hearin' grace from your mother. I pull a 40 out and pour some for your little brother. I'm steady, staring at your sister, I'll tell you this, you know for only 13 she got some big tits! After that, your dad would try to jump again, and only this time I'd put the 40 to his chin! After your mom does the dishes and the silverwear, I'd dry fuck her 'till I nut in my underwear!!!! (Host) Now let's meet contestant #2, He's a psychopathic derranged crackhead freak Who works for the Dark Carnival. He says women call him stretch nuts. Sharon, let's hear your question. (Sharon) I like a man who's not afraid to show his true emotions. A man who expresses himself in his own special way. #2, if you fell in love with me, exactly how would you let me know? First thing, I could never love you. You sound like a richy bitch, yo fuck you! But if I did, I'd probably show you that I care, by takin all these other mutha fuckers outta here! I'd go through your phonebook and whack 'em all, and find contestant #1 and break his fuckin jaw! (what) Anyone who looked at ya, would have to pay I'd be blowin' fuckin' nuggets off all day! I'd Grab your titties, and stretch em down past your waist, let em go, and watch 'em both spring up in your face. I'd sing love songs to ya, the best I can, get ya naked and hit it like a CAVEMAN! Then we'd go to the beach and walk through the sand. I'd throw a little in your face and say I'm just playin'. As you spit it all out, I'll rub your back, and grab your underwear and wedge it up your ass crack!!!! (Host) Well it sounds like contestant #2 is just overflowing with sensitivity Sharon, It's a tough choice so far, Sharon, let's have your last question And see which one is gonna win the rights to your neden. (Sharon) Ok, if we were at a dance club, And you both noticed me at the same time, Tell me, how would you each get my attention, and what would your pick up lines be? Whoever's the smoothest wins! Ok, first, I'd slide up to the bar, and tell you that I can't believe how fuckin' fat you are! I'd tell ya that I like the way you make your titties shake, And if you lost a little weight you'd look like Ricki Lake. Fuck,that! You'd be jackin' me quick! I'd order you a drink, and stir it with my dick, and then to get your attention in a crowded place, I'd simply walk up and stick my nuts in your face! Yeah, freak her with your nuts, yo that'll get her! Tell her that she's fat, yeah, that'll work even better! Look, fuck you, I gotta strong rap shit You don't want contestant #2 he's mad whack. I walked into a barn, and there he was, standing on a bucket (eeeuuugghhh) tryin' ta fuck it It was a big fucking smelly ass farm llama. Damn, dogg! How you gonna diss yo mama? |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Great Milenko (1999)
I'm still here under the moon (2x)
I was just a child but you seemed like so much more The way you would approach me and drift across the floor I'd see you in the hall, and you'd kiss me with a smile I never understood it, was I even worth your while? The others kids at school, they would hate me and they'd spit Cuz I was just a no one, to them I wasn't shit But you would always hold me and stand there by my side We were only seventeen; we'd be together till we died But then it all happened on the ever dreadful day Somebody tried to rape you and now I'll make him pay You pointed him out to me, my thoughts began to race I took my daddy's forty-five and shot him in the fucking face!!! I did it all for you, and though I'm facing years I would do the time just to equal all your tears The last thing that you told me when I left the courtroom Is that we'd always be together, cuz we're both under the moon (CHORUS) I'll forever love you, even in your doom We'll always be together cuz we're both under the moon I'll forever love you, even in your doom We'll always be together I sit here in my cell and the walls are made of stone I've justified your pain, but now I sit alone I write another letter, I write one every day I never got a letter back, I write em anyway I try to call collect, your number has been changed I'm staring at the light bulb and I start to feel deranged You never came to visit me, I sit facing the glass No one's on the other side, now it's in the past My head is always spinning, I'm pounding on the wall I feel like I'm forgotten, no sign of you at all You're probably getting married, you're probably getting fucked I'll break out of this cage and try to cut that motherfucker up I curl up in the corner, my body will corrode My teeth are turning into dust, skin is growing mold I'm staring out the window of my eternal doom I know that you are out there, somewhere underneath the moon [Chorus (1x)] Many, many years, many more to go Does she still remember? God, he only knows I've now become a savage, They chain me to a wall I still can see no body, I still can hear no call I'm nothing but a maggot, I'm locked away and lost The world it doesn't want me, my dignity is tossed And to the girl for whom I feel this doom Look here, fuck you and the moon Hey! Fuck you and the moon (5x) [Chorus (8x)] I'm still here under the moon I'm still here under the moon (still under the moon) |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Great Milenko (1999)
What is a Juggalo? Let me think for second,
well, oh. He gets butt naked, and then he walks through the streets winking at freaks, with a two liter stuck in his butt cheeks! What is a Juggalo? He just don't care, he might try to put a weave in his nut hair. Cuz he could give a fuck less what a bitch thinks, he'd tell her that her butt stinks, and all that! What is a Juggalo? He drinks like a fish, then he starts huggin people like a drunk bitch, next thing he's pickin fights with his best friends, then he starts with the huggin again, fuck! What is a Juggalo? A fuckin' lunatic, somebody with a rope tied to his dick, then he jumps out a ten story window.......................ohhh!!!!!! chorus: What is a Juggalo? A juggalo, that's what it is well fucked if I know What is a Juggalo? I don't know, but I'm down with the clown and I'm down for life yo. What is a Juggalo? A juggalo, that's what it is well fucked if I know What is a Juggalo? I don't know, but I'm down with the clown and I'm down for life yo. I'm a Jugalugalugalo! Get the fuck up, get the fuck outta here!! What is a Juggalo? A dead body, well he ain't really dead but he ain't like anybody that you've ever met before, He'll eat Monopoly and shit out Connect Four What is a Jug...what the fuck? Conne... man that shit is wack... don't worry 'bout my shit just rap motherfucker! What is a Juggalo? He ain't a bitch boy, he'll walk through the hills and beat down a rich boy walks right in ya house while ya having supper, and dip his nuts in ya soup, bloop! What is a Juggalo? Well he ain't a phoney, he'll walk up and bust a nut in ya macaronis, and watch you sit there and finish off the last bit, cuz your a stupid ass dumb fuckin idiot! What is a Juggalo? He's a graduate, he graduated from............well, at least he got a job, he's not a dumb putz He works for himself scratchin his nuts, ha. What is a Juggalo? A Hulk-o-maniac, he power-bombs motherfuckers into thumb-tacks People like him til they find out he's unstable. He Sabued your ma through a coffee table!! Chorus to fade |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Bizzar (2000)
Shaggy...
Shaggy... [Violent J] I can get naked, right here I'd look like a eight pound polar bear Then I'd have to atttack(WooSha!) Fuck you up like that Psychopachics hatchet chops Slappin ninjas outta thier hidin' spots (WAKE SHAKE SHOOGA BOOGA BA) (Juggalo Nation is The House) [Violent J] To the left, to the right Over here! There! We're everywhere... Always underground down with the bottom (Bottom-Bottom-B-B-Bottom) Censorin from the radio list FUCK Y'ALL {BI*****...} Miss! (hahaha!) Well, I guess we'll never be a radio star Wouldn't work anyway, way too Bizzar... Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope ANYBODY HERE??? (EVERYBODY HERE) WE GOT THE GEAR??? (FAYGO RIGHT HERE) ANYBODY CARE??? (NOBODY CARE) JOKER (JOKER) JOKER (JOKER) ANYBODY HERE??? (EVERYBODY HERE) WE GOT THE GEAR??? (FAYGO RIGHT HERE) ANYBODY CARE??? (NOBODY CARE) (WHAT?) WHAT? (WHAT?) WHAT? (WHAT?) WHAT? [Violent J] Sshhh it's a dead body in my trunk wanna see it? (Uhh..) Fuck around and you'll be it! (bitch!) Jamie Madrox and Monoxide Child! (WE GET WILD) Give it to me.. Give it to me... [Jamie Madrox] I've been waggling my dick since the 7th Grade Freek show, Grabbin my balls, and get paid [Monoxide Child] Ask Mom Dukes bitch, we don't play My Hair wigged out, and my eyes are gray [Violent J] No more rappin, no more shows I'm going back to school, and working at Kyko's.. I wanna ride on campus on a mountain bike all day (Honk Sounds) HEY.. I got the right way Stab shoot chop cut drill, I JUST WANNA KILL No matter where you go motherfucker Dark carnival ain't FAR, and it's way Bizzar.. [Esham] Yo, this is Esham the Unholy, Eastside hoes and more, And right now, your enjoying a trip thats complete out your atmosphere A little stroll into the wicked realm that is Insane Clown Posse A journey into the Bizzar [Shaggy 2 Dope] If you a juggalo and you wont sell out say: Fuck everybody on the dance floor If you ever Had to fuck a fat bitch in the mouth say: Fuck everybody on the dance floor If you want a little Faygo and you want it fast say: Fuck everybody on the dance floor If you like feeling up on your homeboys' ass say: oh, oh, uh, shit [Violent J] Please, These killas dont dance, we boogy We boogy woogy woo, that's all we do (See ya, see ya, see ya) (I'm back, I'm back, I'm back, I'm back) Dark Lotus theme for your colon Only team you on, Sunday bowling {yloH si htxiS ehT} Play that backwards for secret info Hold up a minute, damn, couldnt wait man All done, now if only I could choke someone Redrum, I root for stalkers, slap old ladies up off thier walkers Take my hand bitch, come along, it aint that far Welcome to the Bizzar! (Chorus 2X) |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Bizzar (2000)
[violent j]
I need a bitch, a special bitch I need a bitch who pussy poppin' booty switch I need a bitch, felatio On the freeway with my pedal to the flo' I need a bitch, like cheery pie I need a bitch like billy bill need a eye I need a bitch, an alcoholic I need a bitch pukin', bent over my toilet The bitchy bitch, bitchin' about nothin' I need a bitch to jizm in her bellybutton I need a bitch, a prostitute She'd f**k my homies and we could split the loot [chorus] I need my cheery pie Baby I want you, baby I want my cherry pie Baby I want you, baby I need my cherry pie Baby I want you, baby gimme my cherry pie Baby I want you, my cherry cherry pie [shaggy 2 dope] I need a bitch, fresh out the pen I need a bitch like harland williams need a chin I need a bitch, a mental case She cuts me cheap and shoots us both in the face I need a hoe, to use me for my money I need a bitch like ? ? ? ? ? I need a freak like cherry pie Like whipped cream and lemon che-che-cherry pie I need a woman , to let me hit it In the bushes raw at the herpe clinic I need a bitch, who like to fight And get her nose punched in like every night [chorus] [violent j] I need a bitch in a cheap hotel So I don't know which one to blame for the smell I need a bitch, that doesn't care She like to finger f**k her booty in the mirror Cherry pie, my cherry pie Cherry pie with lemon jell-o cherry pie I need a bitch hurricanranna A bitch who suck on dick like eminem mama I need a bitch, I need a slut I need a bitch who like bananas in her butt I need a bitch now more than ever I need a bitch who gots a head that I can sever I need my cherry pie [chorus] |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Bizzar (2000)
[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)
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 - Bizzar (2000)
If I was your tv I'd be like "Look at me"
If I was a shooting star I'd be like "Peace!" If I was a fat bitches thong I'd be like "Hell naw!' If I was a hotties thong I'd be like "Awwww..." If I was a cuss word I'd just be like "fuck" If I was a rock on the moon I'd be chillin' like "Sup?" If I was a butthole I'd just be an exit If I was the D.O.C. I'd be like "man this is bullshit" If I was the tires on your car I'd be like "NEEEAAAWWW" If I was the bumper on your car I'd be like "Aww fuck" If I was a balloon I'd be like "pap" If I was Allysa Milano I'd be fucking Joe Bruce If I was a radio DJ I'd probably say "the point 103" If I was a richy ass bitch I'd be like "umm...ok" If I was Spin magazine I'd put me on the cover and be like "fuck us! And allour readers, even us motherfucker!" If I was your mental stress I'd be catching up If I was your headaches every now and then I'd be like "THONNNKK!!" If I was your tongue I'd be hating your teeth I'd be like "Man why do you try to bite me every time we try to eat?" If I was a chair I'd be like "Sit here" If I was Kid Rock I'd cut my feathered wolf hair If I was your muffler I'd be like "Shhh, quietly" If I was a price tag I'd be like "You ain't buying me" If I was a fresh ass DJ I'd be like "records scratch" If I was Jam Master J I'd be like "records scratch" If I was a cheap clock radio I'd be like "static" "Tune that motherfucker in" If I was Barry White I'd be like "What up y'all?" If I was nipple in the cold I'd be like "Boing" If I was your dead uncle I'd be like "....." If I was a raindrop I'd just be like "drip" And If I had an ax to your neck I might say "CHOP!" "Chorus" If I was, if I was, but I'll never be If I was, if I was, but I'll never be If I was, if I was, but I'll never be If I was, if I was, but I'll never be If I was, if I was, but you're killing me If I was, if I was. but you're killing me If I was a Faygo at one of our shows, I'd fly through the air into and ocean of juggalos If I was Andre The Giant "This is how I'd be talking" If I was Father MC I'd be like "Now what happened?" If I was a mirror, I'd find another mirror and look each other dead in the eye, crystal clear If I was a slider I'd slide out your butt I'd be floatin' in your toilet lookin' at you like "What?" If I was a pilot I'd be like "This is air traffic control" If I was John Denver I'd be like "Nooooooo!!!!" If I was a switch I'd be like "Flick me, yoo-hoo" If I was a London cop car I'd be like "Wee-oop wee-oop" If I was Chewbacca I'd get a fresh ass fade If I was Vanilla Ice I'd be like "Fuck y'all. I'm still paid" If I was a stop sign I'd just be like "Stop" If I was your wooden leg I'd still be giving you the hip-hop "Chorus} |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Bizzar (2000)
It was a soft gentle night
In the little town of, of, well, your town The gentle breeze swept the streets Creating that pleasant howl that these kind town folks Have enjoyed for so many, many years The wind chimes sent their peaceful melodies Into the ears of the sleepy residents But the unusual was approaching in the distance Something evil was heading towards this small town While the residents slept, something crept Slithered and crawled its way through the quiet streets Guided by the moon light These frightening strangers set up tents and rides Shows and games, there were savage jesters And wicked ringmasters There were horrid freak shows And sights only the impending doom will witness They brung with them the carnage That they had lived with for eternity The morning is a new day The people of this town will unwillingly witness The show of their lives, only rumored to exist You will be the next to die helplessly At the Carnival of Carnage |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Bizzar (2000)
I'm sweating again I always do
I should probably take anotha pill or 2 in the mirror I see the face of Frankenstein and that face is mine I go to work at subway slicin hams cut my finger off again (chop) I walk home try to dodge and hide from thugs that like to beat on scrubs I go through this all the time, though I call (j, where the fuck you at) (the mall) (did you get your ass stomped again) (naw,....yyesss,....so) nobody sees what I see do they? they just cast me inside put my away no friends, no style no place to go until I'm with juggalos [Chorus 2x] its all for you, its all for you, its calling you, its all that's left to do that's why its all for you look at me now man brain dead I can derail a fuckin train with my forehead I now live by the carnival deminions so muthafuck your opinions I'm a loonypath, I kill pedestrians family, neighbors, best of friends anybody, and if I don't kill em' I keep'em in my basement and drill'em just kiddin', all I really did was unlock the forbidden I just let my fuckin mind unwind I don't care what you think you don't intertwine fuck the world, fuck everybody in it even the sneaker pimps girl, I'd fuck her in a minute you can live to impress dress fresh bitch I don't care fuck everybody out there I smoke peace pipes with indian-war chiefs I steal jewels with chinese ninja thieves I kiss whales like gupies and crushwalls I through giant ice bergs like snow balls I serve title waves, drink molten rock ill put a fuckin tornado in a headlock I go to Italy and straighten that tower and whatever the fuck I want with the juggalo power [Chorus 2x] its all for you, its all for you, its calling you, its all that's left to do that's why its all for you here I go again, another day dealing with these muthafuckin idiots at subway its ok, because I see behind it and I keep myself reminded none of these robots 9-to-5 puppets that I see are any better than me mothafucker there just strugglin in the world they chose I'm waiting on the wagons with my juggalos |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Bizzar (2000)
(who is dat?)
aint nobody jealous everybody has they own nobody locked up everybody everybody is free to roam look at that scrubby (jus chillin) wit a hottie on his side look at them rich kids, poor kids everybody together on the same side and they down to ride lets go all the way (lets go all the way) lets go all the way lets go high high high lets go all the way (wiggie wiggie, wiggie wiggie) aint nobody left out everybody gets to go it could never be too crowded come on we still pickin up some mo' dont nobody hate you, playa hate you there aint no hate at all gotta hold out thier hands and catch you they'll catch you and they never will let you fall you aint gotta worry all Of Y'all lets go all the way (lets go all the way) lets go all the way lets go high high high lets go all the way never no sickness no sickness nobody has to die nobody has to die everythings answered right then and there never have to wonder why (you never have to wonder why no oh) wont nobody rush you no hurry be as long as you wanna be can you guess what this place is? your future make it a reality all you have to do is follow me lets go all the way (lets go all the way) lets go all the way lets go high high high lets go all the way (wiggie wiggie, wiggie wiggie) lets go all the way (lets go all the way) lets go all the way lets go high high high lets go all the way |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Bizzar (2000)
(who is dat?)
aint nobody jealous everybody has they own nobody locked up everybody everybody is free to roam look at that scrubby (jus chillin) wit a hottie on his side look at them rich kids, poor kids everybody together on the same side and they down to ride lets go all the way (lets go all the way) lets go all the way lets go high high high lets go all the way (wiggie wiggie, wiggie wiggie) aint nobody left out everybody gets to go it could never be too crowded come on we still pickin up some mo' dont nobody hate you, playa hate you there aint no hate at all gotta hold out thier hands and catch you they'll catch you and they never will let you fall you aint gotta worry all Of Y'all lets go all the way (lets go all the way) lets go all the way lets go high high high lets go all the way never no sickness no sickness nobody has to die nobody has to die everythings answered right then and there never have to wonder why (you never have to wonder why no oh) wont nobody rush you no hurry be as long as you wanna be can you guess what this place is? your future make it a reality all you have to do is follow me lets go all the way (lets go all the way) lets go all the way lets go high high high lets go all the way (wiggie wiggie, wiggie wiggie) lets go all the way (lets go all the way) lets go all the way lets go high high high lets go all the way |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Bizzar (2000)
(Violent J)
I'm kind of fat and I sweat a lot but that's the only bad coincidink I got That, and maybe the whole murdering aspect But we ain't really even got to that yet I love people, I love everything about them and that's why I gotta live life without them I know it don't make any sense to you but fuck you This songs about me exclusively Murder, murderous, murderation The murdering metality without an explanation I'm Mr. Happy and I ride a bike, ching I ain't got a seat I just sit on the pipe thing I whistle, I sing, I'll pet your poodle I'll twist and squeeze your neck like a wet noodle Cause I'm so happy I'll stab your ass and lay down next to you dead on the grass and say (Shaggy 2 Dope) Boy it feel so good every time I murder I get happy (Chorus) Happy happy happy It's found happy happy happy It's found happy happy happy It's found happy happy happy It's found murder murder murder you I'll murder murder murder you I'll murder murder murder you I'll murder murder murder you (Violent J) I love you, so hand me your neck Let me teach you about love and respect Respect the fact that I love to kill Wait a minute ya'll I gotta take my pill Zanoffs, it works, I'm down to only three people a day My victims, I give them love and care I don't wanna get blood everywhere I don't use a chainsaw or a butcher knike thats so 90's get it right I never mutilate or chop my loves All I really need is a pair of goves or maybe a car, I'll run 'em down with it I know that can be messy but the birds will get it Don't you see that I love you...idiots I'm Mr. Happy I'm all about fun (Shaggy 2 Dope) Now get in the pit and try to kill someone!!! Ooh it feel so good every time I murder I get happy (Chorus) Happy happy happy It's found happy happy happy It's found happy happy happy It's found happy happy happy It's found murder murder murder you I'll murder murder murder you I'll murder murder murder you I'll murder murder murder you (Violent J) My bike has a basket full of strawberries I picked them myself along with apples and cherries and lemons and oranges and boogers and limes Plus there's a Faygo in there but that's mine Red flowers like after your dead I plant seeds and grow 'em out the side of your head I got flowers all over the back yard in the form of a Joker's card Uh ohh feels good I'm like the Choko of my neighborhood I'm one of them midnight creeps at Denny's Talking to myself and lickin my pennys I got a french fry hangin out of my beard Don't go near that guy he's weird You know I'm all good and everythings all right When you hear this scream in the middle of the night Like this (Shaggy 2 Dope) Ooh it feel so good every time I murder I get happy (Chorus repeat until end) Happy happy happy It's found happy happy happy It's found happy happy happy It's found happy happy happy It's found murder murder murder you I'll murder murder murder you I'll murder murder murder you I'll murder murder murder you |
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I Love my Faygo, my Nyquil pills, Shaggy, I love my buddies, my Hatchetman, but I love my axe
My axe is my buddy, I bring him when I walk Me and my axe will leave your head outlined in chalk My axe is my buddy, he always makes me laugh Me and my axe cut bigot spinal cords in half My axe is my buddy, and when I wind him back Me and my axe will give your forehead a buttcrack My axe is my buddy, I never leave without him Me and my axe will leave your neck a bloody fountain (Chorus 2x) Everybody everybody everybody run Murdering murdering murdering fun Swing swing swing Chop chop chop Swing swing swing Chop chop chop My axe is my buddy, we right the planet's wrongs Me and my axe leave bigots dead on richie lawns My axe is my buddy, he never makes me cry Me and my axe will leave a divot for your eye (TYLENOL INTERLUDE) My axe is my buddy, don't take him for a chump Me and my axe will leave you hoppin on a stump (Chorus 2x) Everybody everybody everybody run Murdering murdering murdering fun Swing swing swing Chop chop chop Swing swing swing Chop chop chop Look into the deadest tree, tell me baby what you see Don't you hear the branches cry, asking for the reasons why Did they hang so many men, from the branches off of them Why did humans make them play, with them in their evil way Look into the moon's beem, can't you fathom what it's seen Bodies dragging from a truck, driven by a bigot fuck Why you think the heavens cry, acid rain and blizzard skies Ain't no covering the tracks, that's why I'm here and oh yes My axe is my buddy, he'll thump into your head Me and my axe will meake your white hoodies red My axe is my buddy, you let that dixie wave Me and my axe will fuck your mother on your grave (TYLENOL INTERLUDE) My axe is my buddy, we both cry with the trees me and my axe will bring the devil to his knees (Chorus repeat until end) Everybody everybody everybody run Murdering murdering murdering fun Swing swing swing Chop chop chop Swing swing swing Chop chop chop |
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Why, everytime I reach for the sky I can only reach so high, why
Why, everytime I headbutt a brickwall I always crack my skull, why Why, everytime I stab somebody, I always get my clothes bloody, why Why, everytime I drive down the wrong side of the street, everyone wanna beep, Why, everytime I'm broke and I sell rock I wind up in a cell block, why Why, everytime I shoot somebody in the face, pigs give chase, why Why, everytime I drink a little gasoline, I shit my spleen, why Why, when I try to fly like a birdy, I wind up on a gurney, dead, tell me why (Chorus 2x) Won't you tell me why Someone tell me why Jesus tell me why I must find out why Why, everytime I swallow a flathead nail, my neck feels stale, why Why, everytime I contact dark spirits, they wanna break my mirrors, why Why, everytime I choke a friend's neck, he don't come back, why Why, everytime I stab my eyes with an icepick, I cant see shit, why Why, everytime I play chicken with a train, it wins the game, why Why, everytime I wake the dead up, they try to eat my head up, why Why, everytime I see my reflection, I see no direction, why Why, everytime I order a taco, you want a bite muthafucko, tell me why (Chorus 2x) Won't you tell me why Someone tell me why Jesus tell me why I must find out why Why, everytime I raise my arms in celebration, playerhation, why Why, just cause I'm dead, decayed and passed you give me no ass, why Why, everytime I chew on thumbtacks, I get blood on my snacks, why Why, everytime I kick Faygos in the sky, you wanna know why, why Why, everytime an angel wanna kiss me, it always seems to miss me, why Why, why does Shangri-La seem so far away, you better leave to day, and no matter why (Chorus repeat until end) Won't you tell me why Someone tell me why Jesus tell me why I must find out why |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Bizzar (2000)
Why, everytime I reach for the sky I can only reach so high, why
Why, everytime I headbutt a brickwall I always crack my skull, why Why, everytime I stab somebody, I always get my clothes bloody, why Why, everytime I drive down the wrong side of the street, everyone wanna beep, Why, everytime I'm broke and I sell rock I wind up in a cell block, why Why, everytime I shoot somebody in the face, pigs give chase, why Why, everytime I drink a little gasoline, I shit my spleen, why Why, when I try to fly like a birdy, I wind up on a gurney, dead, tell me why (Chorus 2x) Won't you tell me why Someone tell me why Jesus tell me why I must find out why Why, everytime I swallow a flathead nail, my neck feels stale, why Why, everytime I contact dark spirits, they wanna break my mirrors, why Why, everytime I choke a friend's neck, he don't come back, why Why, everytime I stab my eyes with an icepick, I cant see shit, why Why, everytime I play chicken with a train, it wins the game, why Why, everytime I wake the dead up, they try to eat my head up, why Why, everytime I see my reflection, I see no direction, why Why, everytime I order a taco, you want a bite muthafucko, tell me why (Chorus 2x) Won't you tell me why Someone tell me why Jesus tell me why I must find out why Why, everytime I raise my arms in celebration, playerhation, why Why, just cause I'm dead, decayed and passed you give me no ass, why Why, everytime I chew on thumbtacks, I get blood on my snacks, why Why, everytime I kick Faygos in the sky, you wanna know why, why Why, everytime an angel wanna kiss me, it always seems to miss me, why Why, why does Shangri-La seem so far away, you better leave to day, and no matter why (Chorus repeat until end) Won't you tell me why Someone tell me why Jesus tell me why I must find out why |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Bizzar (2000)
Occasionally, the overwhelming temptation to reach
the pinnacle of the pop music genre, will reduce even the most deplorable examples of the underground music scene to attempt to change their so-called artistic endeavours, in a vain attempt to appeal to the public at large. Behold, the metamorphisis: Uh, fuck platinum, platinum just ain't enough We need more money, more houses and cars and stuff I'm sick of juggalos, I want them other hoes I want them shitty hoes, you get with radio and videos We'll do whatever it takes to get some air play We'll make that bounce shit, triple our sales and pay Yeah, come on Shaggy. What? Follow my lead. Let's go. It's time we change our shit up to get what we need. Come on. Uh, radio play! Yo! Yo! Come on and ride me, ride me, Pull! Pull!! Come on and hide me, hide me, Cat black(?) I'm gonna grow(?) one, gold one, Club Cat(?) You want them old ones, old ones, Black, black, ??? Love me, I'm on the radio, radio, Cut, cut, We gonna throw it away, throw it away, Give up, Give us the radio play, radio play, What? Hey! What? What? What? Hey! What? What? What? Hey! What? Hey! What? What? What? Hey! What? What? What? Hey! ??? The pathetic attempts never cease. The moronic musical onslaught contiues to insult the intelligence of the savvy consumer. How much more can an audience be asked to endure? Didn't work, ah fuck, what happened? They always told us that we sucked at rapping Well I don't know how to play a guitar I'll play the skin flute to be a radio star I'm sick of keeping it real, and underground I want the ten millions fans sellout radio flavor sound Even though we'll be played next summer Show me a radio dick, and I'll show you a hummer Here we go, oh my god Joey fell in love with a college girl She had a backpack and a pony tail She said her name was Lisa but I do not know, She drinks disco lemonade and cherry jello I can put my Buddy Holly glasses on I can even sing one of these faggot songs I can wear checkered pants and never smile Whatever's cool for your radio dial Toby fell in love with a college... The borish, bumbling buffoons are baffled in their journey through the music business. Each sonnet is more ridiculous than the last. Their strides towards musical success are little more than a stumble into complete failure. That was bullshit. What the fuck? You think of something! I'm sitting here trying to write hits, your doing nothing You wrote the crump shit, but did it work? No. It flopped on its ass. At least I tried though. Alright, ain't no need to be fighting with each other We need to start talking about relationships and lovers. Why? Can you sing? No. Niether can I. If we're gonna be radio stars, we atleast gotta try. Remix, uh, remix, Clownboy, uh, feel me, touch me, Clownboy, remix, uh Girl, I gotta let you know, on radio I wanna lick you from head to toe Girl, your perfume, it's smelling so sweet I wanna make love, between the sheets Girl, play my song, when I'm on the phone long I'm a radio man, and I know that I can't sing, yes I can Give me one more chance, and I'll make you dance Girl, we make radio songs, for radio fans, we can't go wrong (4x) Girl, so you fucked my boy, I don't give a fuck After years of endless attempts, ICP received almost no radio play. Finally, the two dim witted idiots decided to stay with the wicked shit for life. |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Bizaar (2001)
*Clips from Shockumentary*
Remember me bitch? 8th grade Oak Park skinny ass welfare aid Utsler and Bruce brothers we was the shit Dungeons & Dragons, and Bruce Lee flicks Quit school, nobody missed us Nobody hugged and kissed us, only dissed us And now look at these beautiful model type high class women Taking my dick in them You don't remember my kind in class The wigged out freak staring at your ass Never had the courage to even say hi Only smell your perfume vapors when you walked by I'm the scrub that never crossed your mind Now your flashing your titties at me waiting in line And that's fine, while you're working your charm Look beneath the paint bitch, it's the scrubs who won (Over Shockumentary/news clips) Look at me, Look at me Analyze what you see Look at me, Look at me Analyze what you see They used to say "Ah-hah, look at him", "The same pair of pants and that shirt again." An outcast, I knew I had to do something Figure out a way to make something out of nothing Open up shop, yo what you need? Speakers, clothes, CDs, or bags of weed? But that shit got me no where except jail Me and all my homies too broke to make the bail Now we're right back to the place where we started Chuckles and laughs The second we turn our backs Cast out, but we was like FUCK YA'LL We got each other at the drop of a homie call Look at us now bitch, multi-platinum All on my dick, when I'm the same as back then Forget the money and fame, because Beneath the paint, life's just like it always was (over Shockumentary/news clips) Look at me, Look at me Analyze what you see Look at me, Look at me Analyze what you see (repeat) Another girl I don't dare to confide in Playin' that role it hurts inside Here I am thinkin' she wants me (uh-uh) She only wants that killer on her CD Just when I couldn't feel any worse Bitch asked me if I could paint my face first The day I finally get to leave this land Behind the paint will be the shell of a used up man *Repeat chorus and last line till fade* |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Bizaar (2001)
Are you scared? (Fearless!)
Are you scared? (Are you frightened you little bitch?) Chorus 2x What's the matter What's the matter what's the matter (Are you scared of ghosts?) what's the matter What's the matter Tell me are you fearless (I'm not scared of ghosts) I'll go to Alaska, bitch slap a polar bear and take its food I'll mow the fuckin lawn, on a land mine field like what boom I'll roll a m-80 up in some papers and smoke that shit up I'll share a dirty heroin needle with that dirty bitch Courtney Love I'll run around the white house lawn naked and screamin and bustin shots at him I'll scratch my back with a chain saw oh yeah got it I'll walk through comton alone and sport wranglers and a cowboy hat I'll head-butt a fuckin unicorn come here bitch (No! *Thumb* Damn!) I'll stand on a stump and let you trim my toenails with a axe I'll sucker punch a gorilla and then try to run with a banana hangin out my ass I'll fuckin become pen-pals with the unibomber and let him send me packages I'll drive a ice cream truck through eithiopia talkin about free ice cream sandwiches Chorus 2x What's the matter What's the matter what's the matter (are you scared) what's the matter What's the matter Tell me are you fearless (Don't be scared) I'll let Sam Kinison borrow my car if he was still around I'll bungee jump off a crane with only a spaghetti noodle tied on I'll clinch my butt cheeks shut while a ruthless alien trying to probe me I'll receive an operation on my eyeball while riding in a dune buggy I'll finger fuck a toilet and French kiss a light socket I'll pick up a hooker with a deep voice ("I'm Jenny!") (Naw! No I wouldn't) I'll take all my clothes off and run up and bear hug a cactus I'll sneak up to slick rick and snatch off his eye patch I'll eat a bowl of cluster bombs and spread jellyfish on my toast I'll fuckin grease my ass up and sit on top of a flag post I'll shoot a game of pool with the grim reaper and then let him beat me I'll meet Jeffrey Dahmer at some kinda of bar let him take me home and eat me Chorus 2x What's the matter What's the matter what's the matter (are you scared?) what's the matter What's the matter Tell me are you fearless (Don't be scared!) I'll through gang signs at the booya tribe up and downs like whut I'll hunt Michael Jackson's plastic surgeon tell him hey do me up I'll put my lips on a 81' novas exhaust pipe and smoke that fucker I'll fuck a chick raw with crabs so big red lobsters tryin to catch'em I'll start a record label and base everything I got on M.C. Hammer I'll wear a pink bikini thong and walk right through the slammer I'll take a chrome desert eagle 45 put it to the dome and dump it I'll go to a big ass b hive on a tree, drop my drawers and hump it Chorus 3x What's the matter What's the matter what's the matter (are you scared) what's the matter What's the matter Tell me are you fearless (Don't be scared |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Bizaar (2001)
It was a soft gentle night
In the little town of, of, well, your town The gentle breeze swept the streets Creating that pleasant howl that these kind town folks Have enjoyed for so many, many years The wind chimes sent their peaceful melodies Into the ears of the sleepy residents But the unusual was approaching in the distance Something evil was heading towards this small town While the residents slept, something crept Slithered and crawled its way through the quiet streets Guided by the moon light These frightening strangers set up tents and rides Shows and games, there were savage jesters And wicked ringmasters There were horrid freak shows And sights only the impending doom will witness They brung with them the carnage That they had lived with for eternity The morning is a new day The people of this town will unwillingly witness The show of their lives, only rumored to exist You will be the next to die helplessly At the Carnival of Carnage |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Bizaar (2001)
I don't know. She ain't even looking that good. (kinda fat)
Even so, i think i'd probably fuck her if i could. (kinda fat like that) It's just sumpthin bout the way her titties swing around. (boing) Wiping poo-poo of they babie's butt, i think i wanna take her down Wanna fuck my homie's baby's momma I'm attracted to the helly drama [2x] Man this is some muthafuckin bull shit, You talkin bout you wanna fuck my girl, man we raising a baby together, that's some bull muthafuckin shit. I got coupons bitch, dollar fifty off at chucky cheese Got ya similax formula, just baby fuck me please goo goo ga ga, i make ya baby laugh (Don't you like the way my ugly face looks) But when baby go night night, you gonna hafta to come up with some ass Wanna fuck my homie's baby's momma I'm attracted to the helly drama [2x] I'm tryin to look out for you and your baby, that's why i'm telling you about him cheating on you. I ain't even like that, come here lemme hold you Watchin Jerry Springer all fuckin day, your baby rolling you a joint (lookie momma, i packed it with the good shit) I told you if you let me hit it, i take you both to Cedar Point (but the neden wasn't all that, so forget it) Rubber binkies (binkies) food, all over the floor am i gonna help you clean it?, I'm out the fuckin door (gotta go, and i won't be back no more) Wanna fuck my homie's baby's momma I'm attracted to the helly drama [2x] (I already fucked your baby's momma) How the fuck you gonna fuck on me bitch i dont even belive this shit you gonna fuck him in my bed, what the fuck (he said he loved me) Wanna fuck my homie's baby's momma I'm attracted to the helly drama [4x] (I already fucked your baby's mamma I would fuck your baby's momma's momma) |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Bizaar (2001)
welcome to the dark carnival.
violent j shaggy 2 dope the insane clown posse will live forever... (live forever) join us (live forever) follow me (live forever) carnival awaits us (live forever) take my hand (live forever) take my hand (live forever) shangri la (live forever) live forever (live forever) here go another clown song, freaky and weird i'm still preachin -- i'm like noah without the beard i'm tryin a spread the facts that i know fo sho yet many don't believe in our carnival freak show it's alright, tho, there's enough who do and only time will tell if our stories are true but for everybody here, i can promise you this -- you'll never hear us laugh about the typical bullshit livin - all the money they got all the ice they wear and all the people they shot all the freaks they pull and all the cars they drive -- only we'd rap about fuckin a beehive! you wanna keep it real? walk out your door that's as real as it gets from the sky to the floor but the dark carnival will take your soul away, and give you mystical adventure in a magical way i live for the carnival i'd die for the carnival i pray for the carnival please take me away (take me away) i live for the carnival i'd die for the carnival i pray for the carnival come and take me away (take me away) funhouse, freakshows, the murder go round fuck how you're lookin, painted up like a clown loosen up, let it go, you ain't gotta be tense faygo flyin everywhere. fuck makin sense! and that's the beauty of it -- look backstage and another group out here on the same page run with everybody or walk with our crew, stand on the moon, face the world, and say fuck you! i ain't sittin up, playin that star biz put me in the crowd where my juggalos is treat me special, i'm a leave your lip draggin we in this together, waitin on the same wagon let em laugh now, let em laugh for years -- we'll see who's laughin in the house of mirrors. cause that's where i'm goin, and if you're not, pull that other shit and hear about the ends they got i live for the carnival i'd die for the carnival i pray for the carnival please take me away (take me away) i live for the carnival i'd die for the carnival i pray for the carnival please take me away (take me away) (live forever)take my hand (forever..... live forever) come take a journey through heaven and hell see what we have to promise you, the story i tell walk hand in hand with the devil and god let em pull you in half -- pergatory is odd. fuck newspapers, fuck magazines fuck a&rs and your ball-huggin jeans fuck anybody tryin ta change our ways as long a six joker cards got somethin to say i speak for the crazy, i speak for scrubs i speak for the thugs pissin in your hot tubs i speak for the people that you always say don't know how to act -- we like em just like that! fuck your grammies, fuck your music awards i'll strangle your host with his microphone cord fuck anybody that ain't down with the clown from now until milleniums after, i'm dead in the ground i live for the carnival i'd die for the carnival i pray for the carnival come and take me away (take me away) i live for the carnival i'd die for the carnival i pray for the carnival please take me away (take me away) i live for the carnival i'd die for the carnival i pray for the carnival come and take me away (take me away) i live for the carnival i'd die for the carnival i pray for the carnival please take me away (take me away) |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Bizaar (2001)
Welcome to the tilt-a-whirl
All you muthafuckas are gonna die Everybody! You're dying everyday, constantly I'll kill myself right mutha fuckin' now And still won't die, try me Wicked clowns never, never die, whut? Oh my goody look a chicken Keep your money here's a ticket Hold up keep your kids out here They too young to play in there Step right up now strap'em in Lock it tight under his chin Clamp his arms up to his side It's gon' be a helly ride Now if you misplace an item Psychopathic's sure to find'em If you lose your nugget yo Hatchet ain't responsible Look and wonder if you will Cause we about to rip and kill Think about your every sin As our tilt-a-whirly spins Theeeeeey....Allllll....Diiiiie....Diiiiie Theeeeeey....Allllll....Diiiiie....Diiiiie Looky look a fancy fuck With his wallet up his butt Give the wealthy what they want Fuck a line put him up front Welcome to our spectacle Carny rides eccentrical Hope you like it even though Have to mingle with the poor Here you go sir have a seat You've got good taste this ride is neat Tell ya now the ride is fast Might want me to hold your cash We gonna spin until your soul Leaves your body dead and cold Tilt-a-whirly sprayin' blood All over the neighborhood Theeeeeey....Allllll....Diiiiie....Diiiiie Watch you die, watch you all die Theeeeeey....Allllll....Diiiiie....Diiiiie You deserve to die, time for you to die Get up on it get up on it get up on it, get on Get up on it get up on it get up on it, wheee Get up on it get up on it get up on it, get on Get up on it get up on it get up on it, ride Get up on it get up on it get up on it, get on Get up on it get up on it get up on it, *squeak* Get up on it get up on it get up on it, get on Get up on it get up on it get up on it, ride Welcome buddy, what you did Like to punch up on your kids Scoot all them dead bodies down We gon' go another round Excuse us while we clean up here Pile them up on over there Strap'em up and start the show This time speed it up some more Tell me any last requests Before your guts rip out your chest Fuck all that don't give'em nothin' Slap his ass and press the button Fair enough, another down Carnival don't fuck around Fire up the tilt-a-whirl And we'll see you all in hell Theeeeeey....Allllll....Diiiiie....Diiiiie I'ma watch you die, time for you to die Theeeeeey....Allllll....Diiiiie....Diiiiie Round and round and round you go Round and round and round you go Yo, the dark carnival will never die I mean that's all we do is think about dyin' We wish we die, we hope we die The only problem is... We ain't never ever ever gonna die motherfucker! Theeeeeey....Allllll....Diiiiie....Diiiiie Theeeeeey....Allllll....Diiiiie....Diiiiie Theeeeeey....Allllll....Diiiiie....Diiiiie Theeeeeey....Allllll....Diiiiie....Diiiiie |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Bizaar (2001)
(I think it's the heart's desire for every person in America and Canada
to succeed.) Worldwide, yeah. (Success is one thing that's the motivating force behind many men.) Amen. (And tonight, I want to speak in a way that you'll realize that god ordained every one of his creations to be successful.) Look at this millionare -- suave, definitely paid Lemonade, stock market played, marinate in shade, top grade Bitches blowin up phones, I walk by, never lie, I'm the type of guy with sparkles in my eye Roll in my BMW, never take the truck with your kid Who? what? where? Over there ruby, diamond sinclare, looky there Everywhere I stay flossin them things I'm like bang bling bling blang chingy bling blang What the fuck, bitch? Hurry up and suck! move along, c'mon, until it's gone Get the fuck out the room, I'm rollin chrome 700 spoke, whicky whicky what Keep your hungry mouth shut, cause I'm livin it up! Hey, we gives no fuck! Million dollar house? We gives no fuck! Lavish cars? We gives no fuck! Bling bling blang blang! We gives no fuck! Hey, we gives no fuck! 7 figure bank? We gives no fuck! Phat paid? We gives no fuck! Whooooo! We gives no fuck! Seven figure bank, what you think? Bitch you tickle me pink, you lookin rank Coulda stank, still I do you spank spank whore is dank Cause I'm livin like a video, fuckin every shitty hoe you know Call me jigga-liggy-lo, fuck a juggalo, that's scrub Billion dollar drop, non-stop, from my pop, never need to cop a mop What you got? Get the fuck off my block I call the cop, with your fuckin hippy hop, whooee whooee chop chop, Tryn a marry me, rich until they bury me, stop it cause you're scarin me with all that jive Clap clap, take you back to where your wack crack neighborhood at Cause looky jack, where we at we havin none of that! Hey, we gives no fuck! Million dollar house? We gives no fuck! Lavish cars? We gives no fuck! Bling bling blang blang! We gives no fuck! Hey, want you to love me, want you to need me, want you to use me Hey, we gives no fuck! 7 figure bank? We gives no fuck! Phat paid? We gives no fuck! Whooooo! We gives no fuck! Pow, let me show you how Took away your milly now, cash cow, cheddar wow Dig it y'all, wicky wild wild, wait a minute y'all I might've over-did it y'all Forget it, I'll admit it, can't get it, cuz I'm greedy greedy greedy Fuck the greedy, fuck the treaty, line em up and pow pow Flicka pow pow, click click Chicka pow pow, bang bang, ching ching, bang Ching-a-ling bang, pow pow Chicka bang bang, chicka chicka BANG!! Hey, we gives no fuck! Million dollar house? We gives no fuck! Lavish cars? We gives no fuck! Bling bling blang blang! We gives no fuck! Hey, want you to love me, want you to need me, want you to use me Hey, we gives no fuck! 7 figure bank? We gives no fuck! Phat paid? We gives no fuck! Whooooo! We gives no fuck! Hey, want you to love me, want you to need me, want you to use me Hey, want you to hate me, want you to take me, want you to KILL ME!! |
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