Intro
"Pumpkin, put some music on, I feel like dancin'." "Hold on, suga, I'm fixin' to right now………3,6,4…awright, now come over here, woman, let's get this shindig started, woo! C'mon, everybody!………… Now what in the hell is wrong with this juke machine?" "Be warned, my children……six will visit……followed by the crumbling of time itself. Before the coming of Shangra La, a dark Carnival will sweep across the land, as a shadow, plagued with destruction. A parade of freaks, jugglers, and death. This wretched nightmare is led by six faces. Three have come…three have gone. The fourth emerges…now. He walks among us as a shadow, void of light, powered by your own darkness, strengthened by your own wickedry. A horrid reflection of your very own deep desires cast and reflected back upon yourself. Brothers and Sisters! The time has come for the Necromaster. The unleashing of the fourth joker's card. The arrival of…The Great Milenko…Milenko…Milenko…" "This damn thing! Maryanne, what in the hell is wrong with this music box?" "Don't mind that old thing, honey, it does that all the time."
Great Milenko
(Chorus:) Great Milenko (Ha Ha-Ha Ha Haaa…) Great Milenko (Hm-hm-Hm-hm Ha-ha-Ha-ha) Great Milenko (Ha Ha-Ha Ha Haaa…) Great Milenko (Hm-hm-Hm-hm Ha-ha-Ha-ha) (end chorus) (Chorus) 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 nethervoid of the shadow walkers, excel from Shangra La…The great Milenko. (Chorus) (Chorus) 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 w/Milenko echo) (Chorus w/Milenko echo)
Hokus Pokus
Serial Slaughterin' Strangulars, Jugglin' Jugulin' Juggulas, Fall-in, fat floppy titty freaks…IC fuckin' P's in the Haugh!(Hoo Hoo!) Abracadabra, boom shaka day, 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. Ha Ha-Ha Ha Ha Ha-Ha-Ha, FUCK YOU. Wicked Clowns, we'd like to say what's up, to the Cobras, X-men, and Counts, And everybody with clown love, even sucks I 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'd pack up and hit the road, Cuz I don't wanna see your head explode! Toss me an ax, and I'll toss you a dead chicken, Add a buck, ya get a two liter wit' 'em. And when the genie says on with the show, it's Hokus Pokus Joker's, Great Milenko. (Once again, It's the psychotic carnival creatures in the haugh…) (chorus:) Hokus Pokus Joker's ride, Come take a spin on a carny-ride (end chorus) (Southwest slivering snakes of darkness.)(w/Milenko echo) (chorus) Shazaam, Bam! Shaka-laka lokey, Shaggy the clown back like scoliosis, Call me a psycho-skitzo-freak, and I'll call you by your name! (Dick anus) Cuz I could give two shits and a fuck, I bounce down Frimmer in a popcorn-clown truck. I'm a circus ninja southwest voodoo wizard, I grab ya 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 ya go, (Wow!) Try to land in a glass of faygo! (UH!) You suck! Ya missed the fuckin' glass, Broke ya neck, and busted ya 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!) (chorus) (Enter Milenko's funhouse! Walk right through the wretched hall!)(w/Milenko echo) (chorus) F-F-Fuck off! F-F-Fuck off! Clown dog…Freak dog… (w/ echos) Joker dog…Milenko dog… (w/ echos) Joker dog…Milenko dog… (w/ echos) (Visions of Joker cards flashing in your mother's face!) (Female chorus) Rude boy and Chunky, 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 fucking parking lot! (Fuck you!) Toljest, Jump Steady, and Nate the Mack, Tagged ICP by the train tracks! And it was on, the dawn of a new day, Magical carpets creepin' down the freeway. (Hoo Hoo) Walked in a gypsy's tent with a food stamp, And walked out with a magical lamp, yeah, I met Milenko, he gave me three wishes, That night, I fucked three fat bitches! Stank, get the fuck wit' it, forget it, I'll rip ya face off, and wipe my ass wit' it! When the genie says on with the show, It's Hokus Pokus Jokers, Great Milenko! (Climb abord our magic train, come join us in song!) (chorus) (City to village, hamlet to town, the show must go on!)(w/Milenko echo) (chorus) (Giant ladies, bearded ladies, radiant ladies! Ladies?) (female chorus) (Clouds of darkness, and underneath them come the clowns!) (chorus) Fuck that!
Piggy Pie
Come 'en get it! Woo! We got some fresh fills for your fat chicken-ass to snack on, bitch! So here, start wit' a slice of this fresh piggy pie, mother fuka! 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!) 40 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! (Chorus:) Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie. There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy cry. I might use a gun, (No!) I might use an ax, (yes!) The carnival's in town, come and get your freaky sex! (end chorus) 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 baliff, 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! (chorus) (chorus) 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 guard he told me wait, I bounced off his head and did a Jackie Chan over the gate! Cuz this little piggy, must definatly 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 matress stuffed with hundred dollar bills. A richie is the devil, he never will admit 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, and roller-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 (chorus) (chorus) (chorus) (chorus)
Rrrrriiinnng. "Hotline." "H-Hello?" "Whuddup." "What's up. I not sure that I wanna live any more, that's what's up." "Hold On!…………………………Helloo?" "I-I need someone to talk to." "Call your mom." "My mother died last year." "Serves her right, bitch! Hahahaha! I'm just playin', fuck-nuts. Listen! Whenever you're feelin' low, just page me, and I'll call you." "You will?" "Sure. I'll call you a nerdy bitch for botherin' me! Now! Don't blow your fuckin' head off." "Why not? Who cares if I do?" "The poor guy who's gotta clean that shit up! If you're gonna do it, do it outside or somethin'!" "Y-You think I won't really do it, don't ya?" "Honestly, I could give a rat's ass." "You think I won't, huh? You think I'm kidding? You think I'm-" "Do it! Do it Fucker! Bring me the gun, I'll fuckin' do it for ya!" BOOM! "Hello? Hello? Are ya there?" "Hello?" "I knew ya wouldn't do it, ya scary bitch!"
How Many Times
(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' lips! 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."
Southwest Voodoo
(vocal ad lib) Voodoo, runnin' from my magic. (chorus:) Ray kay shay, Shooga-booga ba, Southwest Voodoo's in the haugh! Wicked voodoo doped up killa! Magic, dark magic, yo. (end chorus) 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……ping! From Mookan House to Shangra La, Egyptian Pharohs, kumpa-ta. Follow me, and join us as we pray, To the seventeen moons of Kunga Delray. Walked in the luchroom 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: (pre-chorus:) 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 itty drip of faygo! (end pre-chorus) (chorus) (chorus) Gripped out fauna on a windy night, Ya see voodoo scribblins 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 shrivled 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 done yet, But one day you can bet I'm a freak! (w/echo) We'll make the whole world dance with the dead, And just like my homey said, it only takes, (pre-chorus) (chorus) (chorus) Voodoo, runnin' from my magic, Voodoo, runnin' from my magic, Voodoo, runnin' from my magic, I'll make a voodoo doll of ya, and fling ya nuts! (pre-chorus) (pre-chorus) (chorus) (chorus)(w/vocal as lib) "And now, the flying Fritz brothers……" "Ooooooo……" "Ahhhhhh……" "Ohhhhhh……" "Uh!Ah!Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!" Splat.
Halls of Illusions
Ticket please, thanks, walk through the doors, Into the Halls of Illusion and visit yours, To see what could've, and should've, and would've been real, But you had to fuck up the whole deal. Let's take a walk down the hallway, It's a long way, it takes all day, And when we get to the end, ya 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 too bad it ain't worth seeing. You walk in and see two kids on the floor, They're playin' nintendo, and he's got the high score, And sittin behind them, chillin' in the chair, Is your wife, and you look, oh, you ain't there! It's some other man, and they're hand in hand, How she looks so happy, ya don't understand, See, this an illusion, it never came true… All because of you! Back to reality and what you're about, Your wife can't smile, cuz you 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 your ear! And your death comes wicked, painful, and slow… At the hands of Milenko! (chorus:) Great Milenko, wave your wand! (Don't look now, your life is gone) This is all because of you! (What you got yourself into) (end chorus) (chorus) Look who's next, it's Mr. Clark, The dirty old man from the trailer park. Ya got your ticket? Thanks, take your coat off, And later on, why not? I'll rip your throat off. Let's take a walk down the hallway, It's a long way, it takes all day, And when ya get to the end, ya find a chair, Ya see all the blood? Yeah, ya 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 ya burn! What do we have here? Oh dear! No way! It looks like ya kids' in the O.K.! Ya daughter's chillin' up in college, top grades, And your son's a fuckin' doctor, fat pay! They got family, the kids, and it's all good! They even coach little league in the neighborhood! Is this true? Have ya really seen the holy ghost? Naw, 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 of the telephone! And that reminds me man, hey you got a call! Watch your step to hell, in the hallway. (chorus) (chorus) It's time to pack up and move to the next town. But we forgot Mr. Bigot, Okay, dig it, We can't show ya an illusion, cuz we're all packed, bye! I'll still cut your neck out! How's that? (chorus) (chorus) (chorus) (chorus)
Under the Moon
I'm still here..under the moon. 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 other 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 17 we'd be together till we died. But then it all happened 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 45 and shot him in the fuckin' face! I did it all for you and though I'm facin' 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. "I'll forever love you even in your doom, we'll always be together cuz we're both under the moon" I sit here in my cell and the walls are made of stone I justified your pain but now I sit alone I write another letter I write one everyday I never got a letter back I write em anyway I try to call collect- your number has been changed I'm starin at the light bulb and I start to feel deranged You never came to visit me I sit facin tha glass No-one's on tha other side and now its in tha past My head is always spinnin I'm poundin' on the wall I feel like I'm forgotten no sign of you at all You're probably gettin' married you're probably gettin fucked I'll break out of this cage and try to cut that muthafucka up I curl up in the corner my body will corrode, My teeth are turning into dust skin is growing mold I'm starin' out tha window of my eternal doom I know that you are out there... somewhere underneath the moon. "i'll forever love you even in your doom we'll always be together cuz we're both under the moon" Many many years many more to go does she still remember? God he only knows I now become a savage they chain me to a wall I still can see your body I still can hear ya call I'm nothin but a maggot I'm locked away and lost the world that doesn't want me my dignity is tossed and to tha girl for who I feel this doom look here.. fuck you and the moon! (repeat)
What is a Juggalo?
(vocal ad lib) What is a juggalo? Lemme think for a second. (well?) Oh, he gets butt naked. And then he walks through the street winkin' at freaks, Wit 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 tell her that her butt stinks, and all that, What is a juggalo? He drinks like a fish, And 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………oh! (chorus:) What is a juggalo? A juggalo? If that's what it is, well fuck 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. (end chorus) (chorus) (vocal breakdown) I'm the juggalagalocaroni. 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? Connec-man, that shit's wack. Don't worry 'bout my shit, just rap, mufucker. What is a juggalo? He ain't a bitch boy. He'll walk through to the hills and beat down a rich boy. Walks right in the house where ya havin' 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 your macaroni. And watch you sit there and finish up the last bit, Cuz you're a stupid-ass dumb fuckin' idiot. What is a juggalo? He's a graduate. He graduated from…………well, At least he's got a job, he's not a dumb putz, He works for himself scratchin' his nuts, Ha! What is a juggalo? A hulkamaniac. He powerbombs mutha fuckas into thumbtacks. (Bwa!) People like him till they find out he's unstable. He Sabu-ed ya mama through a coffee table. (Oh my god!) (chorus) (vocal breakdown) (chorus) (chorus) (vocal breakdown) What is a juggalo?
House of Horrors
"Hey there, do ya like excitement?" "Yeah." "Do ya like suspense?" "Uh-huh." "Do you like Nel Carter?" "Tst-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 flesh says enough." Hello? It's so dark. Don't lose me. C'mon, I found a door… Wabugawoo, Waaa! Welcome to the house of horrors, Ya born in a barn, shut the fuckin' doors. Ya see, bam, cuz I'm about to scare ya… Bbbblblblblbl, okay now I dare ya Close ya eyes, open up ya mouth, and count to ten, Don't wanna, huh? Cuz ya know my nuts are goin' in, I'm twisted, I'll cut ya finger off, and stick it in ya butt… Ooouuuuhhhhh…and glue it shut. This is when I get get crazy, lemme show ya somethin', Bbbbbbb! Ya know what that means? It don't mean nothin', ha-ha! But it scared ya, cuz people don't be doin' that shit, But me, bbbbbbbb, bitch, bbbbb, now what about it? (Bbbbbbbbb) Guess what, I'm a serial killer, it's a bad habit, I killed Tony, Lucky Charms, and the silly rabbit, Uh! Cut the lights off, see that shit, I'm glowin' Allright, I'm done, cut 'em back on, wait, where ya goin'? Welcome to the House of Horrors! (Chorus:) Comes from within me, me, me. Comes from within me, horrors, hey. Comes from within me, me, me. Come to the House of Horrors, hey. (end chorus) (chorus) Honey, I'm not having a good time. I know, C'mon, This must be the way out. Hey, what the fuck, come in guys, grab a chair, Don't mind me drinkin' my beer in my underwear. C'mon, 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 strech your nuts back, and fling 'em up your butthole! I'm a phantom, listen to me, ahhh, That didn't do it? How 'bout this? Ahhhh!!! I'm so scary, they call me Joey Terrifyin', Did ya know that? (yeah) No ya didn't, I was lyin'! I represent Igors, I'm yellin' in town, I'm comin' outta southwest, Wicked Clowns! Bathrooms? Yeah, it's right there, down the hall, Don't flush it though, I'll make dinner for you all, Amuck, naya, baaa, but that's two, Wait a minute, hey, don't leave me yet, hey! Welcome to the House of Horrors! (chorus) (chorus) Honey? What? I'm s-scared. I know, sweetie, come on! (vocal interlude w/laughs) Jump Steady, Nate the Mack, lemme tell ya somethin', Wit Billy Bill and Rude Boy, (what about 'em?) Nothin'! They're my boys, I just had to give 'em props, And together we form the cyclops! He-he-he-he-he look at you, he-he, you're a bitch. Should I let you're ass go? Ha-ha-ha-ha, no. I'll let your bitch out, but you get the bone, Run along sugar-tits, he ain't comin home. "Dont let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya, bitch!