CARNIVAL OF CARNAGE
INTRO It was a soft gentle night In the little town of, of, well, you're 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
CARNIVAL OF CARNAGE Carnival of Carnage (26x) Yo, and now for your enjoyment Please welcome The IC-motherfucking-P...
THE JUGGLA Well, you know the juggla jumped in the mixer Been down the road and I broke a few necks And I'll break a few more, so what's up Road by me on the corner, I'm a hold my nuts up Its finna fuck you wit' dat But if you a sewer skank let me hit dat Cuz I'm Violent J, ain't even one to fake it I wanna see some folded up skank bitches naked I pass out when it gets dark And woke up naked at the Clark Park Gotta go, gotta get before I get the wrap Gotta chopped off head chilling in my lap Mr. Shrink, Mr. Shrink, I'm sick Lunatick-tick-tock, it don't quit It don't quit, it don't quit Mr. Shrink, I'm sick, a lunaticky-tick The doctor told me I'm a psycho So I ate his face like I don't know Knife to the neck and got some more The night of the axe, the night of the forty fuck Bitch, I'm a man you can talk ta But after you leave I'm a stalk ya If you're a little kid I'm a take ya And if you're neck I'm a break ya If you're an old lady I'm a mug ya Cuz bitch, you can't fuck with the juggla Yes, ladies and gentlemen, he is...the juggla He'll cut your windpipe, eat your face And slit your motherfucking heart out You can see this freak show at the world famous Carnival of Carnage Keep juggling, motherfucker! Cuz ya know the juggla will throw ya up fast And if I drop you that's your ass I shake and twist, try to keep calm I might go to hell cuz I'm down with Esham Gotta rhyme for your Uncle Willy Then I hit him in the head with a Billy Willy, Willy, watch your mouth And fuck the south Running with a gang of twenty street hoods, yo What's up bitch, ah, what's up ho? Sometimes you act like you ain't down With a psychotic wicked clown Fucking my friends ain't healthy Cuz I grab you by the face and fuck you up And it's like that bitch that's the way it is I'm allowed to fuck, ho, I'm in show biz Sets in the hood want me for dead So I paint my tag on they forehead Stick your little 'kay by my taggin' You can fit twenty clowns in a Volkswagon And we coming straight to your brick house I'm a huff, and puff, and blow your fuckin' neck loose And then I might mug ya Cuz they're will be no fucking with the juggla Juggling eyeballs, juggling heads What you've heard about, what you've read The juggling wicked clowns will come to your Birthday party, wedding, and barmitzva And cut your back off for a small fee The juggla ain't taking no shorts from nobody Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh Let the fucking bass go And the juggla make it last Down with 2 Dope and try n' get trashed My fellow fucking fellas Southwest gangster killas Violent J, the psychopathic Some might say I'm schitsofrantic Others think I'm quite the psychic But somehow the bitches like it What's up bitch, let me get the shot Right here and now, butt-naked on the spot Why am I like this, like that Why are you like that, like this The ghetto took my brain and motherfuck I want it back I'm that nerd in the back of the class That went psycho and killed your ass I slash and cut and hack With a "Kick Me" sign on my back In my corner is scyne therapy They take care of me, but don't stare at me Cuz like I said I'll mug ya Now run on home and don't fuck with the juggla Finally happened, the wicked clown have come to your town And he's got your daughter by the hand Showing her a new land The southwest ghetto zone, where all the jugglas roam Come one, come all and have the juggla cut your face off Skip to the lou Juggla juggla fuck with the juggla You can't fuck with the juggla Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh Let the fucking bass go
FIRST DAY OUT Got another funky rhyme Another funky, funky rhyme Got another funky rhyme Another funky rhyme Another funky, funky rhyme Aw shit, man, that's the ICP!!! This is my jam!!! I'm on a psychedelic, motherfucking inter-gallactic void G!!! Aw, shit! Well, they let the gate up so I bail It's been six months pick me up from the county jail With a smog mother payin' my dues Steel toliets, worn blankets, and rubber shoes But I ain't naggin' Here come the fellas I can hear the muffler draggin' 8 men in the car long And the Faygo is almost gone My nuts are kinda hard so I need a mate So my homeboy's cousin set me up with a blind date She said "Pick me up at three" Can't bitch, the bus don't ride your street, ho We gonna eat at Mexican Village Take a cab and I'll pay the tab And when she showed, well, I'll be damned Left my wallet at home on the TV stand Have her pay him and for dinner too The knot in my sock, it done bit you She's all prettied up for nothing I'm smelling like shit and my chin is scruffing And I'm chewing on my food like a pitbull Cuz I won't front for the ho Stuck my face in a bowl of soup And just sucked it all up threw my missin' tooth The bitch jumped up with a boom "I have to fix my hair" and broke to the bathroom She's got the tab, so I go for mine And order up some '52 vintage wine Hey, Louie, bring a fuckin' steak with that Motherfuckers like jail say fuck dat She's back now and her hair ain't fixed Probably took a long greasy-ass smelly shit I ain't saying nothing though I ain't saying nothing bout the funkin' ho What's up bitch, I'm ready to break How long can one fat bitch take? Quite snacking and pay me saps Cuz we goin' home to meet her pops "So Joe, what is that you do for a living?" "Aww, come on pops, you seen me selling rocks on Verner and Springwell. Matter fact, I think I sold to that fat bitch in the kitchen" Your dad's really cool sweetheart I mean him letting me use his car And he slipped me a fifty Violent J is kinda nifty If I'd a hit you'd be home through But now your coming home with me Dad I gotta bitch in the bedroom Take your ass to the bar and don't come home soon Now the juggla's known to smack hoes But I need the shot too So I switch to the mack mode Now woman, you know I love you So why don't you just let me fuck you Now bitch, I know you's a freak So let me get a little kiss on your cheek And a fuck to go with that Come on, nympho, let me hit that Tell ya what you let me stick it And I gotta left over piece of chicken for ya Ya little sewer skank Ya nasty little pipe-smoking sac-chasing ho And that was that A little smooth talking she was on her back And I'm finally sticking Dump ya, and I'm eating my chicken You'll never guess what My first day out and I caught my nut First day out and I caught my nut
REDNECK HOE Rapping to this bitch with a red neck A red neck, that fucking red neck Rapping to this bitch with a red neck A down south bitch with a red-ass neck Bitch, you gotta red neck But you look kinda straight so I'm bout to step Heard you like fucking in pig pens You never seen boys, so you fu** your girlfriends Bitch, I know you's a ho So let me fuck you with my big toe Cuz I don't care what them hicks can do Shit, I can fuck like a chicken hawk too Bitch, we can take a walk But I hate the way you fuckin' hillbillies talk So keep your filthy ass mouth shut And don't say shit, nasty slut Bitch, I wanna hit it So I can drop your ass in a New York minute But you quick to act like you didn't know Like you didn't know, that I'm a jigglo, you didn't know Bitch, we can sit on the porch Swing in a chair, I don't fucking care But then it's to the sac, to the sac we go I'm finna fuck this red neck ho Bitch, you's a ho And ho you's a bitch Everybody knows that you's a... Funky bitch Rapping to this bitch with a red neck A fucking red neck, a red-ass neck Rapping to this bitch with a red neck Said a mop-top corn stalk red-ass neck Bitch, it's 2 Dope Before I threw you this dik, I throw you some soap Cuz you been in the barn all day Milking cows and fucking with hay Bitch, if you let me hit I don't care, you can play your Wayne Newton shit I can take a little Conway Twitty While I'm sucking on red neck tittie Bitch, I go down south With a piece of wheat hanging out my mouth And sport a funky-ass straw hat But after I hit it...MOTHERFUCK THAT! Bitch, I from the big city And I'm finna fall asleep on your big tittie Yeah, it's the farmer's daughter But I ain't gonna fu** in no swamp water Bitch, drop your overalls And we fuck in the back of a horse stall You're the ugly bitch I know But I still fuck ya, red neck ho Bitch, you's a ho And ho you's a bitch Everybody knows that you's a... Funky bitch My ratsaw can't even hang With the wicked shit you've done You go lynching with your gang On a brother or a Mexican Fuck, this shit may never quite Bigots may never learn I'll cut your motherfucking throat out, bigot Now it's your turn Bigots in the north seem to get respect You know I'd choke that greasy neck Step to the left, step to the right In my piece, and I'll fuck your face up Bitch, cuz I don't sleep I said "Fuck you, bitch, I don't sleep" In the south there's a lot of good faces But shit, I'm gat on a fucking racists Bitch, I can't tell from where I'm at But it looks like your neck is red, fuck that I'm about to step So I can say I fucked a ho with a red neck Bitch, you's a ho And ho you's a bitch Everybody knows that you's a... Funky bitch
WIZARD OF THE HOOD One time, the ICP with this shit For you and your boys to say "fuck yeah" to Yo, G, kick some of that shit about the wizard and all that Drop a psycho beat and go on and rap, bald-headed fuck Aw shit, homeboy, you should of seen me I was flipped at the party drinking a fifth of MD Straight passed-out on his mother's bed With seven cans of brew going through my head Dreaming, I was sipping on Faygo With my dope posse, hear comes a tornado Huh, I can't run no where Cause the whole damn house was spinning through the air (damn!) And don't laugh just yet And it bland my motherfucking eyes bet And here comes a three and a half foot pimp With a blue zoo suit and a mack daddy limp Yo, I gotta grip on my weapon Cuz this midget motherfucker and his boys are stepping "Oh my, look at the witch You crushed and killed that wicked old bitch" And they saying that I'm doomed Cuz I killed some ho that rides on a broom Fuck this, I'm going back to where I stay And I walking down the yellow brick alleyway Interlude (contains samples from "Wizard of Oz" and "Ghetto Zone") Well, go on motherfucker! Now I'm roaming just like basshead Everybody know just where the alley led And don't say you don't know Which way to go, yo, there go the scarecrow I ain't playing this bullshit no more So I whip out the nigger play the double-four Best tell my ass how to get back Or I'll blow the straw out your fucking head You wanna see the wizard? Fuck yeah, I do Get me off this pole and I'll come with you You know the wiz Yeah, its the road for him Then he gave me on a 'gene Now I gotta bullet for him So me and the crow was walking on bricks Spitting and cussing and holding our diks Thinking, damn, this ain't how the movie goes I ain't seen one motherfucking rainbow Ain't a fresh pair of kicks in the land Just what you thought, there go the tin man How to get to the wizard? What the fuck I ain't saying shit until you oil me up I don't see any motherfucking oil, bro Oil me up with a forty of Red Bull Huh, just like the book said Tin Man was stumbling like a crackhead Old-ass rusted out metal But we was on our way to see the wizard of the ghetto "Somewhere over the rainbow" (Shut the) fuck up, bitch ***GUNSHOTS*** Damn, this ain't Kansas, ho This is the southwest motherfucking ghetto zone, bitch So pick your skank ass up And you and Toto get the fuck on Yeah, we've come a long way Drop the motherfuckers all the way to Del Ray And I'm a wonder land story book tourist Gripping that .44 we coming up to the forest Anything could be out there Lions, tigers, maybe a bear Hoods and hoodlums and theives, oh my (3x) I'm a kick somebody in they fuckin' eye Don't fuck with me at a time like this I'll send out a bullet guarenteed won't miss So I just move and the hooks are flying You've come and buck with the fucking lion I want rings, chains, any kind of gold Or what? Or I'm a let this nine unfold Man, fuck this, come back to Del Ray There you can rob motherfuckers any day Crackheads, hoes, whatever you can name Catch all the rich ones coming out the ball game (yeah) So finally we was at the castle And with the guards, we got no hastle They all just got the fuck out our way I guess even in Oz they know of Violent J Interlude Yo, where's the motherfucking wizard stay Who wants to know? Violent-psychopath-J I wanna word with him at gun point Cuz there's no place like Detroit Welcome to the wizards kingdom The Wizard of the Ghetto as its said Welcome to the wizards kingdom Sorry, motherfucker, this is where you'll stay Scarecrow, you ain't shit to me And the lion ain't shit but a snack for three Tin Man, don't take me for a sucker I'll chew your ass up and spit bullets out, motherfucker We let it rain, Seventy-nine slugs to his fucking brain Then I stepped back cool and calm Cuz the Tin Man was dropping cluster bombs Everybody know about car jacking So me and the fellas went home macking Jumped in a smooth-ass ride Drop top Geo says "Wiz" on the side Gripped it back to the hood where we came from And that shit was fun Next thing I knew I was back at the party Got up and was finning to tell everybody But I just let it pass Cuz I know they'll laugh at my drunk ass
GUTS ON THE CEILING Oh, you'll never guess what's up My mucking head blew up My chins in an old man's backyard I gotta sneak threw his yard To find the motherfucker And he's gotta pitbull dog And it's sitting on my chin like a frog on a log I throw a bone to try to distract Cuz I'm wanting my chinny-chin-chin back I'll never be one to boast But there's my tongue hanging off the lightpost Cuz my head exploded And my brains unloaded All over this beautiful city Teeth and bones to the nitty gritty There's my eyeball stuck to the wall Right next to my splattered jaw I don't dig this game Chasing my brains all through the sewer drains My head's all over the block Cuz I done went lunatick-tock tick-tock Come on, dawg, what's wrong with my head? It blew apart but I still ain't dead I get no respect I got nothing but guts hanging off my neck But I'll still chilling Even with my blood and guts all over the ceiling I'm chillin', I'm illin' With my guts all over the ceiling Oh, you'll never guess what's up My mucking back blew up If you come across a spine Best believe it's mine Oh, forget about my tongue Cuz vato can't breathe without no lungs I lost both of mine Now that's an item that I wouldn't mind to find But forget about dat Cuz I'm roaming the streets with a splattered back I'm trying to rap to this freak But she can see my ribs all in the street Then the chit-chat went dead She noticed that I ain't got no head Shhh, I think I hear my heart But damn, it got hit by a Smark bus And landed in Pontiac So I tell my mellow to send it back Come on, wined and my back blow up Look for my guts, look for my guts I gotta call from Nate the Mack Says he might of found part of my back Then bring it on over, ace I got slabs all over the place But I'm still chillin' Even with my blood and guts all over the ceiling I'm chilling, I'm illing With my guts all over the ceiling You'll never guess what's up Ahh, I'm down on my luck Got no head Said I got no head Southwest ghetto zone It done fried my brain I'm chilling, I'm illing With my guts all over the ceiling
IS THAT YOU? Violent J, Violent J, is that you? I'm on the microphone, so what'cha wanna do? Violent J, Violent J, is that you? A wicked, wicked clown painted just for you I drink Faygo it's only a buck-ten I'm a pour it on your tits when we fucking Cuz I'm with that kinky shit, ho I can see you butt-naked in your window Shimmy up the house side dash Now I'm gonna press my nuts on the glass Let me in, ho, don't ya know I'm Violent J of the ICP, yo I got me a checklins cashing If I could spend it with the hoes I'm crashing But don't get all geek slut Cuz I'm a buy ya some lava to wash your butt What's this clown shit about? A knife to your neck and your throats hanging out With a do-me-ray Now it's about time I say Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? Yeah, let me tell ya what I wanna do Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? Yo, Nate, Yo, Nate Woohoo!!! Frontin', they frontin', everybody's frontin' Violent Violent J is gonna tell ya something If ya know a bitch who got grits Kid Rock, Kid Rock will probably eat that shit Boohoo motherfucker what'cha cry for I'm that nigger that your bitch would die for The whore showed up at my front door So I fucked her in the ass and I threw her out the back door The bitch thought it was a cake drive She said drive me to the city, so I dropped her off at lake side You driving me home, well I meant ta But plans have changed so get your ass on the centar Ho, this ain't no taxi I be mackin' hoes, they don't mack me Never slacking, hoes I be macking Kid Rock, Kid Rock Never slacking, hoes I be macking Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit The funk, the funk from the old days Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit The funk from the old days Well, I'm up for the shot in a minute Show me a valley, I might yoddle in it Like somebody else I know I been to Mount Plen as I've been to Romeomeomeo Wicked clowns gonna flow for ya some Three for the treble, eight for the drum Five for the homies that I run with Bitch, call your mother cause you're done with Toe tip-toe, I snuck in your house And fell asleep butt-naked on the front couch So, excuse me, pops, I'm napping So could ya shut the fuck up with that yapping And your wife's all worked up for nothing She act like she ain't never seen a wang or something Cuz it really don't matter I'm a show my nuts to innocent bystander Every fucking day Cuz it's about time I say Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? Yeah, let me tell you what I wanna do Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? I just said it was motherfucker Skinny dipping in the pool, you know I drown hoes Fuck them doggie style and play that ass like a bongo Hit it, hit hi-hit it Hitting homerums and never wimp, ho Smoke my dik like it's a big spliff This ain't a blooper and I'm no joker But I can shoot a nut 50 foot like a super soaker But I won't pull it out for a cheap joke Instead I play John Holmes in a sequel to Deep Throat Taste the nut in your mouth, just to school ya But ho, don't let the smooth taste fool ya Don't let the smooth taste fool ya...
THE NIGHT OF THE AXE Shit, I can't fucking take this All this fucking pressure, I'm dying Make me go motherfucking crazy I got all these motherfuckers Every where I go They gonna come down on me (Background: Why don't you get a job, man?) Oh no, here they come, man Stop it, man, stop it, man I can't fucking take it, HAHAHAHAH Come on, man HAHA HAHA There's no ouhahahat Showed up at your high school prom With an axe in my motherfucking palm And I jumped out the first date swinging Necks and backs went flinging and a toe I went psychopathic Choping throats with a hatchet Cuz they try to get me So I took a head with me Ran down the hall butt-naked If you gotta life I'm a take, huh Cuz I got it going on And I broke to the female john (AAAH!) Motherfuckers think I'm sick You ever seen a bitch take a shit, fuck dat A lot of dookie-ass beef Cuz female shittin' is news to me Climbed up the fire escape How many lives can one motherfucker take? One life, two life, three life, four Throw me a mach 10 I'll vow to take more Fifty lives coming out, eighty Fuck this, I'm finna whoop this lady Tied the bitch up to the lightpost Slapped her in her face cuz I'm psycho Beat her down and beat her up ......Fucking slut So bitch make me wonder Kicked her gut and left my number Call me, fucking nympho Then I threw her out the window Broke and I climbed up a tree, guy Came back down, I don't know why Straight up insanity Damn, if it ain't a family I hope they come home soon Cuz I'm waiting in the bedroom I'm gone and I ditched the ride And left the dead Wilsons inside Jetting and I'm hopping fences Finning through like my man in Caline, Texas Cuz I'm psycholistic You look once and you missed it Look twice and it caught your eye Me, beating the shit out of some guy With a bag of bricks Impressing them dirty-ass sewer chicks A club, though, you can't trust Should of known when I jacked the bus Fourteen passengers riding it One naked psycho driving it And we go and grip it And they're be no slipping Cuz I'm thinking the worst Shit like woman and children die first Make you shiver When I drove that bitch in the river Everybody dies Only me survives Innocent fucks is what I want So I'm heading for the restaraunt There's always gotta be a hero But I can't be stopped with silver bullets Or a wooden stake It's your life I quickly take Don't talk shit, I take 'em Take your life, take your life Coppers and choppers persue The boys in blue, the whole caroo I do what they never think So I'm heading for the 18th precinct Cuz when they finally call it quits I'll be there to cut their necks And that's what I did I hate a fucking pig I get a job at the Donut Shop Just to poison the cop Cut-o-pathic And I'll fuck you up in a straight jacket Cuz they finally got me Broke my legs and shot me But I'm still laughing Cuz of what happened on the night of the axe On the night of the axe (just psycho)... AAAH!!!
PSYCOPATHIC The ghettos of America are breeding grounds For the criminal minded As for years they have killed one another of And America has enjoyed its creation But now these ghetto-minded criminals Have crossed the line into your neighborhood And will soon give you a taste of the hell That they have lived for so long So pops, this time its your son gets shot Deal with your own creation Well, I've been to the storm house and then some Payed me dues but I'm still a street hoodlum Dropped out of school cuz I couldn't find my locker Stubbles on my chin, I got hair like Chewbacca Might see me sleeping on the street Don't look for a job cuz there's no jobs looking for me Then it all went to my head Next, forty-nine motherfuckers dead Tell the pigs I did it Place spot at your back And beat you in the head with it And keep your bitch in place Or I'm a send her ass home with a foot print on her face Uh, I'm hating sluts Shoot them in the face, steb back and itch my nuts 'Less I'm in the sac Cuz I fuck so hard it'll break they back All the pressure's packed into one nut I was waiting on a bus and my head blew up And the sight'll make ya sick Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic Psychopathic Thought you know bitch The ICP is made up of psychotic Demented psycho clumsy motherfuckers And we'll put a hook on your bumb leg Like it ain't nobody's business So I'm standing by the train tracks Then you see me running butt naked with a battle axe I'm swinging and slicing and chopping and cutting and.. Aah, until I'm nothing Seems like I always get beat down Like the hawk turned to the wicked clown Tail turned out to the ghetto cuz Southwest Detriot is comended one's home So you might see me at a festival Cussin', rude, and scratching my testicles With a cold two-liter in hand Rapping to the bitch at the french fry stand Take it to the Patent Park Then I'll make a sexist remark Cuz they're all eventually bitching Serve me fucking take your ass to the kitchen Police don't like me it's obvious Just don't look in the trunk Or the sight'll make you sick Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic (theme from "Halloween") Yeah, I've always been a psycho Psycho-psycho-sick-psycho-sick-psycho-psycho I'll throw rocks at stray dogs Build crackhouses out of Lincoln logs I cut class, said I was a faker You was in school, I was home watching Green Acres Now I'm all up in your face You can barely hear the rap with all that bass I'm running with a southwest street gang And I never let my southwest meat hang Cuz you know what ICP's all about Take a brick off the street And bust you in the mouth Find the girl's daddy's rich And his sweet little angel's my sewer freak bitch But I filled the turkey up with the stuffing Like Billy Bill say, "a bitch ain't nothing" Grab her by the arm and break Grab her by the life and take it And, ya know, the sight'll make ya sick Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic Psychopathic
BLACKEN YOUR EYES Filled your head with lead Cuz I want you dead... Girlie girlie bitch You fucking freaky bitch I knowing what you think You think your shit don't stink Take you out to dine And dine and wine and dine I tell you you look fine Then we fuck till I break your spine Bitchy bitchy ho We fucking on the floor We fucking in the bed Then I'll shoot you in your head You never make me cry Before that bitch you die Wicked clown sadistic Sadistic psycholistic I do like Nate the Mack And club ya in the back I'm not like other guys I'm quick to blacken your eyes Tommy son take off your coat I'll make you feel at home Then take out my billy club and go upside your dome Bitchy bitchy ho You fucking freaky ho You have a can of mace I'll shoot you in your face I grab you by the neck And rip that shit out Don't think that I'd hit ya But I'd punch and stomp and kick ya You wouldn't hit a lady What bitch! What ho! BITCH!!! You told me that you loved me I thought that shi* was true But then you sucked on my boy's dik Until his balls turned blue Freaky freaky trick Take your fucking pink Suck or fuck or what? Nasty nasty slut I guess love is the word You act like you ain't heard I'm not like other guys I'm quick to blacken your eyes Bitchy bitchy ho You fucking freaky ho I heard you gotta neck Why, uh, why don't you let me, uh Why don't you uh Why don't you let me break it, bitch? I think I heard a ho A helpless drunken ho Someone tell me so Do I hear a ho? Bitch, get in the car Then I'll take you to the bar But I took her to the alley And kicked her with the balley Stomped her in her face Her chicky chicky face You took my heart and bit it So I took your lip and split it You took my life and crushed it I took your head and bust it I take your leg and break it I take your life and take it And bitch it's no surprise I'm not like other guys Take it, take it, take it Cut off your head and bake it And bitch it's no surprise I'm quick to blacken your eyes Tommy son take off your coat I'll make you feel at home Take that razor to your throat, I'm from the ghetto zone Bitchy bitchy ho You fucking freaky ho...
NEVER HAD IT MADE First I was born young and healthy I told my mother one day I'd be wealthy Can't forget my first day at school Got stabbed in the head with a pencil, but it's cool Get my education A job and a family, a good reputation And what about grade two? Got shot in the neck and the bullet went straight through But I'm packing a textbook Don't fuck with me cuz I'm going to grade three Thank god it's lunch in a minute Bit into my hot dog with a razor blade in it And it cut my tongue off But I know how to multiply so what's up, boss Finally had to step out I dropped out of school when they ripped my neck out Who knows where the road led? Seen a man with a breif case and no head So I'm like fuck that Show me a quarter and an ounce of crack And I'm straighter than a fucking lightpost I sold a lot of crack but I bought the most Now I'm a basehead down on my luck Roaming the streets and got hit by a Mack Truck And thrown about a block But I'm thinking nothing but gimme a rock Holding my sign I'll work for crack With my old-ass E.T. shirt on my back And I'm sleeping in the gutter Right next to Jam Town's mother I'm eating dead rats in the street I keep on checking for own heart beat Now I'm weighing at a buck-o-five Twitchy little neck and I'm barely alive Got my first taste of life in hell I ate a dead, shh, but don't tell Excuse me, sir, can you spare some change? I'll cut your face off and eat your brains You know all about me You act like you ain't seen penatentuary Spitting and cussing and you know I'll piss With these iron braces on my fucking wrists And I'm heading for the slammer Serial killer, all on the camera First day, they broke my back Next day, they broke my neck Third day, they broke my leg Fourth day, they broke my head Swallowing kept on trucking But there'll be no fucking That's strictly for the soft Seen a freak in a week and my nuts fell off So I'm finna escape How much shit can one clubno take? "Stop, fool. Stop or I'll fire" Shot me off and I fell in the razor wire I'm all tangled up, cut cut cut slit slit cut cut You don't love me, I really don't care Tie my ass up in the electric chair I got no family, I got no friends I pray to God that my life ends They thought that they had killed me They took me to the morgue I'm just a little stiff that's all Like a board I lay there in my coffin Just chill and wait and chill But then I jump out knife swinging all about And motherfucking-mother-mother-mother-motherfucking kill I used to wonder what life's about Until it chewed me up and spit me out Your ghetto created a psycho nut Not just psycho psycho nut Now I'm living in the walls of your house And I'll die there and lay and rot like a dead mouse I'm packing a sickle I'm on your roof and I'm playing the fiddle You want me in a straight jacket Cuz when I see a throat, I'm a hack it Where I'm at? What's my name? Somehow, somewhere, I got hit by a train And it ripped my legs off Huh, nothing but a minor coft You can't get me I swing from a tree Shouting and cussing and shooting at me Everybody's end make two cents A branch broke and I fell on a picket fence I'm stuck and they're coming to get me Rip myself off and I took my lungs with me I'm stuffing them back in Fuck! They won't go back in Now my life's gettin' dense Cuz my heart's still beating on a wooden fence They shoot me up and down Thinking thinking thinking clown Wicked wicked wicked clown You wanna know all about a wicked clown I never had it made...
REBEL FLAG Stop the bus, Violent J comes out Barrels to your chest And blow your lungs out Motherfuck a fucking hick I'll kick you in the mouth, swell your fucking lips up You swallow them teeth when I do And me and my boys will run a train on your Felma lip Then break her fucking back Goddamn bigots ain't all that So I'm a cut your brain out Reach in and pull your spine out Welcome to the carnival show You're invited, you and your bitch Flo And the wicked clowns gonna jeck Cut your lights off and if you crawl back Don't step to the city folk Bitch, that's how you got your titties broke So get back on your ardvark Don't let me see a bigot coming through Clark Park Cut his neck with my good blade Thirty-four years old, still in the third grade Yes, speaking on others Look at your hootnannyass motherfucker And your Billy Bitch hey Fuck both ya and your rebel flag Fuck your rebel flag (8x) "Been down south you can't tell me" Hillbilly hillbilly hillbilly Uncle Willy acting illy Old bitch cooking up fiddles That fuck on the porch playing the fiddle You know I'd love to show you that ghetto style Take you out back and throw you in the shit pile Life in the inner city I'd whip your ass, but you're all shitty and funky Like the pigs you eat Picking that shit off them yellow feet Don't step or so much as cough Or I'm a shoot you in the back until your chest falls off What you say ain't always hype So I'm a slap you in the face with a lead pipe Teach the kids what pops taught you And he's a funky-ass bigot too Fell short other do respect Don't speak when I slap you in your red neck Fuck all that bullshit you stuck on Get back on your mule and get the fuck on Don't look back, I'm a hit ya Take that red neck bitch out with ya Spit on your rebel rags So fuck you and your rebel flag Wilbur - I'm a cut his neck Haus - I'm a break his back Guber - I'm a stab his face Jed - I'm a slit his throat Felma Lou - I'm a fuck her in the ass "Hillbillies listening down south" I'm up and I'm headed for the south Finna blow a round of buck shot in your mouth And blow the back of your fucking neck loose Hillbillies run a rhyme like a headless goose Cuz you try burning down my cross That's ready racist hick named Haus You sleep in the barn and you fuck your horse Break to the head, put your back on coarse, yeah But ya know I chill If I don't flex on you, the others will Straight folks in the south won't have it They put a round in your racist ass quick The coolest south team up with the north And blow that bigot off his fucking horse So put away your goddamn twine Cuz I'm a cut your pipe and take a little moonshine And drink it all up Barrels to your face and blow your fucking head off Keep on gunning cuz of what they said Punk, I'll put a slug in your bald head Scalp a skinhead quick And your greasy-ass triple Klan ain't shit Zip you up in the bag And I'll shit on a motherfucking rebel flag Yeah shit on a rebel flag Fuck your rebel flag... Wilbur - I'm a cut his neck Haus - I'm a break his back Guber - I'm a stab his face Jed - I'm a slit his throat Felma Lou - I'm a fuck her in the ass I'm a stab that motherfucker in bitch ah!
GHETTO FREAK SHOW Ghetto freak show... It's three o'clock in the morning and you're sleeping Wicked clowns in the moonlight creeping Slide through your window under your bed Crawl in through your ear, eat your head Bumping into bones cuz I need light Tip-toeing down through your windpipe Climbing down your spine was the fun part Looky looky and I think I see your fucking heart Uh huh so I'm stabbing like it ain't nothing Wicked clown cut his way out your belly button I'm like a vulture waiting in a dark place Swooping down and I'm picking at your dead face I'm sick but you don't know the whole deal No one ever loved me and they never will Bitch, I take you out on a blind date But then they find you dead under a wooden crate Rapped in a bag deep in the woods Cause my mother always said I was no good Locked me in a closet, fed me dog shit Well, I'm out now, so motherfucker watch it The insanity's grip will never let go Here's your chance to a glimpse of a ghetto freak show I'd rather be dead...ghetto freak show... I'm a freak show coming to your house Standing at your porch, chewing on a dead mouse I'm looking like a fly so you swat me Keep chasing me even though you got me So what you wanna do to a ghetto thug First you starve me and feed me them fuckin' drugs Turn me into a wicked, wicked cat I'm coming to your house, so catch ya catch ya clown Gotta have a fucking throat, hatchet once, hatchet twice Gotta have the governor, the richer fucker, pay the price Driving with your woman, that's sweet Never even know I'm in the back seat Chat chit-chat about the weather But then I slam they fucking heads together Is it jealousy, they never loved me So now I'm ripping out your guts and it's ugly I'm trapped, don't wanna be a rich man Not a poor man, I need my own land Because the rich man be stressing all the dumb stuff They cut there fucking wrists if the grass ain't green enough Right there in your face, you can't tag it Just found out your son is a faggot Dik-sucking, butt-fucking homo man If ya stressing then you better talk to mojo man Insanity's grip will never let go Here's your chance to catch a glimpse of a ghetto freak show I'd rather be dead...ghetto freak show Ahaha, Violent J, the Ghetto Freak Show He's still alive The ultimate amazing freak show Is here on the Carnival of Carnage Line up and see him Lived years in the slums And he's still alive to tell about Line up and see him He's nasty, he's disgusting He's filthy, he is a freak show And you can see him live at the Carnival of Carnage You, young man You look like you could use a viewing Of a good freak show Line up, bring your sister, your brother And see the ghetto freak show Violent J is still alive
TASTE The time has come for the blood to run In the streets paved with gold We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long And like animals we kill each other With a hatred for others We must move into the suburbs And punish the rich for their ignorance And the horror of death that is a part of our life In our neighborhood And give them a taste of the same And when we kill the government's children The streets smell of death Maybe then they'll see our situation In a new light And put an end to the chaos in the ghetto Put an end to the killings Heard thoughts going on in the free world Broke out the asylum and killed a girl Drink it all up just to get it on Cuz I'm a be cutting throats till the break of dawn Can't nobody get me I've always been a psycho but now they coming with me That's straight to Wit T. Mark Cuz I believe every throat deserves a good cut Look in my brain, it's fucking insane Roll around naked in the acid rain Rich bitch fucker, took me for a sucker Now we killing you instead of killing each other Walked in his house, shot him in the mouth Lean back the head and pour the brains out My lyrics are strong, it's only a song The government from the ghetto don't know what's going on I'll take the matter into my own hands Cut ya down, can't cut ya down Cuz I know the rich go jogging And I'm waiting in the bushes axe to the noggen (come on bitch come on) About thirty, forty times Psychedelic sick with a psycho psycho rhyme Thought you'd keep the killing in one place But I'm at your door, motherfucker have a taste Fucking you up, won't let you pass Fucking you up, shot you in the ass Jumped out the alleyway with the motherfucking battle axe Throwing dead bodies on the motherfucking train tracks I'm sick of this shit on my TV They're showing psychopathics and I see me And you're calling me a homeless hobo While I'm laying on my sway couch listening to mojo Snipe you in the head from a tower Or chase your naked ass clean out the shower Finally catch you down the block Take this here gat and shoot you in the cock Who you fucking with governor E? Don't you know I hang your dead ass from a tree? Yup, then swing you by the foot Mister jumble-looking bald-head punk bitch Stroll to the banquit party Drank all they brew, then shot everybody They set it up wrong Created the ghetto and thought it wouldn't last long Thought we'd kill each other off Never thought we'd come to the suburbs, jack off The clown will stick his knife in your face Motherfucker, have a taste In Detroit, doing time, time be done With a number of solutions cuz we're nothing but wicked men Too many motherfuckers have I known threw the years Got their necks blown out or crippled in their fears And I'll tell you cuz I've been in many skolds By the years cuz I'm drawn by the vision of the iron fist Raised by the crime with nothing to eat So my natural instinct is to kill in the streets But I'm above that my central caution Jump Steady stepping over the governor's brainwashing Take it take it further take it take it far Don't even let them judge you cause you know who you are Seems like they don't even know about the inner city crime war Money on the troops in the desert what the fuck for Damn, that's stupid, their minds must be failing Think I'd rather pay a little extra to the gallon To save a human life or two End this ghetto war for the homies that I once knew You're peeping out the bomb with your closed eyes You're peeping out the bomb with your closed eyes, ho I have a mind killer rage waiting for change In the folds of my jacket, crate of my gauge What'cha gonna do when I show up at your place Try and ignore it this time, motherfucker, have a taste You need a spoonful, in another words, a little taste So let me feed you the city at a rather steady pace Wake up to gunfire thinking it was a dream Until you hear neighbors hollar and a young child scream Everyday thing, think you can take it Just wait till you see the crackhead at your front door, naked Beggin' for money acting like he knows ya You slam the door in fear, but someday he'll show ya Catch ya at gun point range you're getting jacked "Come up with it, bitch!!!" now you don't know how to act But that's life inexperienced is a mother Happens everyday, one after another But the suburb living is high class Well, high class, lemme see you trade with our ass And show you the rough times Hungry homeless people committing crime after crime And bitches coming to pipe for dope Then they run to rock solder, buy some rock snow And I hear you're making fun of that ICP, what's up E?, get your bats It's time for you to crack some necks If they don't know now, show them what to expect Because it doesn't matter the race or the place Capitol E, giving the inner city taste We had it from Birmingham, Cross Point, and Beverly Hills I thought you knew because we in a devilish mood Guess who's rolling with the ICP The black devil coming straight from the deep I'm heading out to Birmingham, attempt to even burn a man Looking for the governor to kill a man I think I can Violent J, don't go away, cause I'm gonna getcha And if you're standing in my way, I'm gonna wetcha The black devil, that devil ya don't know Gettin' more pussy than Bel Biv Devoe Hey man do you know my name Esham with Nadas not Soul Train So gimme mine cuz it ain't about black and white It ain't about wrong and right on Devil's Night I'll burn a cross in your fucking face Now homicide's gotta new case So gimme a taste... Just a little taste, just a little taste Have a little taste, have a little taste
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Hey Vato If your nuts hang And you bang in a gang Then tell me are you down with the clown? Hey bitch boy What ya doin around here you little bitch? Don't you know your a clown now bitch boy? Forks up, forks down we all got clown love bitch face Hey what's your name? Richie Bitchy, you down with the clown bitchy? You better run your little bitch ass home you little punk ass bitch Smell the air that makes you sick Psycho sick, psycho sick In your town and gets inside your brain Psycho sick insane Who's to blame for what they've done? Aint the one, paint the gun I'm the Jogalacaloacroni Best believe me loney Some will say I'm in a gang Gun to bang, nuts to hang Like the wicked jokers down river Quick to cut your liver Sometimes bangers and they doom Boom, boom, boom, shalock-lock, boom I'm the other gang that's the offenda But you best rememba It don't matter which you pick Cuz they sick, psycho sick Now I'll cut your richie ass, up, bitch Cuz they got Much Clown Luv Hey Vato Yo fuck, I guess you don't know, never come around here Hey Vato Damn bitch, its all about clown luv (2x) If your nuts hang And you bang in a gang Then tell me Are you down with the clown? Hey, I like riding on your daughties Drinkin 40's at clown parties Then I go back home to sewer drain Call me shit for brains I'm the joker junkie hobo Fuck a bozo, pack a bobo Whatch me balance a telephone wire Psycho set in fires Caught me naked in a tree Wasn't me I C P Yes I sing in a rock and roll band "Hey dude, what's up man?" B-B-B-B-Boo had to scare ya Rip and tear ya, cuz I dare ya Cuz to body used to like to like to fuck But now you dissed the buck Buck, Buck, Buck, Bang, Bang, Bang Gang, Gang, Bang, Dental slange Better ask someone about Violent J, hey I got Much Clown Luv Hey Vato Yo fuck, I guess you don't know, never come around here Hey Vato Damn bitch, its all about clown luv (2x) If your nuts hang And you bang in a gang Then tell me Are you down with the clown? Wicked town, wicked clown Lets go ride the murder go round Lunatic, Lunatac Beat you with a cinder block Bitchy hoe, bitchy bitch Smack you cross your fucken lips Jugglers say, talk to much I'm a nail your mouth shut Die and sick of what you said Swing my ax upside your head Place the barrel in your mouth Blow your fucken toncels out I'm a mime watch me go Stue or Franky bitch ass hoe I drop lines, make quick bucks And your daughter sucks my nuts Back to no, jokers wild Yeah I said it, Wicked Wild And I'll cut your bitchy ass, up, bitch A lot of Much Clown Luv Hey Vato Yo fuck, I guess you don't know, never come around here Hey Vato Damn bitch, its all about clown luv
Dead Pumpkins J, do you have a Holloween story for the class? Ye-ye-yeah, um there was this boy and he lived in his house and um, he went to bed one day and then when he woke up um, and when he woke up he was, he was up to his head in the dirt and um, he couldn't move and this man came walkin along but instead of the man helping him out the man just started kickin him and kicken him in his face over and over and then he got the lawn mower and then he...... Trick or Treat bone appeteet All the little kiddies runnin down my street Gathering candy treats door to door But they walk pass mine, what for? Probably cuz the pumpkins on my porch are real Real human heads carved out with steel Cut out the eyes man it takes but a minute Rip out the b-b-b-b-brains and put a candle in it Maybe they leave cuz I take 'em inside Come and meet mother, 2 years ago she died Little boys laugh cuz they think it's just a dummy But then the smell hits 'em, mmm, smells yummy Open your bag and I give you my treat Crusty yellow toes off a dead woman's feat Take me by the hand and I lead you down stairs And that little Jimmy is were you'll spend the next 7 years Staring and weakening chained to the wall Starin at a roach hoping it will crawl Into your mouth for a tasty cuisine Yes my little friend, it's the Dead Pumpkin Holloween Ahhhhh yeah it's that special time of year once again So come to the pumpkin patch and bring your panty sacks So I can shit in 'em you bitch Well I love all the children but I can't fuck around Don't come to my door dressed as a clown Cuz you never know I might take it the wrong way Cuz I'm the real wicked Jugalocaro Violent J Follow you around but I love my Holloween You never get an apple or a purple jellybean Droplets of chocolate a liquarish snack Instead you get a deep friend french poodle nutsack Looking out my door I see no children in sight Perhaps there all dead, yesterday was devils night They burn down the city and they leave the crispy chard I light myself on fire and dance around my back yard All the pretty girlies I can see were your at Sitting on your window I can turn into a bat Watchin you remove all your little clothesy's for bed I crashed through your window and land on your head Drinking the blood that has gone through the bone Now I must leave mothers calling me home Up to the moonlight I'm gone from the scene Peace to Detroit city, and have a Dead Pumpkin Holloween Yeah I'll snatch your little candy bag Only I'm a tie it around your mutha fucken neck And choke you with it wicked clown style Ha ha fuck
Fat Sweaty Betty Fat Sweaty Betty you bitch ain't nuthin new Her ma used to baby sit me back when we was 2 We'd go to the playground and to the skating rink And we'd go under the bleachers and she'd let me hit the stank Well ah, she moved across town and never came back Until the other day I seen her at the Chicken Shack She said her name was Betty I can't believe the shit The sexy little girl is now a fat sweaty beitch She said hey J tell me how you been She had a piece of chicken gizzard stuck to her chin I told her, hold still and flicked it off her face And said "Betty oh Betty what ya say we leave this place?" I took her back to the crib and hit it all night I let my fingers rub across the rippled cellulite Oooooh it was nasty, but I don't let it bother me She rolled over and fucken knocked the wind outta me I couldn't breath she wouldn't stop I'm almost dead I took the lamp and bust it on her fucken head We got dressed I gave her a little kiss good-bye Fat Sweaty Betty, my fat sweaty pumpkin pie Fat Sweaty Betty Tell me when your ready (2x) The big fat flop of shit people call Betty Lots of fat on her back her neck, Sweaty Boogers runnin out her noes and over hung lips Can't tell the difference from her titties to her hips But fuck all that cuz I wanna see the neden I wanna see the cat that cheesy, cheesy, chin Rode my bike to her house, hey yo Betty let me in I'm packin some snack cakes, bitch let me in I can hear her commin down the stairs She opened up the door in her mutha fucken underwear's Eew, shit fuck that I'm turnen back But then the door shut and she goin for the cake snack I said relax hoe, I'm hear on business You can have the candy, first you gotta wait a bit I need a favor, come on Betty drop them drawers Ahhhh, I knew it, Betty hair balls Oh, no here come that ass From the top of the dresser with the Yokozuna Splash I wish I never came Oh boy do I wish She Fat Sweaty Betty The Sweaty Fat Bitch Fat Sweaty Betty Tell me when your ready
Willy Bubba Ok class please settle down now I'd like you to meat our new studend Ah um, Willy Bubba Willy is from Kentucky Welcome Willy I'll be your teacher My name is Mrs. Felbee Well I dropped out of school but I still hand in the halls So there I was you never guess what I saw Maybe a chicken, I thought it was a duck But it was a redneck fuck, so I walked up Hey Willy Bubba, Hubba, Bubba, Lubba My name is Violent J but my homies call me chicken pluka I been down with the clowns sence day one, it's day two I guess I got some plukin to do In these parts we tie you to the desk And all line up and take blows to your chest Fist to your chin, kicks to your head Last year we killed ad kid dead, haa, oh my fault Walked into school there's hay in the hallway Leadin to your locker Walk up and sock ya Then bounce your head around the classroom and act nutty The teacher walks in and asks everybody Who kicked Willy Bubba's ass? I did! Did you do it right here in the class? Sure Did! Did you punch him in the face? Did you slap him in the mouth? Did you kick him in the forehead? Yup! Yup! (2x) Willy, Willy, Bubba, Hubba, Lubba, Dubba, Dilly Tell me why you talk to silly, bitch You sound like you came from he land of the bigot's Jolly your dickens The land of the chickens I guess you in season, I'm packin me a 44 Barrels to your head, and blow your face out your ass hole POW! Bitch I'm Shaggy 2 Dope I'm commin for your kid folk You get your chin broke And don't cry, and run to the teach She can't understand your redneck speech If she could, she wouldn't do a thang Cuz she's my bitch and she loves to suck my Wang You in trouble Bubba, you better run quick You too slow Willy, cuz you a fat bitch I caught you and got my hands all bloody Teacher walks in and asks everybody Who kicked Willy Bubba's ass? I did! Did you do it right here in the class? Sure Did! Did you punch him in the face? Did you slap him in the mouth? Did you kick him in the forehead? Yup! Yup! Ahh, check it out Lets play Willy Bubba And kill the Willy Bubba
Graveyard w/ Project Born I C P the wicked clowns and Project Born Serial Slaughtering mutha fuckas in the graveyard Tick to the mutha fucken tock Nigga the click from Project Born and ICP are here to rock Nigga trippen in the graveyard Just don't try to play hard It will be your ass up on the black one Out there pullen carcass J will be the Barrier 2 Dope will be the Carrier And Project Born is Sworn to put a bullet in your derriere It's time to wake the dead and dead and move And then they woke up a lot of souls And hope to hell with the Nitty folk Cuz I be dreamin I'm dead and gone And on the fucken tooth I miss Mr. Nitty 74 to 94 took two to the head tryin to be hard to get you there And I'll be able to put you there Punk ass nigga do your hair six mutha fuckas will cary you there It'll side your fate, if I'm movin I be hurtin ya I'm puttin on way to much drinks so it is curtains for ya Bitches I'm a blast and the bitches are never after These punk ass thinks he's tryin to throw the casket on the masta, I'm fasta You should of tried to beat me to the ticker yo I don't give a fuck if Mr. Nitty bein hoe Don't risk your neck from the brother on the bullevard G-r-a-v-e-y-a-r-d it's the graveyard Stop into the graveyard been chillen here for days Workin the graveyard shift diggen up all the graves Sellin all the stiff to the Dead Body Man Wakin back to life so then I began to ran The decrepid mutha fucka was followin right behind I don't know what to do, I think I'm losin my mind Right then the corpse came jumpin out a tree Way out a tree And fallin on top of me Back on my feet As I began my face Put my hands around his neck and tried to put it in a brace But a nope, that's not how the shit goes His head poped off and started nibblin on my toes I got dead bodies to the right I got dead bodies to the left I thought the cary one, but what about the rest? Tie me up with some veins dragen me into the tomb I knew I had to be doomed Cuz I can hear the loons in my head It was dead, echoin through my brain Tellin me somthin's wrong then I felt the pain It was nockin down my flesh by the pound But that's what happens when you be fucken around in the graveyard, dawg Come to the graveyard now you see what's goin on You scarder then a muther fucker shouldn't of brought your ass along Ain't no place to hide, and really no place to run And plus I pack a bible, a shovel, and a shot gun Don't you point your finger though ICP don't ride a hurse You think it's over now, but now it's gonna get much worse Deadly sour paid a gang, nothing else can fuck with that See you wanna don't know what you got, you better duck with that The dead will come alive and decapitate your fucken head Now I gotta wake the dead Sleepin on the death bed Mr. Nitty gonna great the bitch, to you aint no fucken bitch I'm stealin for the broken hoe Suck on my dick you rich hoe Your daddy got a job and he treat me like a bum But I'm a let his ass know, he can come and get some And he ain't mean shit to me Commin from the PJP The Project Born Is slassin but you best be watchin me Cuz I'm diggin graves, graves is what I'm diggin I can't believe this shit, this niggas still liven So why you gonna play hard? Brother blow your hole card And I'll go slap your ass with the shovel in the graveyard My name is Violent J and I be sleeping in a coffin Deep underground Never to be found Then my body rots as I'm sleepin in peace Cuz nobody dares to ever wake the deceist But who is this mutha fucka nocken at my tomb? Disturbing the worms that are trying to consume, my body It better be somebody worthy, bastard, oh, he he, it's the Ringmaster Giving me orders to awake from the dead My body is decade I need to find a new head And a new leg, but then I'll be straight To crawl from the dirt And put in some work One O'clock one thirty, two in the morning Wicked Clowns ICP and Project Borning At the graveyard I got the whole wide world in my hands Cuz I'm the Dead Body Man Wicked, Wicked Jokers, Wicked Jokers, Wicked Fun Eiffel eye and T and Southwest become one And in the name of the dead you got delt yet another joker card Straight from the graveyard (repeat)
Fxck Off Well it's on, it's on like neden hoe fuck I'm 2 Dope and I'm fucken drunk Walked in the joint with my nuts hangin out my drawers Yo, SUCK MY BALLS All I wanna do is choke a bitch Roll up a jiffy and smoke the bitch I dropped outta school when I quit my job All I wanna be is a fat fucken slob I don't care about none of you bitches Shut the fuck up and drop your britches Cuz I'm robbin a bank So I don't give a fuck about what none of ya thank When I do show I wreck the place I run around the stage kicken bitches in the face Cuz I ain't nuthin soft So you and your boys can straight, FUCK OFF! Suck my nuts Bitch fuck you (4x) When I was 8 I was on crack I had Ms. Powtrain on the back Fucken every school, every grade I turned that old bitches neden hair gray, he he he Cuz the Dope is all that My mammas a witch and my dads a hunch back And nobody could fuck with me I used to drive a hurse to school G With a stiff hangin out the back Bitch you wouldn't know shit about that That was one thing that I hate It's always been hard for me to find a date Cuz I sure was nice and neat Then I strangle 'em in the back seat Cuz if you know the Shaggs ain't soft If you don't like it you can, FUCK OFF! What's up? Violent J The Southwest Juggala You know what I'm sayin? I walk into a bitches house walk up to they mom Grab 'em by the face and say, fuck off! Suck my nuts Bitch Fuck you (4x) I'm Violent J the mutha fucken blood sucken vampire Please stomp on my head cuz it's on fire I got another funky rhyme so let me kick it NAHH, FUCK OFF BITCH THIS IS MY RECORD!!! I walk up like a mental case And start throwen left hooks at your face I won't mix no rap with rock and roll Like somebody else I know Bitch boy you can suck my sack After that you can kiss my ass crack And them freaks, you ain't all that Titties aint shit but sacks are fat, bitch Cuz if you really wanna know what I think I think your neden stank like a fish tank So in the early cracks of dawn Taken two fat sacks of shit and get the fuck on Best leave me a dollar for Faygo, bitch Or I'm a have to bust you in your fucken lips Next time you think I'm soft I hope you remember to, FUCK OFF! Suck my nuts Bitch fuck you
I didn't Mean to Kill 'em I didn't mean to kill him Listen to me, wait I was talkin to a fine ass date Fat titties, poofy like, POW And she tellin me to come by, right now Oh shit, I jumped in the wagon No more lagin, I'm tagin This bitch dead in the ping hole Make me loose control I showed up, I ring the ding-dong Grippen my wing-wong, something's wrong Who's this? Not a bitch, but a dude And he's tellin me to beat it, fucken rude It's Jimmy a man, a punk ass So I threw a left hook on 'em, splash Then I came back with a right hook, pow He fell to the ground, I didn't mean to kill 'em Didn't mean to kill 'em kill 'em baby Didn't mean to kill 'em and kill 'em baby (2x) Oh fuck he showed up with a neck broke 25 to life, it's no joke Don't die, bitch hang in there I mean I really don't care, but come on Move quick, I run to the hospital Make sure he aint dead yet, shit There he is chillen with a neck braise With a look on his face like, eh Come on Jimmy it's me your homeboy I even poored a little brew in your IV Don't die, oh your tryin to speek "Fuck you, your punches are week" So bitch you wanna talk shit again I jump up with a boot to the chin Pull his lung out and start choken Ehh, his necks already broken He swung hit me with a bed pan I was just makin sure you aint dead man Fuck this, I grab a scalpel And stick it down in his scalp, ugh Calm down, he's dead now, fuck Here comes somebody, better duck Gotta hide dead Jimmy, quickly A 25 to 50, I didn't mean to kill 'em Didn't mean to kill 'em kill 'em baby Didn't mean to kill 'em and kill 'em baby (2x) Jumped out the window, I drug him home Jimmy's dead and I'm finna get the bone If they catch me, ah the death chair I don't care, they'll never find him here (Ring) Jimmy will you get that? What the fuck? He's dead, I'm wick whack I'm nervous scared and skitzo Ha, ha, ha, woo, ha, hello? Oh Jimmy they bought it, ha They'll never know I killed his bitch ass Fuck it though, Jimmy's my room mate He doesn't even eat that much, and that's great We just chill all day watch videos Call dominoes and flick off his toes Make 'em land in the fish tank, watch 'em sink Let them sink, Fuck Off I didn't mean to kill 'em Didn't mean to kill 'em kill 'em baby Didn't mean to kill 'em kill 'em baby
Southwest Strangla Ahhh make way for the lunatic I wanna stop, I drive by the camp quick I want necks 2 or 3 maybe 4 To squeeze again, and again, and squeeze some more I came up, walkin down Boulevard Then this girl, she makes my nutsack hard I don't know, what about my mental state They might find a bitch dead, there's nothin that I less hate Babe jump in, toots, hungry? Well I got some, nuts Oh shit, she's suckin on my Wang Then somethin goes, snap, bang Eek bitch, ha ha, die Her neck long, skinny like a french fry So I twist, turn, tangle then I strangle Cuz I'm the Southwest Strangla I want necks, long, tall, skinny Any ol' necks at all, if any Jenny, Linny, Sydny, Sue I want, necks, so I go to the zoo I choke a Pelican, I did it right I choke an Ostrich, long ass neck But I'd rather be killen at the prom I pick up my date, I get to meet her mom Hello Miss I hurry home quick All I wanna do is choke her neck, bitch Worry not, I bring the corpse back I just wanna hear her neck bone snap Why me? Hey I'm sweatin Commotion, dilution, confusion, psycho All I wanna do is kiss ya good-bye Before I mangle ya Cuz I'm the Southwest Strangla I got the southside scared, cuz I'm weird I was a freak in the 2nd grade I had a beard I sit alone in the back of the art class And draw necks with a big red dash I never thought, I'd be a lunatic A discrase A dropped out mental case I quit school, but I never left the halls I grab kids and drag 'em in between a wall Hear 'em scream, echo through the gym class You hear me chokin bitches up in the wind shaft They call me, The Ghost of the Bad Lands But I'm really just a killa, with big hands Allow me to squeeze your neck deer Until your brains pops dead out your fucken ear Burry them in my back yard With a twisted spine broken bones Cuz I'm the Strangla
SANTAS A FAT BITCH Slay bells jingle-ling ring jing jingle-ling horses, horses, horses, horses. Slay bells jingle-ling ring jing jingle-ling (gunshot) Santa Claus suck my balls Drunk as hell ringing bells at the malls Dancer Prancer Nixon and Quipid I'm a get stupid, ha ha ha, eh I sat around all night under the chimney Holdin my sack like gimme gimme I know that he's commin he's commin he must Lookin up nuthin but rust, dust. Turn on my TV the very next day I see your gettin paid leaden the peraid I'm that sniper on the buildin Listen to my nine go click, Santa's a fat bitch Santa Claus is a fat bitch Santa Claus is a fat fat bitch Another year and I aint get shit Another year I aint get shit If I hear him land on my roof Ohh my undertaker I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth Yeah I got somthin to say about St. Nick Fuck that hoe he never brought jack shit No toys, candy canes, just a lump of coal, So I eat it, cuz there ain't nuttin in the cubbords So I'll be quick, quick and brief Alls I need for Christmas is my two front teeth I got my teeth, kicked out my mouth I need a few numbers could you help me out Should of known I guessed I'd show not a steak No kinda gift I didn't get shit Some say I was bad but that wasn't it It's all because, Santa's a fat bitch Santa Claus is a fat bitch Santa fuck you cuz your a hoe Another year and I ain't got shit Another year I ain't get shit If I hear him land on my roof I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth "Oh-ho-ho don't go that way Rouldolf that's the ghetto ho-ho those boys and girls don't deserve anything" (in Background: Slaybells ringling jing jing jingle-ling horses, horses, horses, horses) Santa Claus, Santa Claus where you been? I see you got cookies and milk on your chin I guess you had time to collect your ends You always been down for your rich friend But Rudolf, he don't bring his slay my way Nuthin but dirt and coal for little J I guess you couldn't fit down my chimney shaft You need to loose some of that fat ass, eh All the little rich bays they gettin paid Countin the toys and ducats they made Me? I got a little half little chunk of dog shit I'm a kill that fat bitch Santa Claus is a fat bitch He ate too much McDonalds Another year and I aint get shit Mrs. Claus is a ho If I hear him land on my roof Slice that bitch in the big red coat I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth For the neighborhood Christmas and everything's whack Not a creature sturrin but a fuckin rat I aint hearin jingle bells I aint hearin nuttin Aint smellin no turky sure as hell aint no stuffin All that I payed Wished and prayed That fat mutha fucka would swing my way Drop off soldiers and rubber balls But I woke up and found some crusty old drawers Just as I knew it shaft again, and again, and again, and again Every year I wake up to the same old shit....house There be no sign of the fat bitch Santa Claus is a fat bitch Santa Claus is a fat bitch Another year and I aint get shit Another year I aint get shit If I hear him land on my roof If I hear him land on my roof I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth Santa Claus is a fat bitch Santa Claus is a fat bitch Another year and I aint get shit I aint ge-et shi-it If I hear him land on my roof Ro-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoof I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth (record scratching) "He's got a fuzzy whit beard and a great big smile, a bright red hat you can see for a mile, a bag full of goodies and a great big grin, hear comes Santa Claus again."
Witching Hour w/ myzery Life is over Death devour Time has come for witching hour Life is over Death devour Time has come for witching hour (2x) Time for your family to dress up in black Time for your coffin to ride in the back Time for your enemies to laugh at your death Time for the vultures to pick at whats left Time for your homeboy to find a new clique Time for your girlfriend to suck a new dick Time for the world to forget who the fuck you are Close your eyes, hold your breath, release the stress Let it out there's nothin left cuz your facin death If you see god give my blessings if he's up there And tell that man how you spent your life here Plus the rat and street Deasle smoke from the heat And your feelin weak Cuz the led got you going to sleep It's gettin deep Know your peace Cuz there gonna fuck your freak In between the sheets And the face they drop the leaky leaks You hear some sirens think about who what firin See your partner blurry front his sport up to island Holdin lots of faith want to survive to retaliate Then comes the Reaper, it's the Grim Reaper at your door, but wait Can you feel it? Pumpin on your spirit Got you screamin out for mommy dearest You wanna live, keep on twitchin must bitten Time ticken is the hour for the witchen Life is over Death devour Time has come for witching hour Life is over Death devour Time has come for witching hour (2x) Time for you to lay dead while everybody stares Time for the reverend to front like he cares Time for your body to rot in your tomb Time for your sister to finally get your room Time for your picture to fade on the wall Time for your critter hang out at the mall Time for your boys to meet hoes and kick base You sit in the dark with maggots crawlin on your face Bitches are backstabbers Hold your red and friend bank rabbers Reachin out just to get phatter Throw stuff to your soon to be wife and your phat ride Is in the back seat, catchin it from the back side You wish you had some rum Feelin numb Were the noise at? Loosen it, were my boy's at? Hallucinate so you gassed it From your soon to be bashit Cuz you slipped and got blasted Visualizing your good times Ambulance 59 minutes later Now your on the respirator Need all the shit Your loosin consciousness Your mind flashin And your phat ride crashin Un-happy family And it's costin, black roses Bear on the concrete Blunts in your caughin It's all you get A lost soul on a trip Times up, Clock tick Hour to be witched Life is over Death devour Time has come for witching hour Life is over Death devour Time has come for witching hour (2x) Time to sit and cry about the fact that your gone Time to say fuck it, Nitro is on Time for your people to clean out your place Time for your love to go through your tape case Time for your uncle to feal a little stress Time for your step dad to give a fucks less Time for the world to keep spinnin around Even with you dead in the ground mutha fucka Time for your family to dress up in black Time for your coffin to ride in the back Time for your enemies to laugh at your death Time for the vultures to pick at what left Time for your homeboy to find a new click Time for your girlfriend to suck a new dick Time for the world to forget who the fuck you are
Mr. Johnson's Head Remix Sittin in the class with my head on my desk. Teachers tryin to talk but I could give a fuck less. I'm staring at the freak that I know I'm in luv with but she don't even know my name it's always been the same. I just lay my head down and drown in my spit. Nobody even notices that I'm here cause I ain't shit. I'm hearin voices but I don't know what they sayin. Sweat is on my forehead cause my brains inside decayin. And this bitch that I luv probably don't have no idea. She's talkin to her friends and I'm in the corner and I see her. Somthins happenin but it isn't very clear sounds like a bell sounds like an electric chair. Next thing you know I'm walkin in the hall so many different faces that I throw up on the wall. Some yellen sick and the others stop and stare. I don't care I'm in a hurry goin no were. See my head is spinnin cause I'm lonely and I'm twisted. But I have a secret see everybody missed it. Just a nobody and I think its a drag. But I've got Mr. Johnson's Head in my book bag. I couldn't stand the pressure not another day I didn't like the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway. I sat up in his class he hung a rebel flag I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag.(2X) I wish somebody knew me so they could say I'm wrong. Sence nobody knows me I got it goin on. I'm starin at the a tick then a tock. I got a couple food stamps folded in my sock. I guess I'm just a ghost cause everybody walks through me. If I died in class they would probably say they knew me. Or they wouldn't care they wouldn't even move. A dead body rotten in the back of the room. For weeks and months stinking up the class. Untill somebody noticed then they'd throw me in the trash. I can hear the teacher man talkin about Columbus He nuthin but an old dead fuck with a compass. Ran up to the beach threw everybody off. Then he claimed discovery and know we all applaud. I don't give a fuck to learn your all goin to hell. I'm trapped in my brain and my mind is my cell. But I have a key it's called insanity. I stick it in my brain to unlock eternity. I'm just a nobody I think it's a drag but I've got Mr. Johnson's head in my book bag. I couldn't stand the pressure not another day I didn't like the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway. I sat up in his class he hung a rebel flag I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag.(2X) No but they could sit and front about it all day. But I left his fucken body in the hallway. And in the mournin they opened up the door. And seen his mutha fucken carcass layen on the floor. They could never suspect me I'm just a nerd. I try to speak my word and it always goes unheard. I could chop my arms off and run around the class. I doubt they'd even notice but I'd be diein fast. Cuz they'd rather learn about a red neck checker. Who owned a couple slaves but I guess it doesn't matter. Fuck Washington Benjamin fuck em' all out They can suck my nuts till they wooden teeth fall out. And the class want's to know who could it be. But I'm like Dewy Boondie you never herd of me. I'm just a nobody and I think its a drag. But I got his mutha fucken melon in my book bag. I couldn't stand the pressure not another day I didn't like the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway. I sat up in his class he hung a rebel flag I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag.(2X)
Clown Luv Gangsters bangin Nuts straight hanging Chillen in the alleyway Signs straight beemin Up in the air I hear they don't care Get your mutha fucken melon busted for a stare Luv pumpin through the heart, flowin through the veins Pop a mutha fucka like it aint no thang Blood shit eyes from puffin on the bud Let me see that rag, let me see that luv Roamin through the hood top cut down Car packed so full it's fucken on the ground Max with the homies spitten on the hoes Stop in the store for a cold 4-0 Grabbin on your balls Straight slanging stalls Fuck the gang squad tryin to take me out my home Check my neck and I got yours Cuz roll with yourself and keep that clown luv Throw your signs in the air What's that? I don't check, I don't care Cuz I'm down with the clown everywhere Cuz much clown luv is in here (2x) Hey homes what set your clame? I'm in the rhymin game Wicked Clown Banging I'm just a mutha fucka that's down for the cause You can suck on my balls, unless you got clown luv Put 'em up Throw 'em up Let me see them mutha fuckas Flip 'em up Flip 'em down Flip 'em around Mutha fuckas mind all warped From breathin all the smog I'm all up in the shit, like if my name was frog Damn I heard a shot, but I got luck The mutha fuckas missed it's time to shoot 'em up Here come the sirens I hear 'em gettin close Here come the squad, it's time to get ghost If you wanna stay you get beat by a pig Fuck that shit cuz were I live My boys got my neck and I got there's Cuz I'm true to myself, bitch Clown Luv Throw your signs in the air What's that? I don't check, I don't care Cuz I'm down with the clown everywhere Cuz much clown luv is in here (2x) Hey what the fuck you Lookin at mang My rag, my flannel, or the club in my hand? Well here go ahead, take a closer look Thanx for the wallet bitch Give me them ducats, mutha fucken child To busy doing other things like hangin with my mob Crew got my neck, well push come to shove Never sell out yourself, and keep that Clown Luv Throw your signs in the air What's that? I don't check, I don't care Cuz I'm down with the clown everywhere Cuz much clown luv is in here
Hokus Pokus Headhunta'z Remix Serial Slaughtering' Stranglers, Jugglin' Jugulin' Juggulas, Foldid, fat floppy tittyed 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, to 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...) Hokus Pokus Joker's ride, Come take a spin on a carny-ride (Southwest slivering snakes of darkness.)(w/Milenko echo) Hokus Pokus Joker's ride, Come take a spin on a carny-ride Shazaam, Bam! Shaka-laka look, its 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!) Hokus Pokus Joker's ride, Come take a spin on a carny-ride (Enter Milenko's funhouse! Walk right through the wretched hall!)(w/Milenko echo) Hokus Pokus Joker's ride, Come take a spin on a carny-ride F-F-Fuck off! F-F-Fuck off! Clown dog...Freak dog... Joker dog...Milenko dog... (Visions of Joker cards flashing in your mother's face!) Hokus Pokus Joker's ride, Come take a spin on a carny-ride 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!) 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 creepin' down the freeway. (Hoo Hoo) Walked in a gypsy's tent with a food stamp, And walked out with a magical limp, 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! (Primal order, magic train, come join us in song!) Hokus Pokus Jokers Ride Come take a spin on the carney ride (City to village, hamlet to town, the show must go on!)(w/Milenko echo) Hokus Pokus Jokers Ride Come take a spin on the carney ride (Giant ladies, bearded ladies, radiant ladies! Ladies?) Hokus Pokus Jokers Ride Come take a spin on the carney ride (Clouds of darkness, and underneath them come the clowns!) Hokus Pokus Jokers Ride Come take a spin on the carney ride FUCK THAT
Red Christmas Jiggle my mutha fucken balls bitch Insane Clown Posse back in this mutha fucka Hey yo Violent J, whats up? It's Christmas, time for a sadah Maybe your wife, maybe your daughter It's midnight, I land my sleigh Make way for jolly St. J Climb down the chimney, for the murder Dressed as the fat man everyone's heard of Shimmy down, shimmy down, what the fuck? Somebody help me, I'm stuck Now what to do? I feel whack I got stuck in a chimney stack But I hack And shimmer on down Santa Claus Clown Can't fuck around, now Livingroom, shhh, I creep Tiptoe's cuz they asleep I pulled out the ax and slid down the hall I got a gift for all of ya'll What's that? I better hide quick Oh fuck, it's the real St. Nick And he musta been taken a shit But regardless, I better move quick, now So I jumped him, Santa's no joke Fucked around got my damn neck broke He strap, shot, he didn't miss (Gunshots and ho ho ho) "I'm dreaming of a dead Christmas, the kind you'll never have again, cuz if you have a dead Christmas, that means your dead and that's the end" Have a merry Christmas you fuckin chump, Seasons greatings loser, Yo 2 Dope kick it! Jack Frost nibbles, ha, but fuck that I aint got a home so he nibbles on my nutsack And my buttcrack, toes, and elbows My nutz is froze Fuck you hoes So I made a friend like me, a snow man He was down with the clown like a blow man Had a hat and eyes outta charcoal And a pipe, we fill it with endow Me and him sang songs in the snowflakes He ate snowballs, I ate cornflakes And we both would freeze are ballz off I was there every time his head fallz off I put it back on for him with a smile He was my boy, made from a snow pile Then the storm came, a blizzard Snow, wind, ice, a blizzard We pulled through we hid in an alley The next day it was like sunny valley He was meltin I was just fine He got pissed and pulled out a nine "If I'm gonna die you should come with me Cuz we boyz" (gunshot) It hit me Damn I'm dien, I'm dead he got his wish And all I got was another red Christmas "Sighlent night, Violent fight Now I'm dead One to the head Christmas this year seemed so whack" Happy New Year bitch boy I got a new Years resolution For your chicken ass mutha to kiss my mutha fucken ass, Woo! Jingle Bellz, Jingle Bellz jingle all the way Pass your fucken mom up it's the ICP don't play, hey Wicked Clown, Wicked Clown bitches drop your drawers Don't talk back just suck my sack and fiddle with my ballz Yeah, ICP, Southwest for life, Christmas time know what I'm sayin, Mr. Chris Cringle, you fat bitch, mutha fucka never came, shit, I'm a slap your across your red ass face mutha fucka, ugh Southwest down On the 12th day of Christmas my true love gave to me 12 dead chicken boys 11 stinking bitches 10 bigot's dying 09 mothers bitching 08 crackhead babies 07 redneck hoes 06 rotting bodies 05 cases of FAYGO, hey! 04 neden holes 03 fat stanks 02 splatterd dogs And 01 dead Governor E
House of Wonders So there you are, your sittin there just kinda chillen A richie boy, you look a little bit like Dillon The 90210 bitch with the funny hair So I'm a change a few things around here and there Start with your eyes, I pluck 'em out your head And pull your ballz out your sack and stick 'em there instead Then I'll stab all your toes and stick 'em in your noes And pull the hair out your head untill your skull shows Yeah I'm a psychic gotta fix you for the show tonight But your lips man they need to just look right They could be a little fatter, even more So fucken fat bitch your lip is dragen on the floor Tie your tongue into a knot and stretch it out And tack a sign on it tellin what your all about Set you up cuz now your ready So open up the door Cuz at the House of Wonders your the freak show Carnival Thrills Carnival Chills Carnival Excites you Carnival Kills Ah, ooh, ah, oh Another freak show from the jagalagalo (2x) So there you are Come on in chicky wow, ain't you a pretty? I stick a dart with the silicone and see your tity I pull it out, put it in your forehead and cheek So now you look like the elephant bitch freak Don't try to run chicky poo, I'm just gettin started I beat your head in with the brick untill your half retarded Remember the ugly girl you laughed at, at the prom? Don't try to laugh now bitch you look like her mom It came to Tuesday but it's starin at I stuff you full of chilli cheese dogs and make you fat Then I strech your fucken lips and stick em in your ear So all the evil shit you talk, only you can hear I shave you bald and glue your tity on the top Then I spin ya on your nipple until you drop Hey, almost read Jump Steady? Open the door Cuz at the House of Wonders your the freak show Carnival Thrills Carnival Chills Carnival Excites you Carnival Kills Ah, ooh, ah, oh Another freak show from the jagalagalo
Mr. Rotten Treats Um well J that was an interesting Holloween Story Um anybody else have another Holloween story they'd like to share with the class? I have another one Well you have just told your story J So what bitch, you sit here every day and tell stories I'll tell a story in this mutha fucka J See he doesn't want me to tell my story Cuz he know my story, it's about Mr. Rotten Treats All your parents know my story too They don't tell you about him though Long ago they all killed Mr. Rotten Treats They're scared that you'll talk about 'em, they're scared that He'll come back from the dead, they're all scared he'll cut your fucken ass Welcome too, the other side That's what they told me when I died I was stabbed in the head Look what ya done dead All the blood bled, one juggalo dead It was a cold, dark, scary Holloween night My neighbors and their people they didn't realy like me right So they came and burn down my world Just because I like to murder they boys and girls It was the Holloween I never ment to harm no one I thought you were supposed to murder it was all in fun I see the monsters and the goblins I'm a killer to But then they call me sick so what was I supposed to do? I come back from the other side I come for the people that took away my life Trick or treat bitch, my dead body speaks You tricked me now it's only right that you try my rotten treats Trick or treat, trick or treat Watch as the dead man walks the street (2x) Mr. Rotten Treats got all the good shit over here boys and girls, I got balls freshly picked form Detroit's biggest nutsacks, I got Milky bar with the delicious razor blade filling I got fudge freshly packed from the worlds rarest fudge packer Must return to the other side But not before I take these bitches on a murder ride Murder go Round the dead body clown Put the treats in your mouth, and swish it all around Excuse me little boy, but is your daddy home? Thank you sonny here's a little treat now run along Hey buddy, you thought I was dead, man You probably stuffed the fucken shank in my head It was the Holloween I never ment to harm no one I thought you were supposed to murder it was all in fun I see the monsters and the goblins I'm a killer to But then they call me sick so what was I supposed to do? I see you to the other side Your buddies and your neighbors can come along for the ride Weak bitches, you thought that you had me beat But this Holloween I'm commin back with my Rotten Treats Trick or treat, trick or treat Watch as the dead man walks the street (2x) Mr. Rotten Treats runs this bitch, bitch, I got Fried titty nipples, sweet acid drops, sweet chocolate covered nipple nuggets with the fresh creamy shit filling, ask about my bitch she loves my cookie dough nut dribbles It was the Holloween I never ment to harm no one I thought that you were supposed to murder it was all in fun I seen the monsters and the goblins I'm a killer too But then they call me sick so what was I supposed to do? Welcome to the other side (Trick or treat, trick or treat Watch as the dead man walks the street)
Piggy Pie (old school) 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. The sheriff at the border, he tried to take me out, I drew my ax with the quickness, and cut his adams apple out! Walked in the village, and to the piggy's place, He opened up his door, and shot me in the face. It blew me off the porch, and blew my head in half, But I'm a Juggalo, so it only made me laugh. (Hehe!) Ax in hand, I rose like the dead, And swung with all my might, I made a thump noise in his head. Since we out west, I grabbed the shot gun, And blew his fuckin' tongue out the back of his cranium! 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 piggy snacks! The second little piggy, his house is made of brick, And this little piggy is a mutha fuckin' dick. He lays down his rules and reads you your rights In that funny Lookin car with the little blinkin lights I drive a Voultswagon bug 17 deap Packed full of juggalo's lights out and we creep To the piggy station and lay on the horn First piggy out we blow his lungs out his uniform Now the air kazoo like Starske and Hutch But there's only 2 of them the rest are out to lunch They call up Dunkin Doughnuts to gather up the rest 25 piggy's with they bullet proof vests We lead 'em on a chase, they blowin off rounds Now they all front cuz we at the carney grounds And they gettin swallowed by they very own greed Dark Carnival and Wicked Clownz cuz we need Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie There's nothin 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 piggy snacks (2x) 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 snaped his fucken neck in 2 and slammed his nuts in the gate! Cuz this little piggy, must defiantly die, 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 ritchie is the devil, he never really made it, So I'm a cut his hand off and slap 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, And tied his neck in a knot and watched him suffercate, cuz I need Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie There's nothin 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 piggy snacks
I'm Not Alone Maggots can't fuck with the Shaggy Cuz I got a crew Bitch, a crew like you aint never even known Carnival freaks from the ghetto zone All waiten for the day to put you in your place I had the fat bearded lady sitten on your face Bitch boy bitchy you might get hurt Dead Carnival clown puttin in w-w-w-work You think you the shit cuz you think you to the upper hand But why don't you come and meet my boy the strong man And he'll grab you by the head and squeeze until it pops And shake your mutha fucken neck until your head flops Cuz I'm runnin with the bianja mutha fucks I'll make a voodoo doll of ya, and flick your nuts See I was born to cause a kid like Carny Ruckus I came out the neden and started to choke ya mutha fuckas I leave the school drop a stick in half way out your dome The worst part about it is, I'm Not Alone Jokers and freaks deep in the night Thought I was a nerd but ya picked the wrong fight J-J-J-J-J-Jimmy cracked corn but they don't care They bust ya in the mutha fucken mouth with a chair (2x) I'm a nerd, and all the bitches call me a nerdy geek And they would love to stick they thumbtacks on my seat And they would throw they spit balls at the class freak And everyone of them bitches died in there sleep Cuz I fuck around with books and the severed barn Crystal balls, black magic and jokers cards And at night just when I'm feelin lonely The clowns come to my bed and juggle for me So don't fuck with the Shaggs cuz I cast spells And don't come cryin to me when your tongue swells I'm hangin with freak shows, like Crab Boy, Snake Boy, Flipper and Scab Boy And a man who can eat his own fucken face And then shit it out and screw it back into place If you don't think so you can suck my bone Cuz I tried tellin ya man, I'm Not Alone Jokers and freaks deep in the night Thought I was a nerd but ya picked the wrong fight J-J-J-J-J-Jimmy cracked corn but they don't care They bust ya in the mutha fucken mouth with a chair (2x) Well I like to hang with Tall Jess and Jump Steady Nate The Mack and Violent J and Uncle Fredy Chunky Mutha Fucky and Scott they got my respect But I really like to hang with ol' rubber neck A freak show from the circus that you don't know And I fucked the Lion Lady in the neden hole And sometime she do an acrobatic flip on my nuts And it feels so good So tell your boys that the yellow beats are jump circuits I walk around your neighborhood chokin mutha fuckas I used to be a fool but then the jokers got juice Shit changed when I started hanging out with Zeus And if you take me out you know I'm commin back again With my homeboys Jack and the Cannon Man He come flyin out the barrel doin Mock 9 With his fist commin straight for your spine Never fuck with the Shaggs cuz it's always ticken I throw a curse and turn your ass into a chicken So when you see me by my lonely in the ghetto zone Mutha fucka better realize, I'm Not Alone Jokers and freaks deep in the night Thought I was a nerd but ya picked the wrong fight J-J-J-J-J-Jimmy cracked corn but they don't care They bust ya in the mutha fucken mouth with a chair
85 Bucks and Hour w/ Twiztid Chillen at the studio Chillen at the studio 85 bucks an hour So hurry up and loop a beat come on Mike I'm Violent J but my homies call me shit head But that's my homeis to you I'm Violent J bitch I put my boys on a track even though they suck "Yo dawg I'm Dave and I don't five a fuck" I did a record deal I signed a contract Technically, for Island I can only rap But fuck that, with Twiztid I'm a still spit Even though I got a cold, and I sound like shit What the fuck was that? Fuck it, leave it in, the shit is phat You heard thid beat 80 times and it's still freakin And if you notice my shit don't even rhyme Look at that I ain't even got a rap and it's still phat My shit went gold, I got phat knots And your still flyering parkin lots You might say my vocals are up to loud So I'm a turn 'em up louder just to piss you off! Psychopathic records are geniuses Get off are penises Here comes the chorus, but I ain't got a no hook Instead I'll just fuck with the phone book Hello? Yeah, ugh Hairy Sacks please Who's this? Hairy, hey this is slim anus down at the canery Ugh, take shoot at the bulletin Somethin about ugh, you fillin in his slot tonight down at the ugh, garage we got a casement of fudge We need as many packers as we can get Duh, ugh, Sacks Hello? My name is Jamie Madrox and I got fat balls I'm always urinating in the Motel Halls I got a big head that never fits a hat So you aint ever seein me wear a damn thing green bitch I'm far from rich, I got a hooptie With a smash in the fender and in the back to I got a broken tail light and I'll smash you Bitch get outta my way we got Clown Love Phat props to the lyrical town dove It's the m-o, n-o, and I can't even spell the rest It takes to long and I need a fucken cigarette I can't hear my right ears mad whack So shut the fuck up and listen or get and ass kicked I slap hoes, and call them bitches to there faces And scream out FUCK OFF BITCH, Twiztid in their place So back off recognize and check this Simply my dear I don't give a FUCK Psychopathic Yo there's more chiles in this peace what's up son? Hello? Yeah what's up son? I'm Lookin for this deal know what I'm sayin? I got raps to bust for ya'll Ya'll ready for Mo Chile's? I'm bout to kick this flow, you ready to kick it or what? Who's this? Were light son, I'm Mo Chiles straight from the hood I got all my peoplez on 1-800 and Chris Shaw We commin home My names 2 Dope and sometimes Shaggy Sometimes Shaggs and sometimes Gweedy I gets mad stupid, I gets mad ill I done it all five, fuck it I do it still Stretch my nuts back like a slingshot and plant 'em in your mouth Shake my hips like Elvis Wigglin my pelvis I skipped that step Apply the camera clutches stretch it back like a mutha fucken bungy jump WHAT? I'm Violent J back to make you smile more I let my nutsack drag on the tile floor I kick free styles for miles My gold comes in piles I worked on Bell Isle I picked up dear shit And now I spit raps I snap your neck Cuz my freestyles are fresh
Holloween on Military Street Fuck damnit, another Holloween People on Military know what this means Houses on fire, their blowin up cars Creatures on the streets, and razor blades, and candy bars Went to trick or treat the first house on my block Spit in my face and gave me a rock I tried to give it back and said I'll take nothing instead Turned around and walked away and felt the rock peg me in the head Walked to the next house directly next door And there I found an old lady dead on the floor I said excuse me miss, but do you have a treat? She lifted her leg and scraped flakes off her dead feat I ran to the next house happy and gitty There I seen a fat woman holding up her titty I said "Trick or treat" she said "Treat or trick" And squeezed on her titty until it fucken.....sick The next house I was at back in the woods I was a little frightened but I want the goods I knocked on the door, I heard a knock back And then I heard "Come in" and yo I'm like, Fuck That! This house belongs to Ms. Cherryspoon She said "Drop your drawers your treat is commin soon" I quickly grew a stiffy but kept my eye's shut A hand came out the mail shoot and flicked me in the nuts I wobbled to the next house ready for the worst And chillen in the drive was a long black hurse I rung the door-bell and said "Is anybody home?" Of course little boy have a sugar coated candy stone I walked in the field and to the next crib It's friendly Mrs. Witherbee in her cooking bib I said "How bout some candy?" She said "How bout instead, a nice hot fresh home made loaf of yiest infection bread" My bag became heavy so I rest on the curb And riding on his bike, here comes little Larry Shurd I snuk up behind him, and kicked 'em off his seat I punched 'em in the neck and power bombed 'em in the street Now my sack of candy has doubled in size Up to the next house for my scary prize I'm like Trick or Treat, Trick, Treat, Ticky, Dink He opened up the door slapped my lips and didn't give me shit Rock through his window and ran across the street To the big mantion I'm in for a treat I dinged on the dong, and here comes the butler A big gilpy, tall ass lurch muther fucker I said "Hello Mr. is there somethin for my sack?" He reached into his pocket but I think he hurt his back It's taken him an hour, my bag is open ready But then he finally dropped it in my sack, a fucken penny The next house is abandoned so forget it But wait a minute I think somebody's livin in it I ran up to the porch Trick or Treat you can't hide It was a crackhead he crawled in my bag and died The next house was mine, the last on the block My mothers sitting on the porch shinning up her glock I climbed on the roof with my brother Jump Steady And we yelled HAPPY HOLLOWEEN AND CLOWN LOVE TO THE WHOLE CITY Fuck damnit, another Holloween People on Military know what this means Houses on fire, their blowin up cars Creatures on the streets, and razor blades, and candy bars
Dogbeats Yeah what you need? Yeah let me get a large order of fries and ugh No fries Excuse me? No fries man Oh, well bust be out then All right then give me a large double slam and... Nope What? Can't do it Why not? No meat No meat man damn All right then, I'll take a salad then Better grow yourself one What's that? We aint got no damn salad man Ah, well then what the hell do you have? We got the Dogbeats Oh yeah the Dogbeats huh? Yup All right, then I'll take an order of that to go then Inner City Posse's got the Dogbeats ICP we got the Dogbeats No you don't stop with the funk from the old days Start on your head as the beat plays Yo, the ICP has got the Dogbeats Inner City Posse and were playin for keeps And I know you likin' this funk Cuz I can hear my voice commin out the trunk Of your ride, don't take me for a sucker You leavin untended I'm a take the mutha 2 to the D to the o-p-e Hittin 03 with the ICP I like bass, treble, and the temp stuff Throw kick it in the back of a Seventies Bus With that 40-O Or that Straw Bull Shootin' craps in the back of the liquor store And I'm hittin, and we'll keep it at that You out Joe? No, I'm too dope for that Rollin and I'm headin for the Clark Park Just finished shootin 8 with the dark shark Seen the freak with the bright white tank top Keep rollin cuz I know I'll see my bank drop Homeboy if you wanna keep your riches Stay the hell away from them more money From the truck to the bukers to the jeeps The ICP has got the Dogbeats Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-yeah Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-Yeah (4x) Street lights glearin off the windshield Mear coke crackers on the general wheel 6 Pack in the back and I'm dosin Keep the sounds up find skate 1 thousand 2 Dope gotta keep his own style Home made kicken box 4 tendance Posse P make the whole car hopp When we let the bass drop Inner City Posse's got the bad rep Like my man on the cruches took a big step And I can't stand the neighborhood menace So I swell his chin like Rocky Denise Bass in the car somethin stacks I now hear me roamin them Pontiacs Everyone's brittle when the bass rocks So I got a little somethin in the glovebox Long black hair with the white rag 40 cent Faygo in a brown bag Jump Steady, Rude Boy, and Nate The Mack Chillen by my side cuz my Posse's stacked I know I'm gettin famous just think for a minute Stole the car radio and my tape was in it Sounds bringin life to the streets The ICP got the Dogbeats Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-yeah Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-Yeah (4x) Inner City Posse got the Dogbeats (hit it)(3x) Is in the house Waiten at the light as my bass thumps And I'm gettin jocked by these local chumps They point, they wave, they stare, they look I been jocked so hard I could write a book Violent J down with the pimp daddy's (3x) Smooth plush rides in the velvet caddie's All the way live down Jefferson Inner City Posse's got the best of them When the tape and your system meet ICP has got the Dogbeats Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-yeah Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-Yeah (4x) Inner City Posse got the Dogbeats ICP we got the Dogbeats (4x)
Mental Warp Staring at the ceiling, the roof has a face It's telling me I don't belong with the human race He's askin me to join him, in eternal sleep I give him my soul, my body I can keep Reaching just above me , I see my pillow's there But yet I have no head, my head is on the chair I'm starring at my body, I look as if I'm weak So give me back my soul, my body you can keep Sitting on my lawn It's just before dawn I listen to the screaming, another life is gone I'm playing with the children, children of the dead My mother say's their evil, my daddy give a shit Their eyeballs are bloody, their skin is ever pale Their askin me to follow, I shale, I shale They dress me as a clown, I'm screamin as a loon We dance upon the cemetery, underneath the moon Here I come there I go, I'm a night walker I'm starin at you sleepin through your window like a stalker I'm taping on the glass, I lick it with my tongue I notice that the house is vacant, I'm starin at no one I must of fell asleep, I woke up on the floor Underneath the carpet, underneath the boards I'm gagged with a dead rat, I lay for many weeks The rat comes back to life, and is chewing on my cheeks Coming is my helper, tangling my brain Something's very wrong I can't describe this pain I'm calling for my mother, I'm crawling up the stairs My mothers laughing at me, and she's been dead for years I'm falling down the stair case, tumble to the floor I land up in the attic, next to the cellar door I'm play with the pigeons, they tell me many lies They tell me I'll have wings if I let them peck my eyes I hear a woman's voice calling from the dirt I plat my little seed, and slowly she will spurt And now she is a tree, I hear the heart pound I take her in my arms, and we make love to the sound The wind is my ebony blowing evil thoughts Carrying the demons soaring with the heart I put it in my body, the wind will bring the rain Only lay it's demon egg, deep inside my brain They're calling me a killer, not saying that I'm not My daddy's tried to kill me ever sence I was a tot By poisoning my bottle, I feed it to my friend Cuz if he dies my buddy our friendship will never end I'm sitting with the darkness, talking to the dark It's singing lullabies, and stringing out the harp I notice that the floor is warm and rather sick It's cuz I'm sitting in my stomach Mental Warp
AMAZING JECKEL BROTHERS
INTRO Hello there sir Well I'll tell ya, I've lived here all my life and I never once noticed this place You need a sign out there or somethin buddy, probably bring some business to the joint Yes, how may I help you today? I'm lookin for some kind of uh...some kind of clock or somethin, somethin for the old man He collects old shit like this and I figured, I figured I'd get 'em somethin before he dies and rots on me ya know? Ah well perhaps you can use a gift yourself? Well I'm not much for old shit like this myself But I insist, I have somethin just right for you. This will help you find more then you are looking for A candle huh? Yeah well maybe I'm in the wrong place Concider it a gift from your neighbor But I heh....have electricity in my house Nah this is no ordinary candle by boy. Come closer and witness the light that this magical candle will shed apon your life Listen uh, I really gotta get goin Witness my friend, witness the light, of the Amazing Jeckel Brothers!
Jake Jeckel Boom shaka boom (3x) Lady's and gentelmen meet your guardian Your keepers of morals...hehehe kindness The path to shangrila is led by heeeee led by you He is of your positivity he is of your love Meet one half of the jugglin duo That is your soul I'm talkin about Jake Jeckel Jeckel another J catch one more They'll try and catch all thats instore for you How many souls will fall from the sky? How many souls burned wonderin why? (repeat Jack Jeckel Boom shaka boom shaka (3x) Lady's and gentlemen come here, major greeting Your keeper of wickedri the path to shangrila Is missled by he missled 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 instore for you How many souls will fall from the sky? How many souls burned wonderin why?
BRING IT ON 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 your amongst the dead Don't like bigots and richy boy fucks Ain't shit changed bitch, check us Detroit, southwest murderers die The greatest spectical under the sky 5 Cards came and made they mark From moon you gone down platin park Fuck the drum kits, xylaphone, chello I'm a wicked clown bitch hello Everbody come jump in our rides Bring you and your fat ass bitch in side Wagons, tents are swept of a breeze Can't nobody get with these, motha fucka BRING IT ON Violent J, Shaggy serial killers with style Fasion of the 2000 and beyond Voodoo, chicken and magical wands Dead bigots, face down in the ponds Broken neck with the flick of our wrist All this playa hatin gettin me pissed Fat chick, skinny chick, chicky chick hoe Swishers, Faygo's and Kung Foo blow's If Jake jeckel drop 88 card No more chiks just sizlin balls 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 liquarish treat I know dead folk that chew they feat Carnival moves in shadow of time And he's runnin a little behind, bitch BRING IT ON Insane Clown Posse ICP Ax murdering done with a touch of detroit class Jeckel Drop ball Shangrila die 1 for your greed 2 for your lies Jeckel Drop ball Shangrila die 1 for your greed 2 for your lies Shaggs 2 Dope serial killah Ax murder boy, wig cap peelah I can wear a philly jacket and look fresh I'm pimpin like David Caresh...was People think I got bombs in my locka Teachers try to open it up, I'M A 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 smack down on your lips Billy Boy Rude and Jump Steady Tom Tubs Stephan 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 reign bitch BRING IT ON
I Want My Shit 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 daddy's were a 2 headed freak show Mamma a fortune tella, Azmerella 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 primatives 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 homey's 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 faught in the civil war, Yankees army I walked across enemie 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 atleast 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 sheriff 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 one eleven I stuck my head out the window told 'em forward 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 chick 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)
Bitches w/ Ol' Dirty Bastard Bitches (3x) Bitch what tha fuck? What ya try to do to me? You wasn't true to me When I was locked up you fucked somethin like 34 guyz But I let that slide Cuz your ass is bangin, your titties is phat I wanted to fuck that, but fuck that I never gave a fuck that, you put it through the courts And gave me genital warts Now I stack my nine, I'm goin for your knees I'ma blow 'em out and give your neck a squeeze As your standin there I'ma be like BITCH! You know you done fucked up right? Girl ya know I love ya but now ya gotta die Now ya gotta die, now ya gotta die (4x) Bitch don't talk about bitches I'm fuckin them Please no fat bitches I'm fuckin slim Unless its one of those nights I'm smokin my shit I don't camp out high, I'm fuckin that shit How much it cost big fat crack head? Ain't tryin to hear all them words you said Five minutes bitch, then I came Fuck your name, and from were you came I don't give a fuck bitch, I will kill you You Shaqueta You Belinda You to Passion BITCH!!! Girl ya know I love ya but now ya gotta die Now ya gotta die, now ya gotta die (4x) One thing I can't stand is these bitches Tryin to take my riches, when I ain't even got none I never lies, you knew what I wanted all the while My dick in your vertical smile We kiss and hug, snug and tickle But the bitch wouldn't even buff my fuckin pickle She fucked everybody else in the place It's all good, NOW LET ME HEAD BUtT YOUR FACE! Bitch I love you but now ya gotta die Girl you know I love you but now ya gott die Girl ya know I love ya but now ya gotta die Now ya gotta die, now ya gotta die (repeat)
Terrible Motha fucka! You don't know shit do ya? You wouldn't know shit if it whiped whipe kicked you in your ugly bitch ass face You ain't even begun to expierence drama motha fucka Your mamma, your motha fuckin big fat chicken faced assed mamma Don't even know about this drama, MOTHA FUCKA! Oh my god look at that, turn it up please Poor Nancy Kerrigan's sweet little knees Somebody took her black thing and went thug Thats terrible he heard about it for months What about that one nobody guy that they found dead in the grass With his dick in his, ass Unless there was more But you won't recall cuz Micheal Jackson squeezed up on some little kids balls What you consider DRAMA it ain't all that It's just that your whack With Intergalactic satellite data compress YES but we can't feed the homeless And then OJ's big story unfolded Everybody watched that while Okalahoma exploded 900 good reasons why this world don't really care Thats what it costs for a wheel chair!! Terrible What ya know it's terrible Terrible, you don't know whats terrible (2x) Laaady daah we gotta protest that Cuz some rock and roll ninja bit the head off a rat Walked in his concert and tear 'em to hell Cuz he's so fuckin TERRIBLE! Mean while his record sells double and triple Cuz of YOU whinin bout him rubbin his nipple Religious, you? Shit, you helped them bands Instead of helpin them poor people eatin outta them garbage cans When your done with that bitch come protest me Shiiiiit motha fucka I could use the money The hole world was cryin when Kurt Cobain went BANG When Eazy-E died no it wasn't no thang Rapper dies of aids but you hardly mention Rocker blows his face off and becomes a legend Heroin and a shot gun and a hero was made Maybe I should do that shit so J can get paid Terrible What ya know it's terrible Terrible, you don't know whats terrible (2x) Rebel flag, in your school Rebel flag, in your park Rebel flag, in your court room Rebel flag, in your hart 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 Don't worry about my god damn flag boy whats terrible is you damn rappers cursin The country we live in was built by slaves Beat at and murderd and stuffed in they graves You put a slave owner on a 1 dollar bill And you wanna know why I kill people!!!! Bombs are blowin up cops are corrupt And all ya care about is who the president fucked! You don't even know terrible, you will As soon as our wagons come over the HILL! Terrible What ya know it's terrible Terrible, you don't know whats terrible (2x) You don't even know whats 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 motha fucka!!!! Terrible What ya know it's terrible Terrible, you don't know whats terrible (repeat)
I Stab People I stab people, 4 or 5 people every day I tried to see a shrink to stop that shit but there aint no FUCKIN way I stabed 'em, this nurse and his fuckin cat Stabbed 'em, stabbed 'em all like that! I stab people I know, I stabbed Alex my mannager He was like "WHAT THA FUCK!" I stabbed 'em in the gut! I order food just to stab the guy when he gets there I don't care, I stab anybody anywere I stabbed the mailman he was pissed He tried to mase me I'm too quick with the stab, come on come on mase me I stabbed Twiztid Jamie Madrox I stabbed 'em Myzery stabbed me, ahh god damn 'em I stab old people old ladies little kids I don't give a fuck I stabbed the fat guy in the but, hehe what I stabbed Pete Rose, I stabbed 'em twice in the nipple I'm violent J and I stab people Maybe somebody can help me (repeat)
Another Love Song Yeah, I mean I hear what your sayin I mean you got carried away in the moment I could fogiver you.....I could do that I could do anything if I wanted I could buy you a Lexus Truck with a white leather interior I could kill of 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 Thinkin about that I feel I'd rather kill you Cuz I got you in my car you ain't goin no were 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 Cuz you fucked my homie (2x) I could take all the face paint off and get a real job workin for your dad I would rather take a 10 lbs axe and stick it in your daddy's forehead I could let you move into my house You fuck the neighbore everytime I go out And whipe his nut on my pillow But I think I'd rather kill you Cuz we parked here all alone on this here dark allyway, hey I'd rather cut that neck in half I'd rather choke out that bitch ass I'd rather chop and never stop Cuz you fucked my homie (2x) I'm the one that killed your preciouse cat and stuffed 'em in your fuckin mail box If I only hadn't cut off my hair, I'd choke you with all my dred locks When I scream at the moon everynight You shoulda knowns somethin just ain't right Cuz I'm gonna slap you And then I'm going to kill you Cuz the moon told me to and it's 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 Cuz you fucked my homie (2x) I could go back to school instead and try and get my diploma I'd much rather bang your head on the wall untill you fall in a coma Cuz I can't get you outta my head I'd cut my head off but then I would be dead And I ain't the only motha fucka thats diein 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 Cuz you fucked my homie (repeat)
Everybody Rize Smile I'ma blow a hole in your neck And leave ya standin there lookin stupid like Beck Everybody jump 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 jump to the juggalo sound FUCK OUTTA HERE IF YOU AIN'T DOWN WIT THA CLOWN Fuck Gene Simmons you make me sick Psycho sick 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 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 on the east side Everybody raized on the west side Everybody raized on the north side South side, everybody rize (2x) Money, I was raised up without shit Thats how I'll die, thats how I'll live 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 video, and radio play FUcker, 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 on the east side Everybody raized on the west side Everybody raized on the north side South side, 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 jump 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 sence then Inner City Ghetto Zone Now everybody jumps to the juggalo sound FUCK OUTTA HERE IF YOU AIN'T DOWN WITH THA CLOWN!!!!!! Everybody raized on the east side Everybody raized on the west side Everybody raized on the north side South side, everybody rize (repeat)
Play With Me Every year there'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 super atomic retro blasma car We will all get tossed inside just like the piece of shit we are I will be your fantasy your imaginary special friend I can feel you rumbling no need to talk to them But instead you toss me in the box we need to rot away Hoping you will pick me again some day, hey hey Why don't you come play with me and take me to the other side Most of them are raggady and we all are locked inside (2x) I will 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 to But you leave me in the box and I can hardly 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 Most of them are raggady and we all are locked inside (2x) Boys and girls fuck that old crusty shit! Come down and get your brand new, haha shiney, slimey, atomic shithead! I can see you near the bed when I look through this tiney crack You'll become a children now and I don't see you turnin back 7 years of darkness I can only hope my wish comes true That some 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 Most of them are raggady and we all are locked inside (repeat)
Fuck The World If I only could I'd set the world on fire (keep repeating) Say fuck the world FUCK THE WORLD! Fuck 'em all FUCK 'EM ALL Fuck you, fuck me, fuck us Fuck Tom fuck Mary fuck Gus Fuck dairies, fuck everybody on the west coast and fuck everybody on the east EAT SHIT AND DIE, or fuck off atleast Fuck pre-schoolers, fuck reblers, kings and queens fuck gold jewlers Fuck wine coolers Fuck chicken, fuck ducks Everybody in your crew sucks punk motha fucks Fuck cridicts, fuck your review Even if you like me, FUCK YOU! Fuck your mom, fuck your moms mamma Fuck the Beastie Boy's and the dalli llama Fuck the rain forest, fuck a forest gump You probably like it in the RUMP, fuck a shoe pump Fuck the real deal, and fuck all the fakes Fuck all 52 states, oooh And fuck you If I only could I'd set the world on fire (3x) If I only could I'd set the world on fire (keep repeating) Say fuck the world FUCK THE WORLD! Fuck 'em all FUCK 'EM ALL (2x) Fuck opera fuck operah fuck a soap operah Fuck a pop locker and a cock blocker Fuck your girlfriend I probably did her already Fuck Kile and his brother Tom Petty, jump steady My homie fuck 'em what are ya gonna do Fuck that bitch man fuck you Yeah well fuck you to Don't bother to analyze these rhymes In this song I say FUCK 93 times Fuck the president, fuck your welfare Fuck your government and fuck Fred Bear Fuck Newgent, like anybody gives a fuck You like to hunt a lot, SO FUCKIN WHAT! Fuck disco, count a monty crisco Fuck cisco, and Jack and Jerry Brisco And fuck everyone that went down with the titanic, in a panick I'm like, FUCK YOU ALL!!!! If I only could I'd set the world on fire (keep repeating) Say fuck the world FUCK THE WORLD! Fuck 'em all FUCK 'EM ALL (2x) Fuck Celine Deon and fuck Deon Walrick You both make me sick, suck my dick Fuck the Berlin wall, both sides of it And fuck Lial Luvit, whoever the fuck that is Fuck everybody in the hemisphere Fuck them across the world and fuck them right here You know the guy who operates the Rouge river draw bridge in delray on jefferson? FUCK HIM! Fuck your idea, fuck your gonarea, fuck your diareah, Rocky Miavia Fuck your wife your homie did he's fuckin you Fuck the police and the 50 to Fuck Spin, Rolling Stone, and fuck Vibe Fuck everybody inside Whoevers on the cover, fuck his mother Fuck your homies little brother from along the way And fuck Violent J
The Shaggy Show From southwest detroit deep within zug islands industrial waste deopository It's SHAGGY Time!!! 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 Anyway 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 motha fuckas 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 thats what I'm sayin Shit, on the Shaggy Show shiit we ain't playin And that ain't it, also on the show Anotha motha fucka that well, most of ya know You see 'em with me a lot, he's like a brother VIOLENT J'S IN THIS MOTHA FUCKA I like that kid Violent J Hey Mike "Whats up?" how ya doin today? "Just great Shaggz" well thats great Lets give a hand, to Mike E. Clark and that gangsta fun band! We'll be right back with Violent J! Do your homies have money? Are you broke? Yeah Do bitches look at you like some kind of joke? Straight up! Theres nothin you can do but get your PHD Playa Hata's Degree? Thats right Awww hell yeah Player Haters Academy located on welfarm in Detroit offers the finest in Playerhation tactics Yeah thats right Such as the bitch hater Hey man fuck that fine ass bitch! Or the look shooker Yo bitch I may be ugly but atleast I ain't got no money! Or the never ending shooting star Just cuz he got a car he wanna be drivin that bitch! Get your PHD and join a nation of playerhation WORD UP! Ok, my first guest, he's nuty as hell He just served a half a year in the county jail Now he's back, for now atleast Hey Violent J's in this bitch ass piece Waddup yall? Whats happenin Been 6 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 Now I been hearin a little about this and that About you havin some kinda panick attack Tell us, um is it true? And when you have one, what tha fuck do you do? 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 pedestriens Untill they give me my shot of calapalestrien But thats all over now and thats that I'm a perfectly normal necropheliac Just don't test me, or pull strings forget it I might grab your neck and do bad things with it Well on that note, thank you J, for real Well just pop you one of them selopian pills Take your ass back stage and relax Snoop Dogg is commin up next!!! Stay right here we'll be right back I like my chilli hot, as a matter of fact I like my chilli so god damn hot That you can cook a hogs ass in a spoonfull When a workin man such as myself wants a little hot fixin I reach for that bottle of mammas god damn hot chilli Smooth tender chunks filled with chilli beans filled with mamma's hot bastard bacon bits And drizled with just the right amount of thick savery sauce Drippin with noodle nuggets and Texas onions mmmm mmmmm thats hot, god damn hot! Ask for it by name Thanx fellas, alright yo were back My next guest pioneerd the sound of rap He's come a long way from the LBC Please welcome Snoop D-O double G 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 lets go half on this pound I stay gangsta lay fine, I drop the bomb They call me Snoop Dogg and I can raise your arm So any dick that seem to disagree with me Step up and watch your motha fuckin ass meet the fee Snoop, what?, you got platnem on your wall Where all the fools starin scratch there balls They wanna be like you, they wanna try ta steal your flows Yo, why is that so? 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 riddin in cars with suspension Bounce makin on the corners smokin dope Smokin that weed hangin out with my lopes Folks don't give a fuck about nothin at all Thats why I'm known to the world as big motha fuckin Snoop Dogg, nigga Snoop Dogg everybody Now we gotta bring a close to our party Thanx Violent J my lope 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 Thats it for now, I'm out this bitch Hey yo gangsta fun, show 'em how ya got rich!
Mad Professor He He He Oh shit he's here Hi Hi ya doing Is this the right place for that furniture ahh Yeah sure is come on in Pretty nice place you got here cobwebs are a nice touch So that's the couch eh Yeah we got some um take a look at the apolstry right there That's pretty fuckin nice I haven't seen Woah you all right there Excuse me real apolstry I ain't seen nothin like that since shit like back in the Mother Fucker You want my couch You mother fucker I need your muther fuckin brain You can't have my couch What da the fuck you thinking Now come here you big fat muther fucker 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 were my time was spent I made a mouse with a chicken head it clucked 3 times Cluck Cluck Cluck then it was dead I made a lot of things though Like a frog with a turkey neck it was tha shit yeah But im still lonely I need a homie So I collected limbs and made me a zombie I could have made me a girlie friend But fuck that I got my girlie right here yeah You can call me mad professor I will build 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? Hehe Shut up bitch Give me your tippie toes I used some many body parts it was crazy I killed a whole bunch of muther fucker like what 80 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 outside "Keep it down you little bitches I'll skin your fuckin hide" Trunks full this parts wack Somehow I gotta attach this nut sack Shit fuck I'm sawing of an elbow Looking at the meter on my quazar zifter low Or better yet look out the fuckin window I see a storm comin it's all most time to roll Screw the head on come on come It's the dugish rugish bone OK it's time hit the switch turn it up a hertz Fuck shit didn't work 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? Hehe Shut up bitch Give me your tippie toes Hey Hey you call for a wrecker Sure did come on in I got the truck ready out side I'm gonna go ahead... Oh muther fucko what you'd hit me with a fuckin frying pan What's up what that bra You crazy muther fucko ow that shit hurts Come here I'm gonna fuck you up Get back here He's trying to kill me It wasn't always easy let me tell ya But fuck that uhh cause I ain't no failure I put the shit with the veins and snip that wait a minute You here that Yeah It's alive I just gotta wake it up Hand me that rock and lime Pour it in the cup and give it to his ass wait hold up pause I ain't cleaning his draws man fuck that Get him set get 'im ready its 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 Turn the hertz all the way up for this shit And just wait for that lightning bolt to hit Did it work you make the call? "Shaggy ?" ...What up Y'all? You can call me mad professor I will build a friend for me You can call me mad professor We will rule eternity Assassins You know who your fuckin wit?
ASSASSINS W-W-W-W-W-W-W-Wicked clowns (repeat) I walked through river rouge and saw this man He was chubba he was 1m I snatched his jewelry and ran I caught up with Nate he said I think it's worth a grand He smiled then he cringled then he shook my hand The Deal is goin down I need the money so I'm giddy The fuckin snake was crule all I got was 750 My mother threw my out I called my sister a whore Now my house is abandoned, my bed is the floor It's been a week I haven't eaten I starve and I crawl Saw my teacher Ms. Delana Oak at Wellington Mall I broke into her dosten and jumped in the back And waited for the bitch to put my shanke through her neck She offered her cars key's cried and said please She promised not to tell and gave me A's and B's 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 tongue Now happy with the trigger now I'm on the run AN ASSASSIN Wicked Clowns wicked clown Wicked clowns wicked clown Don't fuck with me Wicked Clowns wicked clown Wicked clowns wicked clown Wicked Clowns wicked clown Wicked clowns wicked clown Don't fuck with me Wicked Clowns wicked clown Wicked clowns wicked clown You know who your fuckin wit? W-W-W-W-W-W-W-Wicked clowns (repeat) My father was a priest cold blooded he's dead Hipocret he was a bigot so I cut off his head Poored out the holey water bless the dead is what I said And heard the demons screamin as his body bled Now I'm drunk on the freeway just the other day I saw a fine hitch hiker and I wanted to play Pulled up to the curb so I can offer a ride She said thanx I said no thang and she got inside I'm peepin as I'm creepin I'm packin an erection I'm stairin with my dick I'm like LOOK which direction Made it to her ave, she got out and said see ya Hey babe why don't ya chill and kill this 2 liter Went into my trailer, I filled up the glass Before she took a sip I had my dick in her ass I banged it and banged it the shit was obserd Like she was Sporty Spice and I was some fuckin nerd Then she rolled over and gave me a kiss She said "When am I gettin paid?" WHAT BITCH? First I tried to choke her she went for the door She said "Welcome to the desease theres no cure for" Bitch I love you but now you gotta die I chased her through the door but she slammed it in my eye She passed by my boy and I knew he was strapped Billy pulled out his gun and shot the bitch in her back Still about 30, I went for the hatchet And screamed at the moon like a sick psychopatchic Chopin and chopin they said "J what tha fuck?" On the news they found her head stuffed up her butt, WHAT? I'm an ASSASSIN hahaha a motha fuckin assassin An assassin Wicked Clowns wicked clown Wicked clowns wicked clown Don't fuck with me Wicked Clowns wicked clown Wicked clowns wicked clown Wicked Clowns wicked clown Wicked clowns wicked clown Don't fuck with me Wicked Clowns wicked clown Wicked clowns wicked clown
Echoside Echoside Echoside not without my echoside Imagine a place that exists beyond, a place that seldom seen A place that even the wickedest souls that burn have never been There was a soul named Dameon 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 relm see's through, it's hectic and over changed Dameon 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 Dameon had excapte throught the back door of Satan's lair Out the back entrance of hell with no were else to hide His time is just a toomb resting in the Echoside Echoside Echoside not without my echoside (4x) In the 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 Dameon 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 Dameons legs were dead So he layed on top of Dameon 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 sould away? Echoside Echoside not without my Echoside (4x) In the 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 Backwards talking again saying: Fuck The Devil Fuck That Shit We Believe in life legit If you diggin what we say Why you throw your soul away? Dameon crawled for many hours in puddles of blood he lay Torcherd 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 Dameon layed in Echoside, hells screames could still be heard Blood red skie would flicker with the torchering that occured Thinking that he 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 Echosid not without my echoside In the 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 all until song is done)
Nothing Left Ain't nothin left here for me So I'm out this bitch Fuck stayin here I'm buzzin the fuck all the bout We out this motha fucka right now Theres no story that ain't been told There ain't no gimic that ain't been sold Theres no ocean that never been swam Theres no jaba that ain't been slamed There ain't no road that ain't been traveled There ain't no doctor that ain't been baffled Ain't no thug that never cried Ain't no preacher that never lied Theres no rumor that ain't been passed Ain't no question that no one asked Theres no tree that won't get chopped Theres no bomb that won't get dropped Ain't no path that no ones laid AIn't no beast that ain't been afraid Theres no feet that no one can Theres no saga that never began Ain't no snow that didn't melt Theres no punch that never been felt Theres no skill that no ones learned Theres no planet that he ain't turned Theres no fued that never disolved There ain't no problem that ain't been solved Theres no tail that no ones told Theres no beuty that won't get old Theres no garden the sun ain't beemed on Theres no shoulder that ain't been leaned on Theres no color that ain't been seen Purple, yellow, forest green Theres no desert that ain't seen rain Nobody here that ain't felt pain Theres no bigot that ain't been clowned Theres no treasure that I ain't found Ain't no cave they ain't never explored Ain't no mother that ain't been ignored Theres no leader that ain't been led Theres no blood that ain't been shed Theres no dish they never made Ain't no brick they never laid Everything left's been done before Nothings new, no were to explore On the day the wagons come I'll just pray that you let me on (repeat) Hey Jack Jeckel fly Twist and spin to the other side (repeat)