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  1. Intro
  2. Carnival Of Carnage
  3. The Juggla
  4. First Day Out
  5. Red Neck Hoe
  6. Wizard Of The Hood
  7. Guts On The Ceiling
  8. Is That You (w. Kid Rock)
  9. Night Of The Axe
  10. Psychopathic
  11. Blackin' Your Eyes
  12. Never Had It Made
  13. Your Rebel Flag
  14. Ghetto Freek show
  15. Taste


  1. 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
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  2. Carnival Of Carnage
    Carnival of Carnage (26x)

    Yo, and now for your enjoyment Please welcome
    The IC-motherfucking-P...
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  3. 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
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  4. 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
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  5. Red Neck 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 fuck 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 dick, 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 fuck 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
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  6. 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 dicks
    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
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  7. 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 fothermucker

    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 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
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  8. Is That You (w. Kid Rock)
    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 dick 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...
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  9. 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!!!
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  10. Psychopathic
    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 but 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
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  11. Blackin' 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 shit was true
    But then you sucked on my boy's dick
    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...
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  12. 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...
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  13. Your 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!
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  14. Ghetto Freek 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
    Dick-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
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  15. 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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