THIS IS ICP'S FIRST JOKER CARD ALBUM. 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... Notes: Backwords talking and laughter in background
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
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
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 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 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 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? W/ KID ROCK Featuring Kid Rock (Courtesy of Continuum Records, Inc.)
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...
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!!!
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
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...
NEVER HAD IT MADE
Recorded at Rythmatic Studios Written by Joseph Bruce Produced by Mike Clark, Joseph Bruce, and Esham A. Smith Engineered by Mike Clark Mixed by Mike Clark at Rythmatic Studios 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...
FUCK 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!
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 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
TASTE W/ ESHAME
Featuring Jump Steady (Courtesy of Psychopathic Records, Inc.) Featuring Capitol E. (Courtesy of Birth Star Records) Featuring Nate the Mack (Courtesy of Psychopathic Records, Inc.) Featuring Esham (Courtesy of Reel Life Prod.) Recorded at The Tempermill Studio Written by Joseph Bruce, Robert Bruce, Joseph Utler, Nathan Williams, Capitol E., and Esham A. Smith Produced by Mike Clark and Joseph Bruce Engineered by Mike Clark Mixed by Mike Clark at The Tempermill Studio 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