Greetings Welcome to the gypsy of fortunes Your coin was very much appreciated And now I shall grant you your future It seems my cards of tarot have dealt you a very odd hand A hand of six jokers card, this is very rare And suggest something neusant is approaching You should be visited by a dark circus A circus that holds pain and anguish This travelling mass of evil will leave you corpse to rot While entrapping your soul to displayed at future stops Oh yes, you should also be aware that it is your own evil doings That have brought about this carnival's visit All of the sins and hatred you have cast during your life Have whipped and spun into form, the form of one One who leads this gruesome parade of pain into your life One sinister beast, one known only as RINGMASTER Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the museum, the wax museum Thousands of dead souls covered in wax All of the rare exhibits you are about to encounter Are strange and wonderous creations of the one and the only Leader of them all So both dead and undead please welcome the R-r-r-ringmaster "Purpose, question, kill" The ICP is of the Ringmaster And the Ringmaster's of the attutes of mankind G-ya, motherfucker, now you gotta face your worst enemy And that's yourself Every wicked thing you've ever done Has come back now And it's gonna whip your little ass, bitchboy Us, we're just clowns We just work for the Ringmaster With the wave of his magic wand I step forward, wind back And swing this battle axe Upside your motherfucking head Hoooo!!! So step right up cause the R-r-r-ringmaster Takes you on the ride of your life Horror and fear, smiles and tears And oh everso over do The Ringmaster rises up and lifts across the sky Through the forest and down the river Along the valley, over the hill And down the trail and up the sidewalk Only to surprise you and yours At your very front door Let's go, motherfuckers!!!

Murder Go Round

What can I say, man, I hit him with the brick Killed the little prick, him and his chick Tried to be slick but you ain't slinky You're brinky, you're dinky, you suck my twinkie I don't give a fuck if you call me a clown Break it on down, it's murder go round What'cha dishing out, I betcha ya it comes back to ya If you're trying to creep, I'd hate to say I never knew ya Once upon a time in the ghetto zone A ten-foot led pipe slapped on my dome I'm laying in the street with blood oozing out my head Excuse me, motherfucker, was it something I said Forks up, forks down, man, forks sideways Then he grabbed my finger and he said crime pays Swung on his pipe once again for the road "Hold up, dawg," UH! this shit gets old Now I walk the streets with a shattered skull I'm gonna swing my axe to his jaw Where the motherfucker at? Where the motherfucker stay? How ya gonna fuck with the juggla Jay-ay-ay There he sits so I knock on the door Pops opened up...pops hit the floor Then I chop chop pops twice in his nugget Well, he didn't do shit, fuck it It's the murder go round Well, it's me and my mellow mellow roll on Military Gangbangers gangbangers, big bang fairy, kinda scary Tags up all on the bricks Latin Count, X-Men, CFP and all that shit We love gangbangers and we hope they love us back We just some wicked clowns and it's been like that I don't understand why some people in town We witness your water still southwest down But this motherfucker gonna try and clown me But I'm the juggalugalocoro, G Took a shot and he missed, 2 Dope in the dust "What I ain't got shot, bitch?", so now you must Take your ticket for the murder go round Can't nobody kill a click-clack clown Seen him and his boys smoking blunt in a bucket Pulled out the dagger creeped up and I stuck it Into his head, into his boy's head Into his boy's head, his boy's head, his boy's head Five dead fucks in the trunk on deliver Push that old piece of shit in the river The cat and my boys saw five go down Can ya get a free ride? (No, not again) On the murder go round (Nooo!!!) Murder go round, murder go round How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown? Now I'm in a street gang, fifty-five strong Everybody singing that southwest song What can go wrong I mean I'm fuckin' in the haugh? Popping that shit, I'm finna bust you in the mouth Nobody fucks with a jokero juggalo I don't give a fuck ya know, bitches I'm a fuck you though But you know the shit had to hit the fan Some gangbanger shot me, man Twice in the forehead, twice in the back Twice in the eye and I'm feeling kinda whack Stumbling along it's becoming entwined Who's the next in line? For the murder go round Murder go round, murder go round How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown?

Chicken Huntin

Well, I'm heading down a southern trail, I'm going chicken huntin' Chopping redneck chicken necks I ain't saying nothing To the hillbilly stuck my barrel in his eye Boomshacka boomshacka hair jumps in the sky Why I never liked chicken pot pie? Or the chopped chicken on rye? So tell Mr. Billy Bob I'm a cut his neck up Slice, poke, chop chop, stab, cut What can you do with the drunken hillbilly Cut his fucking eyes out and feed em to his Aunt Milly Willy Willy chicken neck, chicken hunting gotta love it Hit him with the twelve gauge bucket, chicken nuggets Laid out all over the grass Then his little hound dog will eat em up fast Last as long as you can my man Cuz when that chicken head hits the fan, you got Blood guts fingers and toes (3x) Sittin front row at the chicken show so... Who's going chicken huntin, we's goin' chicken huntin' (3x) Cut a motherfucking chicken up, right! Let me get a chicken sandwich with manwich I'm finna wreck on a chicken neck Chopping up Hilly and Billy Bob Billy Cuz I chop motherfucking redneck silly Peeked in his yard and what did I see I seen a chicken boy fucking a sheep I say "Mister Mister, what the fuck you trying to do" .............................. Barrels in your mouth, bullets to your head The back of your neck's all over the shed Boomshacka boom chop chop bang I'm 2 Dope and it ain't no thang To cut a chicken, trigger's clickin Blow off his head but his feet still kickin Last as long as you can my man Cuz when that chicken head hits the fan you got Blood guts fingers and toes (3x) Sittin front row at the chicken show so... Who's going chicken huntin, we's goin' chicken huntin' (3x) Cut a motherfucking chicken up, right! Went to Kentucky, I got lucky Met this hot-collared bitch named Bucky Riding on a chicken, milking a cow Hittin switches in a drop top low ride tractor plow Redneck fella, moonshine sella Hang him by his neckbones, chicken bones Locked in the cellar, yellow belly chicken plucker You redneck fucker! Who's going chicken huntin, we's goin' chicken huntin' (3x) Cut a motherfucking chicken up, right!

Mr. Johnson's Head

Sitting in the class with my head on the desk Teacher's trying to talk but I could give a fuck less I'm staring at the freak that I know I'm in love 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 I'm here cuz I ain't shit I hear voices but I don't know what they saying Sweat is on my forehead cuz my brain's inside decaying And this bitch that I love probably don't have no idea She's talking to her friends I'm in the corner and I see her Something's happening but it isn't very clear Sounds like a bell, sounds like an electric chair Next thing I know walking in the crowded hall So many different faces that I throw up on the wall Some are yelling "sick" and the others stop and stare But I don't care, I'm in a hurry going nowhere See, my head is spinning cuz I'm lonely and I'm twisted But I have a secret everybody missed it Just a nobody and I think it's a drag But I got Mr. Johnson's head in my bookbag 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 I wish somebody knew me cuz then they could say I'm wrong But since nobody knows me I got it going on I'm staring at the clock, I listen for the tock I gotta couple food stamps folded in my sock I guess I'm just a ghost cuz 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 rotting in the back of the room For weeks and months, stinking up the class Until somebody noticed then they throw me in the trash I can hear the teacher man talking about Columbus He nothing but an old dead fuck with a compass Ran up on a beach and threw everybody off And then he claimed discovery and now we all applaud I don't give a fuck to learn your uncle went to hell I'm trapped in mind and my brain is my cell But I have a key, it's called insanity I stick in my brain to unlock eternity Just a nobody and I think it's a drag But I got Mr. Johnson's head in my bookbag 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 "Okay, today we're gonna learn about A Great Freedom. If you'll turn your textbooks to Chapter Four we'll get started. America's the land of the free, we all live together in the same wealthy community and we are alternate equals. Yes?" "Man, Mr. Johnson already taught us this. Ain't he ever coming back?" "Uh, uh, he's, uh, very ill right now." No, they can sit and front about it all day But I left his fucking body in the hallway And in the morning they opened up the door And seen his motherfucking carcass laying on the floor But they would never suspect me I'm just a nerd I try to speak my word, 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 dying fast Cuz they'd rather learn about redneck chicker Who owned a couple slaves but I guess it doesn't matter Fuck Washington, Benjamin, fuck em all ah They can suck my nuts till they wood teeth fall out And the class wanna know who could it be But I'm like Dewey Boodie, you ain't never heard of me I'm just a nobody and I think it's a drag But I got his motherfucking melon chilling in my bookbag 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

Southwest Song

Good people sometimes think bad things Good people dream bad things, don't you Good people even do bad things Once in a while, we do Factory smoke and choke in pain Cuz Del Ray funk is in my brain So I break the law but I'm not to blame You only know my place, you don't know my name Well, I grip the fence and bent the steal And I steal a car and I grip the wheel And I park the car then I steal it again Cuz I really don't know what's happening I wait for night to fall then I walk outside And then I run back in cuz I don't wanna die You see, the air alone, it can corrupt your brain As smoke fills the sky enough to block the rain And I pray to God to help me justify Look over me cuz my brain is fried And I don't have a name, I don't have a home I just lay alone on my bed of stone You see, death awaits me on my narrow path And when I stop to think I can only laugh Because I'm not alone, it didn't take me long To see everybody singing that southwest song Wooooooo Oh We-oh Everybody singing that southwest song Some say I'm real and some say I'm fake But I really don't care cuz it's all too late You see, my mind is weak and I'm losing breath As I crawl along I can feel the death Everywhere I go I bring with me pride And then I pay the carny and I take a ride But see, the wheel is wicked and it spins me death So I try it again with what pride is left If we have to go then you can take me fast You see, I started under and I'm sinking fast And when the joker's card is missing from your deck Then you know the road has finally caught my neck Eh, yo, don't look, now, there we go again It's me and the grim reaper, best of friends He's always hanging round waitin for me to die We shot a game of pool, he's not a bad guy I feel him in the corner of a circled room At about thirteen in the afternoon And then I see the strain as I walk along I notice everybody singing that southwest song Wooooooo Oh We-oh Everybody singing that southwest song What does seem bad to you? I'm angry... What does seem bad to you? I'm angry Everybody singing that southwest song If my time has come, then I'm ready to go Shoot me in the face with your forty-four And when I'm falling down to my soury death I'll laugh with my very last breath (hahaha) Lose some, win some, that's how it goes I've been down and out, I took many blows And there ain't nothing here I ain't seen before I'm just a jugglin juggla jugglin more You wanna see the world, you wanna run the town You wanna meet a girl and wanna settle down You wanna start a family and ya own a home I wanna run with a set from the ghetto zone You see the forks up, I see the forks down But I'm a wicked clown, so don't fuck around Cuz my brain is gone and it's on it's way I'm exploding, so get off me, dog!!! And I could be right and I could be wrong And if I ain't dead now then it won't be long But it does not matter what set you on Tonight everybody sings that southwest song Wooooooo Oh We-oh Everybody singing that southwest song What seems bad to you? Is hitting other kids?

Get Off me, Dawg

Yo, 2 Dope, man, check this out, man You know what the word on the streets is, dawg The word on the streets is that you a bitch What's up with that, man? Motherfuckers tweek, gotta tweek while ya tweek Golley guy's rhythm, cuz me on mic, my on meek Get off me, dog, before I sting your chin I let my nutsac flap in the wind Cuz I'm 2 Dope, clown loco G, And it's one chop, two boing, three In the melon, in the back of the melon One black, two black eyeballs swelling Always back with stickin, taking back what's more to lordy Sippin on the blunt, puffing on the 40 Or the O-Z, muthafuck me Fuck Stuart Frankie, they call me Jelly jello boy cuz my nutsac jiggles And when it's cold out, my nutsac shrivles And crawls at my booty all warm and snug And gets chased out by the booty ho bug Goddamn, I ain't who I am I'm always fucking fat bitches named Pam Nineteen years of breathing smog Has got me mental So get off me, dog!...

Who asked You?

Wicked clowns, wicked clowns Drank my last cup of dead body stew Paint my face, creep up and say BOO! Nobody knows what I'm about Walk around town with my guts hanging out Chewin on toes, fuckin dead hoes Bark at the moon everytime the wind blows Why do I do the things that I do? Who are you? Fuck you, and fuck Jerry Lou too Fucked your mother at the Motel 8 Fingers in her booty, strawberry shake Daddy walks in and see the sick clown Moving his butt-cheeks up and down Nate the Mack and Jump Steady Rude Boy, Regis, Kathy Lee I make rap rhymes and make quick bucks And everybody sucks my nuts, shucks Fuck Jazzy Jeff, fuck Jack Jones Fuck Jazzy Jiff Jeff Jimmy Jack Jones Why do we do the things that we do? Who the motherfuck asked you, uh? Why do we do the things that we do? Roses ain't red and violet's ain't blue Why do we do the things that we do? Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you too Never had life, always been dead Gotta metal plate in the back of my head Lemon drops, lick lollipops I fuck redneck bitches at truck stops Clown cutters, much clown luv Found a body in the bathtub, mmm grub Fuck the police, fuck Ebin Price Fuck cop pork chop jiffy pop cops Grew another head and I had it lopped off But we still cool, what's up, (what's up, dawg) Tock-ticky-tock I pack a pig clock My dingaling swings when I run down the block No, I don't sing in a rock band "Gotta smoke, dude, what's up, man" Fuck John Wayne, fuck Wayne Newton Fuck two-snooting John Hootin nanny pooping Why do we do the things that we do? Now who the fuck asked you, bitch? Why do we do the things that we do? Roses ain't red and violet's ain't blue Why do we do the things that we do? Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you too

The Dead One

"You tried to stop me, remember? You tried to deface your own creation But I stopped you Did it hurt, did you feel pain?" Guess it all began when the bullet finally struck And I walked away harmless, it must of been good luck Or maybe I'm dead, I'm sorry but you're dead Maybe I outta go anyway Strange things have happened since this day accord A can hear a cold whisper in my every word It's telling me I'm dead, I'm sorry but you're dead (no) Maybe I outta go anyway I'm feeling so stiff as I walk out the house My tongue's so dry, think it's rotting in my mouth Oh, tell me am I dead? I'm sorry but you're dead ("it hurts") Life goes on for some My boys all stare at me I wonder what they think They don't blink and my teeth keep popping out I stink Oh, tell me am I dead? I'm sorry but you're dead I don't wanna die, maybe I outta go if I'm dead My soul is so heavy that it draws me to the floor I can hear these demons knocking at my door They're laughing at the dead, I'm sorry but you're dead (no) I don't wanna die, if you're dead, you're dead I don't wanna die...you're dead, not yet now... I don't wanna die...maybe I outta go You're dead...I'm not goin' now... I don't wanna die, maybe I outta go Not yet now... I don't wanna die... I'm dead... I don't wanna die... you're dead not yet you're dead... not yet i speak YOU'RE DEAD, BITCH HAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!

My Fun House

Rich boy's in trouble Car broke down on a drive through the ghetto All the weird people, you gotta get the fuck out Need to use the phone, step into my funhouse Hey yo, dope, looks like we got another He'd like to go for a ride on the neck cutter Straight to the cart for the next spectacular Just to know, it's a dead body sittin next to ya Get ready for the carnival thrills Should of cut your little faggot ass in the hills Boom! through the door into the room, you gotta check it out It's where we cut your fingers off and stick em in your mouth That should show you that you greedy little rich fuck If you're bucking with the juggla you're a dead duck Eight fingers in your mouth and two sticking out your nose Further down the hall, the room with jokeros That's where you get by seventeen wicked clowns For the seventeen dead bodies never found And they jump on your back until your ribs crack Toss you in the cart and push you down the deli tracks Spinning and twisting, rolling and bumping The dead fuck next to ya is trying to tell ya somethin Listen close, you can barely make it out "Bitch, you ain't shit in my electric funhouse" "Help me, I'm trapped in here. Somebody let me out. Oh my god!!! Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!" Come here, rich boy My head is spinning 360 degrees Richie richie richie Come here Bitch, fuck you, yeah, know what I'm saying Wicked clowns running the funhouse Ain't no way to get out until the killer gets your neck cut like a man Pick a card, any card, any motherfucking card ......A joker's card Sorry, bitch, the luck of the draw Violent J's gonna have to ice your jaw Snap, bang, snip, boom Send that motherfucker off to the next room Crash through the doors on the windy spinny trail Through a loop-de-loop and into a big nail Straight through his left eye and out the back of his head Is he dead? No, cause he has to go to the next phase It's the room of giggles because of your ways You like to sit and laugh at people when they suffer Well, now you sit and watch me laugh when I stick your mother It's the funhouse, bitch, everything's funny You act like whipping on your ass ain't funny And the ride of your life only gets faster Off to the R-r-r-ringmaster I take my bobo gun and blow your fuckin mouth in Eh, yo, the next room, it's called the chicken pen And it's a little tribute to the bigots of the south We take a dead chicken shove it in your mouth And we stuff it down your throat with a pitchfork Cuz you're a big gut, that's what you get for it Now I take your sorry ass and I throw you out Cuz I don't need your dead body stinkin up my funhouse Funhouse, stinkin up my funhaugh! I got him, I got him, I got him Right here, I got him Oh, he got away Come on, that way, get him Little baby's peeing his pants Come here little boy I got some candy Mommy ain't gonna help ya know, you little bitch Yeah, rich-ass, snitch-ass, bitch-ass ho You get your motherfucking next chopped in Violent J's Fun House So don't fuck with the wicked clowns, you punk-ass bitch Come here, little boy I have some candy for ya I crack your head in a DLT Little boy, come out come out Wherever you are You're father's so funny Look at the blood I liked him I like it This little kiddy's getting his necked chopped off tonight Oh, come here Little richie, come here Your mommy says for you to come with me You're so scared Why you shaking, little boy? What's the matter, huh? Awww, little richie's scared Look at the blood Awww, he's crying BITCH!!!

For the Maggots

One for the maggots, pumpkin's light Everytime his crew gets into a fight If I somehow get stomped and kicked I'm coming for your ass with an ice pick, prick One for the maggots, two for the bitch Three for the brick that smacks your lips Cuz you's a sneaky creepy ho So don't fuck around no more, yo One for the maggots, weak as pits Who sell out they boys for a bitch they just met And then try to come crawling back Bitch, you can juggle my nutsac, ho One for the maggots, punk, fuck you Trying to be like everybody that you ever knew Trying to be somebody that you not Bitch, that's how ya get shot And left for the maggots

Wagon Wagon

If I'm gonna die I'm going out riding the wagon Hear it comes, the horrifying midnight wagon Saggin, laggin, dead bodies draggin On a piece of string, they flop around and fling Now shut your ass up and let the juggla sing It's the Insane Clown Posse coming threw Looking for hickies and the prickies and your ass too Everybody gets a ride on the ghost car Don't matter who you are, we going straight to hell And it ain't far, Mr. Davers You seem to be the kill joy So get your ass in fat boy You can sit up in the front with the Ringmaster With the Ringading-dingalinga-ping-master And get your motherfucking wind pipe chopped off And your funky ass body gets dropped off In the gutter, the wheels keep rollin Throwin heads out the back, nugget bowlin from the... Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin Are you down with the clown with clown luv, ride the... Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin Every dead fuck in the city comes and rides the... Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin Nate the Mack, Jump Steady, and Rude Boy ride the... Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin Don't miss your chance The exhaust pipe is tripping out a deli fire I found an old dead corpse in the trunk next to the spare tire And it's muffling the sounds Throw the bitch out and now the funk pounds, yo Some say it's just a hearse, but it's much worse It's an old dark bucket with a clown curse Long, dark, very spooky scary I drink an old 40 bottle full of bloody mary, why Cuz I'm Violent J, sick in the nug-bone I make strange sounds, clowns with frowns Break it on down, break it up till the break of dawn Look out your window it's the wagon in your front lawn Ah, boom, aboockaboomba We do the dance of the death until you get in the car Then I pull your tongue out slap you in the face with it Say the joker did it in the... Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin Ladies and gents its your turn, come and ride the... Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin If you gotta minute why don't you stop and finna ride the... Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin I'm a dead body so you know I love riding in the... Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin Now, here's your chance We don't do drive-by's in the wagon Instead we just get out and stab your fuckin ass And there ain't no telling how many clowns inside Told you seventeen but I lied Cuz I'm wicked and I'm wild, wicked wild I caught wild deer, rode it home from Bel Isle I play the organ like an old mental case I can freak the cello, like Chris Conley on bass In the wagon, I throw fingers out the window And when you roll the window down you can smell Indo But it ain't mine, it belongs to a stiff over there Puffin on a Jim Square Heavy long, rumbling, tumbling Step into my ride and your ass goes stumbling Out the back with your neck in a rut Gotta get home before the sun comes up on my... Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin Come down, stand in line, everybody loves to ride the... Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin Your momma is a bitch and she swings on my nuts in the... Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin If you missed your bus, don't be afriad, come and ride the... Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin It's your last chance

The Loons

Little Miss Muffet, oh, she never had a clue Of the psychopathic wicked clown is finna do Creeping through the backyards underneath the moon Only three blocks away, the joker looney toon Listen to the loon, listen to the pain Listen to the one they call the Violent J Insane Watch me as I duck and I dash through the night I can see the shadows of the moon in my butcher knife Pretty little world has created this monster See me living with a dead body in a dumpster Laughing in your castle but I can't crush your moat But then I take a boat and cut your fucking throat So now I'm getting closer so I crawl under a house I'm waiting for the car to pass and then I crawl back out Another block down just a little ways to go... "Hello?" I'm the neck cutter and I'm three blocks away (3x) Violent Violent, Violent J I'm the neck cutter and I'm three blocks away (3x) J, J, Violent J I can hear the crickets and the creatures of the night You can hear me drag my foot and scrape my butcher knife I can hear the owl as it trims a wicked tune You can hear the loons, the loons, the loons Listen to the little pitter-patter of my feet As I howl like a dog and I'm running down the street Hiding in the trees, hiding in the bushes You're sitting on your couch and I'm underneath your cushions Stab you in the back of the head, why not? Your little governor is taking everything I got I can't feed a family, I can't feed a dog So I cut your fucking head off, hey Wickey, wickey jokers and you know we show and prove Jumping over roof tops, juggaluga move Tell me have you ever seen a ghetto freak show "Hello?" I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away (3x) Violent Violent, Violent J I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away (3x) J, J, Violent J I gotta kill her I have to kill her I'm gonna kill her I'm gonna kill her I'm gonna... You can think I'm joking on my joker while you laugh I'm coming to your house I'm finna cut your neck in half Everywhere I go the grim reaper stays on me Cuz the fucker knows I'm always leaving dead bodies I can see him standing at the end of the block Cuz somebody's clock is running out of tock Slip in the cracks of the walls of the eave All that's justified as every punishment received Everything you've ever done to me is out of hate I'm begging on my knees and you slam your golden gate So I pick myself up and I snuck around the back And took your money stack then stabbed your fucking neck Slowly only go as the night air is calm I might stop and chill and drink a 40 on the lawn Right before I take the final step to your front door "Hello" I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away (3x) Violent Violent, Violent J I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away (3x) J, J, Violent J I'm going up there (I'm the neck cutter)

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