Track 1 - Wax Museum
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 noisome is
approaching. You should be visited by a dark circus. A circus that holds pain and anguish. This traveling 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!!!
Track 2 - Bugz on my Nugz
Well, I don't understand the phenomenom We fucking these hoes that look like spallala Rich boys think that is shitty But I like fucking crackheads with one tit And I do it at the drop of a dime And I get the scabies almost every time So let's talk about my nutsac I don't front, Jack, I got bugs on my ballzac Well I'm Violent J and I ain't no bitch I'm always quick to tell you when my nuts itch Cuz bitch if I'm itching when I come home Drop a brick in a sock swing it on your dome You didn't think nothing of it, just let me stick it Probably should of known cuz I thought I heard crickets In your neden, but I ain't sayin nuttin though I ain't sayin nuttin till I'm done nuttin, ho And know I'm like bitch how can this be Tryin to sleep and my nuts get up and watch TV Then try to walk to the store and get a 40 How'd these bugs get on me Somebody asked me how I got scabies Probably that homeless fat redneck bad lady That I fucked in the shed Then the little critters on my dingaling said Your nuts we want your nuts We'll itch and scratch and bite your nuts Your nuts we want your nuts Please, oh please, fuck dirty butts (sluts) I met this bitch and went up in it Dropped her off, went to the clinic Bitch, I got bizugs on my siznac So tell me what's up with that Should of said something bout your bug problem Now I'm gonna have to sock you in your mouth, bitch Can't keep my motherfucking hands out my drawers Stick a roach motel up under your balls Nah, I'd rather stick em in a deep fry And sizzle those motherfuckers off my wang So you wanna fuck around, always gotta buck around Lift up your dingaling nothing but a bug ya found Now they call you funky nuts cuz you like funky butts Scratching and biting them, now they call you monkey nuts But I ain't sayin nothing, cuz you ain't playin nothin Bring the track back and I get back to the nutsac track So now I try to rap cuz the bugs is biting But I ain't going out like a bitch, yo, fuck that Stick em in a blender and hit the switch Then I hit the bitch Met this bum in the back of a dumpster Fucked her in the rumpster, juggaluga humpster Had to take a piss, so I pulled out my wang Then I heard my dingaling sang Your nuts we want your nuts We'll itch and scratch and bite your nuts Your nuts we want your nuts Please, oh please, fuck dirty butts (sluts)
Track 3 - 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!
Track 4 - 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!!!!!!!
Track 5 - 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!!!
Track 6 - 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!...
Track 7 - Mr. Johnson's Head
[Violent J]
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
[Chorus (2x)]
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
[Violent J]
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
[Chorus (2x)]
"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, all racists live together in harmony, and we are all
treated equal, we all live togerther 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."
[Violent J]
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
[Chorus (9x)]
Track 8 - 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)
come for them
Track 9 - The Love Song
Hello, and welcome back to Pillow Talk I hope you're with your bitch Cuz it's time to get cozy with the ICP So wind back with a sparkling glass of Faygo While Violent J tells you the poetry That just makes the bitches melt Only on WLUV Hello, baby I was thinking about you So I wrote this song I like to dedicate this to the love That has expressed from you and I So just sit back and enjoy Eh, yo, bitch, come over here and let me kick it to ya Tried to stick my nuts in ya then I never knew ya Cuz your ugly and you know you can't hide that So what you look like a chicken with a hunchback Oh, it doesn't matter that you from down south If you talk like it, I'm a smack you in your mouth Bitch, I admit it, I'm quick to hit a woman hey But that's okay, cuz bitch, I'm Violent J And I'm a southwest mack daddy juggalo And you're nothing but a two-bit stankin' ho But I love you and I hope you realize that I don't care about the hair growing out your back Smoking that blunt, drink some Mad Dog through the night And your ugly bitch turns into Karen White And I stick my wing-wang in the middle I like a filthy-ass ho, the kind that make your nuts shrivle Bitch, I'm knocking at your door Let me get some neden, ho Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay I'm finna hit it anyway I guess you want me to take you on a big date But what you're saying don't sound all that straight All I wanna do is feel your butt and squeeze your titties Cuz I can't feed your fat ass on a buck fifty Let's make love my sweet little dove I wouldn't get near that neden without a glove Cuz it's rats and spiders up in there Hittin that'll take the curl out your nut hairs I smack your tittie and claps when it hits the other But I don't want em clappin too loud it'll wake your mother Bitches always front like they don't wanna let you hit But then they always screamin banshees when you gettin with it So don't fake the funk, I'm nothing but a ghetto punk All I'm trying to do is stick you in your fat rump So get the fuck out them dirty-ass drawers And come and twist my balls cuz I love you Bitch, I'm knocking at your door Let me get some neden, ho Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay I'm finna hit it anyway You and I both know That I've been wrong to you in the past And I know that I love you All I wanna do is slide my wang into your neden I wanna hit that neden so damn hard Let my nuts bang on your anus That's my only true desire I feel for you, I think for you I breathe for you All I want is a little neden Ya know, everyday when the wind blows All I hear is my nuts flapping against your booty, ho And that's all I ever want And that's all I ever dreamed of That is you and your neden, bitch
Track 10 - 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
Track 11 - House of Mirrors
Ladies and gentlemen, the house of mirrors For just one bet, venture through this
wonderful exhibit See yourself in all the weird shapes and sizes You, young man, would
you like to go into the house of mirrors Well, okay Have a good time, son And good luck
finding your way out Wait a minute, I don't like it in here Hey, wait a minute, let me
out of here Let...there's dead bodies in here There's dead bodies in here I don't like
it in here!!! Step inside, come my way This here is your fatal day You have lied, they
have cried Now your life has been denied Look into the big mirror Your reflection is so
clear Devil's head, rotting flesh With the snakes inside your chest In the mirror you
can't hide You've been granted Jacob's lide Whipping fear, spinning pain All you crying
is in vain You're the beast you never knew This reflects the things you do Others
starving down the block Richie's heart is like a rock How can I make a law? I'm just
here to break your jaw House of Glass, down and up You might get your ass cut Mirror of
Life, Mirror of Pain Death, I wave my magic cain Your last words are those of fear But
they go unheard in the House of Mirrors Mirror Mirror on the wall Who's the wickedest of all Three blind mice, deepest fear Welcome to the House of Mirrors Magic wand, magic
mirror Timeless clock says death is near Death is here, death is on My king bishop takes your pawn You can't break House of Mirrors That's bad luck for seven years Only in my
wicked realm Of thee untold, now unfold Thinking back, what you do Buy a richie home or
two Even though some down and out You keep what you could live without You're the beast
you never knew This reflects the things you do Others starving down the block Richie's
heart is like a rock First I grab, then I stab Cut you up into a slab Grind and twist,
flick my wrist Toss you in the magic mist Look into Halls of Glass Every mirror shows
the past With no love you kick the sin of face Now your place is in the House of Mirrors Mirror Mirror on the wall Who's the wickedest of all Three blind mice, deepest fear
Welcome to the House of Mirrors Three blind mice, your worst fear Look into the deadly
mirror Welcome to the House of Mirrors, Mr. Exec You should explain to E why ICP should
let you live As you look on I see this image in your reflection A bigot under cover,
showing no affections To the ghettos and the hoods Just look at you, you think for us,
you're too good Claiming all you got and you can die tomorrow And when that shit
happens, there's no pinion, no sorrow Cuz you refuse to lift a hand And you know it's a
blessing to help a brother man stand And if I were you I'd fear myself Knowing I was
selfish and wouldn't let another near my wealth You just gotta let em fall You Violent
J, "what up", bash that head against the wall And don't let him run for the door (where
you goin, bitch?) Make him detour to the sore And let's wash away his bigot sins While
we welcome in some more of his bigot ass friends And let them see what they really like
Hand-high riding the Benz and I'm a clown-riding the bike So look closely in the mirror
You're the beast you never knew, so be the next to volunteer To live in the hood with
the ICP Yo, J, throw away the key to the House of Mirrors Mirror Mirror on the wall
Who's the wickedest of all Three blind mice, deepest fear Welcome to the House of
Mirrors Three blind mice, your worst fear Look into the deadly mirror
Track 12 - 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?
Track 13 - Ringmaster's Word
I have a purpose... Take your dill knife, stab me, go, strike my heart... I have a
purpose... Such things can't exist... I have a purpose... You will tell them of me and
how one day I shall come for them... I have a purpose... Quietly, I will come over your
bed, I will lean over and gently bite your neck... Ringmaster... I have a purpose... You will tell them of me and how one day I shall come for them
Track 14 - 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?
Track 15 - 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
Track 16 - 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