1 - Intro (Southwest Strangla plays on the radio) Eh, man, fuck that bitch, I'm sick of that wacky bitch. Why's everyone always trying to kick it with that bitch? Hold up, man. Alright, turn up here.I just can't figure how she... AAAH! THERE'S ANOTHER CAR COMING!!! Welcome sir Where the fuck am I? Wh-where am I?" It's not where you're at It's where you're going And you won't know until you Turn the crank (turn the crank) Stop it!! Stop it now!! I was good. I was good. Please. Please. I was good. Boom. (insane laughter) Alright, who's next? 2 - Riddle Box Ladies and gentlemen Welcome to your death Now let's see where you're headed Turn the crank And experience what's in store for you Deep within the mighty Riddlebox The joke's on you, hehe, riddlebox Hahahahahahahahahaha The joke's on you, hehe, riddlebox (Violent J) Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked clowns Hey, I'm Violent J And I'm here Well, I'm here to kick your ass We the wicked juggalos We juggle those who live like hoes and chose The express route, one way Straight down the spiral twist To the Riddlebox The joke's on you, hehe, riddlebox Hahahahahahahahahaha (Shaggy 2 Dope) Hey, what's up, motherfucker? This is Shaggs 2 Dope Congratulating you for opening the box The Riddlebox It looks like you received your prize The cost, what it cost Was your ass, bitch boy! Hahahahah! The joke's on you, hehe, riddlebox Hahahahahahahahahaha (Repeat through the next verse until song ends) Tell me, sir, what can you do? It looks like the joke's on you Come on down and turn the crank Let's see where your soul Will spend the rest of eternity What's it gonna be, mister? Heaven or hell, the bonus or the bone Turn the crank and let's find out Come on down, mister You don't have anything to be scared of Do you, sir? So what's gonna pop up out Of the mighty Riddlebox Spin the crank and let's find out What'd you say!? Step right up, who's first? Who's brave enough to step into Their new eternal destiny Surely someone must be confident That there life wasn't totally evil Step right up and seal your fate... 3 - The Show Must Go On (Shaggy 2 Dope) Ahhhhhhhhhh! Hey yo, check it out man ICP back in the haugh man Violent J, man 2 Dope, man Wicked clown, man Fuck yeah, man (Violent J) Hey, quick, hurry up, bang Open your mouth cause here comes my wang I'm Violent J, the southwest skitso Born in a big top, magical mijisto Dead body disco, rapping to the hoochies Dirty old fat hoes come up with a smoochie Hoochie coochie la la la la I might pull your tongue out your mouth, and try to hang ya It's a full moon and the riddle's are calling Three more cards, and the sky's will be falling But don't take it from me I'm just a clown Wicked clown, wicked town, juggalugaloco Lick it down and out till my nuts start singing Dancing, hopping, I'm a keep bringing Riddles and tricks and dead body chicks With the swing of my magical wand The show must go on! "Well it all began when I was very young. I was feeling so excited about the carnival's arrival. Everyone was jolly and jittery. I waited for their wagons until well after dusk That night, while I was sleeping.I was awoken by a cold eerie wind. Looking out, I seen strange men, cursing and filthy. There were clowns setting up the dreary tent." (Shaggy 2 Dope) I'm 2 Dope and I sport tight Wranglers Don't say a word or I'll kick ya in the neck, bitch Everybody round make way for the clown Been to New York and L.A., I'm southwest down Walked into Delray's almost got my ass kicked Rather just chill in the yard in my casket Call up the hoes, have them swing by the tomb And get a little sticky stank up in this bitch Killer clowns kicked out the circus Used to get live, let the midget lady work this I was a freakshow, they called me the Pogo I could make my ballsack bob like a yo-yo Give it up, give it up, southwest looney tune Killed another redneck, found his head in looney doon Gooney boon, booney goon, I can hear the loons In my head as I sing my wicked song The show must go on! "I never been afraid of clowns. But these clowns were different. There was nothing funny about these clowns but then. They smiled, they juggled, they laughed. But yet something was terribly, terribly wrong. I didn't like these clowns for I could see through them. I knew what they were really like. I knew that this carnival that had come to my village was an evil, evil thing" Come see the show, big top show Walk in and hang with the dead carnival Dead carny carnies, dead juggalos Walk in and hang with the dead carnival (Violent J) You ask do we gangbang, do we bang in a gangbang Do we gangbang, I'm a gangbanger, man I bang in a gangbang you can suck my wang, man Richie boy, bitchie boy, it's a southwest thing (Shaggy 2 Dope) Serial murderer, southwest maniac Slaughterer, lunatic, high school braniac Straight-A school boy, school kid Till I went to school and tried to murder everyone The show must go on! "My neighbors and friends were fools, all of them. Totally unaware of the evilness within the clowns. Their eyes reflected stairways into hell. Their faces painted with blood. I ran from the carnival clowns. Yet every road and every path led me right back to the big tent. I had no excuse from the strong men, the freak show, and the Ringmaster" Come see the show, big top show Walk in and hang with the dead carnival Dead carny carnies, dead juggalos Walk in and hang with the dead carnival Come see the show, big top show Walk in and hang with the dead carnival Dead carny carnies, dead juggalos Walk in and hang with the dead carnival "Hello" "Can I speak to Chicken Neck?" "Who" "Chicken Neck" "Nobody by that name here" "What about Chicken Balls?" "Nope" "What about Chicken fucking gizard throat, is he there?" "Look boy, you got the wrong number!" "What the... hello." "Can I speak to red nuts?" "Who?" "Redballs, Billy Redneck balls, is he there?" "Goddammit!" "Lemme get this, who in the hell is this?" "Can I speak to fat boy?" "Who in the hell is this?" "I wanna speak to fat redneck fucking chicken boy, is he there?" "Goddammit, fucking no good bastard!" "Get the damn door!" "Yep" "I have a delivery for mr. redneck fat balls..." "What, you goddamn little..." (gunshots) "It's from the wicked clowns!" 4 - Chicken Huntin' (Slaughterhouse Mix) (Violent J) 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 a drunken hillbilly? Cut his fucking eyes out and feed them 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 hounddog will eat them up fast Last as long as you can my man Cause when that chicken head hits the fan, you got Blood guts fingers and toes Blood guts fingers and toes Blood guts fingers and toes Sitting front row at the chicken show so... (Chorus) Who's going chicken huntin' We's going chicken huntin' Who's going chicken huntin' We's going chicken huntin' Who's going chicken huntin' We's going chicken huntin' Cut a motherfucking chicken up, right! (Shaggy 2 Dope) Let me get a chicken sandwich with Manwich I'm finna wreck on a chicken neck Chopping up Hilly and Billy Bob Billy Cause I chop motherfucking rednecks 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" Ah, Bidda Bah Bibba Bi Da Boo 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 clicking Blow off his head but his feet still kicking Last as long as you can my man Cause when that chicken head hits the fan ya got... Blood guts fingers and toes Blood guts fingers and toes Blood guts fingers and toes Sittin front row at the chicken show so... (Chorus) Who's going chicken huntin' We's going chicken huntin' Who's going chicken huntin' We's going chicken huntin' Who's going chicken huntin' We's going chicken huntin' Cut a motherfucking chicken up, right! (Violent J) Went to Kentucky, I got lucky Met this hog callin' bitch named Bucky Riding on a chicken, milking a cow Hittin' switches in a drop top low ride tractor plow (Shaggy 2 Dope) Redneck fella, moonshine sella Hang him by his neckbone, chicken bones Locked in the cellar, yellow belly chicken plucker You redneck fucker! (Chorus) Who's going chicken huntin' We's going chicken huntin' Who's going chicken huntin' We's going chicken huntin' Who's going chicken huntin' We's going chicken huntin' Cut a motherfucking chicken up, right 5 - ICP Interview "Hello, how you doing? I'm here with the Insane Clown Posse, ICP, how you guys doing?" (Blowing raspberry) "Oh, well, mm okay. I understand that you guys are from Detroit." (Screaming) "Mmm...yeah, okay. Why don't, why don't you guys tell us something about the group?" (Growling) "uh, any long term goals?" (Cartoon noises) "Oh, yeah, yeah, how about solo projects, any solo stuff to look foward to?" (Laughing) "Mmmm...well okay, okay. Well um thanks for coming by, and we look foward to seeing you again." 6 - Toy Box "Ooo, I like this toy." "Watch it go. Uw...wait!" (gunshots) "We're sorry the person you are calling is dead" (Violent J) I was like six, I used to get dissed by the chicks And everyone would chase me, and hit me with bricks And rocks and sticks and calling me names And filled my lunchbox with frogbrains (eeww!) When I left school, it was much iller My daddy was a serial killer And how about that, he'd always make me sit in the back With all his dead bodies on my lap (move!) When I got home, enough of the static Hammer and tools, and up to the attic Never knew any other girls or boys Only my toys, toys, toys Bang! Clang! Hammer and twist Nobody knows I exist, and I'm pissed But I won't be mentally scarred Instead I make toys, toys of the graveyard Monday, ringing the bell It's all about show and tell, might as well Show all these bastards just what I got Yo, check out my toy box! "Nothing feels better than a good hearty harr harr, right boys and girls" (Violent J) We got dead bodies everywhere you look All the nerds sitting up front got cooked Others start screaming and making a dash So I start handing out toys fast at last You like slinkeys? We got slinkeys! Only mine like to wrap around your face And stretch, twist, kazoom And whip your body all over the fucking room So come, one at a time Open your gift and what you will find Is a toy, my friend, that you'll never forget It's not everyday that you get your skull split You like soldiers? We got soldiers! Made with rubber and steel, they look real But I wouldn't just toss them under your bed That's how you get an axe to the forehead (oww) And don't let them sit around all day Come home and find you mom, dead in the hallway Cause they can be nifty All the toys are shifty, haha, in my toy box "Woooowee, that sure sounds like fun!" (Violent J) That's not a toy, hey, wait a minute Don't fuck around, homey you can lose an eye with it That's my double blade razor whip chop jimmy And it's mine, motherfucker, so gimme gimme You want toys, you come to the right place Try my little toy Mutilating Mental Case Wind him up, let him go among all of ya Then BANG! serial slaughterer Your turn, reach in and get lucky Oh look, he pulled out a rubber ducky It make a funny sound and then BANG! Blew the fingers off his fucking hand Don't stop, class ain't done yet I remember you calling me poindexter Bookworm brainy, my aggrevation Went into these little creations Reach in, you might find something wicked Wicked, scary, chop bang pickadery Off with your head, a robot with a sword But now he's looking at me, but what for? "Eh, wait a minute, I made you Get them, not me Eh, wait a minute, motherfucker." (Repeats until end) "Oh, I love this record." "Tell me why, why do you feel that you should still be together with Lisa?" "Sure. C' C' C' mon man, our relationship aint all weak n shit. You know what I mean, I mean just because she's dead we should just break up or something? Fuck that!!!" "Tommy, Tommy listen to me, she's dead man you've gotta move on!" "So what, so she's dead, does that make you fresher then her?" "I didn't say that" "I don't think so, so she don't talk as much, n she really don't move around lot, she's still fresh, she's still fun to be around. You're just prejudice, you're prejudice against dead people!" "Ah, man, you really are one sick bastard Tommy!" "Yeah, Fuckoff!" "What?" "Fuckoff!" "What the fuck is that, what does that mean?" "It means, Fuckoff!" "Man you fucking lost it!" "Oh, yeah, fuckoff!!!" 7 - Cemetery Girl "Tonight, tonight We gather the dead. (tonight, tonight). Tonight, tonight, off with your head." "You'll never guess what's up" "You'll never guess what's up" "You'll never guess what's up" "You'll never guess what's up" "You'll never guess what's up" "You'll never guess what's up" "You'll never guess what's up" "My muh'cking head blew up" (Violent J) She was lovely, long hair, short, nice figure though So at the funeral, it made me cry, "Why'd you die" I cannot lie, I couldn't sleep without a wink I only think about my lady, I miss my baby I need her by my side, to hold me, to squeeze me I still have pictures, but all they do is tease me I see my therapist, she only tells me I'm in trouble I want my baby back, so now I pack a shovel And while I'm digging, it's awfully dark and kinda funny Don't dig too fast or to deep, things could get bloody I watch my baby, I hit the top of baby's coffin I thinking, she's better off inside if she died Nah, she needs me, I can tell my baby wants me Cause every night at 2:15, my baby haunts me I pry it open, the odor hits me, there she is I lean down to give her a kiss because I need a... Girl that make me happy, a girl that make me cry A girl that passed away back in 1985 A girl I plan to marry, a girl I plan to wed A girl I that I can choke because my baby is already dead (Chorus 2x) Cemetery lady, my cemetery girl Cemetery baby, I want you in my world Cemetery woman, we can still be down You're more than just a corpse to a psychopathic clown (Shaggy 2 Dope) "Fuck yeah, motherfucker! I don't want no stuck up Little sassy brassy bitch, know what I'm saying? I want me a cold stanky bitch. So bring it on, dead momma" (Violent J) She's as lovely as always, my baby hasn't changed Except for the hole that's in her forehead, you can see her brains Nevertheless, our love is still forever true Her eyes have withered, her skin has now a tint of blue My baby's dusty and dirty, and wrinkled clothes And now I notice, the maggots chewed off all her toes The earth has been rather cruel to my darling sugar Is that a bug upon her face? Oh, it's just a booger I lean her head back to kiss her cracking lips And then her neck cracks, also does her hips I must be gentle, my baby girl's a little rusty A little dusty, but most of all, a little musty I notice that, when we lay together on the lawn We lay till dawn, I notice her left eye is gone We said goodbye and everything turned out alright I'll see you again tomorrow night, because I need a... Girl that make me happy, a girl that make me cry A girl that passed away back in 1985 A girl I plan to marry, a girl I plan to wed A girl I choke because my baby is already dead (Chorus 2x) Cemetery lady, my cemetery girl Cemetery baby, I want you in my world Cemetery woman, we can still be down You're more than just a corpse to a psychopathic clown (Shaggy 2 Dope) Check it out, bitch! You aren't getting stank, skank Get your asses shoveling Then you'll want a lil' somthin' somthin' Them clammy graveyard bitches They DOWN WITH THE CLOWN!!! Girl that make me happy, a girl that make me cry A girl that passed away back in 1985 A girl I plan to marry, a girl I plan to wed A girl I choke because my baby is already dead (Chorus 2x) Cemetery lady, my cemetery girl Cemetery baby, I want you in my world Cemetery woman, we can still be down You're more than just a corpse to a psychopathic clown (Repeat until song ends) Girl that make me happy 8 - 3 Rings (Willoughby Rags) Is this on? Gather around my wealthy friends and endure the horrifying sights only your worst nightmares can produce! Actual human beings of a deformed nature. Come at once, and come and indulge yourselves in our own twisted amusement of another's misfortune. Yes ladies and gentleman, enter our three ring show of freaks!! (Violent J) Ring one, a-dung-a-dung-dung My name's Violent J and I staple my tongue To the desk in school, then I run down the hall Scaring the shit outta all of ya'll bitches Which is why you don't invite mine to your party Just cause I don't look like everybody I guess you're just a bunch of rich boys, bitch boys Scary blah And what's the big deal about my neck? Just because now and then I like to let it stretch up A couple feet to get a better sight Is that any reason to scream and run in fright? No! So, Now how ya gonna act? So what if I got another arm growing outta my back I guess I'm just another freak show thing And now they got me in the 3 rings (Chorus 2x) 3 ring A ding a ding ding (People love to point and stare) 3 ring A ding a ding ding (It's the same as everywhere) (Shaggy 2 Dope) Ring two! How do you do? I'm Shaggy 2 Dope Chicken-faced bitch! (Who?) You don't try to front hoe Try to play me out just cause I'm runnin with a sideshow So maybe there's a leg growing out my neck But, don't jet baby, not yet Popped out the neden like a pound of lead Doctor blew his back, rolled and dropped me on my head Oh shit! I knew it had to fuck up my circuits 'Cause when I was two, my momma left me at the circus Abandoned at the carnival, with the freakshows Like Bat-boy, Hermaphrodite, and Old Man Crow But then I escaped to the ghetto zone Started a crew of my own, muthafucka, I'm not alone So don't be sticking your finger in my face stank Or your stomach might recieve a shank From the 3 rings freak (Chorus 2x) 3 ring A ding a ding ding (People love to point and stare) 3 ring A ding a ding ding (It's the same as everywhere) (Willoughby Rags) I certainly hope your enjoyin' yourselves here at our three ring exhibit! But to be honest, I really don't see whats so fuckin funny about it, these fuckin people are real!! Ring 3, The ICP! Look if you want But I wouldn't lay a hand on me That's how you get fucked up We'll squeeze your windpipe shut (Violent J) Yo! I'm a nerd Word I drink Thunderbird Half snakewoman kick my love to the curb She busted into my tent, and I'm fucked Had the fat beared lady in the buck (Shaggy 2 Dope) Fuck that Bitch suck that I was born with a wang, but I never had a nutsack It's two balls hanging with no protection, so, I move real careful and slow (Violent J) You can call me a wierdo, call me a freak Call me Don Knotts cause I'm gettin' on it every week So come see the carnival and throw me your change, bitch I chill with the 3 rings (Chorus 2x) 3 ring A ding a ding ding (People love to point and stare) 3 ring A ding a ding ding (It's the same as everywhere) (Willoughy Rags) Well...that's it...I hope your satisfied, I hope you had a good time you fuckin' heartless bastard. You saw what you wanted, so grab your fuckin' kid, and that fat slop of shit wife of yours, and get the fuck out of our circus tent. You cold hearted sons of bitches. You think they look fucked up?? Just wait till I kick you fuckin' lips in a couple of times!! You'll be sittin' up here like a bitch, and we'll be laughing at your folded ass. They'll call ya "Lumpy"... after I done put knots all over your fuckin' forehead. Yeah! Hey, Hey little boy, c'mere, how'd ya like it if I tied your fuckin' neck in a knot ya fuckin little bitch?! C'mere, I'll shove that fuckin' corn dog up ya ass!! The fuck outta here, the shows fuckin over, get the fuck outta here ya fuckin' heartless bastards!! 9 - Headless Boogie (Violent J) It's Friday night, dark, scary Lonely, walking through the park, cemetery And it's foggy, cold and smoggy Hear a dog, a howling doggy I'm scared, should of brought the shotgun Would of, Should of, but I ain't got one But I watch my back, and what's that The caretaker, a dirty old hunchback Better run, hide, quick, fast He's coming for my ass with a...shovel No where to run, nor hide but the gravepit So I dove in, I did the dumb shit Took a fall, deeper than six foot Down the stairs, hit a floor and through a door Into a whole new world of stiffs Bodies, heads, and sexy little dead chicks Club lights, sound, bass DJs spinning with maggots on they face And what I saw next then really took me Uh, they did the headless boogie (Chorus 2x) Hey yo, I heard that you died Fuck that, it's time to get live Dead bodies let's all take a ride Lean to the left and slide (the headless boogie) (Shaggy 2 Dope) "Oh yeah, we dug up the finest bitches in the graveyard. So come on down. And if you ain't come to get your funk out Then get the fuck out, bitch" (Violent J) They all stand straight, and swing to the side No heads, but they feet still glide Take a step back, twist and dive I even seen Kurt Cobain get live No heads, but they all funky And drunk, drinking old Spunky Don't be shy, everyone's able Hit the floor, leave your nugget on the table And kick-step, and when you do kicks off If you're dead, your legs might fall off The whole time I can't believe I can't conceive, I don't wanna leave I'm kicking into a freak with no head No face, but the rest is straight She's with it, I hit it like a G Her back fell off, eww, excuse me Zombies, mummies, and Frankenstein Drinking cisco disco dead wine Dead stiffs coming through the door Head, fingers, and limbs on the floor I'm getting drunk, I wanna be down, what's up I wanna be the headless clown They pulled out the jigsaw and got raw And that ended it all, I did the headless boogie (Chorus 2x) Hey yo, I heard that you died Fuck that, it's time to get live Dead bodies let's all take a ride Lean to the left and slide (the headless boogie) (Shaggy 2 Dope) "Hey yo, fuck that voodoo moshing, bitch. You come and freak it with the real dead juggalos. So come on by and we'll chop your nugget off. So you can freak this shit!!!" (Chorus repeats until song ends) Hey yo, I heard that you died Fuck that, it's time to get live Dead bodies let's all take a ride Lean to the left and slide (the headless boogie) 10 - The Joker's Wild (Bink Chipperwink) "Welcome to another exciting episode of Del Ray's number one game show, The Joker's Wild! Shaggy, tell us something about tonight's contestants." (Shaggy 2 Dope) "Hey, motherfuckers! Get ready for the killer show of this bitch. We got a cop, we got a judge, and we got a redneck So step the fuck up and play the Joker's Wild!" (Violent J) Woohoo! Everybody smile Guess who's back on your underground dial? (Who?) It's the game show host with the most (Violent J) And tonight we finna have a little pig roast Cop copper, it's been a long while Lace up your boots and come on down the aisle Mr. Pig-Man packing that steel But tonight, you ain't shit, now spin the fucking wheel Looks good, nice try Now let's see just how ya gonna die? Lucky, lucky, he landed on Carpenter Jed He just pounds nails in your forehead The pig got lucky that time But let's take a look who's next down the line Oh, the 43rd District judge Hey pal, remember me? You threw me in jail Take a spin or I'll snap your neck The clicker's landed, let me check The Chucky, hey it ain't bad at all We just cut your face off and slap your skull Who's next for the games and fun? Hillbilly Earl, come on down, run The redneck that sicked his dog on me Now that's gonna cost you a spin, buddy Spin around and around it goes Staple your lips shut, cut off your toes Then I throw your corpse on top of the pile Anything goes on the Joker's Wild (Bink Chipperwink) "Tell me who killed 17 people and later ate their dead bodies?" "Jeffrey Dahmer." "No, the correct answer would be your mother. Shaggs?" (Shaggy 2 Dope) "Aww, shit, motherfuckers! Get ready for round two of this bitch. So, if you want your fucking neckbone chopped, step the fuck up and play the Joker's Wild!" (Violent J) You like big money and prizes, don't ya? You'd probably kill for a big prize, won't ya? You little bitch, it's your turn to spin Free money, now spin again Oh goody, now unzip your drawers I'm finna clip this chain on your balls Raise ya upside down for the bang bada Now we bust your head like a pinata (hey!) The audience loves that shit Listen to them cheer when your forehead splits Wait! Cut to a break, oh shit, d-damn ah We got guts on the camera "The Joker's Wild is brought to you by...Faygo EVERYBODY SING!!" "Send your momma straight up to the store tell that bitch to bring home a Faygo" (Violent J) Welcome back to the Carnival Show Here's your chance for the big money cash flow Hit your buzzer, pull your lever Joker, joker, lemon, we sever your head Pick a door, one, two, or three It's the same behind every door, me There's no escape, now gimme that bald head The crowd can't help, look, they're all dead At home they just watching your doom We broadcast from hell to your living room I ripped off his nugbone, wicked clown style Anything goes on the Joker's Wild (Bink Chipperwink) "It's time to play hit or miss. Contestant number one, open your mouth. Contestant number two, get ready. Will he hit or miss....? HE HIT! What's next?" (Shaggy 2 Dope) "We got money, we got cash, we got prizes. We got blood, we got guts. We got naked dead bitches on the Joker's Wild" (Violent J) I got my yellow suit and my purple tie Somebody's gonna die, oh my It's Mr. Thompson, my next door neighbor Always bitching, yelling from the kitchen window See he died and he went to hell though We meet again, I got my own game show Spin the wheel, cause I just can't fuck around (BONUS ROUND!) Oh shit, the end of the game Bonus round, we going out with a bang You gotta chance for money and prizes You gotta chance at death, too hahaha So get ready, I'm coming at you fast Your chance for freedom at last Four questions, so are you ready, Jack? "Uh, I think so", load the gat "The govenor?" "Eats butt." "Yes. The square root of two?" "Uhhh..." "Correct. Nutsacks don't belong in?" "Butt cracks" "Right. Richboys eat?" "Caviar." "No, the correct answers bullets." "Oh geez, this is Bink Chipperwink saying so long till next week folks See ya later, goodbye" "That's it, go home (aww!)" 11 - Dead Body Man "This is a Channel 7 news brief because the news is happening now." "Hello, Mort Perkins reporting. Our top story tonight, police andinvestigators are still trying to figure out how and why somebody stole four dead bodies from the Wayne County morgue late Monday night. Police say, the apparent body thief entered through the basement window, but how he alluded the security and alarm system is still a mystery. But what we at Channel 7 are wondering, what kind of sick fuck would steal four dead bodies anyway? Details at 11." (Violent J) Dead bodies, dead bodies all over the street Fifty-five, sixty-five bodies at least I hang with the stiffs till the break of dawn I'm always finding bodies when I'm mowing the lawn Drag them in the house, throw them in the oven Wicked clown loving that dead body grubbin' Tastes like chicken finger licking deep fried I ate a dead body, but don't tell, I lied I just ate my first dead body last week Still got a fingernail caught in my teeth Before you start yelling and cursing my name Remember something's wrong with my brain, insane Second I was born, doctor threw me against the wall Kicked open the door and he whipped me down the hall I'm sliding and I'm bouncing off shit like a hockey puck And my mother's like "What the fuck?!" He said I was born of an alien race Born with a hatchet and a juggalo face But I'm not a martian, you wouldn't understand I'm just the dead body man (Shaggy 2 Dope) We got bodies, dead bodies We got fat ones, skinny ones Males, females, hermaphrodites We got somebodies, we got nobodies Bodies, bodies, bodies, woo! (Violent J) Dead bodies, dead bodies in the back of my van All the little kiddies love the dead body man I drive through my neighborhood ringing my bell Some people run cause they don't like the smell Others line up just as quick as they can To try and catch a glimpse of the dead body man It's all good, if you can stand the funk, but ah Just don't look in the trunk I drive down Central kicking the bass Chilling with my freaks and I'm pickin' her face Maggots and bugs like to crawl on her head Cause my bitch is dead, I'd rather that instead Of a hoe you can't trust, always digging a nut A dead body bitch learns to keep her mouth shut Riding in the back is my dead body crew Only they can never think of nothing to do If you think I'm sick take a look at yourself You got dead deer heads up on your shelf On your key chain is a little baby rabbit's hand I'm just the dead body man (Shaggy 2 Dope) We also collect dead bodies So, if you know any dead people Or you yourself are planning on dying soon We'll be happy to come to your house And pay cash for it We appreciate good healthy stiff For our dinner Woohoo! (Violent J) Call me the dead body man (some one give em to me) Call me the dead body man (just sell em to me) Call me the dead body man (you can mail em to me) Call me the dead body man (br-bring em to me) Call me the dead body man (won't ya give em to me) Call me the dead body man (ya can sell em to me) Call me the dead body man (just mail em to me) Call me the dead body man (br-bring em to me) Call me the dead body man (you can give em to me) Call me the dead body man (you can sell em to me) Call me the dead body man (won't ya mail em to me) Call me the dead body man (you can bring em to me) Call me the dead body man, call me the dead body man 12 - Lil' Somthin' Somthin' "Mr. Jackson, what are you talking about? Well I've heard about those parties, they're immoral. Mr. Jackson, I thought you were respectable gentlemen." "Now, don't give me that respectable gentlement bullshit, you little bitch." "Mr. Jackson?" "Oh, stop playing dumb, you sissy cunt." (Chorus 2x) Hey, Baby I heard you like to freak Then come out to play with me (Shaggy 2 Dope) Hey, what's up, I'm new in town I work for the circus, Shaggy the Clown Anyway, ol' girl, I seen you around I guess I'm trying to say that I wanna be down, hey We had ice cream, sat in the park I walked her all the way home when it got dark She took me inside and when the door shut Next thing ya know I had my nuts in her butt, hey (Violent J) I wanna bitch that's down to fuck right away And even does my homies if it's okay A little bitch that's down wit a quicky A little chicky chicky, I ain't being picky though So you might be a little bit fat You might even stink a bit, I don't mind that Even if you don't fuck on the first date Just put my nuts in your mouth and I'm straight (Shaggy 2 Dope) I need a girl that just don't give a fuck So, I'm caught stroking her mom, I mean, so what A little skins here and there, ain't nothing I just need a bitch whose down with a lil' somthin' somthin' (Chorus 2x) Hey, Baby I heard you like to freak Then come out to play with me (Violent J) My name's Violent J, so I can't fuck around Who's the dirtiest bitch in the whole town? There she go, she working at Dairy Queen Bitch couldn't be a day over fifteen So I do her in the butt like that I hit it so quick, I made her buttcheeks clap, haha Why wait around till she gets married Cause I'm ready as long as the neden's hairy (Shaggy 2 Dope) Tootsie-tootsie pumpkin pie (oops) Looks like you got nut in your eye My fault, I didn't notice, you was still there Now go and wash that shit out your hair, bitch I wanna girl not afraid to bone Even if her moms and pops is still home And if her daddy suddenly walks in He just might see me my nuts on his daughter's chin (Violent J) Everybody in the hood says that you're easy You look a little cracked out, a little sleazy You're a basehead, baby, it ain't shit I'm still down if you down for a lil' somthin' somthin' Somthin' somthin' (Chorus 2x) Hey, Baby I heard you like to freak Then come out to play with me (Repeat 4x) Bitch let me hit, I won't be long As soon as I nut, I'm gone (Chorus repeat until song ends) Hey, Baby I heard you like to freak Then come out to play with me Welcome sons of fucking bitches to the Wicked Carnie Theater. Tonight's feature presentation is so fucking scary, it'll take the wrinkle out of your nutsack and fade your butthairs, so get ready motherfuckers, for tonight's main attraction. I give to you, Ol' Evil Eye, ahahahahaha. Alright shut the fuck up.... 13 - Ol' Evil Eye...Start the movie I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold, I had no desire. I think it was his eye. Yes, it was this. One of his eye's resembled that of a vulture. A pail blue eye with a film over it Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold. And so, out of the breeze, very gradually, I made up mind to take the life of the old man, and must rid myself of the eye, forever. (Violent J) So, I'm heading door to door with grandmother's cookie jar I'm selling cookies, twelve for a dollar I ring the door bell, nobody wants any I result in going cheaper, two for a penny Anybody, everybody, musta hate me I can tell when they spit and degrade me There's only one house left the last on the block Old man Willy on the hilltop I ring the door bell, the door creeps open And there it was, staring and scoping The man's left eye red big and dripping I was tripping, AH!!! See ya! I ran home, I couldn't stop thinking About his eyeball winking and blinking And that it looked not a damn thing like the other (eww!) Should of wore a patch on the motherfucker It hypnotized me, mezmorized me Traumatized, paralyzed, terrorized me Creepers, where'd you get that ball? And tell me how it even fits in your skull I want a big long knife to stick it in I wanna lift up the eyelid and kick it in He's gotta die, I want his eye buried in my backyard It ain't hard I'm killin' Ol' Evil Eye (Chorus) Evil Eye Ol' Evil Eye Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Mad men know nothing?! But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I preceded, with what caution, with what resight, with what simulation I went to work. I was never kinder to the old man, then during the whole week before I killed him. (Shaggy 2 Dope) A day gone past since I heard about J-o Men up in the slay, cause I don't fucking play Anyway, I gotta do him in Gotta rusty revolver put the silver bullets in I plan on bucking one right through his nugget Down my drawers with the bucket, it's time to go, fuck it I stuck it up to his neck when he came to the door I really didn't know what I was in for First a cold ass stare now a gaze now a stare Kinda like there was no one there, how weird My body froze with the blink of his eye Evil eye sending chills down my spine What to do, what to do, I gotta try to break I gotta try to make my way to the gate, wait I can't move, I'm stuck to the ground Wh-what the fuck was that I think I heard a sound Turn around there it was staring at my face This little old man's eye making me a mental case That's when I felt the pain deep inside, deep inside Now his eyes open wide I want a big long knife to stick it in I wanna lift up his eyelid and kick it in He's gotta die, I want his eye buried in my backyard it ain't hard I'm killing Ol' Evil Eye (Chorus) Evil Eye Ol' Evil Eye At length, it ceased. The old man was dead? I placed my hand upon the heart. I held it there for many minutes, there was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eye would trouble me no longer. His eye would trouble me no longer. (Chorus repeat until song ends) Evil Eye Ol' Evil Eye 14 - 12 (Violent J) "Wake...Revenge is mine 12 people will die tonight" Now I woke n been reborn Though I have just until dawn I remember every face Spirits show me every place First one sleeps inside his bed Place my fingers on his head To each temple push and smother Till my fingers touch each other Next one makes love to his wife Only wish to take his life For his family's done no wrong Place his children on the lawn Tell the misses, leave the room Less she wish to witness doom Grab the squirming filthy goat And shove the dresser down his throat I must quickly use my gift Next two work the midnight shift Drinking coffee in the back I will listen to them chat Hear them speaking of my death Hear the laughter in their breath But the laughter quickly died When their heads collide (Chorus repeats) Die! You're gonna die... (Violent J) Now my anger's growing worse Next one's working as a nurse Have to make a doctor's call Drag my body down the hall Grab a scalple and a blade Time to play the nurse's aide Operate and strap her down Carve her face into a clown Killed another then three more Now we're down to only four This man drives a taxi cab Another wicked life to grab Screaming that he'd thought I'd died Let's go for a taxi ride In the wreck of twisted steel The stearing wheel becomes his meal This man watches his TV Scanning channels endlessly Stops at station forty-four It's the Wicked Clown Show Watch me juggle, watch me dance In 3-D watch me enhance Watch me crawl out from the screen And squeeze your neck until you're green (Chorus repeats) Die! You're gonna die... Time, time, time, time, time, time, time, time, time, time, time (Violent J) Even though, there's just one left I feel my bones becoming stiff And now I wonder endlessly The spirits have abandoned me My limbs are falling piece by piece My ears and fingers in the street But still yet see no morning sun And here's my victim's early run Quickly grab him from behind Round his neck with fishing twine Keep him still and pull the string Watch his head go bobbaling Listen to my riddle song Even though my crime was wrong Murder me just for your law And I'll be back for all y'all (Chorus repeats till song ends) Die! You're gonna die... I'll be back for all y'all... 15 - The Killing Fields (Violent J) Laying in my bed, I think of many horror tales Yet I barely move, my bed is made of nails I try to roll, my skin slowly tears away My flesh is stuck to my bed as I begin my day Walking out the house, this morning, the sky is red The streets are crowded with the bodies of the living dead They're trying to die, they're leaping off of rooftops Uh, they only scream in pain as their body flops I'd rather stay inside my home and only pray to die But my house is been on fire since like '85 I can only stand a night of the fatal smoke But see you never die, you only burn and choke And so I leave out the house and walk the land Wild pigs run and feed off the dying man And look around you, there's bodies hanging from the trees But they're not dying, they're only crying "please" I hear the thunder in the sky, so I run and hide The deadly rain may soon come down, you got to get inside The lunatics see the lightning, they're screaming, yes It's raining blood, the streets are a bloody mess About once or twice a week though it thunder storms That's when giant heavy red and black clouds form It's raining blood, livers, and kidneys from the sky Prepare cause when you die, you're coming to the Killing Fields (Chorus repeats) Come, come on down, down (You're going to the Killing Fields) (Violent J) As I feed off a dead pig, I'm thinking back To when I had a heart beat, and how I would act I would steal from the poor, I'd laugh at the sick But in the killing fields, you get your fucking neck ripped So as I walk along, I meet a lot of strange folks Some people with no eyes, and gashed open throats And if they notice your eyeballs are working well They try to dig them out your skull, and go for self Now in the summertime, it's like a whole another realm Water victims, fire, and oceans overwhelm To walk outside, the heat will surely cook your brains Try to run across the street your hair will burst in flames Victims in a panic run from the heated light Underneath the city, into the sewer pipes Into the fire storm this becomes your new land But there's no food, so you feed off the other men And now it's been seven months, I'm barely fed I chase a Billy Billy goat with a human's head He's steady screaming "Let me be! Let me be!" But while I chase him there's another demon chasing me All of time moves backwards, I'm growing old And the clouds are burning fire, and so I'm told That there's a lot of living souls such as the rich That choose to live like a bitch, I'll see you in the Killing Fields You could go to Hell (what shall it be?) (Chorus repeats) Come, come on down, down (You're going to the Killing Fields) 16 - I'm Coming Home (Shaggy 2 Dope) I live my life in the gutter And this gutter is who I am Take me back home to my gutter And I swear I won't ever leave again! (Violent J) Hey, I'm coming home Home to the criminals and crooks Home to the gangbangers shooting dirty looks Home to the killer cops beating on my ass Home to my '72 Volare, praying it will last Pass by the rich bitches trying to play me out Dawging on my neighborhood, don't know what it's about So now I'm clocking duckets, never hang out with the rich I'd rather hang out with the crooked at the party store, bitch Give me corny dog with a little smog Cause it tastes better than the poisonous fog Seeping from the sewers in my slummy neighborhood But the ghetto got love and the love is all good So I don't give a fuck about your mansion by the lake You can suck my dingaling until your neck breaks Cause all I wanna do is hang with the zombie In the zone, break out with the Faygo, I'm coming home (Chorus) Home to the creatures, home to the crooks Home to the fools reading witchcraft books Home to the monsters roaming the land I wanna come home but ya don't understand (Shaggy 2 Dope) Bitch, I'm coming home and I'm not alone Jokers and freaks, and their dead body bones Every single thing that you never wanna see Add it all together and you got me I know nobody gives a fuck about your punk ass rules Keystone coppers and your hypocrite schools I'd much rather lay around the streets of the gutter And make dirty phone calls to your rich mother Quarter past midnight and I'm waking up the dead Then we playing kickball with somebody's head We got skinny dipping in the barrels of toxic waste After that I pour myself a little taste So tell your daughter that she's nothing but a fat bitch And all my homies don't care if the hoe's rich Somebody out here, please, let me know where there's a phone I need to call my mother and tell her I'm coming home (Chorus) Home to the creatures, home to the crooks Home to the fools readin witchcraft books Home to the monsters roaming the land I wanna come home but ya don't understand (Violent J) And I'm coming home, chicken chicken bones Sugar plum bushes, and ice cream cones All these fake people sayin hi to one another Then they sit around and talk shit about each other Watering they grass, digging in they ass Trying to make sure they didn't lose any cash Working hard, all your life, and now you're finally rich But look at you, you're just another whack bitch (Shaggy 2 Dope) Crawl in the slum, that's where I'm from Murderers and slaughterers, so that's what I've become Spare a little change cause I just ran out of gas Reach for your quarter and I'll stick your fucking ass (Violent J) Nobody wants to be around the ghetto breed But the ghetto got each other and that's all we really need So what the fuck am I doing down here, I gotta land of my own Eh yo, dawg, fuck it, huh, we going home (Chorus repeats until song ends) Home to the creatures, home to the crooks Home to the fools readin witchcraft books Home to the monsters roaming the land I wanna come home but ya don't understand