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 cards. This is very rare, and suggest something neusant is approaching. You should be visited by a dark circus, a circus or horror, pain, and anguish. This travelling mass of evil will leave your lifeless corpse to rot while entrapping your soul to be displayed at future stops. Oh yes, you must also be aware that it is your own evil doings that have brought about this dreaded 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 waxxxxx... 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" (Violent J) The ICP is of the Ringmaster and the Ringmaster is of the actions of mankind. Yeah, 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 rip 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 as the R-r-r-ringmaster takes you on the ride of your life. Horror and fear, smiles and tears, and oh, ever-so overdo. 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 (Shaggy 2 Dope) Let's go, motherfuckers!!! 2 - Murder Go Round (Violent J) 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 no 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 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 lead pipe slapped up 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, and forks sideways Then he grabbed my Faygo and he said, "crime pays" Swung on his pipe once again for the road "Hold up, dawg," UH! The shit gets old Now I walk the streets with a shattered skull I'm gonna swing my axe through his jaw Where the motherfucker at? Where the motherfucker stay? How ya gonna fuck with the juggla J-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 (Violent J) Well, it's me and my mellow, mellow roll on Military Gangbangers, gangbangers, big bang theory 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 went nationwide and 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 bit the dust "What I ain't got shot, bitch?", but now you must Take your ticket for the murder go round Can't nobody kill a cl-cl-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 I 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 (Nooooo!!!) Murder go round, murder go round How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown? Murder go round, murder go round How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown? (Violent J) Now I'm in a street gang, fifty-five strong "Everybody singing that Southwest song!" What can go wrong, I mean I'm fucking in the haugghhh! Popping that shit, I'm fidna bust you in the mouth Nobody fucks with a jokero Juggalo I don't give a fuck, ya know? Bitches I'ma 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 wack Stumbling along it's becoming entwined That I'm next in line For the murder go round Wicked clown, wicked clown, wicked clown, wicked clown.... Murder go round, murder go round How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown? Murder go round, murder go round How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown? Murder go round, murder go round How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown? Murder go round, murder go round How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown? Murder go round, murder go round How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown? Murder go round, murder go round How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown? Murder go round, murder go round How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown? Murder go round, murder go round How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown? Murder go round, murder go round How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown? Murder go round, murder go round How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown? Murder go round, murder go round How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown? Murder go round, murder go round How ya gonna fuck with a wicked clown? Murder go round..... 3 - Chicken Huntin' "Where's that muthafucka at man? Damn. Been about 10 days man.Hey! Hey man! Over here man!" "What can I do for ya, boy?" "Yeah man, uh, lemme get one of those chicken necks." "What?" "Chicken neck, man. A red ass chicken neck." "A red what? Neck chicken, what?" "Red ass chicken neck, like yours man!" "Like mine!?!?" "YEAH, BITCH!!" (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 4 - Mr Johnson's Head Hello class. My name's Mr. Felcher. Mr. Johnson is out today with a virus, so I'll be your substitute teacher this afternoon. Now children, I don't want any shenanigans or horseplay. There'll be no gum chewing and please raise your hand if you wish to speak. If any of these rules are broken, I'll write your name down, and Mr. Johnson will punish you as he sees fit. (Violent J) Sitting in my class with my head on the desk Teacher's trying to talk but I could give a fuck less I'm staring at this 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 cause I ain't shit I'm hearing voices but I don't know what their saying Sweat is on my forehead cause 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 you know, I'm 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 cause 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 that fucker Mr. Johnson anyway I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag I cut the bigot's head off and I stuffed it in my bag (Violent J) I wish somebody knew me cause 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 got a couple food stamps folded in my sock I guess I'm just a ghost cause 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'd throw me in the trash I can hear the teacher, man, talking about Columbus He nothing but a old dead fuck with a compass Ran up on a beach and threw everybody off And then we claimed discovery and now we all applaud I don't give a fuck, to learn you're all going to hell I'm trapped in my mind and my brain is my cell But I have a key It's called insanity I stick in my brain to unlock eternity I'm 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 that fucker Mr. Johnson anyway I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag I cut the bigot's head off and I stuffed it in my bag "Okay, Today we're gonna learn about our great freedom. If you'll turn your textbooks to chapter four, we'll get started. America is the land of the free. All races live together in harmony and we are all treated equal. We all live together in the same wealthy community. Y-yes?" "Man, Mr. Johnson already taught us this. Ain't he ever coming back?" "Well, uh...uh, he's very ill right now." (Violent J) No!! They can sit and front about it all day But I left his fuckin' body in the hallway And in the morning they opened up the door And seen his mothafucking 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 dyin' fast Instead they'd rather learn about redneck checka Who owned a couple slaves, but I guess it don't matter Fuck Washington, Benjamin, buck them all out They can suck my nuts till they wooden teeth fall out And the class wanna know who could it be But I'm like the Reboot guy, you never heard of me I'm just a nobody and I think it's a drag But I got his motherfucking melon chillin' in my bookbag (Chorus repeat until end) I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day I didn't like that fucker Mr. Johnson anyway I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag I cut the bigot's head off and I stuffed it in my bag I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day I didn't like that fucker Mr. Johnson anyway 5 - 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..." (Violent J) Factory smoke and choke in pain Cause 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 (Shaggy 2 Dope) Well, I grip the fence and I bend the steal And I steal a car and I grip the wheel And I park the car and I steal it again 'Cause I really don't know what's happening (Violent J) I wait for night to fall, then I walk outside And then I run back in cause 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 (Shaggy 2 Dope) And I pray to God to help me justify Look over me cause 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 (Violent J) 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 (Chorus) Oooooooo...Oh! We-oh... Everybody singing that southwest song!! Oooooooo...Oh! We-oh... Everybody singing that southwest song!! (Violent J) Some say I'm real and some say I'm fake But I really don't care cause 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 (Shaggy 2 Dope) 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 (Violent J) If we have to go, then you can take me fast See, I started under and I'm sinking fast So when the joker's card is missing from your deck Then you know the rope has finally caught my neck (Shaggy 2 Dope) Hey yo, don't look now, but there he go again It's me and the Grim Reaper, best of friends He's always hanging around, waiting for me to die We shot a game of pool, he's not a bad guy (Violent J) I feel I'm in the corner of a circled room At about thirteen in the afternoon And then I see the straing as I walk along I notice everybody singing that Southwest Song (Chorus) Oooooooo...Oh! We-oh... Everybody singing that southwest song!! Oooooooo...Oh! We-oh... Everybody singing that southwest song!! What does seem bad to you? I'm angry... I'm angry What does seem bad to you? I'm angry... I'm angry Everybody singing that southwest song!! (Violent J) 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 sorry death I'll laugh with my very last breath (hahaha) (Shaggy 2 Dope) Lose some, win some, that's how it goes I've been down and out, I took many blows And there's nothing here I ain't seen before I'm just a juggling juggla juggling more (Violent J) 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 (Shaggy 2 Dope) You see the forks is up, see the forks is down But I'm a wicked clown So don't fuck around Cause my brain is gone and it's on it's way I'm exploding, so get off me, dog!!! (Violent J) Well 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 (Chorus repeats until end) Oooooooo...Oh! We-oh... Everybody singing that southwest song!! Oooooooo...Oh! We-oh... Everybody singing that southwest song!! "What does seem bad to you? Is it hitting other kids?" "Daddy, daddy, look, it's a clown, it's a clown. Make him do something funny daddy please!" "Okay, goddammit, hey bozo, come here, do something funny for the boy." "Okay" "hurry up man, we gott be someplace." "Okay, I'm not a very funny clown, but I'll try, hey little boy, how you doing? Well that's just swell little fella. Hey, I gotta riddle for ya! What looks like a ball? It's shaped like a ball? It's round like a ball? But doesn't bounce like a ball?" "I don't know what?" "Your daddy's nugget!" "Hahahaha, wicked" 6 - Get Off Me, Dog! "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?" (Shaggy 2 Dope) Motherfuckers tweek, gotta tweek while ya tweek Golly gosh willakers, me oh my, my oh me Get off me, dog, before I sting your chin I let my nutsack flap in the wind Cause I'm 2 Dope, clown love O-G And it's one chop, two, boing, boom, chop, three In the melon In the back of the melon One black, two black eyeballs swelling Always backwards thinking, thinking backwards, Lord, oh, Lordy Sipping on the blunt, puffing on a fourty-orty-O-Z Muthafuck me Fuck Stuart Frankie, they call me Jelly Jell-o boy cause my nutsack jiggles And when it's cold out, my nutsack shrivels And crawls up my booty all warm and snug And gets chased out by the Bootyhole Bug Goddamn I ain't who I am I'm always fucking big, fat bitches named Pam Nineteen years of breathing smog Got me mental, so get off me, dog!... (Chorus repeats until end) Get off me, dog! 7 - Who Asked You "Hello, phone sex, I'm hot and horny" Wicked clowns Wicked clowns Wicked clowns Wicked clowns Wicked clowns Wicked clowns Wicked clowns Wicked clowns (Violent J) Drank my last drop 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 Chewing on toes Fucking 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 Lew, too Fucked your mother at the Motel 8 Fingers in her booty, strawberry shake Daddy walks in and see the sick clown Moving his buttcheeks up and down Nate the Mack and Jumpsteady 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? (Chorus 2x) 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 (Violent J) Never had life, always been dead Got a metal plate in the back of my head Lemon drops Lick lollipops I fuck redneck bitches at truck stops Clown colors, much clown love Found a body in the bathtub "Mmmm grub." Fuck the police, fuck givin' props 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 pink glock My ding-a-ling swings when I run down the block No, I don't sing in a rock band "Got a 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? (Chorus repeat until song ends) 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 8 - The Dead One (Violent J) Guess it all began when the bullet finally struck And I walked away harmless, it must've been good luck Or maybe I'm dead (I'm sorry but you're dead) Strange things have happened since this day occurred I can hear a cold whisper in my every word It's telling me I'm dead (I'm sorry but you're dead) I'm feeling so stiff as I walk out the house And 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) 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 oughta 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 oughta go...I'm not going now... I don't wanna die, maybe I oughta 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 (Shaggy 2 Dope) YOU'RE DEAD BITCH, HAHAHA!!!!!!! 9 - My Funhouse "We found his car abandoned in front of a strange looking house on Detroit Southwest side, miss." "Oh...I told him never to go there..." "Hey! Come over here for a minute!" "Yeah, uh, she's pretty hysterical right now, uh..." "Well, have you tried fondling her breasts?" "Well no...no I haven't." "Well, give it a try." "There, there, miss...does this make you feel any better?" "Well okay then..." (Violent J) 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 death spectacular Just ignore the dead body sitting next to ya Get ready for the carnival thrills Shoulda kept 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 them in your mouth That should show you that you're 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 beat by seventeen wicked clowns For the seventeen dead bodies never found And they jump on your back till your ribs crack Toss you in the cart and push you down the deadly tracks Spinning and twisting, rolling and bumping The dead fuck next to ya's trying to tell ya something Listen close, you can barely make it out "Bitch, you ain't shit in Violent J's funhaughh." "Help me, I'm trapped in here. Somebody let me out. Oh my god!!! Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!" (Shaggy 2 Dope) Bitch, fuck you, yeah, know what I'm saying?! Wicked clowns running the funhouse. Ain't no way to get out then get killed and get your neck cut like a man. (Violent J) 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 Smack! 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 your left eye and out the back of his head Is he dead? No, cause he gets 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 fucking mouth in Hey, yo, the next room, it's called the chicken pen And it's a little tribute to the bigots of the outh We take a dead chicken, shove it in your mouth And we stuff it down your throat with a pitchfork Cause you're a bigot, that's what you get for it And now I take your sorry ass and I throw you out Cause I don't need your dead body stinking up my Funhouse Funhouse Stinking up my Funhaughh (Shaggy 2 Dope) Yeah, rich-ass, bitch-ass, snitch-ass hoe! You'll get your mothafucking neck chopped in Violent J's funhouse. So don't fuck with the wicked clowns you punk ass bitch!! 10 - For The Maggots (Violent J) One for the maggots, punk gets light Everytime his crew gets into a fight If I somehow get stomped and kicked I'm coming for your ass with a ice pick Prick (Shaggy 2 Dope) One for the maggots, two for the bitch Three for the brick that smacks your lips Cause you's a sneaky, creepy hoe So don't fuck around no more Yo (Violent J) One for the maggots, weak ass pets Who sell out they boys for a bitch they just met And then try to come crawling back Bitch, you can juggle my nutsack Hoe (Shaggy 2 Dope) 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 you get shot And left for the maggots (Repeat until song ends) "How do I get myself into situations like this anyway?" "Be careful little boy." "How do I get myself into situations like this any--" 11 - Wagon Wagon If I'm gonna die. I'm going out riding the wagon. (Violent J) Here it comes, the horrifying midnight wagon Sagging Lagging Dead bodies dragging 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 through Looking for the hickies And the prickies And your ass, too Everybody gets a ride in the ghost car Don't matter who you are We going straight to Hell And it ain't far, Mr. Nevers You seem to be the killjoy 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 windpipe chopped off And your funky ass body gets dropped off In the gutter, the wheels keep rolling Throwing heads out the back Nugget bowling from the... (Chorus) Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies dragging Are you down with the clown, with clown love, ride the... Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies dragging Every dead fuck in the city comes and rides the... Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies dragging Nate the Mack, Jump Steady, and Rude Boy ride the... Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies dragging Don't miss your chance (Violent J) 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? Cause I'm Violent J, sick in the nugbone 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 to the car And then I pull your tongue and out slap ya in the face with it Say the Joker did it In the... (Chorus) Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies dragging Ladies and gents its your turn, come and ride the... Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies dragging If you gotta minute why don't you stop on in and ride the... Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies dragging I'm a dead body so you know I love riding in the... Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies dragging Now, here's your chance (Violent J) We don't do drive-by's in the wagon Instead we just get out and stab your fucking ass And it ain't no telling how many clowns inside Told you seventeen, but I lied Cause I'm wicked and I'm wild, wicked wild I caught a wild deer, rode it home from Bell Isle I play the organ like an old mental case I can freak the cello, like Chris Kelly on bass In the wagon, I throw fingers out the window And when I roll the window down, you can smell indo But it ain't mine, it belongs to a stiff over there Puffing 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... (Chorus) Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies dragging Come down, stand in line, everybody loves to ride the... Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies dragging Your mama is a bitch and she swings on my nuts in the... Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies dragging If you missed your bus, don't be afriad, come and ride the... Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies dragging It's your last chance 12 - The Loons "Hello?" "Neck cutta." "Pardon?" "Neck cutta." "Who is this?" "Neck cutta." "Who do you wish to speak with?" "Your neck." "What? Hello?" "Neck cutta...neck cutta...neck cutta...neck...cutta...neck...neck cutta...." (Violent J) Little Miss Muffet, oh, she never had a clue Of what 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 cross your moat But then I take a boat And cut your fucking throat Well 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?" (Chorus) I'm the neck cutter and I'm three blocks away I'm the neck cutter and I'm three blocks away I'm the neck cutter and I'm three blocks away Violent-Violent-Violent J I'm the neck cutter and I'm three blocks away I'm the neck cutter and I'm three blocks away I'm the neck cutter and I'm three blocks away J-J-Violent 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 chirps 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 has taken 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?" (Chorus) I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away Violent-Violent-Violent J I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away 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... (Violent J) 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 Cause the fucker knows I'm always leaving dead bodies I can see him standing at the end of the block Cause somebody's clock Is running out of tock Slip through the cracks and the walls of the eave All that's justified is 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 And snapped 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?" (Chorus) I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away Violent-Violent-Violent J I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away J-J-Violent J I'm coming up there (I'm the neck cutter) I'm coming up there (I'm the neck cutter) I'm coming up there (I'm the neck cutter) I'm coming up there (I'm the neck cutter) "Honey, honey, I got him, woohoo, I got him in his fucking head. He won't be coming around here no more!" "Hello. And welcome back to pillow talk. I hope you with your bitch cuz it's time to get with the ICP. So just wine back with a sparkling glass of faygo, while Violent J tells you the poetry that just makes the bitches melt. Only on W Love." 13 - Love Song Hello, baby. I was thinking about you so I wrote this song. I'd like to dedicate this to the love that is expressed for you and I. So just sit back and enjoy. (Violent J) Hey, yo, bitch, come over here and let me kick it to ya Tried to stick my nuts in ya, then I never knew ya Cause 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'mma smack you in your mouth Bitch, I admit it, I'm quick to hit a woman, hey But that's okay Cause bitch, I'm Violent J And I'm a Southwest mack daddy juggalo And you're nothing but a two-bit stanking hoe 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 hoe, the kind that make your nuts shrivel (Chorus) Bitch, I'm knocking at your door Let me get some neden, hoe Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay I'm fidna hit it anyway!! Bitch, I'm knocking at your door Let me get some neden, hoe Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay... (Violent J) 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 Cause 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 Cause it's rats and spiders up in there Hitting that'll take the curl out your nut hairs I smack your titty and it claps when it hits the other But I don't want em clapping too loud, it'll wake your mother Bitches always front like they don't wanna let you hit But then they always screaming banshees when you getting 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 Cause I love you (Chorus repeats until songs end) Bitch, I'm knocking at your door Let me get some neden, hoe Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay I'm fidna hit it anyway Bitch, I'm knocking at your door Let me get some neden, hoe Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay I'm fidna hit it anyway (Violent J) 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 that my nuts bang on your anus. That's my only true desire. I feel for you, I think for you, I breathe for you, and all I want is a little neden. Ya know, everyday when the wind blows, all I hear is my nuts flapping against your bootyhole. And that's all I ever want. And that's all I ever dreamed of. That is you and your neden, bitch. 14 - Bugz On My Nugz (Shaggy 2 Dope) Well, I don't understand the phenomenon We fucking these hoes that look like spalaminon!! Rich boys think that is shitty But I like fucking crackheads with one titty And I do it at the drop of a dime And I get the scabies almost every time So let's talk about my nutsack I don't front, Jack I got bugs on my ballsack (Violent J) Well I'm Violent J and I ain't no bitch I'm always quick to tell you when my nuts itch Cause 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 shoulda known cause I thought I heard crickets In your neden, but I wasn't saying nutting though I wasn't saying nothing till I'm done nutting, hoe And I'm like, bitch, how can this be? Trying to sleep and my nuts are up watching TV And they try to walk to the store and get a 40 How'd these bugs get on me? (Shaggy 2 Dope) Somebody asked me how I got scabies Probably that homeless fat redneck bag lady That I fucked in the shed Then the little critters on my ding-a-ling said.... (Chorus) 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 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 sluts Spurs on the boots And I don't give a hoot Cause I got me a purty woman's love... (Violent J) I met this bitch and went up in it Dropped her off, went to the clinic (Shaggy 2 Dope) Bitch, I got bizzugs on my sizznac So tell me what's up with that Shoulda said something about your bug problem Now I'm gonna have to slap 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 them in a deep fry And sizzle those motherfuckers off my wang (Violent J) So you wanna fuck around Always gotta buck around Lift up your ding-a-ling nothing but a bug ya found Now they call you funky nuts Cause you like funky butts Scratching and biting them, then they call you monkey nuts But I ain't sayin nothing Cause you ain't playing nothing Bring the track back And I get back to the nutsack track (Shaggy 2 Dope) So now I try to rap cause the bugs is biting But I ain't going out like a bitch, yo, fuck that Stick them in a blender and hit the switch Then I hit the bitch (Violent J) 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 ding-a-ling siiing!! (Chorus repeat until song ends) 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 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 sluts 15 - House Of Mirrors (feat. Capitol E) Ladies and gentlemen, the House of Mirrors. For just one day, 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!!! (Violent J) 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 ride 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 cane Your last words are those of fear But they go unheard in the House of Mirrors (Chorus 2x) Mirror, Mirror on the wall Who's the wickedest of all Three blind mice, deepest fear Welcome to the House of Mirrors (Shaggy 2 Dope) 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 kicked us in the face Now your place is in the House of Mirrors (Chours 2x) 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 Three blind mice, your worst fear Look into the deadly mirror (Capitol E) Welcome to the House of Mirrors, Mr. Executive You should explain to E why ICP should let you live As you look on I see this image in your reflection A bigot undercover, 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 pity, no sorrow Cause 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 them fall Yo Violent J, "what up", bash that head against the wall And don't let him run for the door (where you going, 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 (Chorus 2x) 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 Three blind mice, your worst fear Look into the deadly mirror Three blind mice, your worst fear Look into the deadly mirror Three blind mice, your worst fear Look into the deadly mirror Three blind mice, your worst fear Look into the deadly mirror Three blind mice, your worst fear.... 16 - Ringmaster's Word I have a purpose... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... Take your dull knife, stab me, go, strike my heart... Take your dull knife, stab me, go, strike my heart... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... Such things cannot exist...Such things cannot exist... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... You will tell them of me and how one day, I shall come for them... You will tell them of me and how one day, I shall come for them... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... Quietly, I will come over your bed I will lean over and gently bite your neck... Ringmaster... Ringmaster... Ringmaster... Ringmaster... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... You will tell them of me and how one day, I shall come for them