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Carnival of Carnage
1) Intro
2) Carnival Of Carnage
3) The Juggla
4) First Day Out
5) Red Neck Hoe
6) Wizard Of The Hood
7) Guts On The Ceiling
8) Is That You (w. Kid Rock)
9) Night Of The Axe
10) Psychopathic
11) Blackin' Your Eyes
12) Never Had It Made
13) Your Rebel Flag
14) Ghetto Freek show
15) Taste
1) Intro
It was a soft gentle night, in the little town of, of, well, you're town
The gentle breeze swept the streets, creating that pleasant howl that these kind town folks have enjoyed for so many, many years
The wind chimes sent their peaceful melodies into the ears of the sleepy residents
But the unusual was approaching in the distance
Something evil was heading towards this small town
While the residents slept, something crept, slithered and crawled its way through the quiet streets
Guided by the moon light these frightening strangers set up tents and rides shows and games, there were savage jesters and wicked ringmasters
There were horrid freak shows and sights only the impending doom will witness
They brung with them the carnage, that they had lived with for eternity
The morning is a new day, the people of this town will unwillingly witness the show of their lives, only rumored to exist
You will be the next to die helplessly,
At the Carnival of Carnage
2) Carnival Of Carnage
Carnival of Carnage (26x)
Yo, and now for your enjoyment Please welcome
The IC-motherfucking-P...
3) The Juggla
Well, you know the juggla jumped in the mixer
Been down the road and I broke a few necks
And I'll break a few more, so what's up
Road by me on the corner, I'm a hold my nuts up
Its finna fuck you wit' dat
But if you a sewer skank let me hit dat
Cuz I'm Violent J, ain't even one to fake it
I wanna see some folded up skank bitches naked
I pass out when it gets dark
And woke up naked at the Clark Park
Gotta go, gotta get before I get the wrap
Gotta chopped off head chilling in my lap
Mr. Shrink, Mr. Shrink, I'm sick
Lunatick-tick-tock, it don't quit
It don't quit, it don't quit
Mr. Shrink, I'm sick, a lunaticky-tick
The doctor told me I'm a psycho
So I ate his face like I don't know
Knife to the neck and got some more
The night of the axe, the night of the forty fuck
Bitch, I'm a man you can talk ta
But after you leave I'm a stalk ya
If you're a little kid I'm a take ya
And if you're neck I'm a break ya
If you're an old lady I'm a mug ya
Cuz bitch, you can't fuck with the juggla
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, he is...the juggla
He'll cut your windpipe, eat your face
And slit your motherfucking heart out
You can see this freak show at the world famous Carnival of Carnage
Keep juggling, motherfucker!
Cuz ya know the juggla will throw ya up fast
And if I drop you that's your ass
I shake and twist, try to keep calm
I might go to hell cuz I'm down with Esham
Gotta rhyme for your Uncle Willy
Then I hit him in the head with a Billy
Willy, Willy, watch your mouth
And fuck the south
Running with a gang of twenty street hoods, yo
What's up bitch, ah, what's up ho?
Sometimes you act like you ain't down
With a psychotic wicked clown
Fucking my friends ain't healthy
Cuz I grab you by the face and fuck you up
And it's like that bitch that's the way it is
I'm allowed to fuck, ho, I'm in show biz
Sets in the hood want me for dead
So I paint my tag on they forehead
Stick your little 'kay by my taggin'
You can fit twenty clowns in a Volkswagon
And we coming straight to your brick house
I'm a huff, and puff, and blow your fuckin' neck loose
And then I might mug ya
Cuz they're will be no fucking with the juggla
Juggling eyeballs, juggling heads
What you've heard about, what you've read
The juggling wicked clowns will come to your
Birthday party, wedding, and barmitzva
And cut your back off for a small fee
The juggla ain't taking no shorts from nobody
Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh
Let the fucking bass go
And the juggla make it last
Down with 2 Dope and try n' get trashed
My fellow fucking fellas
Southwest gangster killas
Violent J, the psychopathic
Some might say I'm schitsofrantic
Others think I'm quite the psychic
But somehow the bitches like it
What's up bitch, let me get the shot
Right here and now, butt-naked on the spot
Why am I like this, like that
Why are you like that, like this
The ghetto took my brain and motherfuck I want it back
I'm that nerd in the back of the class
That went psycho and killed your ass
I slash and cut and hack
With a "Kick Me" sign on my back
In my corner is scyne therapy
They take care of me, but don't stare at me
Cuz like I said I'll mug ya
Now run on home and don't fuck with the juggla
Finally happened, the wicked clown have come to your town
And he's got your daughter by the hand
Showing her a new land
The southwest ghetto zone, where all the jugglas roam
Come one, come all and have the juggla cut your face off
Skip to the lou
Juggla juggla fuck with the juggla
You can't fuck with the juggla
Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh
Let the fucking bass go
4) First Day Out
Got another funky rhyme
Another funky, funky rhyme
Got another funky rhyme
Another funky rhyme
Another funky, funky rhyme
Aw shit, man, that's the ICP!!!
This is my jam!!!
I'm on a psychedelic, motherfucking inter-gallactic void G!!!
Aw, shit!
Well, they let the gate up so I bail
It's been six months pick me up from the county jail
With a smog mother payin' my dues
Steel toliets, worn blankets, and rubber shoes
But I ain't naggin'
Here come the fellas I can hear the muffler draggin'
8 men in the car long
And the Faygo is almost gone
My nuts are kinda hard so I need a mate
So my homeboy's cousin set me up with a blind date
She said "Pick me up at three"
Can't bitch, the bus don't ride your street, ho
We gonna eat at Mexican Village
Take a cab and I'll pay the tab
And when she showed, well, I'll be damned
Left my wallet at home on the TV stand
Have her pay him and for dinner too
The knot in my sock, it done bit you
She's all prettied up for nothing
I'm smelling like shit and my chin is scruffing
And I'm chewing on my food like a pitbull
Cuz I won't front for the ho
Stuck my face in a bowl of soup
And just sucked it all up threw my missin' tooth
The bitch jumped up with a boom
"I have to fix my hair" and broke to the bathroom
She's got the tab, so I go for mine
And order up some '52 vintage wine
Hey, Louie, bring a fuckin' steak with that
Motherfuckers like jail say fuck dat
She's back now and her hair ain't fixed
Probably took a long greasy-ass smelly shit
I ain't saying nothing though
I ain't saying nothing bout the funkin' ho
What's up bitch, I'm ready to break
How long can one fat bitch take?
Quite snacking and pay me saps
Cuz we goin' home to meet her pops
"So Joe, what is that you do for a living?"
"Aww, come on pops, you seen me selling rocks on
Verner and Springwell. Matter fact, I think I sold
to that fat bitch in the kitchen"
Your dad's really cool sweetheart
I mean him letting me use his car
And he slipped me a fifty
Violent J is kinda nifty
If I'd a hit you'd be home through
But now your coming home with me
Dad I gotta bitch in the bedroom
Take your ass to the bar and don't come home soon
Now the juggla's known to smack hoes
But I need the shot too
So I switch to the mack mode
Now woman, you know I love you
So why don't you just let me fuck you
Now bitch, I know you's a freak
So let me get a little kiss on your cheek
And a fuck to go with that
Come on, nympho, let me hit that
Tell ya what you let me stick it
And I gotta left over piece of chicken for ya
Ya little sewer skank
Ya nasty little pipe-smoking sac-chasing ho
And that was that
A little smooth talking she was on her back
And I'm finally sticking
Dump ya, and I'm eating my chicken
You'll never guess what
My first day out and I caught my nut
First day out and I caught my nut
5) Red Neck Hoe
Rapping to this bitch with a red neck
A red neck, that fucking red neck
Rapping to this bitch with a red neck
A down south bitch with a red-ass neck
Bitch, you gotta red neck
But you look kinda straight so I'm bout to step
Heard you like fucking in pig pens
You never seen boys, so you fuck your girlfriends
Bitch, I know you's a ho
So let me fuck you with my big toe
Cuz I don't care what them hicks can do
Shit, I can fuck like a chicken hawk too
Bitch, we can take a walk
But I hate the way you fuckin' hillbillies talk
So keep your filthy ass mouth shut
And don't say shit, nasty slut
Bitch, I wanna hit it
So I can drop your ass in a New York minute
But you quick to act like you didn't know
Like you didn't know, that I'm a jigglo, you didn't know
Bitch, we can sit on the porch
Swing in a chair, I don't fucking care
But then it's to the sac, to the sac we go
I'm finna fuck this red neck ho
Bitch, you's a ho
And ho you's a bitch
Everybody knows that you's a...
Funky bitch
Rapping to this bitch with a red neck
A fucking red neck, a red-ass neck
Rapping to this bitch with a red neck
Said a mop-top corn stalk red-ass neck
Bitch, it's 2 Dope
Before I threw you this dick, I throw you some soap
Cuz you been in the barn all day
Milking cows and fucking with hay
Bitch, if you let me hit
I don't care, you can play your Wayne Newton shit
I can take a little Conway Twitty
While I'm sucking on red neck tittie
Bitch, I go down south
With a piece of wheat hanging out my mouth
And sport a funky-ass straw hat
But after I hit it...MOTHERFUCK THAT!
Bitch, I from the big city
And I'm finna fall asleep on your big tittie
Yeah, it's the farmer's daughter
But I ain't gonna fuck in no swamp water
Bitch, drop your overalls
And we fuck in the back of a horse stall
You're the ugly bitch I know
But I still fuck ya, red neck ho
Bitch, you's a ho
And ho you's a bitch
Everybody knows that you's a...
Funky bitch
My ratsaw can't even hang
With the wicked shit you've done
You go lynching with your gang
On a brother or a Mexican
Fuck, this shit may never quite
Bigots may never learn
I'll cut your motherfucking throat out, bigot
Now it's your turn
Bigots in the north seem to get respect
You know I'd choke that greasy neck
Step to the left, step to the right
In my piece, and I'll fuck your face up
Bitch, cuz I don't sleep
I said "Fuck you, bitch, I don't sleep"
In the south there's a lot of good faces
But shit, I'm gat on a fucking racists
Bitch, I can't tell from where I'm at
But it looks like your neck is red, fuck that
I'm about to step
So I can say I fucked a ho with a red neck
Bitch, you's a ho
And ho you's a bitch
Everybody knows that you's a...
Funky bitch
6) Wizard Of The Hood
One time, the ICP with this shit
For you and your boys to say "fuck yeah" to
Yo, G, kick some of that shit about the wizard and all that
Drop a psycho beat and go on and rap, bald-headed fuck
Aw shit, homeboy, you should of seen me
I was flipped at the party drinking a fifth of MD
Straight passed-out on his mother's bed
With seven cans of brew going through my head
Dreaming, I was sipping on Faygo
With my dope posse, hear comes a tornado
Huh, I can't run no where
Cause the whole damn house was spinning through the air (damn!)
And don't laugh just yet
And it bland my motherfucking eyes bet
And here comes a three and a half foot pimp
With a blue zoo suit and a mack daddy limp
Yo, I gotta grip on my weapon
Cuz this midget motherfucker and his boys are stepping
"Oh my, look at the witch
You crushed and killed that wicked old bitch"
And they saying that I'm doomed
Cuz I killed some ho that rides on a broom
Fuck this, I'm going back to where I stay
And I walking down the yellow brick alleyway
Interlude (contains samples from "Wizard of Oz" and "Ghetto Zone")
Well, go on motherfucker!
Now I'm roaming just like basshead
Everybody know just where the alley led
And don't say you don't know
Which way to go, yo, there go the scarecrow
I ain't playing this bullshit no more
So I whip out the nigger play the double-four
Best tell my ass how to get back
Or I'll blow the straw out your fucking head
You wanna see the wizard?
Fuck yeah, I do
Get me off this pole and I'll come with you
You know the wiz
Yeah, its the road for him
Then he gave me on a 'gene
Now I gotta bullet for him
So me and the crow was walking on bricks
Spitting and cussing and holding our dicks
Thinking, damn, this ain't how the movie goes
I ain't seen one motherfucking rainbow
Ain't a fresh pair of kicks in the land
Just what you thought, there go the tin man
How to get to the wizard?
What the fuck
I ain't saying shit until you oil me up
I don't see any motherfucking oil, bro
Oil me up with a forty of Red Bull
Huh, just like the book said
Tin Man was stumbling like a crackhead
Old-ass rusted out metal
But we was on our way to see the wizard of the ghetto
"Somewhere over the rainbow"
(Shut the) fuck up, bitch
***GUNSHOTS***
Damn, this ain't Kansas, ho
This is the southwest motherfucking ghetto zone, bitch
So pick your skank ass up
And you and Toto get the fuck on
Yeah, we've come a long way
Drop the motherfuckers all the way to Del Ray
And I'm a wonder land story book tourist
Gripping that .44 we coming up to the forest
Anything could be out there
Lions, tigers, maybe a bear
Hoods and hoodlums and theives, oh my (3x)
I'm a kick somebody in they fuckin' eye
Don't fuck with me at a time like this
I'll send out a bullet guarenteed won't miss
So I just move and the hooks are flying
You've come and buck with the fucking lion
I want rings, chains, any kind of gold
Or what?
Or I'm a let this nine unfold
Man, fuck this, come back to Del Ray
There you can rob motherfuckers any day
Crackheads, hoes, whatever you can name
Catch all the rich ones coming out the ball game (yeah)
So finally we was at the castle
And with the guards, we got no hastle
They all just got the fuck out our way
I guess even in Oz they know of Violent J
Interlude
Yo, where's the motherfucking wizard stay
Who wants to know? Violent-psychopath-J
I wanna word with him at gun point
Cuz there's no place like Detroit
Welcome to the wizards kingdom
The Wizard of the Ghetto as its said
Welcome to the wizards kingdom
Sorry, motherfucker, this is where you'll stay
Scarecrow, you ain't shit to me
And the lion ain't shit but a snack for three
Tin Man, don't take me for a sucker
I'll chew your ass up and spit bullets out, motherfucker
We let it rain,
Seventy-nine slugs to his fucking brain
Then I stepped back cool and calm
Cuz the Tin Man was dropping cluster bombs
Everybody know about car jacking
So me and the fellas went home macking
Jumped in a smooth-ass ride
Drop top Geo says "Wiz" on the side
Gripped it back to the hood where we came from
And that shit was fun
Next thing I knew I was back at the party
Got up and was finning to tell everybody
But I just let it pass
Cuz I know they'll laugh at my drunk ass
7) Guts On The Ceiling
Oh, you'll never guess what's up
My mucking head blew up
My chins in an old man's backyard
I gotta sneak threw his yard
To find the fothermucker
And he's gotta pitbull dog
And it's sitting on my chin like a frog on a log
I throw a bone to try to distract
Cuz I'm wanting my chinny-chin-chin back
I'll never be one to boast
But there's my tongue hanging off the lightpost
Cuz my head exploded
And my brains unloaded
All over this beautiful city
Teeth and bones to the nitty gritty
There's my eyeball stuck to the wall
Right next to my splattered jaw
I don't dig this game
Chasing my brains all through the sewer drains
My head's all over the block
Cuz I done went lunatick-tock tick-tock
Come on, dawg, what's wrong with my head?
It blew apart but I still ain't dead
I get no respect
I got nothing but guts hanging off my neck
But still chilling
Even with my blood and guts all over the ceiling
I'm chillin', I'm illin'
With my guts all over the ceiling
Oh, you'll never guess what's up
My mucking back blew up
If you come across a spine
Best believe it's mine
Oh, forget about my tongue
Cuz vato can't breathe without no lungs
I lost both of mine
Now that's an item that I wouldn't mind to find
But forget about dat
Cuz I'm roaming the streets with a splattered back
I'm trying to rap to this freak
But she can see my ribs all in the street
Then the chit-chat went dead
She noticed that I ain't got no head
Shhh, I think I hear my heart
But damn, it got hit by a Smark bus
And landed in Pontiac
So I tell my mellow to send it back
Come on, wined and my back blow up
Look for my guts, look for my guts
I gotta call from Nate the Mack
Says he might of found part of my back
Then bring it on over, ace
I got slabs all over the place
But I'm still chillin'
Even with my blood and guts all over the ceiling
I'm chilling, I'm illing
With my guts all over the ceiling
You'll never guess what's up
Ahh, I'm down on my luck
Got no head
Said I got no head
Southwest ghetto zone
It done fried my brain
I'm chilling, I'm illing
With my guts all over the ceiling
8) Is That You (w. Kid Rock)
Violent J, Violent J, is that you?
I'm on the microphone, so what'cha wanna do?
Violent J, Violent J, is that you?
A wicked, wicked clown painted just for you
I drink Faygo it's only a buck-ten
I'm a pour it on your tits when we fucking
Cuz I'm with that kinky shit, ho
I can see you butt-naked in your window
Shimmy up the house side dash
Now I'm gonna press my nuts on the glass
Let me in, ho, don't ya know
I'm Violent J of the ICP, yo
I got me a checklins cashing
If I could spend it with the hoes I'm crashing
But don't get all geek slut
Cuz I'm a buy ya some lava to wash your butt
What's this clown shit about?
A knife to your neck and your throats hanging out
With a do-me-ray
Now it's about time I say
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
Yeah, let me tell ya what I wanna do
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
Yo, Nate, Yo, Nate Woohoo!!!
Frontin', they frontin', everybody's frontin'
Violent Violent J is gonna tell ya something
If ya know a bitch who got grits
Kid Rock, Kid Rock will probably eat that shit
Boohoo motherfucker what'cha cry for
I'm that nigger that your bitch would die for
The whore showed up at my front door
So I fucked her in the ass and I threw her out the back door
The bitch thought it was a cake drive
She said drive me to the city, so I dropped her off at lake side
You driving me home, well I meant ta
But plans have changed so get your ass on the centar
Ho, this ain't no taxi
I be mackin' hoes, they don't mack me
Never slacking, hoes I be macking
Kid Rock, Kid Rock
Never slacking, hoes I be macking
Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit
The funk, the funk from the old days
Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit
The funk from the old days
Well, I'm up for the shot in a minute
Show me a valley, I might yoddle in it
Like somebody else I know
I been to Mount Plen as I've been to Romeomeomeo
Wicked clowns gonna flow for ya some
Three for the treble, eight for the drum
Five for the homies that I run with
Bitch, call your mother cause you're done with
Toe tip-toe, I snuck in your house
And fell asleep butt-naked on the front couch
So, excuse me, pops, I'm napping
So could ya shut the fuck up with that yapping
And your wife's all worked up for nothing
She act like she ain't never seen a wang or something
Cuz it really don't matter
I'm a show my nuts to innocent bystander
Every fucking day
Cuz it's about time I say
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
Yeah, let me tell you what I wanna do
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
I just said it was motherfucker
Skinny dipping in the pool, you know I drown hoes
Fuck them doggie style and play that ass like a bongo
Hit it, hit hi-hit it
Hitting homerums and never wimp, ho
Smoke my dick like it's a big spliff
This ain't a blooper and I'm no joker
But I can shoot a nut 50 foot like a super soaker
But I won't pull it out for a cheap joke
Instead I play John Holmes in a sequel to Deep Throat
Taste the nut in your mouth, just to school ya
But ho, don't let the smooth taste fool ya
Don't let the smooth taste fool ya...
9) Night Of The Axe
Shit, I can't fucking take this
All this fucking pressure, I'm dying
Make me go motherfucking crazy
I got all these motherfuckers
Every where I go
They gonna come down on me
(Background: Why don't you get a job, man?)
Oh no, here they come, man
Stop it, man, stop it, man
I can't fucking take it, HAHAHAHAH
Come on, man HAHA HAHA
There's no ouhahahat
Showed up at your high school prom
With an axe in my motherfucking palm
And I jumped out the first date swinging
Necks and backs went flinging and a toe
I went psychopathic
Choping throats with a hatchet
Cuz they try to get me
So I took a head with me
Ran down the hall butt-naked
If you gotta life I'm a take, huh
Cuz I got it going on
And I broke to the female john (AAAH!)
Motherfuckers think I'm sick
You ever seen a bitch take a shit, fuck dat
A lot of dookie-ass beef
Cuz female shittin' is news to me
Climbed up the fire escape
How many lives can one motherfucker take?
One life, two life, three life, four
Throw me a mach 10 I'll vow to take more
Fifty lives coming out, eighty
Fuck this, I'm finna whoop this lady
Tied the bitch up to the lightpost
Slapped her in her face cuz I'm psycho
Beat her down and beat her up
......Fucking slut
So bitch make me wonder
Kicked her gut and left my number
Call me, fucking nympho
Then I threw her out the window
Broke and I climbed up a tree, guy
Came back down, I don't know why
Straight up insanity
Damn, if it ain't a family
I hope they come home soon
Cuz I'm waiting in the bedroom
I'm gone and I ditched the ride
And left the dead Wilsons inside
Jetting and I'm hopping fences
Finning through like my man in Caline, Texas
Cuz I'm psycholistic
You look once and you missed it
Look twice and it caught your eye
Me, beating the shit out of some guy
With a bag of bricks
Impressing them dirty-ass sewer chicks
A club, though, you can't trust
Should of known when I jacked the bus
Fourteen passengers riding it
One naked psycho driving it
And we go and grip it
And they're be no slipping
Cuz I'm thinking the worst
Shit like woman and children die first
Make you shiver
When I drove that bitch in the river
Everybody dies
Only me survives
Innocent fucks is what I want
So I'm heading for the restaraunt
There's always gotta be a hero
But I can't be stopped with silver bullets
Or a wooden stake
It's your life I quickly take
Don't talk shit, I take 'em
Take your life, take your life
Coppers and choppers persue
The boys in blue, the whole caroo
I do what they never think
So I'm heading for the 18th precinct
Cuz when they finally call it quits
I'll be there to cut their necks
And that's what I did
I hate a fucking pig
I get a job at the Donut Shop
Just to poison the cop
Cut-o-pathic
And I'll fuck you up in a straight jacket
Cuz they finally got me
Broke my legs and shot me
But I'm still laughing
Cuz of what happened on the night of the axe
On the night of the axe (just psycho)...
AAAH!!!
10) Psychopathic
The ghettos of America are breeding grounds
For the criminal minded
As for years they have killed one another of
And America has enjoyed its creation
But now these ghetto-minded criminals
Have crossed the line into your neighborhood
And will soon give you a taste of the hell
That they have lived for so long
So pops, this time its your son gets shot
Deal with your own creation
Well, I've been to the storm house and then some
Payed me dues but I'm still a street hoodlum
Dropped out of school cuz I couldn't find my locker
Stubbles on my chin, I got hair like Chewbacca
Might see me sleeping on the street
Don't look for a job cuz there's no jobs looking for me
Then it all went to my head
Next, forty-nine motherfuckers dead
Tell the pigs I did it
Place spot at your back
And beat you in the head with it
And keep your bitch in place
Or I'm a send her ass home with a foot print on her face
Uh, I'm hating sluts
Shoot them in the face, steb back and itch my nuts
'Less I'm in the sac
Cuz I fuck so hard it'll break they back
All the pressure's packed into one nut
I was waiting on a bus and my head blew up
And the sight'll make ya sick
Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic
Psychopathic
Thought you know bitch
The ICP is made up of psychotic
Demented psycho clumsy motherfuckers
And we'll put a hook on your bumb leg
Like it ain't nobody's business
So I'm standing by the train tracks
Then you see me running but naked with a battle axe
I'm swinging and slicing and chopping and cutting and..
Aah, until I'm nothing
Seems like I always get beat down
Like the hawk turned to the wicked clown
Tail turned out to the ghetto cuz
Southwest Detriot is comended one's home
So you might see me at a festival
Cussin', rude, and scratching my testicles
With a cold two-liter in hand
Rapping to the bitch at the french fry stand
Take it to the Patent Park
Then I'll make a sexist remark
Cuz they're all eventually bitching
Serve me fucking take your ass to the kitchen
Police don't like me it's obvious
Just don't look in the trunk
Or the sight'll make you sick
Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic
(theme from "Halloween")
Yeah, I've always been a psycho
Psycho-psycho-sick-psycho-sick-psycho-psycho
I'll throw rocks at stray dogs
Build crackhouses out of Lincoln logs
I cut class, said I was a faker
You was in school, I was home watching Green Acres
Now I'm all up in your face
You can barely hear the rap with all that bass
I'm running with a southwest street gang
And I never let my southwest meat hang
Cuz you know what ICP's all about
Take a brick off the street
And bust you in the mouth
Find the girl's daddy's rich
And his sweet little angel's my sewer freak bitch
But I filled the turkey up with the stuffing
Like Billy Bill say, "a bitch ain't nothing"
Grab her by the arm and break
Grab her by the life and take it
And, ya know, the sight'll make ya sick
Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic
Psychopathic
11) Blackin' Your Eyes
Filled your head with lead
Cuz I want you dead...
Girlie girlie bitch
You fucking freaky bitch
I knowing what you think
You think your shit don't stink
Take you out to dine
And dine and wine and dine
I tell you you look fine
Then we fuck till I break your spine
Bitchy bitchy ho
We fucking on the floor
We fucking in the bed
Then I'll shoot you in your head
You never make me cry
Before that bitch you die
Wicked clown sadistic
Sadistic psycholistic
I do like Nate the Mack
And club ya in the back
I'm not like other guys
I'm quick to blacken your eyes
Tommy son take off your coat I'll make you feel at home
Then take out my billy club and go upside your dome
Bitchy bitchy ho
You fucking freaky ho
You have a can of mace
I'll shoot you in your face
I grab you by the neck
And rip that shit out
Don't think that I'd hit ya
But I'd punch and stomp and kick ya
You wouldn't hit a lady
What bitch! What ho! BITCH!!!
You told me that you loved me
I thought that shit was true
But then you sucked on my boy's dick
Until his balls turned blue
Freaky freaky trick
Take your fucking pink
Suck or fuck or what?
Nasty nasty slut
I guess love is the word
You act like you ain't heard
I'm not like other guys
I'm quick to blacken your eyes
Bitchy bitchy ho
You fucking freaky ho
I heard you gotta neck
Why, uh, why don't you let me, uh
Why don't you uh
Why don't you let me break it, bitch?
I think I heard a ho
A helpless drunken ho
Someone tell me so
Do I hear a ho?
Bitch, get in the car
Then I'll take you to the bar
But I took her to the alley
And kicked her with the balley
Stomped her in her face
Her chicky chicky face
You took my heart and bit it
So I took your lip and split it
You took my life and crushed it
I took your head and bust it
I take your leg and break it
I take your life and take it
And bitch it's no surprise
I'm not like other guys
Take it, take it, take it
Cut off your head and bake it
And bitch it's no surprise
I'm quick to blacken your eyes
Tommy son take off your coat I'll make you feel at home
Take that razor to your throat, I'm from the ghetto zone
Bitchy bitchy ho
You fucking freaky ho...
12) Never Had It Made
First I was born young and healthy
I told my mother one day I'd be wealthy
Can't forget my first day at school
Got stabbed in the head with a pencil, but it's cool
Get my education
A job and a family, a good reputation
And what about grade two?
Got shot in the neck and the bullet went straight through
But I'm packing a textbook
Don't fuck with me cuz I'm going to grade three
Thank god it's lunch in a minute
Bit into my hot dog with a razor blade in it
And it cut my tongue off
But I know how to multiply so what's up, boss
Finally had to step out
I dropped out of school when they ripped my neck out
Who knows where the road led?
Seen a man with a breif case and no head
So I'm like fuck that
Show me a quarter and an ounce of crack
And I'm straighter than a fucking lightpost
I sold a lot of crack but I bought the most
Now I'm a basehead down on my luck
Roaming the streets and got hit by a Mack Truck
And thrown about a block
But I'm thinking nothing but gimme a rock
Holding my sign I'll work for crack
With my old-ass E.T. shirt on my back
And I'm sleeping in the gutter
Right next to Jam Town's mother
I'm eating dead rats in the street
I keep on checking for own heart beat
Now I'm weighing at a buck-o-five
Twitchy little neck and I'm barely alive
Got my first taste of life in hell
I ate a dead, shh, but don't tell
Excuse me, sir, can you spare some change?
I'll cut your face off and eat your brains
You know all about me
You act like you ain't seen penatentuary
Spitting and cussing and you know I'll piss
With these iron braces on my fucking wrists
And I'm heading for the slammer
Serial killer, all on the camera
First day, they broke my back
Next day, they broke my neck
Third day, they broke my leg
Fourth day, they broke my head
Swallowing kept on trucking
But there'll be no fucking
That's strictly for the soft
Seen a freak in a week and my nuts fell off
So I'm finna escape
How much shit can one clubno take?
"Stop, fool. Stop or I'll fire"
Shot me off and I fell in the razor wire
I'm all tangled up, cut cut cut slit slit cut cut
You don't love me, I really don't care
Tie my ass up in the electric chair
I got no family, I got no friends
I pray to God that my life ends
They thought that they had killed me
They took me to the morgue
I'm just a little stiff that's all
Like a board
I lay there in my coffin
Just chill and wait and chill
But then I jump out knife swinging all about
And motherfucking-mother-mother-mother-motherfucking kill
I used to wonder what life's about
Until it chewed me up and spit me out
Your ghetto created a psycho nut
Not just psycho psycho nut
Now I'm living in the walls of your house
And I'll die there and lay and rot like a dead mouse
I'm packing a sickle
I'm on your roof and I'm playing the fiddle
You want me in a straight jacket
Cuz when I see a throat, I'm a hack it
Where I'm at? What's my name?
Somehow, somewhere, I got hit by a train
And it ripped my legs off
Huh, nothing but a minor coft
You can't get me
I swing from a tree
Shouting and cussing and shooting at me
Everybody's end make two cents
A branch broke and I fell on a picket fence
I'm stuck and they're coming to get me
Rip myself off and I took my lungs with me
I'm stuffing them back in
Fuck! They won't go back in
Now my life's gettin' dense
Cuz my heart's still beating on a wooden fence
They shoot me up and down
Thinking thinking thinking clown
Wicked wicked wicked clown
You wanna know all about a wicked clown
I never had it made...
13) Your Rebel Flag
Stop the bus, Violent J comes out
Barrels to your chest
And blow your lungs out
Motherfuck a fucking hick
I'll kick you in the mouth, swell your fucking lips up
You swallow them teeth when I do
And me and my boys will run a train on your Felma lip
Then break her fucking back
Goddamn bigots ain't all that
So I'm a cut your brain out
Reach in and pull your spine out
Welcome to the carnival show
You're invited, you and your bitch Flo
And the wicked clowns gonna jeck
Cut your lights off and if you crawl back
Don't step to the city folk
Bitch, that's how you got your titties broke
So get back on your ardvark
Don't let me see a bigot coming through Clark Park
Cut his neck with my good blade
Thirty-four years old, still in the third grade
Yes, speaking on others
Look at your hootnannyass motherfucker
And your Billy Bitch hey
Fuck both ya and your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag (8x)
"Been down south you can't tell me"
Hillbilly hillbilly hillbilly
Uncle Willy acting illy
Old bitch cooking up fiddles
That fuck on the porch playing the fiddle
You know I'd love to show you that ghetto style
Take you out back and throw you in the shit pile
Life in the inner city
I'd whip your ass, but you're all shitty and funky
Like the pigs you eat
Picking that shit off them yellow feet
Don't step or so much as cough
Or I'm a shoot you in the back until your chest falls off
What you say ain't always hype
So I'm a slap you in the face with a lead pipe
Teach the kids what pops taught you
And he's a funky-ass bigot too
Fell short other do respect
Don't speak when I slap you in your red neck
Fuck all that bullshit you stuck on
Get back on your mule and get the fuck on
Don't look back, I'm a hit ya
Take that red neck bitch out with ya
Spit on your rebel rags
So fuck you and your rebel flag
Wilbur - I'm a cut his neck
Haus - I'm a break his back
Guber - I'm a stab his face
Jed - I'm a slit his throat
Felma Lou - I'm a fuck her in the ass
"Hillbillies listening down south"
I'm up and I'm headed for the south
Finna blow a round of buck shot in your mouth
And blow the back of your fucking neck loose
Hillbillies run a rhyme like a headless goose
Cuz you try burning down my cross
That's ready racist hick named Haus
You sleep in the barn and you fuck your horse
Break to the head, put your back on coarse, yeah
But ya know I chill
If I don't flex on you, the others will
Straight folks in the south won't have it
They put a round in your racist ass quick
The coolest south team up with the north
And blow that bigot off his fucking horse
So put away your goddamn twine
Cuz I'm a cut your pipe and take a little moonshine
And drink it all up
Barrels to your face and blow your fucking head off
Keep on gunning cuz of what they said
Punk, I'll put a slug in your bald head
Scalp a skinhead quick
And your greasy-ass triple Klan ain't shit
Zip you up in the bag
And I'll shit on a motherfucking rebel flag
Yeah shit on a rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag...
Wilbur - I'm a cut his neck
Haus - I'm a break his back
Guber - I'm a stab his face
Jed - I'm a slit his throat
Felma Lou - I'm a fuck her in the ass
I'm a stab that motherfucker in bitch ah!
14) Ghetto Freek show
Ghetto freak show...
It's three o'clock in the morning and you're sleeping
Wicked clowns in the moonlight creeping
Slide through your window under your bed
Crawl in through your ear, eat your head
Bumping into bones cuz I need light
Tip-toeing down through your windpipe
Climbing down your spine was the fun part
Looky looky and I think I see your fucking heart
Uh huh so I'm stabbing like it ain't nothing
Wicked clown cut his way out your belly button
I'm like a vulture waiting in a dark place
Swooping down and I'm picking at your dead face
I'm sick but you don't know the whole deal
No one ever loved me and they never will
Bitch, I take you out on a blind date
But then they find you dead under a wooden crate
Rapped in a bag deep in the woods
Cause my mother always said I was no good
Locked me in a closet, fed me dog shit
Well, I'm out now, so motherfucker watch it
The insanity's grip will never let go
Here's your chance to a glimpse of a ghetto freak show
I'd rather be dead...ghetto freak show...
I'm a freak show coming to your house
Standing at your porch, chewing on a dead mouse
I'm looking like a fly so you swat me
Keep chasing me even though you got me
So what you wanna do to a ghetto thug
First you starve me and feed me them fuckin' drugs
Turn me into a wicked, wicked cat
I'm coming to your house, so catch ya catch ya clown
Gotta have a fucking throat, hatchet once, hatchet twice
Gotta have the governor, the richer fucker, pay the price
Driving with your woman, that's sweet
Never even know I'm in the back seat
Chat chit-chat about the weather
But then I slam they fucking heads together
Is it jealousy, they never loved me
So now I'm ripping out your guts and it's ugly
I'm trapped, don't wanna be a rich man
Not a poor man, I need my own land
Because the rich man be stressing all the dumb stuff
They cut there fucking wrists if the grass ain't green enough
Right there in your face, you can't tag it
Just found out your son is a faggot
Dick-sucking, butt-fucking homo man
If ya stressing then you better talk to mojo man
Insanity's grip will never let go
Here's your chance to catch a glimpse of a ghetto freak show
I'd rather be dead...ghetto freak show
Ahaha, Violent J, the Ghetto Freak Show
He's still alive
The ultimate amazing freak show
Is here on the Carnival of Carnage
Line up and see him
Lived years in the slums
And he's still alive to tell about
Line up and see him
He's nasty, he's disgusting
He's filthy, he is a freak show
And you can see him live at the
Carnival of Carnage
You, young man
You look like you could use a viewing
Of a good freak show
Line up, bring your sister, your brother
And see the ghetto freak show
Violent J is still alive
15) Taste
The time has come for the blood to run
In the streets paved with gold
We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long
And like animals we kill each other
With a hatred for others
We must move into the suburbs
And punish the rich for their ignorance
And the horror of death that is a part of our life
In our neighborhood
And give them a taste of the same
And when we kill the government's children
The streets smell of death
Maybe then they'll see our situation
In a new light
And put an end to the chaos in the ghetto
Put an end to the killings
Heard thoughts going on in the free world
Broke out the asylum and killed a girl
Drink it all up just to get it on
Cuz I'm a be cutting throats till the break of dawn
Can't nobody get me
I've always been a psycho but now they coming with me
That's straight to Wit T. Mark
Cuz I believe every throat deserves a good cut
Look in my brain, it's fucking insane
Roll around naked in the acid rain
Rich bitch fucker, took me for a sucker
Now we killing you instead of killing each other
Walked in his house, shot him in the mouth
Lean back the head and pour the brains out
My lyrics are strong, it's only a song
The government from the ghetto don't know what's going on
I'll take the matter into my own hands
Cut ya down, can't cut ya down
Cuz I know the rich go jogging
And I'm waiting in the bushes axe to the noggen (come on bitch come on)
About thirty, forty times
Psychedelic sick with a psycho psycho rhyme
Thought you'd keep the killing in one place
But I'm at your door, motherfucker have a taste
Fucking you up, won't let you pass
Fucking you up, shot you in the ass
Jumped out the alleyway with the motherfucking battle axe
Throwing dead bodies on the motherfucking train tracks
I'm sick of this shit on my TV
They're showing psychopathics and I see me
And you're calling me a homeless hobo
While I'm laying on my sway couch listening to mojo
Snipe you in the head from a tower
Or chase your naked ass clean out the shower
Finally catch you down the block
Take this here gat and shoot you in the cock
Who you fucking with governor E?
Don't you know I hang your dead ass from a tree?
Yup, then swing you by the foot
Mister jumble-looking bald-head punk bitch
Stroll to the banquit party
Drank all they brew, then shot everybody
They set it up wrong
Created the ghetto and thought it wouldn't last long
Thought we'd kill each other off
Never thought we'd come to the suburbs, jack off
The clown will stick his knife in your face
Motherfucker, have a taste
In Detroit, doing time, time be done
With a number of solutions cuz we're nothing but wicked men
Too many motherfuckers have I known threw the years
Got their necks blown out or crippled in their fears
And I'll tell you cuz I've been in many skolds
By the years cuz I'm drawn by the vision of the iron fist
Raised by the crime with nothing to eat
So my natural instinct is to kill in the streets
But I'm above that my central caution
Jump Steady stepping over the governor's brainwashing
Take it take it further take it take it far
Don't even let them judge you cause you know who you are
Seems like they don't even know about the inner city crime war
Money on the troops in the desert what the fuck for
Damn, that's stupid, their minds must be failing
Think I'd rather pay a little extra to the gallon
To save a human life or two
End this ghetto war for the homies that I once knew
You're peeping out the bomb with your closed eyes
You're peeping out the bomb with your closed eyes, ho
I have a mind killer rage waiting for change
In the folds of my jacket, crate of my gauge
What'cha gonna do when I show up at your place
Try and ignore it this time, motherfucker, have a taste
You need a spoonful, in another words, a little taste
So let me feed you the city at a rather steady pace
Wake up to gunfire thinking it was a dream
Until you hear neighbors hollar and a young child scream
Everyday thing, think you can take it
Just wait till you see the crackhead at your front door, naked
Beggin' for money acting like he knows ya
You slam the door in fear, but someday he'll show ya
Catch ya at gun point range you're getting jacked
"Come up with it, bitch!!!" now you don't know how to act
But that's life inexperienced is a mother
Happens everyday, one after another
But the suburb living is high class
Well, high class, lemme see you trade with our ass
And show you the rough times
Hungry homeless people committing crime after crime
And bitches coming to pipe for dope
Then they run to rock solder, buy some rock snow
And I hear you're making fun of that
ICP, what's up E?, get your bats
It's time for you to crack some necks
If they don't know now, show them what to expect
Because it doesn't matter the race or the place
Capitol E, giving the inner city taste
We had it from Birmingham, Cross Point, and Beverly Hills
I thought you knew because we in a devilish mood
Guess who's rolling with the ICP
The black devil coming straight from the deep
I'm heading out to Birmingham, attempt to even burn a man
Looking for the governor to kill a man I think I can
Violent J, don't go away, cause I'm gonna getcha
And if you're standing in my way, I'm gonna wetcha
The black devil, that devil ya don't know
Gettin' more pussy than Bel Biv Devoe
Hey man do you know my name
Esham with Nadas not Soul Train
So gimme mine cuz it ain't about black and white
It ain't about wrong and right on Devil's Night
I'll burn a cross in your fucking face
Now homicide's gotta new case
So gimme a taste...
Just a little taste, just a little taste
Have a little taste, have a little taste |
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