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Riddlebox
1) Intro
2) Riddle Box
3) The show Must Go On
4) Chicken Huntin'
5) Toy Box
6) Cemetary Girl
7) 3 Rings
8) Headless Boogie
9) The Joker's Wild
10) Dead Body Man
11) Lil' Somethin' Somethin'
12) Ol' Evil Eye
13) 12
14) The Killing Fields
15) I'm Comming Home
1) Intro
"Eh, man, fuck that bitch. I'm sick of that whacky 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!! (screams) 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 was in store for you
Deep with the mighty Riddlebox
The joke's on you, hehe, riddlebox
Hahahahahahahahahaha
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 who chose
The express route, one way
Straight down the spiral twist
To the Riddlebox
The joke's on you, hehe, riddlebox
Hahahahahahahahahaha
Hey, what's up, motherfucker
This is Shaggs 2 Dope
Congratulating you on opening the box
The Riddlebox
It looks like you received your prize
The cost, what it cost
Was your ass, bitchboy!
Hahahahah!
The joke's on you, hehe, riddlebox
Hahahahahahahahahaha
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
Ohhhhhhhhhh!
Hey yo, check it out man
ICP's back in the haugh man
Violent J, man
2 Dope, man
Wicked clown, man
Fuck yeah, man
Hey, quick, hurry up, bang
Open your mouth cuz 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, juggalugalocolicky
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"
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 Del Ray's almost got my ass kicked
Rather just chill in the yard in my casket
Call up the hoes, have em 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 freak show, they called me the Pogo
I could make my ball sac 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 clown
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 threw 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
You ask do we gangbang, do we bang in a gang
Do we bang bang, I'm a gangbanger, man
I bang in a gang, man, you can suck my wang, man
Richie boy, richie boy, it's a southwest thang
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
4) Chicken Huntin'
Well, I'm heading down a southern trail; I'm going chicken huntin'
Chopping redneck chicken necks I ain't saying nothing
To the hillbilly stuck my barrel in his eye
Boomshacka boomshacka hair jumps in the sky
Why I never liked chicken pot pie?
Or the chopped chicken on rye?
So tell Mr. Billy Bob I'm a cut his neck up
Slice, poke, chop chop, stab, cut
What can you do with the drunken hillbilly
Cut his fucking eyes out and feed em to his Aunt Milly
Willy Willy chicken neck, chicken hunting gotta love it
Hit him with the twelve gauge bucket, chicken nuggets
Laid out all over the grass
Then his little hound dog will eat em up fast
Last as long as you can my man
Cuz when that chicken head hits the fan, you got
Blood guts fingers and toes
Blood guts fingers and toes
Blood guts fingers and toes
Sittin front row at the chicken show so...
Who's going chicken huntin
We's goin' chicken huntin'
We's goin' chicken huntin'
We's goin' chicken huntin'
Cut a motherfucking chicken up, right!
Let me get a chicken sandwich with manwich
I'm finna wreck on a chicken neck
Chopping up Hilly and Billy Bob Billy
Cuz I chop motherfucking redneck silly
Peeked in his yard and what did I see
I seen a chicken boy fucking a sheep
I say "Mister Mister, what the fuck you trying to do"
"Ah, Billy Billy Billy 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 clickin
Blow off his head but his feet still kickin
Last as long as you can my man
Cuz when that chicken head hits the fan you got
Blood guts fingers and toes
Blood guts fingers and toes
Blood guts fingers and toes
Sittin front row at the chicken show so...
Who's going chicken huntin
We's goin' chicken huntin'
We's goin' chicken huntin'
We's goin' chicken huntin'
Cut a motherfucking chicken up, right!
Went to Kentucky, I got lucky
Met this hot-collared bitch named Bucky
Riding on a chicken, milking a cow
Hittin switches in a drop top low ride tractor plow
Redneck fella, moonshine sella
Hang him by his neckbones, chicken bones
Locked in the cellar, yellow belly chicken plucker
You redneck fucker!
Who's going chicken huntin
We's goin' chicken huntin'
We's goin' chicken huntin'
We's goin' chicken huntin'
Cut a motherfucking chicken up, right!
5) Toy Box
"Ooo, I like this toy. Watch it go. Uw...wait!" (gunshots)
"We're sorry the person you are calling is dead"
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, went 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 harty-harr, right boys and girls"
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 slinkies, we got slinkies
Only mine like to wrap around your face
And stretch, twist, kazoom
And whip your body all over the fuckin 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 em under your bed
That's how you get an axe to the forehead (oww)
And don't let em sit around all day
Come home and find you mom, dead in the hallway
Cuz they can be nifty
All the toys are shifty, haha, in my toy box
"Woooowee, that sure sounds like fun!"
That's not a toy, hey, wait a minute
Don't fuck around, homie, 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 fuckin 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."
"Oh, I love this record."
6) Cemetary Girl
"Tonight, tonight, we gather the dead. (tonight, tonight)
Tonight, tonight, off with your head."
She was lovely, long hair, short, nice figure though
So at the funeral, it made me cry, watch her 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, he 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 see 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
Yeah, she needs me, I can tell my baby wants me
Cuz every night at 2:15, my baby haunts me
I prey 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 chew on cuz my baby is already dead
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
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
"Fuck yeah, motherfucker
I don't want no stuck up
Little sassy rassy bitch
Ya know what I'm saying
I want me a cold stanky bitch
So bring it on, dead momma"
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 crack, 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 chew on cuz my baby is already dead
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
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
Check it out, bitch!
You aren't getting stank, skank
Get your asses shoveling
Then you'll want a lil somthin somthin
Them cramey 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 chew on cuz my baby is already dead
7) 3 Rings
"Is this on?"
"Gather round 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 enduldge yourself
In our own twisted amusement of
Another's misfortune
Yes, ladies and gentlemen
Enter our three ring show of freaks"
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 out of all y'all bitches
Which is why you don't invite mine to your parties
Just cause I don't look like everybody
I guess they're bunch of richboys, bitchboys
Scary, bula!
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 out of my back
I guess I'm just another freak show thing
And now they got me in the three ri-ii-ii-ing
Three ring a ding a ding ding
People love to point and stare
Three ring a ding a ding ding
It's the same as everywhere
Three ring a ding a ding ding
People love to point and stare
Three ring a ding a ding ding
It's the same as everywhere
Ring two, how do you do?
I'm Shaggy 2 Dope, chicken-faced bitch, who?
You don't try to front ho
Try to play me out just cause I'm running with the sideshow
Or maybe it's the leg growing out my neck
But don't jet baby, heh, not yet
I'm popping in like a pound of lead
Black n blue, his next roll and drop me on my head
Oh shit, I knew I had to fuck up my circuits
Cuz when I was two my momma left me at the circus
Abandoned at the carnival with the freak shows
Like bad boys, hermaphrodites and old man crow
But then I escaped to the ghetto zone
Started a crew of my own, motherfucker, I'm not alone
So don't be stickin your finger in my face stank
Or your stomach might receive a shank from the...
Three ring a ding a ding ding
People love to point and stare
Three ring a ding a ding ding
It's the same as everywhere
Three ring a ding a ding ding
People love to point and stare
Three ring a ding a ding ding
It's the same as everywhere
"I certainly hope your enjoy yourselves
Here at our three ring exhibit
But to be honest I really don't see
What's so fucking funny about it
These fucking people are real!"
Ring three, 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
Yo, I'm a nerd word, I drink from the bird
Have Snake woman kick my love to the curb
She busted into my tent, now I'm fucked
Had the fat bearded lady in the buck, uh
Fuck that, bitch, suck that
I was born with a wang but I never had a nut sac
Just two balls hanging with no protection so
I move real careful and slow
You can call me a weirdo, call me a freak
Call me Don Knots cuz I'm getting on it every week, uh
So come see the carnival and threw me your change, bitch
I chill with the three rings
Three ring a ding a ding ding
People love to point and stare
Three ring a ding a ding ding
It's the same as everywhere
Three ring a ding a ding ding
People love to point and stare
Three ring a ding a ding ding
It's the same as everywhere
"Well, that's it
I hope you're satisfied
I hope you had a good time
You fucking heartless bastards
You saw what you wanted
So grab your fucking kids
And that fat flop 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 your
Fucking lips in a couple times
You'll be sittin up here like a bitch
And we'll laughing at your folded ass
They'll call you lumpy
After I done put knots
All over your fuckin forehead
Yeah, hey, hey little boy, come here
How'd you like it if I tied your neck in a knot
You fucking little bitch
Come here, I'll shove that
Fucking corn dog up your ass
Get the fuck out of here
Show's fucking over
Get the fuck out of here
You fucking heartless bastards"
8) Headless Boogie
It's Friday night, dark, scary
Lonely, walking through the park, cemetery
And its foggy, cold and smoggy
Hear a dog, a howling doggy
I'm scared, should of brung the shotgun
Should of, would of, but I ain't got one
So 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, nore to hide but the grave bit
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, sounds, bass
DJs spinnin with maggots on they face
And what I saw next then really took me
Uh, they did the headless boogie
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)
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)
"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"
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 (blam!)
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
Drinkin 'cisco disco dead wine
Dead stiffs coming through the door
Head, speakers, 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
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)
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)
"Hey yo, fuck that voodoo moshing, bitch
You come and freak it with the real dead juggalos
So come on by and we'll cut your nugget off
So you get grave dancing!!!"
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)
9) The Joker's Wild
"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."
"Hey, motherfuckers
Get ready for the killer show of this bitch
We gotta cop, we gotta judge, and we gotta redneck
So step the fuck up and play the Joker's Wild!"
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 fuckin 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 Jokey, 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
"Tell me who killed 17 people and later ate their dead bodies?"
"Jeffrey Dahmer."
"No, the correct answer would be your mother. Shaggs?"
"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!"
You like big money and prizes, don't ya
You'd probably kill for a big prize, won't ya
Ya little bitch, it's your turn to spin
Free money, now spin again
Oh goody, the 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 em 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"
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 knuckle, wicked clown style
Anything goes on the Joker's Wild
"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?"
"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"
I got my yellow suit and my purple tie
Somebody's gonna die, oh my
It's Mr. Thompson, my next door neighbor
Always bitchin, yellin 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, cuz I just can't fuck around
BONUS ROUND!
Oh shit, the end of the game
Bonus round, we goin' out with a bang
You gotta chance for money and prizes
You gotta chance at death, too hahah
So get ready, I'm coming at'cha fast
Your chance for freedom at last
Four questions, so are you ready, Jack?
"Uh, I think so", load the gat
"The cop in here?"
"Eats butt."
"Yes. The square root of two?"
"Uhhh..."
"Correct. Nutsacs don't belong in?"
"Butt cracks"
"Right. Richboys eat?"
"Caviar."
"No, the correct answers bullets." (gunshots)
"Oh geez, this is Bink Chipperwink saying so long till next week folks
See ya later, goodbye"
"That's it, go home (aww!)"
10) Dead Body Man
"This is a Channel 7 news breif because the news is happening now."
"Hello, Morque Perkins reporting. Our top story tonight, police and
investigators are still trying to figure out how and why somebody
stole 4 dead bodies from the Wayne County morgue late Monday night.
Police say, the apparent body theif 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 4 dead bodies anyway? Details at 11."
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 em in the house, throw em in the oven
Wicked clown lovin that dead body gloven
Tastes like chicken finger lickin deep fried
I ate a dead body, but don't tell, I lied
I just ate my first dead body last week
Still gots the finger nail 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 'gainst 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
"We got bodies, dead bodies
We got fat ones, skinny ones
Males, females, hermaphrodites
We got somebodies, we got nobodies
Bodies, bodies, bodies, woo!"
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 cuz 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 kickin the bass
Chillin with my freaks and I'm picked her face
Maggots and bugs like to crawl on her head
Cuz my bitch is dead, I'd rather that instead
Than a ho you can't trust, always diggin 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
"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!"
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 (just 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
11) Lil' Somethin' Somethin'
"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?
"Now, stop playing dumb, you dizzy cunt."
Hey baby, I heard you like to freak
Then come out to play with me
Hey, what's up, I'm new in town
I work for the circus, Shaggy the Clown
Anyway, ole 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
I wanna bitch whose down to fuck right away
And even does my homies if it's okay
A little bitch that's down for a quicky
I love 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'll stay
I need a girl who just don't give a fuck
So, I'm caught strokin' 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
Hey baby, I heard you like to freak
Then come out to play with me
Hey baby, I heard you like to freak
Then come out to play with me
My name's Violent J, so I can't fuck around
Who's the dirtiest bitch in the whole town
There she go, she workin' 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 butt-cheeks clap, haha
Why wait around till she gets married
Cuz I'm ready as long as the neden's hairy
Tootsie-tootsie pumpkin pie
Looks like ya 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 need a girl not afraid to bone
Even if her mommas and pops is still home
And if her daddy suddenly walks in
He just might see me my nuts on his daughter's chin
Everybody in the hood says that you're easy
You look a little cracked out, a little sleasy
You're a basehead, baby, you ain't shit
I'm still down if you down for a lil somthin somthin
A lil somthin somthin
Hey baby, I heard you like to freak
Then come out to play with me
Hey baby, I heard you like to freak
Then come out to play with me
Bitch let me hit, I won't be long
As soon as I nut, I'm gone
Bitch let me hit, I won't be long
As soon as I nut, I'm gone
Hey baby, I heard you like to freak
Then come out to play with me
Hey baby, I heard you like to freak
Then come out to play with me
Hey baby, I heard you like to freak
Then come out to play with me
12) 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.
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, they 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 ragged big and dripping
I was trippin, 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, mesmorized me
Traumitized, paralyze, 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
I'm killin Ol' Evil Eye
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 foresight, with what simulation I went
to work. I was never kinder to the old man. Then during the whole
week before I killed him.
A day gone past as I heard about jail
Men up in the slay, cuz I don't fuckin play
Anyway, I gotta do him in
That I was to reborn and put the silver bullets in
I plan on bucking one right through his nugget
Now my drawers with the bucket, I gotta 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
Oh, 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 the eyelid and kick it in
He's gotta die, I want his eye buried in my backyard
I'm killin Ol' Evil Eye
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.
Evil Eye
Ol' Evil Eye
13) 12
"Wake...
Revenge is mine
12 people will die tonight"
Now I look and then 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
Die!
You're gonna die...
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
Die!
You're gonna die...
Time...
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
Die!
You're gonna die...
I'll be back for all y'all...
14) The Killing Fields
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 roof tops
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
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 in 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 cuz when you die, you're coming to the killing fields
"What shall that be? What shall that be? When that fine moment
comes. When the curtains are drawn, the windows are shut, the
doors close, and you've written what you've written, you said
it, that's it. What will you look to be? What about it, mister,
when you've had your last beer. You laughed at family and
laughed at your little wife. She begged you not to go out to
that bar."
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 em out your skull, and go for self
Now in the summertime, it's like a whole 'nother 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've had your big time of lust and sin and filth. What is
the end going to be when you realize that time is up? You've
crossed the finish line going in the wrong direction. What
shall it be? What about it, ya man? When you spent your life
in a few years time? You're burned out shell at 25 years of
age. What shall it be? What about it?
You could go to hell (what shall it be?)
Come, come on down, down (you're going to the killing fields)
15) I'm Comming Home
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!
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 Velarick, 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 clockin dunkets, never hang out with the rich
I'd rather hang out with the crooked at the party store, bitch
Give me codey, dawg, with a little smog
Cuz 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
Cuz all I wanna do is hang with the zombie
In the zone, break out with the Faygo, I'm coming home
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
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
Caught her passed midnight and I'm waking up the dead
Then we playin 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 hoes 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
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
And I'm coming home, chicken chicken bones
Sugar prom 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
Crawl in the slum that's where I'm from
Murderers and slaughterers, so that's what I've become
Spare a little change cuz I just ran out of gas
Reach for your quarter and I'll stick your fuckin ass
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
(9x)
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 |
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