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Forgotten Freshness 1&2
Volume 1:
1) Hey Vato
2) Dead Pumpkins
3) Fat Sweaty Betty
4) Willy Bubba
5) Graveyard
6) Fuck Off
7) I Didn't Mean To Kill Em
8) Southwest Strangla
9) Santa's A Fat Bitch
10) Wiching Hour
Volume 2:
1) Mr Johnson's Head (remix)
2) Clown Love
3) Hokus Pokus (remix)
4) Red Christmas
5) House Of Wonders
6) Mr Rotten Threats
7) Piggy Pie (old school)
8) I'm Not Alone
9) 85 Bucks An Hour
10) Halloween On Military Street
11) Dog Beats
12) Mental Warp
Volume 1: 1) Hey Vato
If your nuts hang
And you bang with a gang
Then tell me are you down with the clown?! (HEY!!)
Hey, bitch boy!!
What ya doing around here you little bitch?
Don't you know you are clown girl bitch boy?
Forks up, forks down, we all got clown love bitch face!!
Hey what's your name? (Richie) Bitchy?
You down with the clown bitchy?
You better run your little
bitch ass home, you little punk ass bitch!!!
Smell the air that makes you sick
Psycho sick, psycho sick
In due time, it get's inside your brain
Psycho sick insane
Who's to blame for what they've done?
Ain't the one, paint the gun
I'm the Juggalugalocaroni
Besta leave me aloney
Some will say I'm in a gang
Gun do bang, nuts do hang
Like the wicked jokers down river
Quick to cut your liver
Sometimes bangers end they doom
Boom! Boom! Boom! sha-lock-lock-boom!
I'm the other gang that's the offender
But you best remember
It don't matter which you pick
Cause they sick, psycho sick
Now I'll cut your richie ass, up, bitch
Cause they got
Much Clown Luv
Hey Vato!!
(Yo fuck) I guess you don't know!
Never come around here!
Hey Vato!!
Yeeeaah, bitch!!
Its all about clown love
Much Clown Luv
Hey Vato!!
(Yo fuck) I guess you don't know!
Never come around here!
Hey Vato!!
Yeeeaah, bitch!!
It's all about clown love
If your nuts hang
And you bang with a gang
Then tell me
Are you down with the clown? (HEY!!)
Hey, I like riding on your daughties
Drinking 40's
At clown parties
Then I go back home to sewer drains
Call me shit for brains
I'm the joker junkie hobo
Fuck a bozo, pack a bobo
Watch me balance on telephone wire
Psycho's setting fires!!
Caught me naked in a tree
Was it me?
I-C-P
Yes, I sing in a rock and roll band
"Hey dude, what's up man?"
B-B-B-B-Boo had to scare ya
Rip and tear ya, cause how dare ya
Come to Fadio like you's the fuck
But now you get's the buck
Buck! Buck! Buck! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gang! Gang! Bang!
Ghetto slang
Better ask someone about Violent J
Hey!
I got
Much Clown Luv
Hey Vato!!
(Yo fuck) I guess you don't know!
Never come around here!
Hey Vato!!
Yeeeaah, bitch!!
It's all about clown love
Much Clown Luv
Hey Vato!!
(Yo fuck) I guess you don't know!
Never come around here!
Hey Vato!!
Yeeeaah, bitch!!
It's all about clown love
If your nuts hang
If you bang with a gang
Then tell me are you down with the clown (HEY!!)
Wicked town, wicked clown
Let's go ride the Murder Go Round
Luna-tick, Luna-tock
Beat you with a cinder block
Bitchy ho, bitchy bitch
Smack you cross your fucking lips
Jugglers say talk to much
I'ma nail your mouth shut
I am sick of what you said
Swing my axe upside your head
Place the barrel in your mouth
Blow your fucking toncels out
I'm a mime, watch me go
Stu or Franky, bitch ass hoe
I drop rhymes, make quick bucks
And your daughter sucks my nuts
Battle no jokers wild
Yeah I said it, wicked wild!!
And I'll cut your richie ass up
Bitch
A lot of
Much Clown Luv
Hey Vato!!
(Yo fuck)
I guess you don't know!
Never come around here!
Hey Vato!!
Yeeeaah, bitch!!
It's all about clown love
Much Clown Luv
Hey Vato!!
(Yo fuck) I guess you don't know!
Never come around here!
Hey Vato!!
Yeeeaah, bitch!!
It's all about clown love
If your nuts hang
And you bang with a gang
Tell me are you down with the clown (HEY!!)
Hey Vato!!
(Yo fuck) I guess you don't know!
Never come around here!
Hey Vato!!
Yeeeaah, bitch!!
It's all about clown love
Much Clown Luv
Hey Vato!!
(Yo fuck) I guess you don't know!
Never come around here!
Hey Vato!!
Yeeeaah, bitch!!
It's all about clown love
Much Clown Luv
Hey Vato!!
(Yo fuck) I guess you don't know!
Never come around here!
Hey Vato!!
Yeeeaah, bitch!!
It's all about clown love
Much Clown Luv
Hey Vato!!
(Yo fuck) I guess you don't know!
Never come around here!
Hey Vato!!
Yeeeaah, bitch!!
It's all about clown love
Much clown love....
Volume 1: 2) Dead Pumpkins
J, do you have a Halloween story for the class?
Ye-ye-yeah, um there was this boy and he lived in his house and um,
he went to bed one day and then when he woke up um,
and when he woke up he was, he was buried up to his head in the dirt and um,
he couldn't move and this man came walkin along
but instead of the man helping him out
the man just started kickin him and kickin him in his face over and over
and then he got the lawn mower and then he......
Trick or Treat bone appetite.
All the little kiddies runnin down my street.
Gathering candy treats door to door.
But they walk pass mine, what for?
Probably cuz the pumpkins on my porch are real.
Real human heads carved out with steel.
Cut out the eyes man it takes but a minute.
Rip out the b-b-b-b-brains and put a candle in it.
Maybe they leave cuz I take 'em inside.
Come and meet mother, 2 years ago she died.
Little boys laugh cuz they think it's just a dummy.
But then the smell hits 'em, mmm, smells yummy.
Open your bag and I give you my treat.
Crusty yellow toes off a dead woman's feet .
Take me by the hand and I lead you down stairs.
And that little Jimmy is were you'll spend the next 7 years.
Staring and weakening chained to the wall.
Starin at a roach hoping it will crawl.
Into your mouth for a tasty cuisine.
Yes my little friend, it's the Dead Pumpkin Halloween.
Ahhhhh yeah, it's that special time of year once again.
So come to the pumpkin patch and bring your panty sacks.
So I can shit in 'em you bitch.
Well I love all the children but I can't fuck around.
Don't come to my door dressed as a clown.
Cuz you never know I might take it the wrong way.
Cuz I'm the real wicked Jugalocaro Violent J.
Follow you around but I love my Halloween.
You never get an apple or a purple jellybean.
Droplets of chocolate a licorice snack.
Instead you get a deep friend french poodle nutsack.
Looking out my door I see no children in sight.
Perhaps there all dead, yesterday was devils night.
They burn down the city and they leave the crispy chard.
I light myself on fire and dance around my back yard.
All the pretty girlies I can see were your at.
Sitting on your window I can turn into a bat.
Watchin you remove all your little clothesy's for bed.
I crashed through your window and land on your head.
Drinking the blood that has gone through the bone.
Now I must leave mothers calling me home.
Up to the moonlight I'm gone from the scene.
Peace to Detroit city, and have a Dead Pumpkin Halloween.
Yeah I'll snatch your little candy bag.
Only I'm a tie it around your mutha fucken neck.
And choke you with it wicked clown style. Ha ha fuck.
(Detriot's in this bitch.)
Trick of treat, trick or treat
Watch as the dead man walks the street.
(Check it out mutha fuckers yeah,
Wicked clowns in this mutha fucker,
Detriot's in this mutha fucker)
Volume 1: 3) Fat Sweaty Betty
Why dont you go into the next room and start getting undressed?
What's your pleasure? (x2)
Fat Sweaty Betty, the bitch ain't nothing new
Her moms used to babysat me back when we was two
We'd go to the playground and to the skating rink
And we'd go under the bleachers and she'd let me hit the stank, well uh
She moved across town and never came back
Until the other day, I seen her at the Chicken Shack
She said her name was Betty, I can't believe this shit
The sexy little girl is now a fat sweaty beeitch
She said, "Hey, J, tell me how you've been?"
She had a piece of chicken gizzard stuck to her chin
I told her, "Hold still," and flicked it off her face and said,
"Betty, oh, Betty, what you say we leave this place?"
I took her back to the crib and hit it all night
I let my fingers run across the rip of cellulite
EWW! It was nasty, but I don't let it bother me
She rolled over, fucking knocked the wind out of me
I couldn't breathe, she wouldn't stop, I'm almost dead
I took the lamp, and bust it on her fucking head
We got dressed, I gave her a little kiss goodbye
Fat Sweaty Betty, My fat sweaty pumpkin pie
(Chorus x2)
Fat Sweaty Betty
Tell me when you're ready
Big fat slop of shit people call Betty
Flabs of fat on her back, her neck...sweaty
Boogers running down her nose all over her lips
Can't tell the difference from her titties to her hips
But fuck all that, 'cuz I wanna see the neden
I had to see the cat, the cheesey cheena cheden
Rode my bike to her house, "Hey yo, Betty lemme in
I'm packing some snack cakes, bitch lemme in."
I can hear her coming down the stairs
She opened up the door in her motherfucking underwears
UUGGHH!! Shit, fuck that I'm turning back
But no, the door shut, and shes going for the cake snacks
I said, "Relax, hoe, I'm here, I'm on business
you can have the candy, first you gotta wait a bit
I need a favor, come on, Betty, drop them draws."
AHH!! I knew it, Betty had balls
Oh, no, here comes that ass
From the top of the dresser with the yokazuna splash
I wish I never came, oh boy do I wish
See Fat Sweaty Betty, the sweaty fat bitch
(Chorus)
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
I know you like spaghetti
I know you like spaghetti
So tell me when you're ready, baby
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
Tell me when you're ready
Tell me when you're ready for a cheeseburger, pizza pie, TV dinner, chicken
baby
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
I gets it all, I gets it all for ya, baby
I work at Farmer Jack on the dinner floor, baby
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
I bring it home, I cook it in a microwave
I feeds it to ya, just let me get some stanky skins
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
'Cuz I don't care, I wanna hit the cellulite
I hit the cellulite for a turkey meal delight
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
'Cuz I don't care, you know I'm not afraid to cook
Take off your shoes and let me lick your dirty foot
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
I'll rub you down, I'll rub you down the right way
I hear a buzzer, apple pie's in the microwave
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
I work at Farmer Jack, I work at A & P
And yes I do, my heavy baby wanna be with me
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
Ya wanna be with me, ya wanna be with me
Ya want some chilli cheese fries in a ?-?
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
You gotta wait, wait 'till the time is right
Let me count the purple bubbles in your cellulite
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
You want some Burger King, you want some Hungry Jack
You want some jelly beans, you want a scooby snack
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
You want some Dominoes, you want a Milky Way
You gotta kick it to the sugar daddy Violent J
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
You want some Lucky Charms, you want some mashed potatoes
Let me hit the skins now and I'll feed you later
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
Because I know, I know you want a Lunchable
Something crunchable, something munchable
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
How 'bout some Taco Bell, how 'bout a pizza slice
How bout some chicken fingers and a bowl of Minute Rice
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
Volume 1: 4) Willy Bubba
Ok class please settle down now
I'd like you to meet our new student
Ah um, Willy Bubba
Willy is from Kentuky
Welcome Willy I'll be your teacher
My name is Mrs. Felbee
Well I dropped out of school but I still hand in the halls
So there I was you never guess what I saw
Maybe a chicken, I thought it was a duck
But it was a redneck fuck, so I walked up
Hey Willy Bubba, Hubba, Bubba, Lubba
My name is Violent J but my homies call me chicken pluka
I been down witht the clowns sence day one, it's day two
I guess I got some plukin to do
In these parts we tie you tot he desk
And all line up and take blows to your chest
Fist to your chin, kicks to your head
Last year we killed a kid dead, haa, oh my fault
Walked into school theres hay in the hallway
Leadin to your locker
Walk up and sock ya
Then bounce your head around the classroom and act nutty
The teacher walks in and asks everybody
Who kicked Willy Bubba's ass? I did!
Did you do it right here in the class? Sure Did!
Did you punch him in the face?
Did you slap him in the mouth?
Did you kick him in the forehead?
Yup! Yup!
(2x)
Willy, Willy, Bubba, Hubba, Lubba, Dubba, Dilly
Tell me why you talk to silly, bitch
You sound like you came from the land of the biggots
Jolly your dickens, the land of the chickens
I guess you in season, I'm packin me a 44
Barrels to your head,
and blow your face out your ass hole
Pow! Bitch I'm Shaggy 2 Dope
I'm commin for your kid folk
You get your chin broke
And don't cry, and run to the teach
She can't understand your redneck speach
If she could, she wouldn't do a thang
She's my bitch and she loves to suck my wang
You in trouble Bubba, you better run quick
You too slow Willy, cuz you a fat bitch
I caught up and got my hands all bloody
Teacher walks in and asks everybody
Who kicked Willy Bubba's ass? I did!
Did you do it right here in the class? Sure Did!
Did you punch him in the face?
Did you slap him in the mouth?
Did you kick him in the forehead?
Yup! Yup!
(2x)
Ahh, check it out
Lets play Willy Bubba
And kill the Willy Bubba
(8x)
Volume 1: 5) Graveyard
Graveyard
I C P the wicked clowns and Project Born
Serial Slaughterin mutha fuckas in the graveyard
Tick to the mutha fucken tock
Nigga the click from Project Born and ICP are here to rock
Nigga trippen in the graveyard
Just don't try to play hard
It will be your ass up on the black one
Pullen carcus J will be the Barrier
2 Dope will be the Carrier
And Project Born is Sworn to put a bullet in your darier
It's time to wake the dead and dead and move
And then they woke up a lot of souls
And hope to hell with the Nitty folk
Cuz I be dreamin I'm dead and gone
And on the fucken tooth I miss
Mr. Nitty took two to the head tryin to be hard to get you there
And I'll be able to put you there
Punk ass nigga do your hair six mutha fuckas will cary you there
It' will side your fate, if I'm movin I be hurtin ya
I'm puttin on way to much drinks so it is curtains for ya
Bitches I'm a blast and the bitches are never after
These punk ass thinks he's tryin to throw the casket on the masta,
I'm fasta. You should of tried to beat me to the ticker yo
I don't give a fuck if Mr. Nitty bein hoe
Don't risk your neck from the brother on the bullet yard
G-r-a-v-e-y-a-r-d it's the graveyard
Stop into the graveyard been chillen here for days
Workin the graveyard shift diggen up all the graves
Sellin all the stiff to the Dead Body Man
Wakin back to life so then I began to ran
The decrepid mutha fucka was followin right behind
I don't know what to do, I think I'm losin my mind
Right then the corpse came jumpin out a tree
Way out a tree, and fallin on top of me
Back on my feet, as I began my face
Put my hands around his neck and tried to put it in a brace
But I know, thats not how the shit goes
His head poped off and started nibblin on my toes
I got dead bodies to the right
I got dead bodies to the left
I thought the cary one, but what about the rest?
Tie me up with some veins dragen me into the tomb
I knew I had to be doomed
Cuz I can hear the loons in my head
It was dead, echoin through my brain
Tellin me somthin's wrong then I felt the pain
It was nockin down my flesh by the pound
Thats what happens when you be fucken around in the graveyard
Come to the graveyard now you see whats goin on
You scarder then a muther fucker shouldn't of brought your ass along
Ain't no place to hide, and really no place to run
And plus I pack a bible, a shovel, and a shot gun
Don't you point your fingure though ICP don't ride a hurse
You think it's over no, but now it's gonna get much worse
Deadly sour paid a gang, nothing else can fuck with that
See you wanna don't know what you got, you better duck with that
The dead will come alive and decapitate your fucken head
Now I gotta wake the dead
Sleepin on the death bed
Mr. Nitty gonna great the bitch, to you aint no bitch
I'm stealin for the broken hoe
Suck on my dick you rich hoe
Your daddy got a job and he treat me like a bum
But I'm a let his ass know, he can come and get some
And he ain't mean shit to me
Commin from the PJP The Project Born
Is slassin but you best be watchin me
Cuz I'm diffin graves, graves is what I'm diggin
I can't believe this shit, this niggas still livin
So why you gonna play hard?
Brother blow your hole card
And I'll go slap your ass with the shovel in the graveyard
My name is Violent J and I be sleeping in a coffin
Deep underground, never to be found
Then my body rots as I'm sleepin in peace
Cuz nobody dares to ever wake the deciest
But who is this mutha fucka knocken at my tomb?
Desturbing the worms that are trying to consume, my body
It better be somebody worthy, bastard, oh, it's the Ringmaster
Giving me orders to awake from the dead
My body is decade I need to find a new head
And a new leg, but then I'll be straight
To crawl from the dirt, and put in some work
One o'clock one thirty, two in the morning
Wicked Clowns ICP and Project Borning
At the graveyard I got the whole wide world in my hands
Cuz I'm the Dead Body Man
Wicked, Wicked Jokers, Wicked Jokers, Wicked Fun
Effle eye and T and Southwest become one
And in the name of the dead you got delt yet another joker card
Straight from the graveyard (repeated)
Suck on my nutz bitch
Straight from the graveyard (repeated)
Volume 1: 6) Fuck Off
Wicked, wicked, wicked bitch
Wicked, wicked, wicked bitch
Wicked, wicked, wicked bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Well it's on, it's on like neden hoe fuck
I'm 2 Dope and I'm fucken drunk
Walked into joint with my nuts hangin out my drawers
Yo, SUCK MY BALLS
All I wanna do is choke a bitch
Roll up a jiffy and smoke the bitch
I droped outta school when I quit my job
All I wanna be is a fat fucken slob
I don't care about none of you bitches
Shut the fuck up and drop your briches
Cuz I'm robbin a bank
So I don't give a fuck about what none of ya thank
When I do show I wreck the place
I run around and start kicked bitches in the face
Cuz I ain't nuthin soft
So you and your boys can straight, FUCK OFF!
Suck my nuts
Bitch fuck you (4x)
(Phone conversation)
When I was 8 I was on crack
I had Ms. Powtrain on the back
Fucken after school, every day
I turned that bitches neden hair gray, he he he
Cuz the Dope is all that
My mommas a witch and my dads a huntch back
And nobody could fuck with me
I used to drive a hurse to school G
With a stiff hangin out the back
Bitch you wouldn't know shit about that
That was one thing that I hate
It's always been hard for me to find a date
Cuz I sure was nice and neat
And I'm sticken them in the back seat
Cuz if you know the Shaggs ain't soft
If you don't like it you can, FUCK OFF!
Whats up? Violent J
The Southwest Juggala
You know what I'm sayin?
I walk into a bitches house walk up to they mom
Grab 'em by the face and say, fuck off!
Suck my nuts
Bitch Fuck you (4x)
I'm Violent J the mutha fucken blood sucken vampire
Please stom on my head cuz it's on fire
I got another funky rhyme so let me kick it
NAHH, FUCK OFF BITCH THIS IS MY RECORD!!!
I walk up lik a mental case
And start throwen left hooks at your face
I won't mix no rap with rock and roll
Like somebody else I know
Bitch boy you can suck my sack
After that you can kiss my ass crack
And them freaks, you ain't all that
Titties aint shit but sacks are fat, bitch
Cuz if you really wanna know what I think
I think your neden stink like a fish tank
So in the early cracks of dawn
Taken two fat sacks of shit and ghet the fuck on
Best leave me a dollar for Faygo, bitch
Or I'm a have to bust your in your fucken lips
Next time you think I'm soft
I hope you remember to, FUCK OFF!
Suck my nuts
Bitch fuck you (4x)
I'll say one thing baby,
when girls said you were a cucky-nepho-cunt,
She sure as hell wasn't kinding....
Well, that's it til next time bitch.
Suck my nuts
Bitch fuck you (11x)
FUCK OFF!
Volume 1: 7) I Didn't Mean To Kill Em
I didn't mean to kill him
Listen to me, wait
I was talkin to a fine ass date
Fat titties, poofy like, Pow
And she tellin me to come by, right now
Oh shit, I jumped in the wagon
No more lagin, I'm tagin
This bitch dead in the ping hole
Make me loose control
I showed up, I ring the ding-dong
Grippen my wing-wong, somethings wrong
Who's this? Not a bitch, but a dude
And he's tellin me to beat it, fucken rude
It's Jummy a man, a punk ass
So I threw a left hook on 'em, splash
Then I came back with a right hook, pow
He fell to the ground, I didn't mean to kill 'em
(What the hell did you do to Jimmy? Oh my god!)
Didn't mean to kill 'em kill 'em baby
Didn't mean to kill 'em and kill 'em baby (2x)
Oh fuck he showed up with a neck broke
25 to life, it's no joke
Don't die, bitch hang in there
I mean I really don't care, but come on
Move quick, I run to the hospital
Make sure he aint dead yet, shit
There he is chillen with a neck brace
With a look on his face like, eh
Come on Jimmy it's me your homey
I even poored a little brew in your IV
Don't die, oh your tryin to sleep
"Fuck you, your punches are week"
So bitch you wanna talk shit again
I jump up with a boot to the chin
Pull his lung out and start choken
Ehh, his necks already broken
He swung hit me with a bed pan
I was just makin sure you aint dead man
Fuck this, I grab a scalpul
And stick it down in his scalp, uh
Calm down, he's dead now, fuck
Here comes somebody, better duck
Gotta hide dead Jimmy, quickly
A 25 to 50, I didn't mean to kill 'em
(Oh my God! Jimmy! What the fuck?)
Didn't mean to kill 'em kill 'em baby
Didn't mean to kill 'em kill 'em baby (2x)
Jumped out the window, I drug him home
Jimmy's dead and I'm finna get the bone
If they catch me, ah the death chair
I don't care, theyll never find him here
(Ring) Jimmy will you get that?
What the fuck? He's dead, I'm whick whack
I'm nervous scared and skitzo
Ha, ha, ha, woo, ha, hello?
Yeah, listen here fuck nuts.
We're lookin' for Jimmy Bowels!
He's not here, uh yea-yeah he is...
This is Jimmy, uh I'm alive,
I'm not dead. I gotta go.
Oh Jimmy they bought it, he
They'll never know I killed his bitch ass
Fuck it though, Jimmy's my room mate
He doesn't even eat that much, and thats great
We just chill all day watch videos
Call dominoes and flick off his toes
Make 'em land in the fish tank, watch 'em sink
Let them sink, Fuck Off
I didn't mean to kill 'em
(Oh my God! You bastard! You killed Jimmy!)
Didn't mean to kill 'em kill 'em baby
Didn't mean to kill 'em kill 'em baby (2x)
Volume 1: 8) Southwest Strangla
Ahhh, make way for the lunatic
I wanna stop, I drive by the camp quick
I want necks 2 or 3 maybe more
To squeeze again, and again, and squeeze some more
I came up, walkin down Boulavard
Then this girl, she makes my nutsack hard
I don't know, what about my mental state
They might find a bitch dead, theres nothin else that I hate less
Hey man jump in, toots, hungary?
Well I got some, nuts
Oh shit, she's runnin on my wang
Then somethin goes, snap, bang
Eh bitch, ha ha, die
Her neck long, skinny like a french frie
So I twist, turn, tangle then I strangle
Cuz I'm the Southwest Strangla
I want necks, long, tall, skinny
Any ol' necks at all, if any
Jenny, Linny, Sidney, Sue
I want, necks, so I go to the zoo
I choke a Pelican, I did it right
I choke an Ostrich, long ass neck
But I'd rather be killen at the prom
I pick up my date, I get to meet her mom
Hello Miss I hurry home quick
All I wanna do is choke her neck a bit
Worry not, I bring the corpse back
I just wanna hear a neck bone snap
Why me? Hey I'm sweatin
Comosion, dillusion, confusion, psycho
All I wanna do is kiss you good-bye
Before I mangle ya
Cuz I'm the Southwest Strangla
I got the southside scared, cuz I'm weird
I was a freak in the 2nd grade I had a beard
I sit alone in the back of the art class
And draw necks with a big red dash
I never thought I'd be a lunatic
A descrase, a droped out mental case
I quit school, but I never left the hall
I grab kids and drag 'em in between a wall
Hear 'em scream, echo through the gym class
You hear me chokin bitches up in the wind shaft
They call me, The Ghost of the Bad Lands
But I'm really just a killa, with big hands
Allow me to squeeze your neck dear
Until your brains pop dead out your fucken ear
Burry them in my back yard
With a twisted spine broken bones
Cuz I'm the Strangla
Volume 1: 9) Santa's A Fat Bitch
Sleigh bells jingle-ling rin jing jingle-ling
Horses, horses, horses, horses.
Sleigh bells jingle-ling ring jing jingle-ling (gunshot)
Santa Claus suck my balls
Drunk as hell rinking bells at the malls
Dancer, Prancer, Dixon, and Qupid
I'm a get stupid, ha ha ha, eh
I sat around all night under the chimney
Holdin my sack like "gimme gimme"
I know that he's commin, he's commin he must
Lookin up nuthin but rust, dust.
Turn on my tv the very next day
I see your gettin payed leadin the parade
I'm that sniper on the buildin
Listen to my nine go click, Santas a fat bitch
Santa Claus is a fat bitch
(Santa Claus is a fat fat bitch)
Another year and I aint get shit
(Another year I aint get shit)
If I hear him land on my roof
(Ohh my undertaker)
I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth
Yeah I got somthin to say about St. Nick
Fuck that hoe he never brought jack shit
No toys, candy canes, just a lump of coal,
So I eat it, cuz there ain't nuttin in the cubbards
So I'll be quick, quick and brief
Alls I need for Christmas is my two front teeth
I got my teeth, kicked out my mouth
I need a few new ones could you help me out
Should of known I guessed I'd show not a steak
No kinda gift I didn't get shit
Some say I was bad but that wasn't it
It's all because, Santas a fat bitch
Santa Claus is a fat bitch
(Santa fuck you cuz your a hoe)
Another year and I ain't got shit
(Another year I ain't get shit)
If I hear him land on my roof
I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth
"Oh-ho-ho don't go that way Roudolf thats the ghettoo.
Ho-ho, those boys and girls don't deserve anything."
(Background:)
Slaybells ringling jing jing jingle-ling horses, horses, horses, horses
Santa Claus, Santa Claus where you been?
I see you got cookies and milk on your chin
I guess you had time to collect your ends
You always been down for your rich friend
But Roudolf, he don't bring his sleigh my way
Nuthin but dirt and coal for little J
I guess you couldn't fit down my chimney shaft
You need to loose some of that fat ass, eh
All the little rich boys they gettin payed
Countin the toys and duckets they made
Me? I got a little half little chunk of dog shit
I'm a kill that fat bitch
Santa Claus is a fat bitch
(He ate too much McDonals)
Another year and I aint get shit
(Mrs. Claus is a ho)
If I hear him land on my roof
(Slice that bitch in the big red coat)
I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth
For the neighborhood Christmas and everythings whack
Not a creature sturrin but a fuckin rat
I aint hearin jingle bells I aint hearin nuttin
Aint smellin no turky sure as hell aint no stuffin
All that I payed, wished and prayed
That fat mutha fucka would swing my way
Drop off soldiers and rubber ballz
But I woke up and found some crusty old drawers
Just as I knew it shaft again, and again, and again, and again
Every year I wake up to the same old shit....house
There be no sign of the fat bitch
Santa Claus is a fat bitch
(Santa Claus is a fat bitch)
Another year and I aint get shit
(Another year I aint get shit)
If I hear him land on my roof
(If I hear him land on my roof)
I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth
Santa Claus is a fat bitch
(Santa Claus is a fat bitch)
Another year and I aint get shit
(I aint ge-et shi-it)
If I hear him land on my roof
(Ro-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoof)
I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth
(record scratching)
"He's got a fuzzy white beard and a great big smile,
A bright red hat you can see for a mile,
A bag full of goodies and a great big grin,
Here comes Santa Claus again."
Volume 1: 10) Wiching Hour
We are gathered here today to mourn the loss
Of a punk-ass mutha fucker who thought he was the shit.
It turns out he was the shit, a piece of shit.
You see this yound hoolagon was afraid to die,
So he put his life on the line to gain respect in his neighborhood.
But the only respect he gets now is from
The maggots and worms that are snacking on his dead ass.
Life is over, death devour
Time has come for witching hour (4x)
Time for your family to dress up in black
Time for your coffin to ride in the back
Time for your enemies to laugh at your death
Time for the vultures to pick at what left
Time for your homeboy to find a new click
Time for your girlfriend to suck a new dick
Time for your brothers to fight over your car
Time for the world to forget who the fuck you are
Close your eyes, hold your breath, release the stress
Let it out theres nothin left cuz your facin death
If you see god send my blessings if he's up there
And tell that man how you spent your life here
Plus the rat and streat
Deasil smoke from the heat
And your feelin weak
Cuz the lead got you going to sleep
It's gettin deap
Know your peace
Cuz there gonna fuck your freak
In between the sheets
And the face they drop the leaky leaks
You hear some sirens think about who was firin
See your partner blury front his sport up to island
Holdin lots of faith want to survive to retaliate
Then comes the Reaper, it's the Grim Reaper at your door, but wait
Can you feel it? Pumpin on your inner spirit
Got you screamin out for mommy dearist
You wanna live, keep on twitchin must bitten
Time ticken is the hour for the witchen
Quick crying like a bitch, and die like a man...
MOTHER FUCKER!
Life is over
Death devour
Time has come for witching hour (4x)
Time for you to lay dead while everybody stares
Time for the reverend to front like he cares
Time for your body to rot in your tomb
Time for your sister to finally get your room
Time for your picture to fade on the wall
Time for your crew hang out at the mall
Time for your boys to meet hoes and kick base
You sit in the dar with maggots crawlin on your face
Bitches are backstabbers
Hold your red and friend bank rabbers
Reachin out just to get phatter
Throw stuff to your soon to be wife and your phat ride
Is in the back seat, catchin it from the back side
You wish you had some rum
Feelin numb
Were the noise at?
Loosin it, were my boy's at?
Halusinate so you gased it
From your soon to be bashit
Cuz you sliped and got blasted
Visualizin your good times
Ambulance 59 minutes later
Now your on the resperator
Need all the shit
Your loosin consiousness
Your mind flashin
And your phat ride crashin
Un-happy family
And it's costin, black roses
Bear on the concrete
Blunts in your coffin
It's all you get
A lost soul on a trip
Times up, Clock tick
Hour to be witched
Looking at my couchie,
it's about that time mutha fucker!
Life is over
Death devour
Time has come for witching hour (4x)
Time to sit and cry about the fact that your gone
Time to say fuck it, Nitro is on
Time for your people to clean out your place
Time for your love to go through your tape case
Time for your uncle to fell a little stress
Time for your step dad to give a fucks less
Time for the world to keep spinnin around
Even with you dead in the ground mutha fucka
Time for your family to dress up in black
Time for your coffin to ride in the back
Time for your enemies to laugh at your death
Time for the vultures to pick at whats left
Time for your homeboy to find a new click
Time for your girlfriend to suck a new dick
Time for your brothers to fight over your car
Time for the world to forget who the fuck you are
Volume 2: 1) Mr Johnson's Head (remix)
Sitting in the class with my head on the desk
Teacher's trying to talk but I could give a fuck less
I'm staring at the freak that I know I'm in love with
But she don't even know my name it's always been the same
I just lay my head down and drown in my spit
Nobody even notices I'm here cuz I ain't shit
I hear voices but I don't know what they saying
Sweat is on my forehead cuz my brain's inside decaying
And this bitch that I love probably don't have no idea
She's talking to her friends I'm in the corner and I see her
Something's happening but it isn't very clear
Sounds like a bell, sounds like an electric chair
Next thing I know walking in the crowded hall
So many different faces that I throw up on the wall
Some are yelling "sick" and the others stop and stare
But I don't care, I'm in a hurry going nowhere
See, my head is spinning cuz I'm lonely and I'm twisted
But I have a secret everybody missed it
Just a nobody and I think it's a drag
But I got Mr. Johnson's head in my bookbag
I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day
I didn't like the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag
I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag
(2x)
I wish somebody knew me cuz then they could say I'm wrong
But since nobody knows me I got it going on
I'm staring at the clock, I listen for the tock
I gotta couple food stamps folded in my sock
I must be a ghost cuz everybody walks through me
If I died in class they would probably say they knew me
Or they wouldn't care, they wouldn't even move
A dead body rotting in the back of the room
For weeks and months, stinking up the class
Until somebody noticed then they throw me in the trash
I can hear the teacher man talking about Columbus
He nothing but an old dead fuck with a compass
Ran up on a beach and threw everybody off
And then he claimed discovery and now we all applaud
I don't give a fuck to learn your uncle went to hell
I'm trapped in mind and my brain is my cell
But I have a key, it's called insanity
I stick in my brain to unlock eternity
I'm just a nobody and I think it's a drag
But I got Mr. Johnson's head in my bookbag
I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day
I didn't like the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag
I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag
(2x)
"Okay class, America is the land of the free. It is a land of demoracy.
A land without predious. And above all, a land of freedom. That's the beautifull thing about our country. We're all treated equaly, all races together as one. What is it Scott?"
"Mr Johnson thougt us this."
No, they can sit and front about it all day
But I left his fucking body in the hallway
And in the morning they opened up the door
And seen his motherfucking carcass laying on the floor
But they would never suspect me I'm just a nerd
I try to speak my word, it always goes unheard
I could chop my arms off and run around the class
I doubt they'd even notice, and if they do they laugh
Cuz they'd rather learn about redneck chicker
Who owned a couple slaves but I guess it doesn't matter
Fuck Washington, Benjamin, fuck em all ah
They can suck my nuts till they wood teeth fall out
And the class wanna know who could it be
But I'm like Dewey Boodie, you ain't never heard of me
I'm just a nobody and I think it's a drag
But I got his motherfucking head chilling in my bookbag
I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day
I didn't like the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag
I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag
(9x)
Volume 2: 2) Clown Love
Gangsters bangin, nuts straight hanging
Chillen in the allyway, signs straight beemin
Up in the air I hear they don't care
Get your mutha fucken melon busted for a stare
Luv pumpin through the heart, flowin through the veins
Pop a mutha fucka like it aint no thang
Blood shoot eyes from pufin on the bud
Let me see that rag, let me see that luv
Roamin through the hood top cut down
Car packed so full it's fucken on the ground
Max with the homies spitten on the hoes
Stop in the store for a cold 4-0
Grabbin on your balls, straight slanging stalls
Fuck the gang squad tryin to take me out my home
Check my neck and I got yours
Cuz roll with yourself and keep that clown luv
Throw your signs in the air
Whats that? I don't check, I don't care
Cuz I'm down with the clown everywere
Cuz much clown luv is in here (2x)
Hey homes what set your clame?
I'm in the rhymin game, wicked Clown Banging
I'm just a mutha fucka thats down for the cause
You can suck on my balls, unless you got clown luv
Put 'em up, throw 'em up
Let me see them mutha fuckas
Flip 'em up, flip 'em down, flip 'em around
Mutha fuckas mind all warped
From breathin all the smog
I'm all up in the shit, like if my name was frog
Damn I heard a shot, but I got luck
The mutha fuckas missed it's time to shoot 'em up
Here come the sirens I hear 'em gettin close
Here come the squad, it's time to get ghost
If you wanna stay you get beat by a pig
Fuck that shit cuz were I live
My boys got my neck and I got theirs
Cuz I'm true to myself, bitch
Clown Luv
Throw your signs in the air
Whats that? I don't check, I don't care
Cuz I'm down with the clown everywere
Cuz much clown luv is in here (2x)
Hey what the fuck you lookin at mang
My rag, my flannel, or the club in my hand?
Well here go ahead, take a closer look
Thanx for the wallet bitch
Give me them duckets, mutha fucken child
To buys doing other things like hangin with my mob
Crew got my neck, well push come to shove
Never sell out yourself, and keep that Clown Luv
Throw your signs in the air
Whats that? I don't check, I don't care
Cuz I'm down with the clown everywere
Cuz much clown luv is in here (repeating)
Volume 2: 3) Hokus Pokus (remix)
Serial Slaughterin' Strangulars,
Jugglin' Jugglin' Juggulas,
Fall-in, fat floppy titty freaks...
IC fuckin' P's in the Haugh!
Abracadabra, boom shaka day,
I'm Violent J, and I'm back like a vertebrae.
And I come with a hat full of tricks,
Trunk full of faygo, car full of fat chicks.
Ha Ha-Ha Ha Ha Ha-Ha-Ha, fuck you.
Wicked Clowns, we'd like to say what's up,
To the Cobras, X-men, and Counts,
And everybody with clown love,
Even sucks I never heard of.
Roll into town, and out with the big top,
Four cards down, and two more still to drop.
And when it does, I'd pack up and hit the road,
Cuz I don't wanna see your head explode!
Toss me an ax, and I'll toss you a dead chicken,
Add a buck, ya get a two liter wit' 'em.
And when the genie says on with the show,
It's Hokus Pokus Joker's, Great Milenko.
Once again, the psychotic carnival creatures in the house.
Hokus Pokus Joker's ride,
Come take a spin on a carny-ride
Southwest slithering snakes of darkness come out
Hokus Pokus Joker's ride,
Come take a spin on a carny-ride
Shazaam, Bam! Shaka-laka lokey,
Shaggy the clown back like scoliosis,
Call me a psycho-skitzo-freak,
And I'll call you by your name! (Dick Anus)
Cuz I could give two shits and a fuck,
I bounce down Frimmer in a popcorn-clown truck.
I'm a circus ninja southwest voodoo wizard,
I grab ya gizzard!
Jump on the carpet, let's take a spin,
Everybody's waitin' for the show to begin.
Up to the top, by the neck, and let ya go,
Try to land in a glass of faygo!
You suck! Ya missed the fuckin' glass,
Broke ya neck, and busted ya fuckin' ass,
But the genie says on with the show,
Hokus Pokus Jokers, Great Milenko!
What awaits you after death? Rub the lamp and explore.
Hokus Pokus Joker's ride,
Come take a spin on a carny-ride
Enter Milenko's funhouse. Walk right though the wrecked hall.
Hokus Pokus Joker's ride,
Come take a spin on a carny-ride
Rude boy and Chunky, down wit' the clown,
First time we ever went to Mexican town.
I remember, we couldn't pay the bill, they got hot,
And beat us down in the fucking parking lot!
Tall Jess, Jump Steady, and Nate the Mack,
Tagged ICP by the train tracks!
And it was on, the dawn of a new day,
Magical carpets creepin' down the freeway. (Die)
Walked in a gypsy's tent with a food stamp,
And walked out with a magical limp, yeah,
I met Milenko, he gave me three wishes,
That night, I fucked three fat bitches!
Stank, get the fuck wit' it, forget it,
I'll rip ya face off, and wipe my ass wit' it!
When the genie says on with the show,
It's Hokus Pokus Jokers, Great Milenko!
Climb aboard our magic train, and join us in song.
Hokus Pokus Joker's ride,
Come take a spin on the carnie ride.
City to village, hamlet to town, the show must go on!
Hokus Pokus Joker's ride,
Come take a spin on the carnie ride.
Clouds of darkness, and underneath them come the clown
Hokus Pokus Joker's ride,
Come take a spin on the carnie ride.
Fuck that!
Volume 2: 4) Red Christmas
Jiggle my mutha fucken balls bitch.
Insane Clown Posse back in this mutha fucka
Hey yo Violent J, whats up?
It's Christmas, time for a slaughter
Maybe your wife, maybe your daughter
It's midnight, I land my sleigh
Make way for jolly St. J
Climb down the chimny, for the murder
Dressed as the fat man everyones heard of
Shimy down, shimy down, what the fuck?
Somebody help me, I'm stuck
Now what to do? I feel whack
I got stuck in a chimny stack
But I hack, and shimmer on down
Santa Claus Clown
Can't fuck around, now
Livingroom, shhh, I creep
Tippy toes cuz they asleep
I pulled out the axe and slid down the hall
I got a gift for all of ya'll
Whats that? I better hide quick
Oh fuck, it's the real St. Nick
And he musta been taken a shit
But regardless, I better move quick, now
So I jumped him, Santa's no joke
Fucked around got my damn neck broke
He strap, he shot, he didn't miss
(Gunshots and ho ho ho)
I had a red christmas
"I'm dreaming of a dead Christmas,
The kind you'll never have again
Cuz if you have a dead Christmas,
That means your dead and thats the end"
Merry, merry Christmas you fuckin chump,
Seasons greetings loser, yo 2 Dope kick it!
Jack Frost nibbles, he but fuck that
I aint got a home so he nibbles on my nutsack
And my buttcrack, toes, and elbows
My nutz is froze, fuck you hoes
So I made a friend like me, a snow man
He was down with the clown like a blow man
Had a hat and eyes outta charcoal
And a pipe, we fill it with indow
Me and him sang songs in the snowflakes
He ate snowballs, I ate cornflakes
And we both would freeze are ballz off
I was there every time his head fallz off
I put it back on for him with a smile
He was my boy, made from a snow pile
Then the storm came, a blizzard
Snow, wind, ice, a blizzard
We pulled through we hid in an alley
The next day it was like sunny valley
He was meltin I was just fine
He got pissed and pulled out a nine
"If I'm gonna die you should come with me
Cuz we boyz" (gunshot) It hit me
Damn I'm dying, I'm dead he got his wish
And all I got was another red christmas
"Sighlent night, violent fight
Now I'm dead, one to the head
Christmas this year seemed so whack"
Happy New Year bitch boy
Hey, I got a New Years resolution
For your chicken ass mutha
To kiss my mutha fucken ass, Woo!
Jingle Bellz, Jingle Bellz
Jingle all the way
Ask your fucken mom bitch,
The ICP don't play, hey
Wicked Clown, Wicked Clown
Bitches drop your drawers
Don't talk back just suck my sack
And fiddle with my ballz
Yeah, ICP, Southwest for life,
Christmas time you know what I'm sayin,
Mr. Chris Cringle, you fat bitch,
Mutha fucka never gave me shit,
I'm a slap your across your
Red ass face mutha fucka, uh
Southwest down
Volume 2: 5) House Of Wonders
So there you are, your sittin there just kinda chillen
A richie boy, you look a little bit like Dillon
The 90210 bitch with the funny hair
So I'm a change a few things around here and there
Start with your eyes, I pluck 'em both out your head
And pull your ballz out your sack and stick 'em there instead
Then I'll stab off your toes and stick 'em in your noes
And pull the hair out your head untill your skull shows
Yeah I'm excited. I gotta fix you for the show tonight
But your lips man they need to look right
They could be a little fatter, even more
So fucken fat that your lip is draging on the floor
Tie your tongue into a knot and stretch it out
And tack a sign on it tellin what your all about
Set you up cuz now your ready. So open up the door
Cuz at the House of Wonders your the freak show
Carnival thrills
Carnival chills
Carnival excites you
Carnival kills
Ah, ooh, ah, oh
Another freak show
From the jagalagalo (2x)
So there you are
Come on in chicky wow, ain't you a pretty?
I think I'll start with the silicone that's in your tity
I pull it out, put it in your forehead and cheek
So now you look like the elephant bitch freak
Don't try to run chicky poo, I'm just gettin started
I beat your head in with the brick untill your half retarded
Remember the ugly girl you laughed at, at the prom?
Don't try to laugh now bitch you look like her mom
It came to Tuesday but it's starin at
I stuff you full of chilli cheese dogs and make you fat
Then I strech your fucken lips and stick em in your ear
So all the evil shit you talk, only you can hear
I shave you bald and glue your tity on the top
Then I spin ya on your nipple until you drop
Hey, almost read Jump Steady? Open the door
Cuz at the House of Wonders your the freak show
Carnival thrills
Carnival chills
Carnival excites you
Carnival kills
Ah, ooh, ah, oh
Another freak show
from the jagalagalo (2x)
(Mixed with chorus)
So there you are
Oh my God!
Volume 2: 6) Mr Rotten Threats
Um well J that was an interesting Holloween Story Um anybody else have another Holloween story they'd like to share with the class? I have another one Well you have just told your story J So what bitch, you sit here every day and tell stories I'll tell a story in this mutha fucka J See he doesn't want me to tell my story Cuz he know my story, it's about Mr. Rotten Treats All your parents know my story too They don't tell you about him though Long ago they all killed Mr. Rotten Treats They're scared that you'll talk about 'em, they're scared that He'll come back from the dead, they're all scared he'll cut your fucken ass
Welcome too, the other side
That's what they told me when I died
I was stabbed in the head Look what ya done did
All the blood led, one juggalo dead
It was a cold, dark, scary Holloween night
My neighbors and their people they didn't realy like me right
So they came and burn down my world
Just because I like to murder they boys and girls
It was the Holloween I never ment to harm no one
I thought you were supposed to murder it was all in fun
I see the monsters and the goblins I'm a killer too
But then they call me sick so what was I supposed to do?
I come back from the other side
I come for the people that took away my life
Trick or treat bitch, my dead body speaks
You tricked me now it's only right that you try my rotten treats
Trick or treat, trick or treat Watch as the dead man walks the street (2x)
Mr. Rotten Treats got all the good shit over here boys and girls,
I got balls freshly picked form Detroit's biggest nutsacks,
I got Milky bar with the delicious razor blade filling I got fudge freshly packed from the worlds rarest fudge packer
Must return to the other side
But not before I take these bitches on a murder ride
Murder go Round the dead body clown
Put the treats in your mouth, and swish it all around
Excuse me little boy, but is your daddy home?
Thank you sonny here's a little treat now run along
Hey buddy, you thought I was dead, man
You probably stuffed the fucken shank in my head
It was the Holloween I never ment to harm no one I thought you were supposed to murder it was all in fun I see the monsters and the goblins I'm a killer to But then they call me sick so what was I supposed to do?
I see you to the other side
Your buddies and your neighbors can come along for the ride
Weak bitches, you thought that you had me beat
But this Holloween I'm commin back with my Rotten Treats
Trick or treat, trick or treat Watch as the dead man walks the street (2x)
Mr. Rotten Treats runs this bitch, bitch,
I got Fried titty nipples, sweet acid drops,
sweet chocolate covered nipple nuggets
with the fresh creamy shit filling,
ask about my bitch she loves my cookie dough nut dribbles
It was the Holloween I never ment to harm no one
I thought that you were supposed to murder it was all in fun
I seen the monsters and the goblins I'm a killer too
But then they call me sick so what was I supposed to do?
Welcome to the other side (Trick or treat, trick or treat Watch as the dead man walks the street)
Volume 2: 7) Piggy Pie (old school)
Once upon a time, there were three little pigs who went out
Into the big world to build their homes and seek their fortunes.
The first little piggy, his house is made of wood,
He lives in a chicken turkey piggy neighborhood.
He likes to fuck his sister, and drink his moonshine,
A typical redneck filthy fuckin' swine!
I rode into town with my ax in my holster,
Everybody knows about the wicked piggy roaster.
The sherrif at the border, he tried to take me out,
I drew my ax with the quickness,
And cut his adam's apple out!
Walked in the village, and to the piggy's place,
He opened up his door, and shot me in the face.
It blew me off the porch, and blew my head in half,
But I'm a Juggalo, so it only made me laugh. (Hehe!)
Ax in hand, I rose like the dead,
And threw with all my might, I made a thunk noise in his head.
Since we out west, I grabbed a shotgun,
And blew his fuckin' tongue out the back of his cranium!
Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie.
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy cry.
I might choose a gun, (No!) I might choose an ax, (yes!)
The carnival's in town, come and get your freaky sex!
The second little piggy, his house is made of brick,
And this little piggy is a mutha fuckin' dick.
He lays down his rules and he reads you your rights,
In that funny looking car, with the little blinking lights.
I drive a volkswagon bug 17 deep,
Packed full of juggalos, lights out and we creep.
To the piggy station and lay on the horn,
First piggy out, we blow his lungs out his uniform
Now they in pursuit like Starske and Hutch
But theres only 2 of them the rest are out to lunch
They call up Dunkin Doughnuts to gather up the rest
25 piggy's with they bullet proof vests
Lead 'em on a chase, they busting off rounds
Now they all fucked cuz we at the carney grounds
And they gettin swallowed by they very own greed
Dark Carnival and Wicked Clownz cuz we need
Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie.
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy cry.
I might choose a gun, (No!) I might choose an ax, (yes!)
The carnival's in town, come and get your freaky sex!
Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie.
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy cry.
I might choose a gun, (No!) I might choose an ax, (yes!)
The carnival's in town, come and get your freaky sex!
The last little piggy, his house is made of gold,
He lives in a mansion on his own private road,
I started walking down it, the gaurd he told me wait,
I snapped his fucken neck in two and slamed his nuts in the gate!
Cuz this little piggy, must definatly die,
I'm a lop his nugget off and toss it in the sky.
And then I watch the moon take the form of the devil,
And pull it out the sky, and beat it with a shovel.
People in my city, they fighting for they meals,
He sleeps on a matress stuffed with hundred dollar bills.
A ritchie is the devil, he never will admit it,
So I'm a cut his hand off and slap his face wit' it.
Opened up his door, he's sleeping in his bed,
I grabbed a brick of gold and slapped it upside his head.
He begged for his life, I told him it's too late,
And tied his neck in a knot and watched him suffercate, cuz I need
Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie.
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy cry.
I might choose a gun, (No!) I might choose an ax, (yes!)
The carnival's in town, come and get your freaky sex!
Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie.
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy cry.
I might choose a gun, (No!) I might choose an ax, (yes!)
The carnival's in town, come and get your freaky sex!
Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie.
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy cry.
I might choose a gun, (No!) I might choose an ax, (yes!)
The carnival's in town, come and get your freaky sex!
Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie.
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy cry.
I might choose a gun, (No!) I might choose an ax, (yes!)
The carnival's in town, come and get your freaky sex!
Volume 2: 8) I'm Not Alone
Maggots can't fuck with the Shaggy
Cuz I got a crew, bitch
A crew like you aint never even known
Carnival freaks from the ghetto zone
All waiten for the day to put you in your place
I had the fat bearded lady sitten on your face
Bitch boy bitchy you might get hurt
Dead Carnival clown puttin in w-w-w-work
You think you the shit cuz you think you to the upper hand
But why don't you come and meet my boy, the strong man
And he'll grab you by the head and squeeze until it pops
And shake your motherfuckin neck until your head flops
Cuz I'm runnin with the beaoch your motherfucks
I'll make a voodoo doll of ya, and flick your nuts
See I was born because I kill like Carny Rukas
I came out the neden and started to choke ya motherfuckers
I leave the screw driver sticking half way out your dome
The worst part about is, I'm not alone
Chorus x2
Jokers and freaks deep in the night
Thought I was a nerd but ya picked the wrong fight
J-J-J-Jimmy cracked corn but they don't care
They bust ya in the mutha fucken head with a chair
I'm a nerd, and all the bitches call me a nerdy geek
And they would love to stick their thumbtacks on my seat
And they would throw their split balls at the class freak
And everyone of them bitches died in there sleep
Cuz I fuck around with books and the severed barn
Crystal balls, black magic and jokers cards
And that night just when I'm feelin lonely
The clowns come to my bed and juggle for me
So don't fuck with the Shaggs cuz I cast spells
And don't come cryin to me when your tongue swells
I'm hangin with freak shows, like Crab Boy, Snake Boy,
Flipper and Scab Boy
And a man who can eat his own fuckin face
And then shit it out and screw it back into place
If you don't think so you can suck my bone
Cuz I tried tellin ya man, I'm not alone
(Chorus 2x)
Well I like to hang with Tall Jess and Jump Steady
Nate The Mack , Violent J and Uncle Fredy
Chunky Mutha Fucky and Scott got my respect
But I really like to hang with old rubber neck
A freak show from the circus that you don't know
And I fucked the Lion Lady in the neden hole
And sometime she do an acrobatic flip on my nuts
And it feels so good
So tell your boys that they all a bunch of jump suckers
I walk around your neighborhood chokin motherfuckers
I used to be a fool but then the jokers got juice
Shit changed when I started hanging out with Zeus
And if you take me out you know I'm commin back again
With my homeboys Jack and the Cannon ManHe come flyin
out the barrel doin Mock 9
With his fist commin straight for your spine
Never fuck with the Shaggs cuz it's always ticken
I throw a curse and turn your ass into a chicken
So when you see me by my lonely in the ghetto zone
Mutha fucka better realize, I'm not alone
(Chorus 2x)
(old man)
Who's that (Jokers and freaks)
Who's there?
No, stop it
Ahh, I can't stand it
Ahh, go away
Leave me alone
No, no, ahhhhh
(Chorus 2x)
Volume 2: 9) 85 Bucks An Hour
Chillen at the studio
Chillen at the studio 85 bucks an hour
So hurry up and loop a beat, Mike, come on
I'm Violent J but my homies call me shit head
But thats my homeis to you I'm Violent J bitch
I put my boys on a track even though they suck
"Yo dawg I'm Dave and I don't give a fuck"
I did a record deal I signed a contract
Technically, for Island I can only rap
But fuck that, with Twiztid I'm a still spit
Even though I got a cold, and I sound like shit
What the fuck was that?
Fuck it, leave it in, the shit is phat
You hear the beat 80 times and it's still freakin
And if you notice my shit don't even rhyme
Look at that
I ain't even got a rap and it's still phat
My shit went gold, I got phat knots
And your still flyering parkin lots
You might say my vocals are up to loud
So I'm a turn 'em up louder just to piss you off!
Psychopathic records are geniusess
Get off are penises
Here comes the chorus, but I ain't got a no hook
Instead I'll just fuck with the phone book
Hello?
Yeah, uh Hairy Sacks please
Who's this?
Hairy, hey this is slim anus down at the canery
Uh, take shoot at the bulletin
Somethin about uh, you fillin in his slot tonight
down at the uh, garage we got a casement of fudge
We need as many packers as we can get
Duh, uh, Sacks
Hello?
My name is Jamie Madrix and I got fat balls
I'm always urinating in the motel halls
I got a big head that never fits a hat
So you aint ever seein me wear a damn thing green bitch
I'm far from rich, I got a hooptie
With a smach in the fender and the back too
I got a broken tail light and I'll smash you
Bitch get outta my way we got Clown Love
Phat props to the lyrical town dove
It's the m-o, n-o, and I can't even spell the rest
It takes to long and I need a fucken cigerette
I can't hear my right ears mad whack
So shut the fuck up and listen or get an ass kicking
I slap hoes, and call them bitches to their face
And scream out FUCK OFF BITCH, Twiztid in their place
So back off recognize and check this
Cuz simply my dear I don't give a FUCK
Psychopathic
Yo this is Mo Chiles in this peace whats up son?
Hello?
Yeah whats up son? I'm lookin gor this deal
know what I'm sayin?
I got raps to bust for ya'll
Ya'll ready for Mo Chiles?
I'm bout to kick this flow,
You ready to kick it or what?
Who's this?
We're light son,
I'm Mo Chiles straight from the hood
I got all my peoplez on 1-800 and Chris Shaw
We commin home
My names 2 Dope and sometimes Shaggy
Sometimes Shaggs and sometimes Gweedo
I gets mad stupid, I gets mad ill
I done it all five, fuck it, I do it still
Stretch my nuts back like a slingshot
And plant 'em in your mouth
Shake my hips like Elvis, wigglin my pelvis
I skipped a step. Apply the camera clutches,
stretch it back like a mutha fucken bungy jump
WHAT?
I'm Violent J back to make you smile more
I let my nutsack drag on the tile floor
I kick free styles for miles. My gold comes in piles
I worked on Bell Isle. I picked up dear shit
And now I spit raps. I snap your neck
Cuz my freestyles are fresh
Volume 2: 10) Halloween On Military Street
We measure things by what we are.
To the maggots and the G's
The G's is the universe.
To the rooms and the corpse
The corpse is the casmos
Holden in we.....
Just because of our telescopes, and microscopes,
And the spliting of the atoms, currently not
Science is but a organized system of ignorince.
There are more thing on heaven and earth...
What do we know about the uni?
Do we know what's behind the uni?
I'm afraid some of us hardly know what's beyond behind.
Fuck damnit, another Halloween
People on Military know what this means
Houses on fire, their blowin up cars
Creatures on the streets, and razor blades in candy bars
Went to trick or treat the first house on my block
Spit in my face and gave me a rock
I tried to give it back and said I'll take nothing instead
Turned around and walked away and felt the rock peg me in the head
Walked to the next house directly next door
And there I found an old lady dead on the floor
I said excuse me miss, but do you have a treat?
She lifted her leg and scraped flakes off her dead feet
I ran to the next house happy and gitty
There I seen a fat woman holding up her titty
I said "Trick or treat" she said "Treat or trick"
And squeezed on her titty until it fucken made me sick
The next house I was at back in the woods
I was a little frightened but fuck I want the goods
I knocked on the door, I heard a knock back
And then I heard "Come in" and yo I'm like, Fuck That!
This house belongs to Mrs. Cherryspoon
She said "Drop your drawers your treat is commin soon"
I quickly grew a stiffy but kept my eye's shut
A hand came out the mail shoot and flicked me in the nuts
I wobbled to the next house ready for the worst
And chillen in the drive was a long black hurse
I rung the door-bell and said "Is anybody home?"
Of course little boy have a sugar coated kidney stone
I walked in the field and to the next crib
It's friendly Mrs. Witherbee in her cooking nib
I said "How bout some candy?"
She said "How bout instead,
A nice hot fresh home made loaf of yeast infection bread"
My bag became heavy so I rest on the curb
And riding on his bike, here comes little Larry Shurd
I snuk up behind him, and kicked 'em off his seat
I punched 'em in the neck and power bombed 'em in the street
Now my sack of candy has doubled in size
Up to the next house for my scarry prize
I'm like Trick or Treat, Trick, Treat, Ticky, Dick
He opened up the door slaped my lips and didn't give me shit
Rock through his window and ran across the street
To the big mansion I'm in for a treat
I dinged on the dong, and here comes the butler
A big guppy, tall ass lurch muther fucker
I said "Hello Mr. is there somethin for my sack?"
He reached into his pocket but I think he hurt his back
It's taken him an hour, my bag is open ready
Then he finally dropped it in my sack, a fucken penny
The next house is abandoned so forget it
But wait a minute I think somebody's livin in it
I ran up to the porch Trick or Treat you can't hide
It was a crackhead he crawled in my bag and died
The next house was mine, the last on the block
My mothers sitting on the porch shinning up her glock
I climbed on the roof with my brother Jump Steady. And we yelled,
HAPPY HALLOWEEN AND CLOWN LOVE TO THE WHOLE CITY!
Fuck damnit, another Halloween
People on Military know what this means
Houses on fire, their blowin up cars
Creatures on the streets, and razor blades in candy bars (4x)
Volume 2: 11) Dog Beats
Yeah what you need?
Yeah let me get a large order of fries and uh
No fries
Excuse me?
No fries man
Oh, well must be out then
Alright then give me a large double slam and...
Nope
What?
Can't do it
Why not?
No meat?
No meat man damn
Alright then, I'll take a salad then
Better grow yourself one
Whats that?
We aint got no damn salad man
Ah, well then what the hell do you have?
We got the Dogbeats
Oh yeah the Dogbeats huh?
Yup
Alright, then I'll take an order of that to go then
Inner City Posse's got the Dogbeats
ICP we got the Dogbeats
No you don't stop with the funk from the old days
Start on your head as the beat plays
Yo, the ICP has got the Dogbeast
Inner City Posse
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