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If your nuts hang
And you bang in a gang Then tell me are you down with the clowns? Hey bitch boy Whatchu doin around here you little bitch? Don't you know your a clown now 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 your town and gets inside your brain Psycho sick insane Who's to blame for what they've done? Aint the one, paint the gun I'm the Juggalagalocoroni Best believe me lonely Some will say I'm in a gang Gun to bang, nuts to hang Like the wicked jokers down river Quick to cut your liver Sometimes bangers and they doom boom, boom, boom, shalock-lock, boom I'm the other gang that's the offenda But you best rememba It don't matter which you pick Cuz they sick, psycho sick Now I'll cut your richie ass, up, bitch Cuz they got Much Clown Love Hey Vato Yo fuck, I guess you don't know, never come around here Hey Vato Damn bitch, its all about clown love (x2) If your nuts hang And you bang in a gang Then tell me Are you down with the clown? (Hey) I like riding on your daughties Drinkin 40's at clown parties Then I go back home to sewer drain Call me shit for brains I'm the joker junkie hobo Fuck a bozo, pack a bobo Watch me balance a telephone wires Psycho set in fires Caught me naked in a tree Wasn't 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, cuz I dare ya Cuz to body used to like to like to fuck But now you dissed the buck Buck, Buck, Buck, Bang, Bang, Bang Gang, Gang, Bang, ghetto slang Better ask someone about Violent J, hey I got Much Clown Love Hey Vato Yo fuck, I guess you don't know, never come around here Hey Vato Damn bitch, its all about clown love (x2) If your nuts hang And you bang in a gang Then tell me Are you down with the clown? Wicked town, wicked clown Lets go ride the murder go round Lunatic, Lunatock Beat you with a cinder block Bitchy hoe, bitchy bitch Smack you cross your fuckin lips Jugglers say, talk to much I'm a nail your mouth shut Die and sick of what you said Swing my axe upside your head Place the barrel in your mouth Blow your fuckin tonsils out I'm a mime watch me go Stu or Franky bitch ass hoe I drop lines, make quick bucks And your daughter sucks my nuts Back to no, jokers wild Yeah (I said it, Wicked Wild) And I'll cut your bitchy ass, up, bitch A lot of Much Clown Love Hey Vato Yo fuck, I guess you don't know, never come around here Hey Vato Damn bitch, its all about clown love (x2) if your nuts hang and you bang in a gang Then 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 Damn bitch, its all about clown love (x4) much clown love |
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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 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 apetit 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 friends, it's the Dead Pumpkin Halloween Ahhhhh yeah it's that special time of year boys and girls 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 Juggalocaro Violent J All year round 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 light myself on fire and dance around my backyard 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 clothesies 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 fuckin neck And choke you with it wicked clown style Ha ha fuck..Detroit's in this bitch,check it out muthafucka..yeah..wicked clown's in this muthafucka..Jump steady in this muthafucka..wicked clown in this muthafucka..and you watch this muthafucka..Chucky muthafucky in this shit..violent J in this muthafucka..rude boy in this muthafucka.. stupid in this muthafucka..mike mike in this muthafucka.. faygo this mothafucka..all this in this muthafucka..check it out..violent J in this muthafucka..2dope in this muthafucka..wicked Joe in this muthafucka.! |
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Why dont you go into the next room and start getting undressed? What's your pleasure? (x3) Fat sweaty Betty The bitch ain't nuttin' new Her ma's used to babysat me back when we was two We drove to the playground And to the skatin' rink Then we'd go under the bleachers And she'd let me hit the "stank" wit'er Then 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 the shit The sexy little girl is now a fat sweaty biiiiitch She said hey J Tell me how ya' been She had a piece of chicken gizzard stuck to her chin I told her hold still Then I flicked it off her face And said Betty, oh, Betty W'don't you say we leave this place I took her back to the crib and hit it all night I let my fingers run across her rippled celulite OOOOHH it was nasty But I don't let it bother me She rolled over'n fuckin' knocked the wind outta' me I couldn't breathe She wouldn't stop I'm almost dead I took the lamp And busted it on her fuckin' head We got dressed I gave'er a little kiss g'bye Fat sweaty Betty My fat sweaty punkin' pie (chorus) Fat sweaty Betty Tell me when you're ready Fat sweaty Betty Tell me when you're ready Big fat flop of shit What people called Betty Flaps of fat on the back'er neck Sweaty Boogers runnin' out'er nose All over her lips Ya' 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 cheesy cheetah chedden I rode my bike to her house Said "Yo, Betty let me in I'm packin' some snack cakes Bitch let me in" (Thump, thump) I can hear her comin' down the stairs She opened up the door in her motha' fuckin' underwear EEEWWWWW, Shit, Fuck that! I'm turnin' back But no, the door shut And she's goin' for the cake snacks I said "Relax, ho I'm here on business You can have the candy first you gotta' wait a bit I need a favor C'mon Betty drop'em drawers" AAAHHHH, 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 She's fat sweaty Betty The sweaty fat biiiiitch (chorus) |
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O.K. class, um. Please settle down now.
I'd like to introduce our new student, uh. Uh, Willy Bubba. Willy is from Kentucky. And uh Willy. I'll be your teacher. My name is Misses Felby. Well, I droped outta school but I still hang in the hall. And there I was, you'll 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's Violent J, but my homies call me chicken plucka. I been down with the clowns since day one. I'ts day two. I guess I got some pluckin to do. In these parts, we tie you to he desk. And all I never take blows to ya chest. Fists to ya chin. Kicks to ya head. Last year we killed a kid dead. PAH!!! "Oh, my fault..." Walked in the school, there's hay in the hallway. Leadin to ya locker. Walk up and sock ya. Then bounce ya head around the classroom and act nutty. The teacher walks in and aksed everybody... body... body... Chorus- Who kicked Willy Bubba's ass? -I did! Did you do it right here in the class? Sho' did! Did you puch him the face? Did you slap in the mouth? Did you kick him in the forehead? Yup, yup... Who kicked Willy Bubba's ass? -I did! Did you do it right here in the class? Sho' did! Did you puch him the face? Did you slap in the mouth? Did you kick him in the forehead? Yup, yup... (Nice to get back to the high school crowd where your alive.) Willy Willy Bubba Hubba Lubba Dubba Dilly. Tell me why ya talk so silly. Bitch! Ya sound like ya come from the land of the biggots. Jolly O' Dickens. The land of the chickens. I guess you in season. I'm packin me a folk fo'. Barrels to ya head and blow ya face out ya asshole. Pow! Bitch. I'm Shaggy 2 Dope. I'm comin for yo kin folk. Ya get ya chin broke. And don't cry or run to the teach. She can't understand your redneck-ass speech. (Bin-er-eroin) If she couls she wouldn't do a thing. Cuz' she's my bitch and she loves to suck my wang. You in trouble Bubba. Ya better run quick. You too slow Willy. Cuz' yous a fat bitch. I caught up in got my hands all bloody. The teacher walks in the classroom and aksed everybody. body... body... body... body... (Farm sounds) Chorus- Who kicked Willy Bubba's ass? -I did! Did you do it right here in the class? Sho' did! Did you puch him the face? Did you slap in the mouth? Did you kick him in the forehead? Yup, yup... Who kicked Willy Bubba's ass? -I did! Did you do it right here in the class? Sho' did! Did you puch him the face? Did you slap in the mouth? Did you kick him in the forehead? Yup, yup... Hold On!!!! check it out... Let's play Willy Bubba. And kill the Willy Bubba. Let's play Willy Bubba. And kill the Willy bubba. Let's play willy Bubba. And kill the Willy Bubba. Let's play Willy Bubba. nn dang dang un dang un dang Let's play Willy Bubba. And kill the Willy Bubba. Let's play Willy Bubba. And kill the Willy Bubba. Let's play Willy Bubba. And kill the Willy Bubba. Let's play Willy Bubba. And kill the Willy Bubba. |
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Ahhh, make way for the lunatic
I wanna stop, I try but I can't quit 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 |
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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 man 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] |
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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 sadah Maybe your wife, maybe your daughter It's midnight, I land my sleigh Make way for jolly St. J Climb down the chimney, for the murder Dressed as the fat man everyone's heard of Shimmy down, shimmy down, what the fuck? Somebody help me, I'm stuck Now what to do? I feel whack I got stuck in a chimney stack But I hack And shimmer on down Santa Claus Clown Can't fuck around, now Livingroom, shhh, I creep Tiptoe's cuz they asleep I pulled out the ax and slid down the hall I got a gift for all of ya'll What's 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, shot, he didn't miss (Gunshots and ho ho ho) "I'm dreaming of a dead Christmas, the kind you'll never have again, cuz if you have a dead Christmas, that means you're dead and that's the end" Have a merry Christmas you fuckin chump, Seasons greatings loser, Yo 2 Dope kick it! Jack Frost nibbles, ha, 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 endo Me and him sang songs in the snowflakes He ate snowballs, I ate cornflakes And we both would freeze our 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 dyin, I'm dead he got his wish And all I got was another red Christmas "Silent night, Violent fight Now I'm dead One to the head Christmas this year seemed so whack" Happy New Year bitch boy 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 Pass your fucken mom up if the ICP don't play, hey Wicked Clowns, Wicked Clowns bitches drop your drawers Don't talk back just suck my sack and fiddle with my ballz Yeah, ICP, Southwest for life, Christmas time know what I'm sayin, Mr. Chris Cringle, you fat bitch, mutha fucka never came, shit, I'm a slap your across your red ass face mutha fucka, ugh Southwest down On the 12th day of Christmas my true love gave to me 12 dead chicken boys 11 stinking bitches 10 bigot's dying 9 mothers bitching 8 crackhead babies 7 redneck hoes 6 rotting bodies 5 cases of FAYGO, hey! 4 neden holes 3 fat stanks 2 splatterd dogs And 1 dead Governor E |
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so there you are, your sittin' there just kinda chillin'
oh richie boy, you look a little bit like Dillan 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 out your head and pull your balls out your sack and stick 'em there instead then I'll stamp all your toes and stick 'em in your noes and pull the hair out your head until your skull shows yeah i'm all syked we gotta fix you for the show tonight but your lips man to me they just a little right they could be a little fatter, even more so fuckin' fat bitch your lip is draggin' 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 cause now your ready so +open+ up the +door+ cause at the house of wonders you're the freak show carnival thrills carnival chills carnival excites you carnival kills ah, ooh, ah, oh another freak show from the juggaluggalo (2x) so there you are come on in chicky wow, aint you a pretty? i think i'll start with the silicone that's in your titty i'll pull it out, put it in your forehead and cheek so now you look like the elephant bitch freak don't try and run chicky poo, I'm just gettin started i'll beat your head in with the brick untill you're 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 stretch your fuckin 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 titty on the top then I spin ya on your nipple until you drop +hey+, almost ready jump steady? open the door cause at the house of wonders you're the freak show carnival thrills carnival chills carnival excites you carnival kills ah, ooh, ah, oh another freak show from the juggaluggalo (3x) so there you are [record scratch] oh my god so there you are [record scratch] oh oh oh my god so there you are [record scratch] oh oh my god so there you are [record scratch] oh my god so there you are chorus to out |
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Um well J that was an interesting Halloween Story
Um anybody else have another Halloween 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 dead All the blood bled, one juggalo dead I t was a cold, dark, scary Halloween 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 Halloween 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 Halloween 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 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 Halloween 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 Halloween 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) |
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COME AND GET IT! Woo! We got some fresh vittles for your fat chicken-ass
to snack on, bitch! So here, start wit' a slice of this fresh piggy pie, mothafucka! 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. A farmer at the border, he tried to take me out, I drew my ax with the quickness, and cut his chicken feathers out! Walked in the village, and to the piggy's place, He opened up his door, and popped me in the face. It blew me off the porch, and cracked my head in half, But I'm a Juggalo, so it only made me laugh. (Hehe!) Forty in hand, I rose from the dead, And threw with all my might, I made a ping noise off his head. Since we out west, I had a little fun, And pulled his fuckin' tongue out the back of his cranium! (chors) Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie. There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die. I might use a gun, (No!) I might use an ax, (yes!) The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks! The second little piggy, his house is made of brick, And this little piggy is a mutha fuckin' dick. He sits on his bench and gets all the respect, But if I get a chance, I'm goin' straight for the neck. He walked in the room, and everybody rose, Lopped off bucket chillin' underneath my clothes. First they let the piggy, now you can finally sit, But what this piggy don't know is he's about to get his neck wet! Now I see the bailiff, I'm thinkin' what the fuck? I can smoke this room before his hearing aid will pick it up. Old-ass man, I let him get away, That tired mutha fucka, probably die tomorrow anyway. Here come the piggy, it's time for my case, His eyes are blood red with a wicked lookin' face. He saw my joker's smile, and sentenced me a dime, So I racked on the bucket, made it fuckin' rain pork rhines! (chors) Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie. There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die. I might use a knife, (No!) I might use an ax, (yes!) The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks!(x2) 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 guardy he told me wait, I bounced off his head and did a Jackie Chan over the gate! Cuz this little piggy, must definitely fry, 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 fight for they meals, He sleeps on a mattress stuffed with hundred dollar bills. A richie is the devil, he never really made it, So I'm a take his money stack and stuff his face wit' it. Opened up his door, he's sleeping in his bed, I grabbed a brick of gold laid it upside his head. He begged for his life, I told him it's too late, It took away his dough and watched the devil suffocate, cuz I need (chors) Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie. There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die. I might use a gun, (No!) I might use an ax, (yes!) The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks! (X3) |
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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 mutha fucken neck until your head flops Cuz I'm runnin with the bianja mutha fucks I'll make a voodoo doll out of ya, and flick your nuts See I was born to cause a kid like Carny Ruckus I came out the neden and started to choke ya mutha fuckas I leave the school drop a stick in half way out your dome The worst part about it is, I'm Not Alone Jokers and freaks deep in the night Thought I was a nerd but ya picked the wrong fight J-J-J-J-J-Jimmy cracked corn but they don't care They bust ya in the mutha fucken mouth with a chair (2x) I'm a nerd, and all the bitches call me a nerdy geek And they would love to stick they thumbtacks on my seat And they would throw they spit 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 at 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 fucken 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 Jokers and freaks deep in the night Thought I was a nerd but ya picked the wrong fight J-J-J-J-J-Jimmy cracked corn but they don't care They bust ya in the mutha fucken mouth with a chair (2x) Well I like to hang with Tall Jess and Jump Steady Nate The Mack and Violent J and Uncle Fredy Chunky Mutha Fucky and Scott they got my respect But I really like to hang with ol' 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 the yellow beats are jump circuits I walk around your neighborhood chokin mutha fuckas 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 comin back again With my homeboys Jack and the Cannon Man He come flyin out the barrel doin Mach 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 Jokers and freaks deep in the night Thought I was a nerd but ya picked the wrong fight J-J-J-J-J-Jimmy cracked corn but they don't care They bust ya in the mutha fucken mouth with a chair |
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We measure things by what we are.
To the maggots in the cheese The chesse is the universe. To the worms in the corpse The corpse is the cosmos. How than can we be so cocksure about our world Just because of our telescopes, and microscopes, And the splitting of the atoms, certainly not Science is but a organized system of ignorance. There are more thing on heaven and earth than on earth than on heaven than on earth What do we know about the beyond? Do we know what's behind the beyond? I'm afraid some of us hardly know what's beyond the behind. Fuck damnit, another Halloween People on Military know what this means Houses on fire, they're 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 giddy 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 fuckin' got too sick The next house was set 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 coming 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 chilling in the drive was a long black hearse I rung the door-bell and said "Is anybody home?" Of course little boy have a sugar coated kidney stone I walked through 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's getting heavy so I rest on the curb And riding on his bike, here comes little Larry Shurd I snuck up behind him, and kicked 'im off his seat I punched 'im in the neck and power bombed 'im in the street Now my sack of candy has doubled in size Up to the next house for my scarey prize I'm like Trick or Treat, Trick, Treat, Tricky, Dick He opened up the door slapped 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 gumpy, tall ass lurch looking mother fucker I said "Hello Mister, 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 But then he finally dropped it in my sack, a fuckin' 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 shining 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 dammit, another Halloween People on Military know what this means Houses on fire, they're blowin' up cars Creatures on the streets, and razor blades in candy bars (4x) |
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Yeah what you need?
Yeah let me get a large order of fries and ugh No fries Excuse me? No fries man Oh, well bust be out then All right then give me a large double slam and... Nope What? Can't do it Why not? No meat? No meat Man, damn... all right then, I'll take a salad then Better grow yourself one What's 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 All right, 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 Dogbeats Inner City Posse and were playin for keeps And I know you likin' this funk Cuz I can hear my voice commin out the trunk Of your ride, don't take me for a sucker You leavin untended I'm a take the mutha 2 to the D to the o-p-e Hittin 03 with the ICP I like bass, treble, and the temp stuff Throw kick it in the back of a Seventies Bus With that 40-O Or that Straw Bull Shootin' craps in the back of the liquor store And I'm hittin, and we'll keep it at that You out Joe? No, I'm too dope for that Rollin and I'm headin for the Clark Park Just finished shootin 8 with the dark shark Seen the freak with the bright white tank top Keep rollin cuz I know I'll see my bank drop Homeboy if you wanna keep your riches Stay the hell away from them more money From the truck to the bukers to the jeeps The ICP has got the Dogbeats Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-yeah Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-Yeah (4x) Street lights glearin off the windshield Mear coke crackers on the general wheel 6 Pack in the back and I'm dosin Keep the sounds up find skate 1 thousand 2 Dope gotta keep his own style Home made kicken box 4 tendance Posse P make the whole car hop When we let the bass drop Inner City Posse's got the bad rep Like my man on the cruches took a big step And I can't stand the neighborhood menace So I swell his chin like Rocky Denise Bass in the car somethin stacks I now hear me roamin them Pontiacs Everyone's brittle when the bass rocks So I got a little somethin in the glovebox Long black hair with the white rag 40 cent Faygo in a brown bag Jump Steady, Rude Boy, and Nate The Mack Chillen by my side cuz my Posse's stacked I know I'm gettin famous just think for a minute Stole the car radio and my tape was in it Sounds bringin life to the streets The ICP got the Dogbeats Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-yeah Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-Yeah (4x) Inner City Posse got the Dogbeats (hit it)(3x) Is in the house Waitin at the light as my bass thumps And I'm gettin jocked by these local chumps They point, they wave, they stare, they look I been jocked so hard I could write a book Violent J down with the pimp daddy's (3x) Smooth plush rides in the velvet caddie's All the way live down Jefferson Inner City Posse's got the best of them When the tape and your system meet ICP has got the Dogbeats Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-yeah Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-Yeah (4x) Inner City Posse got the Dogbeats ICP we got the Dogbeats (4x) |
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