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It was a soft gentle night
In the little town of, of, well, your town The gentle breeze swept the streets Creating that pleasant howl that these kind town folks Have enjoyed for so many, many years The wind chimes sent their peaceful melodies Into the ears of the sleepy residents But the unusual was approaching in the distance Something evil was heading towards this small town While the residents slept, something crept Slithered and crawled its way through the quiet streets Guided by the moon light These frightening strangers set up tents and rides Shows and games, there were savage jesters And wicked ringmasters There were horrid freak shows And sights only the impending doom will witness They brung with them the carnage That they had lived with for eternity The morning is a new day The people of this town will unwillingly witness The show of their lives, only rumored to exist You will be the next to die helplessly At the Carnival of Carnage |
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Ladies and gentlemen
Welcome to your death Now let's see where you're headed Turn the crank And experience was in store for you Deep with the mighty Riddlebox (riddlebox echo 3x) The joke's on you, hehe, riddlebox Hahahahahahahahahaha Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked clowns Hey, I'm Violent J And I'm here Well, I'm here to kick your ass We the wicked juggalos We juggle those who live like hoes who chose The express route, one way Straight down the spiral twist To the Riddlebox The joke's on you, hehe, riddlebox Hahahahahahahahahaha Hey, what's up, motherfucker This is Shaggs 2 Dope Congratulating you on opening the box The Riddlebox It looks like you received your prize The cost, what it cost Was your ass, bitchboy! Hahahahah! The joke's on you, hehe, riddlebox Hahahahahahahahahaha Tell me, sir, what can you do? It looks like the joke's on you Come on down and turn the crank Let's see where your soul Will spend the rest of eternity What's it gonna be, mister? Heaven or hell, the bonus or the bone Turn the crank and let's find out Come on down, mister You don't have anything to be scared of Do you, sir? So what's gonna pop up out Of the mighty Riddlebox Spin the crank and let's find out What'd you say!? Step right up, who's first? Who's brave enough to step into Their new eternal destiny Surely someone must be confident That there life wasn't totally evil Step right up and seal your fate... |
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[Violent J]
Ohhhhhhhhhh! Hey yo, check it out man ICP's back in the haugh man Violent J, man 2 Dope, man Wicked clown, man Fuck yeah, man [Violent J] Hey, quick, hurry up, bang Open your mouth cuz here comes my wang I'm Violent J, the southwest skitso Born in a big top, magical mijisto Dead body disco, rapping to the hoochies Dirty old fat hoes come up with a smoochie Hoochie coochie la la la la I might pull your tongue out your mouth And try to hang ya It's a full moon and the riddle's are calling Three more cards and the sky's will be falling But don't take it from me, I'm just a clown Wicked clown, wicked town, juggalugalocolicky Down and out till my nuts start singing Dancing, hopping, I'm a keep bringing Riddles and tricks and dead body chicks With the swing of my magical wand The show must go on! "Well it all began when I was very young I was feeling so excited about the carnival's arrival Everyone was jolly and jittery I waited for their wagons until well after dusk That night, while I was sleeping I was awoken by a cold eerie wind Looking out, I seen strange men, cursing and filthy There were clowns setting up the dreary tent" [Shaggy 2 Dope] I'm 2 Dope and I sport tight Wranglers Don't say a word or I'll kick ya in the neck, bitch Everybody round make way for the clown Been to New York and L.A., I'm southwest down Walked into Del Ray's almost got my ass kicked Rather just chill in the yard in my casket Call up the hoes, have em swing by the tomb And get a little sticky stank up in this bitch Killer clowns kicked out the circus Used to get live, let the midget lady work this I was a freak show, they called me the Pogo I could make my ball sac bob like a yo-yo Give it up, give it up, southwest looney tune Killed another redneck, found his head in looney doon Gooney boon, booney goon, I can hear the loons In my head as I sing my wicked song The show must go on! "I never been afraid of clown But these clowns were different There was nothing funny about these clowns but then They smiled, they juggled, they laughed But yet something was terribly, terribly wrong I didn't like these clowns for I could see threw them I knew what they were really like I knew that this carnival that had come to my village Was an evil, evil thing" [Chorus (1x)] Come see the show, big top show Walk in and hang with the dead carnival Dead carny carnies, dead juggalos Walk in and hang with the dead carnival [Violent J] You ask do we gangbang, do we bang in a gang Do we bang bang, I'm a gangbanger, man I bang in a gang, man, you can suck my wang, man Richie boy, richie boy, it's a southwest thang Serial murderer, southwest maniac Slaughterer, lunatic, high school braniac Straight-A school boy, school kid Till I went to school and tried to murder everyone The show must go on! "My neighbors and friends were fools, all of them Totally unaware of the evilness within the clowns Their eyes reflected stairways into hell Their faces painted with blood I ran from the carnival clowns Yet every road and every path Led me right back to the big tent I had no excuse from the strong men, The freak show, and the Ringmaster" [Chorus (2x)] |
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{winding sound} Oohh, I like this toy! Hmm, watch it go.
{Gun fire} Ay! Ah! Ay! Uh! {Telephone ringing} {beeping sound} We're sorry, the person you are calling is dead I was like six, I used to get dissed by the chicks And everyone would chase me and hit me with bricks And rocks and sticks and callin' me names And fill my lunchbox with frog brains,Ugh! When I left school it was much iller My daddy was a serial killer, and how about that He always made me sit in the back With all his dead bodies in my lap, Move! When I got home, enough of the static Hammer and tools and up to the attic Never knew any other girls or boys Only my toys toys toys Bang clang hammer and twist Nobody knows I exist and I'm pissed But I won't be mentally scarred Instead I make toys, toys of the graveyard Monday, Ring of the bell It's all about show and tell Might as well Show all of these bastards just what I got Yo check out my toy box. "Nothin' feels better than a good hardy-har-har. Right boys and girls?" We got dead bodies everywhere you look All the nerds sittin up front got cooked Others start screamin and makin a dash So I start handin out toys fast at last You like slinkies? We got slinkies! Only mine like to wrap around your face then stretch, twist, kazoom, And whip your body all over the fuckin room So come one at a time Open your gift, and what you will find Is a toy my friend, that you'll never forget It's not everyday that you get your skull split You like soldiers? We got soldiers! Made with rubber and steel They look real But I wouldn't just toss 'em under yo bed That's how you get a axe to the fo' head Oh, and don't let 'em sit around all day Come home and find your mom... dead in the hallway Cuz they can be nifty All the toys are shifty (he-he) In my toy box (huh?) "Woooowie, that sure sounds like fun!" That's not a toy, hey wait a minute Don't fuck around, homie, you could lose an eye with it That's my double blade razor whip chop jimmy And it's mine motha fucka so gimme gimme you like toys? You come to the right place Try my little toy mutilatin mental case Wind 'em up and let him go among all of ya Then BANG! Serial slaughterer! Your turn, reach in and get lucky Oh look, he pulled out a rubber ducky [sqeaking] And it make a funny sound, then, Then BANG! thru the fingers off his fuckin hand Don't stop, class ain't done yet I remember you callin' me pointdex', Bookworm brainy, my aggrivation Went into these little creations Reach in you might find somethin wicked Wicked scary, chopping pickaderry Off with your head, a robot with a sword Now he's lookin at me, but what for? Wa-wait a minute, I made you, get them not me. Wait a minute, motherfuckers! O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-Oh I love this record!...(repeat 5x mixed w/:) Hahahaha, Hoohoohoo! Yahoo! Turn it off! Hahahaha, Hoohoohoo! Yahoo! Turn it off! (2x) O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-Oh I love this record!... O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-Oh I love this... "Turn it off!" Tell me why? Why do you feel that you should still be together with Lisa? Sure Cccc'mon man, our relationship ain't all weak and shit. Ya know I mean, I mean just because she's dead we should just break up or somethin? FUCK THAT! Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, listen to me, she's dead man you gotta move on So what! So she's dead Does that make you fresher than her? I didn't say that I don't think so! So she don't talk as much... and she really don't move around a lot. She's still fresh! She's still fun to be around! Heheh-heheh. You're just predjudice! Huh? You're predjudiced against dead people Aw man, you really are one sick bastard Tommy Yeah? Fuckoooff! What? Fuckoooff! What the fuck is that? What does that mean? It means Fuckoooff! Man, you fuckin lost it Yeah? FUCKOOOFF! |
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"Tonight, tonight, we gather the dead. (tonight, tonight)
Tonight, tonight, off with your head." "You'll never guess what's up(3x) my muckin' head blew up" [Violent J] She was lovely, long hair, short, nice figure though So at the funeral, it made me cry, watch her die I cannot lie, I couldn't sleep without a wink I only think about my lady, I want my baby I need her by my side, to hold me, to squeeze me I still have pictures, but all they do is tease me I see my therapist, he only tells me I'm in trouble I want my baby back, so now I pack a shovel And while I'm digging, it's awfully dark and kinda funny Don't dig too fast or to see things could get bloody I watch my baby, I hit the top of baby's coffin I thinking, she's better off inside if she died Yeah, she needs me, I can tell my baby wants me 'cause every night at 2:15, my baby haunts me I prey it open, the odor hits me, there she is I lean down to give her a kiss because I need a... [Chorus (1x)] Girl that make me happy, a girl that make me cry A girl that passed away back in 1985 A girl I plan to marry, a girl I plan to wed A girl I chew on 'cause my baby is already dead (2x) Cemetery lady, my cemetery girl Cemetery baby, I want you in my world Cemetery woman, we can still be down You're more than just a corpse to a psychopathic clown "F**k yeah, motherf**ker I don't want no stuck up Little sassy rassy bitch Ya know what I'm saying I want me a cold stanky bitch So bring it on, dead momma" [Violent J] She's as lovely as always, my baby hasn't changed Except for the hole that's in her forehead, you can see her brains Nevertheless, our love is still forever true Her eyes have withered, her skin has now a tint of blue My baby's dusty and dirty, and wrinkled clothes And now I notice, the maggots chewed off all her toes The earth has been rather cruel to my darling sugar Is that a bug upon her face? oh, it's just a booger I lean her head back to kiss her cracking lips And then her neck crack, also does her hips I must be gentle, my baby girl's a little rusty A little dusty, but most of all, a little musty I notice that, when we lay together on the lawn We lay till dawn, I notice her left eye is gone We said goodbye and everything turned out alright I'll see you again tomorrow night, because I need a... [Chorus (1x)] Check it out, bitch! You aren't getting stank, skank Get your asses shoveling Then you'll want a lil somthin somthin Them cramey graveyard bitches They DOWN WITH THE CLOWN!!! [Chorus (1x)] |
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"Is this on?"
"Gather round my wealthy friends And endure the horrifying sights Only your worst nightmares can produce Actual human beings of a deformed nature Come at once And come and enduldge yourself In our own twisted amusement of Another's misfortune Yes, ladies and gentlemen Enter our three ring show of freaks" [Violent J] Ring one, a dung a dung dung My name's Violent J and I staple my tongue To the desk in school then I run down the hall Scaring the shit out of all y'all bitches Which is why you don't invite mine to your parties Just cause I don't look like everybody I guess they're bunch of richboys, bitchboys Scary, bluuuuuah! And what's the big deal about my neck Just because now and then I like to let it stretch Up a couple feet to get a better sight Is that any reason to scream and run in fright No, so, now how ya gonna act? So what if I got another arm growing out of my back I guess I'm just another freak show thing And now they got me in the three ri-ii-ii-ing [Chorus (2x)] Three ring a ding a ding ding People love to point and stare Three ring a ding a ding ding It's the same as everywhere [Shaggy 2 Dope] Ring two, how do you do? I'm Shaggy 2 Dope, chicken-faced bitch, who? You don't try to front ho Try to play me out just cause I'm running with the sideshow So maybe there's a leg growing out my neck But don't jet baby, heh, not yet I'm popping in like a pound of lead Black n blue, his next roll and drop me on my head Oh shit, I knew I had to fuck up my circuits Cause when I was two my momma left me at the circus Abandoned at the carnival with the freak shows Like batboy, hermaphrodites and old man crow But then I escaped to the ghetto zone Started a crew of my own, motherfucker, I'm not alone So don't be stickin your finger in my face skank Or your stomach might receive a shank from the... [Chorus (2x)] "I certainly hope your enjoy yourselves Here at our three ring exhibit But to be honest I really don't see What's so fucking funny about it These fucking people are real!" [Both] Ring three, the ICP Look if you want but I wouldn't lay a hand on me That's how you get fucked up We'll squeeze your windpipe shut [Violent J] Yo, I'm a nerd word, I drink from the bird Half Snake woman kick my love to the cuuuuuuurb She busted into my tent, now I'm fucked Had the fat bearded lady in the butt, uh [Shaggy 2 Dope] Fuck that, bitch, suck that I was born with a wang but I never had a nut sac Just two balls hanging with no protection soooooooo I move real careful and slow [Violent J] You can call me a weirdo, call me a freak Call me Don Knots cuz I'm getting on it every week, uh [Shaggy 2 Dope] So come see the carnival and throw me your change, bitch I chill with the three rings [Chorus(2x)] "Well, that's it I hope you're satisfied I hope you had a good time You fucking heartless bastards You saw what you wanted So grab your fucking kids And that fat flop of shit wife of yours And get the fuck out of our circus tent You cold-hearted sons of bitches You think they look fucked up Just wait till I kick your Fucking lips in a couple times You'll be sittin up here like a bitch And we'll laughing at your folded ass They'll call you lumpy After I done put knots All over your fuckin forehead Yeah, hey, hey little boy, come here How'd you like it if I tied your neck in a knot You fucking little bitch Come here, I'll shove that Fucking corn dog up your ass Get the fuck out of here Show's fucking over Get the fuck out of here You fucking heartless bastards" |
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Insane Clown Posse (ICP)
Headless Boogie Na na na na na na na na na na na na na (4x) AAAHHHH! It's Friday night, dark, scary, Lonely walkin' through the park cemetery. And it's foggy, cold and smoggy. I hear a dog, a howlin' doggie. I'm scared, shoulda brought a shotgun Would've, should've, but I ain't got one. But I'll watch my back, and what's that? The caretaker, a dirty old hunchback. Better run, hide, quick, fast, He's comin' for my ass wit a- shovel. Nowhere to run or to hide but a gravepit, So I dove in, I did the dumb shit. Took a fall, even at 6 foot. Down the stairs hit a floor, And through a door. Into a whole new world of stiffs, Bodies, heads, and sexy little dead chicks. Club lights, sounds, bass. DJ's spinnin' with maggots on their face. But what I saw next that really took me. Uhh! They did the headless boogie! (chorus): Hey, yo! I heard that ya died. (la la) Fuck that! It's time to get live! (la la) Dead bodies let's all take a ride! Lead to the left and slide! (the headless boogie) Hey, yo! I heard that ya died. (la la) Fuck that! It's time to get live! (la la) Dead bodies let's all take a ride! Lead to the left and sliiide! (End Chorus) Awwww yeah! We dug up the finest bitches in the graveyard. So c'mon down! And if you ain't come to get your funk out, Then get the fuck out, bitch! They all stand straight, and swing to the side. (Uh!) No heads, but they feet still glide. (Uh-Huh!) Take a step back, twist and dive. (Yeah!) I even seen Kurt Cobain gettin' live! No heads, but they all funky! And drunk, drinkin' old spunky! Don't be shy, everyone's able. Hit the floor leave your nugget on the table. And kick step, but when you do kick soft, If they're dead, your legs might fall off. The whole time, I can't belive, I can't concieve, I don't wanna... leave. Hooooooe! I'm kickin' into a freak with no head. No face but the rest is straight. She's wit it, I hit it like a... G. Her back fell off.... UGH! Excuse me. Zombies, mummies, and Frankenstein. Drinkin' Cisco Disco Dead wine. Dead stiffs, comin' through the door. Heads, fingers, and limbs on the floor. I'm gettin' drunk, I wanna be down. What's up? I wanna be the headless clown! (heh hehehehe!) They rolled out the jigsaw and got raw. That ended it all, I did the headless boogie. (chorus) Hey YO! Fuck that voodoo claw shit, bitch! You comin' freakin with the real dead juggalos. So come on by, and we'll chop your nugget off So you can freak that shiiit! (chorus) (chorus w/fade out at end) J talking to Shaggs |
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| 4:22 |
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"No, you ain't getting none, bitch. This shit costs money. Oh, hey.
Hey, kiddies. How are you like the ride thus far?" "Blah." "Excellent. This next one is about that shit that comes out of the sewers and pipes and chokes your neck. It's called the Smog. Ahahahaha!" The smog is coming... Aw shit, here it comes, creeping through the cracks The nooks, the crannies, hittin' smack It's filling up my head, I gotta get it out I got me a plan to get the shit out Pulled out an ice pick to pick the bitch up Smackin it, pushin it in my ear, fuck Lord, oh please, what's happenin' to me? It's the poisonous air from the smoke stacks, G Seaping in my head, fuckin' up my brain Driving me crazy, nuts, insane Sewer slut, G, greasy slime I'm always bucking with father time Cuz he's my motherfucking enemy number one Try to potcher up my life by fillin up my lungs The shit you call air, but I call it death Cuz it makes me choke and lose my breath My toes begin to curl, my fingers start to fold Got drool on my lips and my body's gettin' cold Don't know what to do, so now I start to panic But it's too late, I'm dead, the smog got me, fuck it The smog is coming... Another cloudy, it's raining, but not water It's raining oil out the sky, I think I outta Make a run but I slipped on an oil slick I can't move, I think I broke my fuckin' neck It's no surprise, I'm laying there paralyzed Looking up into the sky helped me realize About us, the clouds form a devil's face It must be a mirror image of the human race Oh shit, here it comes, the deadly smog I can tell by the howl of the stray dog The air is calm, the streets are so still When the smog creeps out the pipes for a kill Broken neck, I'm chilling cuz I'm a goner I can see the smog creepin around the corner I lay still and hope it doesn't notice me Oh shit shit, fuck fuck, shit, G Looking up, just to see it's deadly jaws I think I, I think I, I think I shit my drawers But it's okay, the smog left me alone So I lay and watch the clouds turn into stone They come crashing down over Del Ray One even landed on your homeboy Violent J And I'm dead, crushed me in a split second So if I'm dead, what the fuck am I doing on this record? The smog is here The smog is coming... Thoughts in my head (of a clown)... Thoughts in my head A dead body laying in his house For three weeks Until his neighbors Complain about the smell Didn't he have anybody To know he was dead A serial killer Decided to kill himself Before he actually killed someone else Was that good? Thoughts in my head An ocean of blood And with the bombs dropping It causes tidal waves Tidal waves that paint the town red Red Everybody's dead Thoughts in my head Of mothers and fathers Look at me And I can feel the hatred in their eyes And it's cold Their children Are nothing but them in the future Except it Thoughts in my head When sitting on her porch Bald headed From a disease she fought from the air The air that we breathe The air we breathe is fucked up It's fucked up Thoughts in my head All people wanna kill me But you can't kill me Cuz if you kill me I'll be back to kill you I will do it again Thoughts in my head A sixteen year-old little fuckin punk Sitting in his classroom Drawing a gang sign on a folder He lives in Birmingham Hills What the fuck do you know about love? Thoughts in my head People despise me and hate me And they don't know me I hate you too So it's all good It's all good Thoughts in my head This society That is so fucked up That is so evil That if somebody prays They get made fun of They get laughed at But it's not gonna be funny They won't be laughing When the bombs drop And the town is red Thoughts in my head... |
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"Welcome to another exciting episode of Del Ray's number one
game show, The Joker's Wild! Shaggy, tell us something about tonight's contestants." "Hey, motherfuckers Get ready for the killer show of this bitch We gotta cop, we gotta judge, and we gotta redneck So step the fuck up and play the Joker's Wild!" [Violent J] Woohoo! Everybody smile Guess who's back on your underground dial (who?) It's the game show host with the most (Violent J) And tonight we finna have a little pig roast Cop copper, it's been a long while Lace up your boots and come on down the aisle Mr. Pig-Man packing that steel But tonight, you ain't shit, now spin the fuckin wheel Looks good, nice try Now let's see just how ya gonna die? Lucky, lucky, he landed on Carpenter Jed He just pounds nails in your forehead The pig got lucky that time But let's take a look who's next down the line Oh, the 43rd District judge Hey pal, remember me You threw me in jail Take a spin or I'll snap your neck The clicker's landed, let me check The Jokey, hey it ain't bad at all We just cut your face off and slap your skull Who's next for the games and fun? Hillbilly Earl, come on down, run The redneck that sicked his dog on me Now that's gonna cost you a spin, buddy Spin around and around it goes Staple your lips shut, cut off your toes Then I throw your corpse on top of the pile Anything goes on the Joker's Wild "Tell me who killed 17 people and later ate their dead bodies?" "Jeffrey Dahmer." "No, the correct answer would be your mother. Shaggs?" "Aww, shit, motherfuckers Get ready for round two of this bitch So, if you want your fucking neckbone chopped Step the fuck up and play the Joker's Wild!" [Violent J] You like big money and prizes, don't ya You'd probably kill for a big prize, won't ya Ya little bitch, it's your turn to spin Free money, now spin again Oh goody, the unzip your drawers I'm finna clip this chain on your balls Raise ya upside down for the bang bada Now we bust your head like a pinata (hey!) The audience loves that shit Listen to em cheer when your forehead splits Wait! Cut to a break, oh shit, d-damn ah We got guts on the camera "The Joker's Wild is brought to you by...Faygo EVERYBODY SING!!" "Send your momma straight up to the store, tell that bitch to bring home a Faygo" [Violent J] Welcome back to the Carnival Show Here's your chance for the big money cash flow Hit your buzzer, pull your lever Joker, joker, lemon, we sever your head Pick a door, one, two, or three It's the same behind every door, me There's no escape, now gimme that bald head The crowd can't help, look, they're all dead At home they just watching your doom We broadcast from hell to your living room I ripped off his knuckle, wicked clown style Anything goes on the Joker's Wild "It's time to play hit or miss. Contestant number one, open your mouth. Contestant number two, get ready. Will he hit or miss.... HE HIT! What's next?" "We got money, we got cash, we got prizes We got blood, we got guts We got naked dead bitches on the Joker's Wild" [Violent J] I got my yellow suit and my purple tie Somebody's gonna die, oh my It's Mr. Thompson, my next door neighbor Always bitchin, yellin from the kitchen Window, see he died and he went to hell though We meet again, I got my own game show Spin the wheel, cuz I just can't fuck around BONUS ROUND! Oh shit, the end of the game Bonus round, we goin' out with a bang You gotta chance for money and prizes You gotta chance at death, too hahah So get ready, I'm coming at'cha fast Your chance for freedom at last Four questions, so are you ready, Jack? "Uh, I think so", load the gat "The cop in here?" "Eats butt." "Yes. The square root of two?" "Uhhh..." "Correct. Nutsacs don't belong in?" "Butt cracks" "Right. Richboys eat?" "Caviar." "No, the correct answers bullets." (gunshots) "Oh geez, this is Bink Chipperwink saying so long till next week folks See ya later, goodbye" "That's it, go home (aww!)" |
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"This is a channel 7 news brief because the news is happening now.
Good Evening Mort Perkins reporting, our top story tonight- Police and Investigators are still trying to figure out how and why somebody stole four dead bodies from the Wayne County Morgue late Monday night. Police say that the apparent body theif entered through the basement window but how they alluded the security and alarm system is still a mystery........but what we at channel 7 are wondering is WHAT KIND OF SICK FUCK WOULD STEAL FOUR DEAD BODIES ANYWAY......details at 11." Dead bodies, Dead bodies all over the street. 55-65 bodies at least. I hang with the stiffs till the break of dawn. I always find bodies when im mowin the lawn. Drag em in the house, throw em in the oven. wicked clown lovin that dead body grubbin. taste like chicken finger lickin deep fried. I ate a dead body but dont tell, i lied. I just ate my first dead body last week. Still gots a fingernail cought in my teeth. Before you start yellin and cursin my name. Remember sumtin wrong wit my brain...INSANE. Second i was born doctor threw me against tha wall. Kicked open the doors and he whipped me down tha hall. Im slidin and im bouncing off shit like a hockey puck. And my mothers like, "WHAT THE FUCK?!" Said i was born of an alien race. Born with a hatchet and a juggalo face. But im not a martian you wouldnt understand. Im just a dead Body man. Dead bodies dead bodies in the back of my van. All the little kiddies love the dead body man. I drive through the neighborhood ringin my bell. some people run cuz the dont like the smell. Others line up just as kwik as they can. To try to catch a glimpse at the dead body man. Its all good. If you can stand the funk. but uh..just dont look in the trunk. I drive down central kickin the bass. chillin wit my freaks and im pickin her face. maggots and bugs like to crawl on her head. cuz my bitch is dead..id rather that instead. Of a ho you can't trust always diggin a nut. A dead body bitch learn to keep her mouth shut. Ridin in the back is my dead body crew. Only they cant never thing of nuthin to do. If you think im sick take a look at yourself. Ya got dead deer heads up on your shelf. On your keychain is a little baby rabbits hand. IM JUST A DEAD BODY MAN. call me the dead body man (so just give em to me) call me the dead body man (you can sell em too me) call me the dead body man (just mail em to me) call me the dead body man (why dont you bring em to me?) call me the dead body man (so just give em to me) call me the dead body man (you can sell em too me) call me the dead body man (just mail em to me) call me the dead body man (why dont you bring em to me?) call me the dead body man (so just give em to me) call me the dead body man (you can sell em too me) call me the dead body man (just mail em to me) call me the dead body man (why dont you bring em to me?) call me the dead body man call me the dead body man |
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"Mr. Jackson, what are you talking about?
Well I've heard about those parties, they're immoral. Mr. Jackson, I thought you were respectable gentlemen. Now, don't give me that respectable gentlement bullshit, you little bitch." Mr. Jackson? "Now, stop playing dumb, you dizzy cunt." Hey baby, I heard you like to freak Then come out to play with me [Shaggy 2 Dope] Hey, what's up, I'm new in town I work for the circus, Shaggy the Clown Anyway, ole girl, I seen you around I guess I'm trying to say that I wanna be down, hey We had ice cream, sat in the park I walked her all the way home when it got dark She took me inside and when the door shut Next thing ya know I had my nuts in her butt, hey [Violent J] I wanna bitch whose down to f**k right away And even does my homies if it's okay A little bitch that's down for a quicky I love chicky chicky, I ain't being picky though So you might be a little bit fat You might even stink a bit, I don't mind that Even if you don't f**k on the first date Just put my nuts in your mouth and I'll stay [Shaggy 2 Dope] I need a girl who just don't give a f**k So, I'm caught strokin' her mom, I mean, so what A little skins here and there, ain't nothing I just need a bitch whose down with a lil somthin somthin [Chorus (2x)] Hey baby, I heard you like to freak Then come out to play with me [Violent J] My name's Violent J, so I can't f**k around Who's the dirtiest bitch in the whole town There she go, she workin' at Dairy Queen Bitch couldn't be a day over fifteen So I do her in the butt like that I hit it so quick, I made her butt-cheeks clap, haha Why wait around till she gets married 'cause I'm ready as long as the neden's hairy [Shaggy 2 Dope] Tootsie-tootsie pumpkin pie Looks like ya got nut in your eye My fault, I didn't notice, you was still there Now go and wash that shit out your hair, bitch I need a girl not afraid to bone Even if her mommas and pops is still home And if her daddy suddenly walks in He just might see me my nuts on his daughter's chin [Violent J] Everybody in the hood says that you're easy You look a little cracked out, a little sleasy You're a basehead, baby, you ain't shit I'm still down if you down for a lil somthin somthin A lil somthin somthin [Chorus (2x)] [2x] Bitch let me hit, I won't be long As soon as I nut, I'm gone [Chorus (3x)] |
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"Start tha movie."
"I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye. Yes, it was this. One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture. A pale, blue eye with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold. And so, by degrees, very gradually, I made up my mind to take the life of the old man and thus rid myself of the eye forever." So I'm headed door to door With my grandmother's cookie jar. I'm sellin' cookies, 12 for a dollar. I ring the doorbell, nobody wants any. I resort to goin' cheaper - 2 for a penny. Anybody, everybody, they hate me. I can tell when they spit and degrade me. There's only one house left, the last on the block. Old Man Willie on the hilltop. I ring the doorbel, the door creeps open. And there it was starin' and scopin'. The man's left eye, red, big, and drippin' I was trippin'. "Ahh, seeya!" I ran home. I couldn't stop thinking About his eyeball winking and blinking. And it looked not a damn thing like the other. Ugh! Shoulda wore a patch on the motherfucker. It hypnotized me, mesmorized me. Traumatized, paralyzed, terrorized me. Creepers, where'd you get that ball? And tell me how it even fits in your skull. (prechorus): I want a big long knife to stick it in. I wanna lift up the eyelid and kick it in. He's gotta die. I want his eye buried in my backyard. It ain't hard, I'm killin' Old Evil Eye! (End prechorus) (chorus): Evil eye... Oh-Oh-Eye (The bitch gon' die! Die-die-die-die-die-die-die) Evil eye... Oh-Oh (End chorus) "Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should've seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded with caution with what foresight, with what patience I went to work. I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him." A day gone pass since I heard about J.O. Met up in this sleigh, cuz I don't fuckin' play. Anyway, I gotta do him in. Got a rusty revolver Put the silver bullets in. I'm plannin' on playin' one right to his nugget. Down my drawers with the bucket. It's time to go, fuck it. I stuck it up... to his neck when he came to the door. I really didn't know what I was in for. First the cold man stared, no a gaze, no a stare. Kinda like there was no one there. How weird, my body froze with the blink of his eye. Evil eye, sendin' chills up my spine. What to do? What to do? I gotta try to break. I gotta try to make.. my way to the gate. Wait. I can't move, I'm stuck to the ground. W-What the fuck was that? I think I heard a sound, Turned around, there it was, starin' at my face. This little old man's eye's a make me a mental case. That's when I felt the pain deep inside, Deep inside, now his eye's open wide. (prechorus) (chorus) &aquot;That night it ceased. The old man was dead. I placed my hands on the heart and there for many minutes there was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eye will trouble me no longer. His eye will trouble me no longer." (chorus) (chorus) (chorus) (chorus) |
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[Violent J]
Now I woke and been reborn Though I have just until dawn I remember every face Spirits show me every place First one sleeps inside his bed Place my fingers on his head To each temple push and smother Till my fingers touch each other [Shaggy 2 Dope] Next one makes love to his wife Only wish to take his life For his family's done no wrong Place his children on the lawn Tell the misses, leave the room Less she wish to witness doom Grab the squirming filthy goat And shove the dresser down his throat [Violent J] I must quickly use my gift Next two work the midnight shift Drinking coffee in the back I will listen to them chat Hear them speaking of my death Hear the laughter in their breath But the laughter quickly died When their heads collide Die! You're gonna die... [Violent J] Now my anger's growing worse Next one's working as a nurse Have to make a doctor's call Drag my body down the hall Grab a scalpel and a blade Time to play the nurse's aide Operate and strap her down Carve her face into a clown [Shaggy 2 Dope] Killed another then three more Now we're down to only four This man drives a taxi cab Another wicked life to grab Screaming that he'd thought I'd died Let's go for a taxi ride In the wreck of twisted steel The steering wheel becomes his meal [Violent J] This man watches his TV Scanning channels endlessly Stops at station forty-four It's the Wicked Clown Show Watch me juggle, watch me dance In 3-D watch me enhance Watch me crawl out from the screen And squeeze your neck until you're green Die! You're gonna die... Time... [Violent J] Even though, there's just one left I feel my bones becoming stiff And now I wonder endlessly The spirits have abandoned me My limbs are falling piece by piece My ears and fingers in the street But still yet see no morning sun And here's my victim's early run [Shaggy 2 Dope] Quickly grab him from behind Round his neck with fishing twine Keep him still and pull the string Watch his head go bobbling Listen to my riddle song Even though my crime was wrong Murder me just for your law And I'll be back for all y'all Die! You're gonna die... I'll be back for all y'all... |
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[Violent J]
Laying in my bed, I think of many horror tales Yet I barely move, my bed is made of nails I try to roll, my skin slowly tears away My flesh is stuck to my bed as I begin my day Walking out the house, this morning, the sky is red The streets are crowded with the bodies of the living dead They're trying to die, they're leaping off of roof tops Uh, they only scream in pain as their body flops I'd rather stay inside my home and only pray to die But my house is been on fire since like '85 I can only stand a night of the fatal smoke But see you never die, you only burn and choke So I leave out the house and walk the land Wild pigs run and feed off the dying man And look around you, there's bodies hanging from the trees But they're not dying, they're only crying "please" I hear the thunder in the sky, so I run in hide The deadly rain may soon come down, you got to get inside The lunatics see the lightning, they're screaming, yes It's raining blood, the streets are a bloody mess About once or twice a week though it thunder storms That's when giant heavy red and black clouds form It's raining blood, livers, and kidneys from the sky Prepare cuz when you die, you're coming to the killing fields "What shall that be? What shall that be? When that fine moment comes. When the curtains are drawn, the windows are shut, the doors close, and you've written what you've written, you said it, that's it. What will you look to be? What about it, mister, when you've had your last beer. You laughed at family and laughed at your little wife. She begged you not to go out to that bar." [Violent J] As I feed off a dead pig, I'm thinking back To when I had a heart beat, and how I would act I would steal from the poor, I'd laugh at the sick But in the killing fields, you get your fucking neck ripped So as I walk along, I meet a lot of strange folks Some people with no eyes, and gashed open throats And if they notice your eyeballs are working well They try to dig em out your skull, and go for self Now in the summertime, it's like a whole 'nother realm Water victims, fire, and oceans overwhelm To walk outside, the heat will surely cook your brains Try to run across the street your hair will burst in flames Victims in a panic run from the heated light Underneath the city, into the sewer pipes Into the fire storm this becomes your new land But there's no food, so you feed off the other men And now it's been seven months, I'm barely fed I chase a Billy Billy goat with a human's head He's steady screaming "Let me be! Let me be!" But while I chase him there's another demon chasing me All of time moves backwards, I'm growing old And the clouds are burning fire, and so I'm told That there's a lot of living souls such as the rich That choose to live like a bitch, I'll see you in the Killing Fields "You've had your big time of lust and sin and filth. What is the end going to be when you realize that time is up? You've crossed the finish line going in the wrong direction. What shall it be? What about it, ya man? When you spent your life in a few years time? You're burned out shell at 25 years of age. What shall it be? What about it? You could go to hell (what shall it be?) Come, come on down, down (you're going to the killing fields) |
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