ICP LYRICS

« Riddle Box »

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to your death! Now let's see where you're headed, turn the crank and experience what's in store for you, deep within the mighty riddle box!"(echo) (chorus) He hehe he he he he he hehe heh heh heh! Da joke's on you! (hehe Riddle box) He hehe he he he he he hehe heh heh heh! Da joke's on you! (hehe Riddle box) Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked clowns... hey, I'm Violent J. And I'm here, well I'm here to kick yo ass. We the wicked juggalos, we juggle those who live like hoes and chose... The Express Route, One Way. Straight down the spiral twist to the Riddle Box. (chorus) (chorus) Hey, what's up motherfucker. This is Shaggs 2 dope congratulatin' you... For opening the box. The Riddle Box (w/ echo). It looks like you received your prize. The cost? Well the cost... was your ass! Bitch-boy! Ah ha-ha Ha-ha Ha-ha-ha ha ha ha (chorus) Tell me sir, what can you do? It looks like the joke's on you. (repeats) C'mon 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 bones! Turn the crank and let's find out. C'mon on down, Mister, you don't have anything to be scared of do you, sir? So what's gonna pop out of the mighty Riddle Box? Spin the crank and let's find out. Whadda ya say? Step right up. Who's first? Who's brave enough To step into their new eternal destiny? Surely someone must be confident, That their life wasn't totally evil. Step right up and seal your fate.

« Chicken Huntin »

Well, I'm headed down a southern trail, I'm goin' Chicken huntin'. Choppin' red neck chicken necks I ain't sayin' nothin' To the hillbilly, stick my barrel in his eye Boom-shaka, boom-shaka, Hair chunks in the sky. Why? I, never liked chicken pot pie Or the chopped chicken on rye Tell Mr. Billy Bob I'm a cut his neck up Slice, poke, chop-chop, stab, cut. "What can you do with a drunken hillbilly?" Cut his fuckin' eyes out, and feed 'em to his Aunt Nilly. Willie, Willie Chicken neck. Chicken huntin' gotta love it. Hit him with the 12 gauge bucket, Chicken nuggets. Layed out all over the grass. Bet his little hound dog'll eat 'em up fast

(Pre-Chorus): Last as long as you can, my man, Cuz when that chicken head hits the fan you got... Blood, Guts, Fingers and Toes. Blood, Guts, Fingers and Toes. Blood, Guts, Fingers and Toes. Sittin' front row at the chicken show, so...

(Chorus): Who's goin' Chicken Huntin'? We's goin' Chicken Huntin'. Who's goin' Chicken Huntin'? We's goin' Chicken Huntin'. Who's goin' Chicken Huntin'? We's goin' Chicken Huntin'. Cut a motherfuckin' chicken now, Right!

Lemme get a chicken sandwich, with manwich, I Feel the red on a Chicken neck. Choppin up Hilly and Billy Bob Billy Cuz I chop motherfuckin' red necks silly. Peeped in your yard tell me what did I see? I seen a chicken boy, fuckin' this sheep. I said, "Mister, mister, What the fuck you tryin' to do?" Badau-bad-a-bada-bada-bau Barrels in your mouth, bullets to your head, The back of your neck's all over the shed. Boom-shaka-boom, chop, chop, bang, I'm 2 Dope and it ain't no thing To cut a chicken, triggers clickin' Blow off his head but his feet still kickin'

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Went to Kentucky, I got lucky, Met this hog callin' bitch named Blocky. Ridin' on a chicken, milkin' a sow. Hittin' switches in a drop-top, low-ride tractor plow. Red neck fella, moon-shine sella, Hangin' by his neck bone. Chicken bone's locked in the cella', Yella' bellied chicken plucka'. Ya red neck fucka!

(Chorus)

Rich bitch! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Ha ha ha ha ha! UH!

« Toy Box »

[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." WAHWAHWAHWAHWAH!

I was like 6, 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. Uh! 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 motherfucker, 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! Blew 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 You're always 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!"

« 3 Rings »

[Telephone Rings] "Hello?" "You have a collect call from "Fuck OOOFF". Please answer the following question yes or no." "Will you pay for the call?"

"Is this on? Gather round my wealthy friends, And endure the horrifying sights only your worst nightmares could produce. Actual human beings of a deformed nature. Come at once, and come and endulge yourself. In our own twisted amusement of another's misfortune. Yes, ladies and gentlemen. Enter our 3 ring show of freaks!"

Ahhh! 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 Scarin' the shit outta all of ya'll bitches! Which is why you don't invite mine to your party Just cuz I don't look like everybody. I guess you're just a bunch of rich boys. Bitch boys. Scary. Blblbblah! 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 gon' act? So what if I got another arm growin' outta my back I guess I'm just another freak show thing And now they got me in the 3 rings

(chorus): 3 ring. A ding a ding ding. People love to point and stare. 3 ring. A ding a ding ding. It's the same as everywhere. 3 ring. A ding a ding ding. People love to point and stare. 3 ring. A ding a ding ding. It's the same as everywhere.

Ring two! How do ya do? I'm Shaggy 2-dope. Chicken-faced bitch! (Who?) You don't try to front hoe. Try to play me out just cuz I'm runnin wit the side show. So maybe it's the leg growin out my neck. But, don't jet baby, huh, not yet. Popped out the neden like a pund of lead. Doctor blew his back, rolled and dropped me on my head, Oh shit! I knew it had to fuck up my circuits. Cuz, when I was 2, my momma left me at the circus. Abandoned at the carnival, with the freak shows Like Bat-boy, Hermaphrodites, and Old Man Crow. But then I escaped to the ghetto zone. Started a crew of my own mutha fucka, I'm not alone. So don't be stickin' your finger in my face stank. Or your stomach might recieve a shank from the 3 ring freak.

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"I certainly hope you're enjoying yourselves, here, at our 3 ring exhibit. But, to be honest, I really don't see what's so fuckin' funny about it. These fuckin' people are real!"

"Ring 3, The ICP! Look if you want, But I wouldn't lay a hand on me. That's how you get fucked up. We'll squeeze your windpipe shut."

Yo! I'm a nerd, word. I drink Thunderbird. Half-snake woman kicked my love to the curb. She busted into my tent now I'm fucked. Had the fat-bearded lady in the buck. Ugh!. Fuck that. Bitch suck that. I was born with a wang, but I never had a nutsack. It's two balls hangin' wit no protection, so, I move real careful and slow. You can call me a weirdo, call me a freak. Call me Don Knotts cuz I'm gettin on it every week. Uh! So come see the carnival and throw me your change, bitch. I chill with the 3 rings.

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"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 looked fucked up? Just wait till I kick your fuckin' lips in a couple times! You'll be sittin' up here like a bitch, and we'll be laughin' at your folded ass. They'll call you Lumpy. After I done puttin 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 fuckin' little bitch! Come here, I'll shove that fucking corndog up your ass! Get the fuck outta here! The show's fuckin' over. Get the fuck outta here, you fuckin heartless bastards."

« Cemetary Girl »

"Tonight, tonight, we gather the dead! "Tonight, tonight! "Tonight, tonight, off with your head! Hahahahahaha!"

You'll never guess what's up. (repeat 7x) My muckin' head blew up!

She was ugly, long hair, short, nice figure though. So at the funeral it made me cry out, Why'd you die? I cannot I, I couldn't sleep with not a wink. I only think about my lady, I miss my baby! I need her by my side to hold me, to squeeze me, I still have pictures, but all they do is tease me. I see my therapist, she 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 think to fast though, just dig, things could get bloody. I watch my baby, I hit the top of baby's coffin. I'm thinkin' well she's better off inside if she died. Nah, she needs me. I can tell my baby wants me. 'Cuz every night at 2:15, my baby haunts me. I pry it open, the odor hits me. There she is. I lean down to give her a kiss, Because I need a:

(Prechorus): 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 that I can choke because my baby is already dead.

(Chorus): Cemetery lady, my cemetery girl, Cemetery baby, I want you in my world. Cemetery woman, we can still be down, You're more than just a corpse to a psychopathic clown. Cemetery lady, my cemetery girl, Cemetery baby, I want you in my world. Cemetery woman, we can still be down, You're more than just a corpse to a psychopathic clown.

Fuck, yeah mutha fucka! I don't want no stuck up little sassy brassy bitch, Ya know what I'm sayin'? I want me a cold stanky bitch! So bring it on dead momma!

She's as ugly as always, my baby hasn't changed. Except for the hole that's in her forhead, You can see her brains. Nevertheless, our love is still forever true. Her eyes have riven, 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 up on her face? Oh, it's just a booger. I lean her head back, to kiss her cracking lips. And then her neck cracks, 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 noticed that, 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 here tomorrow night. Because I need a:

(Prechorus) (Chorus)

Check it out, bitch! You ain't gettin' no stink stank! Get yo' ass a shovel and dig up a lil' somethin' somethin' Them clammy graveyard bitches, they dowwnn wit' da clowwnn!

You'll never guess what's up. (repeat 7x) My muckin' back blew up!

(Prechorus) (Chorus)

A Girl that make me happy, (3x) Oh-woo oo. Oh-woo oo.