INTRO

It was a soft gentle night In the little town of, of, well, you're 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
CARNIVAL OF CARNAGE
Carnival of Carnage (26x) Yo, and now for your enjoyment Please welcome The IC-motherfucking-P...

THE JUGGLA

Well, you know the juggla jumped in the mixer Been down the road and I broke a few necks And I'll break a few more, so what's up Road by me on the corner, I'm a hold my nuts up Its finna fuck you wit' dat But if you a sewer skank let me hit dat Cuz I'm Violent J, ain't even one to fake it I wanna see some folded up skank bitches naked I pass out when it gets dark And woke up naked at the Clark Park Gotta go, gotta get before I get the wrap Gotta chopped off head chilling in my lap Mr. Shrink, Mr. Shrink, I'm sick Lunatick-tick-tock, it don't quit It don't quit, it don't quit Mr. Shrink, I'm sick, a lunaticky-tick The doctor told me I'm a psycho So I ate his face like I don't know Knife to the neck and got some more The night of the axe, the night of the forty fuck Bitch, I'm a man you can talk ta But after you leave I'm a stalk ya If you're a little kid I'm a take ya And if you're neck I'm a break ya If you're an old lady I'm a mug ya Cuz bitch, you can't fuck with the juggla Yes, ladies and gentlemen, he is...the juggla He'll cut your windpipe, eat your face And slit your motherfucking heart out You can see this freak show at the world famous Carnival of Carnage Keep juggling, motherfucker! Cuz ya know the juggla will throw ya up fast And if I drop you that's your ass I shake and twist, try to keep calm I might go to hell cuz I'm down with Esham Gotta rhyme for your Uncle Willy Then I hit him in the head with a Billy Willy, Willy, watch your mouth And fuck the south Running with a gang of twenty street hoods, yo What's up bitch, ah, what's up ho? Sometimes you act like you ain't down With a psychotic wicked clown Fucking my friends ain't healthy Cuz I grab you by the face and fuck you up And it's like that bitch that's the way it is I'm allowed to fuck, ho, I'm in show biz Sets in the hood want me for dead So I paint my tag on they forehead Stick your little 'kay by my taggin' You can fit twenty clowns in a Volkswagon And we coming straight to your brick house I'm a huff, and puff, and blow your fuckin' neck loose And then I might mug ya Cuz they're will be no fucking with the juggla Juggling eyeballs, juggling heads What you've heard about, what you've read The juggling wicked clowns will come to your Birthday party, wedding, and barmitzva And cut your back off for a small fee The juggla ain't taking no shorts from nobody Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh Let the fucking bass go And the juggla make it last Down with 2 Dope and try n' get trashed My fellow fucking fellas Southwest gangster killas Violent J, the psychopathic Some might say I'm schitsofrantic Others think I'm quite the psychic But somehow the bitches like it What's up bitch, let me get the shot Right here and now, butt-naked on the spot Why am I like this, like that Why are you like that, like this The ghetto took my brain and motherfuck I want it back I'm that nerd in the back of the class That went psycho and killed your ass I slash and cut and hack With a "Kick Me" sign on my back In my corner is scyne therapy They take care of me, but don't stare at me Cuz like I said I'll mug ya Now run on home and don't fuck with the juggla Finally happened, the wicked clown have come to your town And he's got your daughter by the hand Showing her a new land The southwest ghetto zone, where all the jugglas roam Come one, come all and have the juggla cut your face off Skip to the lou Juggla juggla fuck with the juggla You can't fuck with the juggla Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh Let the fucking bass go

FIRST DAY OUT

Got another funky rhyme Another funky, funky rhyme Got another funky rhyme Another funky rhyme Another funky, funky rhyme Aw shit, man, that's the ICP!!! This is my jam!!! I'm on a psychedelic, motherfucking inter-gallactic void G!!! Aw, shit! Well, they let the gate up so I bail It's been six months pick me up from the county jail With a smog mother payin' my dues Steel toliets, worn blankets, and rubber shoes But I ain't naggin' Here come the fellas I can hear the muffler draggin' 8 men in the car long And the Faygo is almost gone My nuts are kinda hard so I need a mate So my homeboy's cousin set me up with a blind date She said "Pick me up at three" Can't bitch, the bus don't ride your street, ho We gonna eat at Mexican Village Take a cab and I'll pay the tab And when she showed, well, I'll be damned Left my wallet at home on the TV stand Have her pay him and for dinner too The knot in my sock, it done bit you She's all prettied up for nothing I'm smelling like shit and my chin is scruffing And I'm chewing on my food like a pitbull Cuz I won't front for the ho Stuck my face in a bowl of soup And just sucked it all up threw my missin' tooth The bitch jumped up with a boom "I have to fix my hair" and broke to the bathroom She's got the tab, so I go for mine And order up some '52 vintage wine Hey, Louie, bring a fuckin' steak with that Motherfuckers like jail say fuck dat She's back now and her hair ain't fixed Probably took a long greasy-ass smelly shit I ain't saying nothing though I ain't saying nothing bout the funkin' ho What's up bitch, I'm ready to break How long can one fat bitch take? Quite snacking and pay me saps Cuz we goin' home to meet her pops "So Joe, what is that you do for a living?" "Aww, come on pops, you seen me selling rocks on Verner and Springwell. Matter fact, I think I sold to that fat bitch in the kitchen" Your dad's really cool sweetheart I mean him letting me use his car And he slipped me a fifty Violent J is kinda nifty If I'd a hit you'd be home through But now your coming home with me Dad I gotta bitch in the bedroom Take your ass to the bar and don't come home soon Now the juggla's known to smack hoes But I need the shot too So I switch to the mack mode Now woman, you know I love you So why don't you just let me fuck you Now bitch, I know you's a freak So let me get a little kiss on your cheek And a fuck to go with that Come on, nympho, let me hit that Tell ya what you let me stick it And I gotta left over piece of chicken for ya Ya little sewer skank Ya nasty little pipe-smoking sac-chasing ho And that was that A little smooth talking she was on her back And I'm finally sticking Dump ya, and I'm eating my chicken You'll never guess what My first day out and I caught my nut First day out and I caught my nut

REDNECK HOE

Rapping to this bitch with a red neck A red neck, that fucking red neck Rapping to this bitch with a red neck A down south bitch with a red-ass neck Bitch, you gotta red neck But you look kinda straight so I'm bout to step Heard you like fucking in pig pens You never seen boys, so you fuck your girlfriends Bitch, I know you's a ho So let me fuck you with my big toe Cuz I don't care what them hicks can do Shit, I can fuck like a chicken hawk too Bitch, we can take a walk But I hate the way you fuckin' hillbillies talk So keep your filthy ass mouth shut And don't say shit, nasty slut Bitch, I wanna hit it So I can drop your ass in a New York minute But you quick to act like you didn't know Like you didn't know, that I'm a jigglo, you didn't know Bitch, we can sit on the porch Swing in a chair, I don't fucking care But then it's to the sac, to the sac we go I'm finna fuck this red neck ho Bitch, you's a ho And ho you's a bitch Everybody knows that you's a... Funky bitch Rapping to this bitch with a red neck A fucking red neck, a red-ass neck Rapping to this bitch with a red neck Said a mop-top corn stalk red-ass neck Bitch, it's 2 Dope Before I threw you this dik, I throw you some soap Cuz you been in the barn all day Milking cows and fucking with hay Bitch, if you let me hit I don't care, you can play your Wayne Newton shit I can take a little Conway Twitty While I'm sucking on red neck tittie Bitch, I go down south With a piece of wheat hanging out my mouth And sport a funky-ass straw hat But after I hit it...MOTHERFUCK THAT! Bitch, I from the big city And I'm finna fall asleep on your big tittie Yeah, it's the farmer's daughter But I ain't gonna fu** in no swamp water Bitch, drop your overalls And we fuck in the back of a horse stall You're the ugly bitch I know But I still fuck ya, red neck ho Bitch, you's a ho And ho you's a bitch Everybody knows that you's a... Funky bitch My ratsaw can't even hang With the wicked shit you've done You go lynching with your gang On a brother or a Mexican Fuck, this shit may never quite Bigots may never learn I'll cut your motherfucking throat out, bigot Now it's your turn Bigots in the north seem to get respect You know I'd choke that greasy neck Step to the left, step to the right In my piece, and I'll fuck your face up Bitch, cuz I don't sleep I said "Fuck you, bitch, I don't sleep" In the south there's a lot of good faces But shit, I'm gat on a fucking racists Bitch, I can't tell from where I'm at But it looks like your neck is red, fuck that I'm about to step So I can say I fucked a ho with a red neck Bitch, you's a ho And ho you's a bitch Everybody knows that you's a... Funky bitch

WIZARD OF THE HOOD

One time, the ICP with this shit For you and your boys to say "fuck yeah" to Yo, G, kick some of that shit about the wizard and all that Drop a psycho beat and go on and rap, bald-headed fuck Aw shit, homeboy, you should of seen me I was flipped at the party drinking a fifth of MD Straight passed-out on his mother's bed With seven cans of brew going through my head Dreaming, I was sipping on Faygo With my dope posse, hear comes a tornado Huh, I can't run no where Cause the whole damn house was spinning through the air (damn!) And don't laugh just yet And it bland my motherfucking eyes bet And here comes a three and a half foot pimp With a blue zoo suit and a mack daddy limp Yo, I gotta grip on my weapon Cuz this midget motherfucker and his boys are stepping "Oh my, look at the witch You crushed and killed that wicked old bitch" And they saying that I'm doomed Cuz I killed some ho that rides on a broom Fuck this, I'm going back to where I stay And I walking down the yellow brick alleyway Interlude (contains samples from "Wizard of Oz" and "Ghetto Zone") Well, go on motherfucker! Now I'm roaming just like basshead Everybody know just where the alley led And don't say you don't know Which way to go, yo, there go the scarecrow I ain't playing this bullshit no more So I whip out the nigger play the double-four Best tell my ass how to get back Or I'll blow the straw out your fucking head You wanna see the wizard? Fuck yeah, I do Get me off this pole and I'll come with you You know the wiz Yeah, its the road for him Then he gave me on a 'gene Now I gotta bullet for him So me and the crow was walking on bricks Spitting and cussing and holding our diks Thinking, damn, this ain't how the movie goes I ain't seen one motherfucking rainbow Ain't a fresh pair of kicks in the land Just what you thought, there go the tin man How to get to the wizard? What the fuck I ain't saying shit until you oil me up I don't see any motherfucking oil, bro Oil me up with a forty of Red Bull Huh, just like the book said Tin Man was stumbling like a crackhead Old-ass rusted out metal But we was on our way to see the wizard of the ghetto "Somewhere over the rainbow" (Shut the) fuck up, bitch ***GUNSHOTS*** Damn, this ain't Kansas, ho This is the southwest motherfucking ghetto zone, bitch So pick your skank ass up And you and Toto get the fuck on Yeah, we've come a long way Drop the motherfuckers all the way to Del Ray And I'm a wonder land story book tourist Gripping that .44 we coming up to the forest Anything could be out there Lions, tigers, maybe a bear Hoods and hoodlums and theives, oh my (3x) I'm a kick somebody in they fuckin' eye Don't fuck with me at a time like this I'll send out a bullet guarenteed won't miss So I just move and the hooks are flying You've come and buck with the fucking lion I want rings, chains, any kind of gold Or what? Or I'm a let this nine unfold Man, fuck this, come back to Del Ray There you can rob motherfuckers any day Crackheads, hoes, whatever you can name Catch all the rich ones coming out the ball game (yeah) So finally we was at the castle And with the guards, we got no hastle They all just got the fuck out our way I guess even in Oz they know of Violent J Interlude Yo, where's the motherfucking wizard stay Who wants to know? Violent-psychopath-J I wanna word with him at gun point Cuz there's no place like Detroit Welcome to the wizards kingdom The Wizard of the Ghetto as its said Welcome to the wizards kingdom Sorry, motherfucker, this is where you'll stay Scarecrow, you ain't shit to me And the lion ain't shit but a snack for three Tin Man, don't take me for a sucker I'll chew your ass up and spit bullets out, motherfucker We let it rain, Seventy-nine slugs to his fucking brain Then I stepped back cool and calm Cuz the Tin Man was dropping cluster bombs Everybody know about car jacking So me and the fellas went home macking Jumped in a smooth-ass ride Drop top Geo says "Wiz" on the side Gripped it back to the hood where we came from And that shit was fun Next thing I knew I was back at the party Got up and was finning to tell everybody But I just let it pass Cuz I know they'll laugh at my drunk ass

GUTS ON THE CEILING

Oh, you'll never guess what's up My mucking head blew up My chins in an old man's backyard I gotta sneak threw his yard To find the motherfucker And he's gotta pitbull dog And it's sitting on my chin like a frog on a log I throw a bone to try to distract Cuz I'm wanting my chinny-chin-chin back I'll never be one to boast But there's my tongue hanging off the lightpost Cuz my head exploded And my brains unloaded All over this beautiful city Teeth and bones to the nitty gritty There's my eyeball stuck to the wall Right next to my splattered jaw I don't dig this game Chasing my brains all through the sewer drains My head's all over the block Cuz I done went lunatick-tock tick-tock Come on, dawg, what's wrong with my head? It blew apart but I still ain't dead I get no respect I got nothing but guts hanging off my neck But I'll still chilling Even with my blood and guts all over the ceiling I'm chillin', I'm illin' With my guts all over the ceiling Oh, you'll never guess what's up My mucking back blew up If you come across a spine Best believe it's mine Oh, forget about my tongue Cuz vato can't breathe without no lungs I lost both of mine Now that's an item that I wouldn't mind to find But forget about dat Cuz I'm roaming the streets with a splattered back I'm trying to rap to this freak But she can see my ribs all in the street Then the chit-chat went dead She noticed that I ain't got no head Shhh, I think I hear my heart But damn, it got hit by a Smark bus And landed in Pontiac So I tell my mellow to send it back Come on, wined and my back blow up Look for my guts, look for my guts I gotta call from Nate the Mack Says he might of found part of my back Then bring it on over, ace I got slabs all over the place But I'm still chillin' Even with my blood and guts all over the ceiling I'm chilling, I'm illing With my guts all over the ceiling You'll never guess what's up Ahh, I'm down on my luck Got no head Said I got no head Southwest ghetto zone It done fried my brain I'm chilling, I'm illing With my guts all over the ceiling

IS THAT YOU? w/Kid Rock

Violent J, Violent J, is that you? I'm on the microphone, so what'cha wanna do? Violent J, Violent J, is that you? A wicked, wicked clown painted just for you I drink Faygo it's only a buck-ten I'm a pour it on your tits when we fucking Cuz I'm with that kinky shit, ho I can see you butt-naked in your window Shimmy up the house side dash Now I'm gonna press my nuts on the glass Let me in, ho, don't ya know I'm Violent J of the ICP, yo I got me a checklins cashing If I could spend it with the hoes I'm crashing But don't get all geek slut Cuz I'm a buy ya some lava to wash your butt What's this clown shit about? A knife to your neck and your throats hanging out With a do-me-ray Now it's about time I say Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? Yeah, let me tell ya what I wanna do Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? Yo, Nate, Yo, Nate Woohoo!!! Frontin', they frontin', everybody's frontin' Violent Violent J is gonna tell ya something If ya know a bitch who got grits Kid Rock, Kid Rock will probably eat that shit Boohoo motherfucker what'cha cry for I'm that nigger that your bitch would die for The whore showed up at my front door So I fucked her in the ass and I threw her out the back door The bitch thought it was a cake drive She said drive me to the city, so I dropped her off at lake side You driving me home, well I meant ta But plans have changed so get your ass on the centar Ho, this ain't no taxi I be mackin' hoes, they don't mack me Never slacking, hoes I be macking Kid Rock, Kid Rock Never slacking, hoes I be macking Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit The funk, the funk from the old days Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit The funk from the old days Well, I'm up for the shot in a minute Show me a valley, I might yoddle in it Like somebody else I know I been to Mount Plen as I've been to Romeomeomeo Wicked clowns gonna flow for ya some Three for the treble, eight for the drum Five for the homies that I run with Bitch, call your mother cause you're done with Toe tip-toe, I snuck in your house And fell asleep butt-naked on the front couch So, excuse me, pops, I'm napping So could ya shut the fuck up with that yapping And your wife's all worked up for nothing She act like she ain't never seen a wang or something Cuz it really don't matter I'm a show my nuts to innocent bystander Every fucking day Cuz it's about time I say Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? Yeah, let me tell you what I wanna do Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? I just said it was motherfucker Skinny dipping in the pool, you know I drown hoes Fuck them doggie style and play that ass like a bongo Hit it, hit hi-hit it Hitting homerums and never wimp, ho Smoke my dik like it's a big spliff This ain't a blooper and I'm no joker But I can shoot a nut 50 foot like a super soaker But I won't pull it out for a cheap joke Instead I play John Holmes in a sequel to Deep Throat Taste the nut in your mouth, just to school ya But ho, don't let the smooth taste fool ya Don't let the smooth taste fool ya...

THE NIGHT OF THE AXE

Shit, I can't fucking take this All this fucking pressure, I'm dying Make me go motherfucking crazy I got all these motherfuckers Every where I go They gonna come down on me (Background: Why don't you get a job, man?) Oh no, here they come, man Stop it, man, stop it, man I can't fucking take it, HAHAHAHAH Come on, man HAHA HAHA There's no ouhahahat Showed up at your high school prom With an axe in my motherfucking palm And I jumped out the first date swinging Necks and backs went flinging and a toe I went psychopathic Choping throats with a hatchet Cuz they try to get me So I took a head with me Ran down the hall butt-naked If you gotta life I'm a take, huh Cuz I got it going on And I broke to the female john (AAAH!) Motherfuckers think I'm sick You ever seen a bitch take a shit, fuck dat A lot of dookie-ass beef Cuz female shittin' is news to me Climbed up the fire escape How many lives can one motherfucker take? One life, two life, three life, four Throw me a mach 10 I'll vow to take more Fifty lives coming out, eighty Fuck this, I'm finna whoop this lady Tied the bitch up to the lightpost Slapped her in her face cuz I'm psycho Beat her down and beat her up ......Fucking slut So bitch make me wonder Kicked her gut and left my number Call me, fucking nympho Then I threw her out the window Broke and I climbed up a tree, guy Came back down, I don't know why Straight up insanity Damn, if it ain't a family I hope they come home soon Cuz I'm waiting in the bedroom I'm gone and I ditched the ride And left the dead Wilsons inside Jetting and I'm hopping fences Finning through like my man in Caline, Texas Cuz I'm psycholistic You look once and you missed it Look twice and it caught your eye Me, beating the shit out of some guy With a bag of bricks Impressing them dirty-ass sewer chicks A club, though, you can't trust Should of known when I jacked the bus Fourteen passengers riding it One naked psycho driving it And we go and grip it And they're be no slipping Cuz I'm thinking the worst Shit like woman and children die first Make you shiver When I drove that bitch in the river Everybody dies Only me survives Innocent fucks is what I want So I'm heading for the restaraunt There's always gotta be a hero But I can't be stopped with silver bullets Or a wooden stake It's your life I quickly take Don't talk shit, I take 'em Take your life, take your life Coppers and choppers persue The boys in blue, the whole caroo I do what they never think So I'm heading for the 18th precinct Cuz when they finally call it quits I'll be there to cut their necks And that's what I did I hate a fucking pig I get a job at the Donut Shop Just to poison the cop Cut-o-pathic And I'll fuck you up in a straight jacket Cuz they finally got me Broke my legs and shot me But I'm still laughing Cuz of what happened on the night of the axe On the night of the axe (just psycho)... AAAH!!!

PSYCOPATHIC

The ghettos of America are breeding grounds For the criminal minded As for years they have killed one another of And America has enjoyed its creation But now these ghetto-minded criminals Have crossed the line into your neighborhood And will soon give you a taste of the hell That they have lived for so long So pops, this time its your son gets shot Deal with your own creation Well, I've been to the storm house and then some Payed me dues but I'm still a street hoodlum Dropped out of school cuz I couldn't find my locker Stubbles on my chin, I got hair like Chewbacca Might see me sleeping on the street Don't look for a job cuz there's no jobs looking for me Then it all went to my head Next, forty-nine motherfuckers dead Tell the pigs I did it Place spot at your back And beat you in the head with it And keep your bitch in place Or I'm a send her ass home with a foot print on her face Uh, I'm hating sluts Shoot them in the face, steb back and itch my nuts 'Less I'm in the sac Cuz I fuck so hard it'll break they back All the pressure's packed into one nut I was waiting on a bus and my head blew up And the sight'll make ya sick Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic Psychopathic Thought you know bitch The ICP is made up of psychotic Demented psycho clumsy motherfuckers And we'll put a hook on your bumb leg Like it ain't nobody's business So I'm standing by the train tracks Then you see me running butt naked with a battle axe I'm swinging and slicing and chopping and cutting and.. Aah, until I'm nothing Seems like I always get beat down Like the hawk turned to the wicked clown Tail turned out to the ghetto cuz Southwest Detriot is comended one's home So you might see me at a festival Cussin', rude, and scratching my testicles With a cold two-liter in hand Rapping to the bitch at the french fry stand Take it to the Patent Park Then I'll make a sexist remark Cuz they're all eventually bitching Serve me fucking take your ass to the kitchen Police don't like me it's obvious Just don't look in the trunk Or the sight'll make you sick Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic (theme from "Halloween") Yeah, I've always been a psycho Psycho-psycho-sick-psycho-sick-psycho-psycho I'll throw rocks at stray dogs Build crackhouses out of Lincoln logs I cut class, said I was a faker You was in school, I was home watching Green Acres Now I'm all up in your face You can barely hear the rap with all that bass I'm running with a southwest street gang And I never let my southwest meat hang Cuz you know what ICP's all about Take a brick off the street And bust you in the mouth Find the girl's daddy's rich And his sweet little angel's my sewer freak bitch But I filled the turkey up with the stuffing Like Billy Bill say, "a bitch ain't nothing" Grab her by the arm and break Grab her by the life and take it And, ya know, the sight'll make ya sick Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic Psychopathic

BLACKEN YOUR EYES

Filled your head with lead Cuz I want you dead... Girlie girlie bitch You fucking freaky bitch I knowing what you think You think your shit don't stink Take you out to dine And dine and wine and dine I tell you you look fine Then we fuck till I break your spine Bitchy bitchy ho We fucking on the floor We fucking in the bed Then I'll shoot you in your head You never make me cry Before that bitch you die Wicked clown sadistic Sadistic psycholistic I do like Nate the Mack And club ya in the back I'm not like other guys I'm quick to blacken your eyes Tommy son take off your coat I'll make you feel at home Then take out my billy club and go upside your dome Bitchy bitchy ho You fucking freaky ho You have a can of mace I'll shoot you in your face I grab you by the neck And rip that shit out Don't think that I'd hit ya But I'd punch and stomp and kick ya You wouldn't hit a lady What bitch! What ho! BITCH!!! You told me that you loved me I thought that shit was true But then you sucked on my boy's dik Until his balls turned blue Freaky freaky trick Take your fucking pink Suck or fuck or what? Nasty nasty slut I guess love is the word You act like you ain't heard I'm not like other guys I'm quick to blacken your eyes Bitchy bitchy ho You fucking freaky ho I heard you gotta neck Why, uh, why don't you let me, uh Why don't you uh Why don't you let me break it, bitch? I think I heard a ho A helpless drunken ho Someone tell me so Do I hear a ho? Bitch, get in the car Then I'll take you to the bar But I took her to the alley And kicked her with the balley Stomped her in her face Her chicky chicky face You took my heart and bit it So I took your lip and split it You took my life and crushed it I took your head and bust it I take your leg and break it I take your life and take it And bitch it's no surprise I'm not like other guys Take it, take it, take it Cut off your head and bake it And bitch it's no surprise I'm quick to blacken your eyes Tommy son take off your coat I'll make you feel at home Take that razor to your throat, I'm from the ghetto zone Bitchy bitchy ho You fucking freaky ho...