Intro

[Southwest Strangla playing in car] "Man, fuck that bitch. I'm sick of that wack bitch. Why's everybody always trying to get with that mangey bitch? Hold up man, alright turn up here. I just can't figure out how she did this. Oh, look out for that car comin'!!!! [Car Crashes] "Welcome Sir" "Where the fuck am I? Wh-Where am I?" "It's not Where you're at! It's where you're going, and you won't know until you Turn The crank". "Turn the crank. Turn the Crank. Turn the crank. Turn the crank" [Music comes from box as he cranks it] "I was good...Please I was good......Boom" [Trap door opens] "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" "Ha ha haha aha haha haha ha haha hahaha hoohoo hoo hoohoo ha ha ha hahaha ha ha ha, Alright who's next?"




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.


Show must go on

Awwwwwwwwww, Shit Yo, check it out, man, ICP back in the haugh man! Violent J, man, 2 Dope, man, wicked clowns, man. Ha ha ha! Hey, quick, hurry up, bang. Open your mouth cause here comes my wang. I'm Violent J, the southwest skitzo. Born in a big top magical majisto Dead body disco rappin' to the hoochies. Dirty old fat hoe's come up with a smoochie. Hoochie coochie, la la la la la. I might pull your tongue out your mouth and try to hang ya. It's a full moon and the riddles are calling. Three more cards and the skies will be falling. But don't take it from me, I'm just a clown. Wicked clown, wicked town, Juggalugagaluga and lick it down And up 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. My feelings were so excited about the carnival rides. Everyone was jolly and jittery. I waited for their wagon until well after dusk. That night, while I was sleeping, I was awoken by a cold eerie wind. And, looking out, I saw strange men, cursing and filthy, and there were clowns, setting up their dreary tent." 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, In New York, in LA, in southwest town. Walked into El Rays, almost got my ass kicked. Rather just chill in the yard in my casket. Call up the hoe's have 'em swing by the tomb, And get a little stinky stank up in this bitch. Killer clowns kicked out the circus. Used to get loud let the midget ladies work this. I was a freak show, they called me the pogo. I can make my ballsack bob like a yoyo. "Give it up! Give it up!" Southwest looney tune, Killed another red neck fun, his head a looney dune, Gooney boon, gooney goon, I can hear the loons in my head as I sing my wicked song. The Show Must Go On. "I've never been afraid of clowns but these clowns were different. There was nothing funny about these clowns at that. The smiled, they juggled, they laughed, but yet something was terribly, terribly, wrong. I didn't like these clowns for I could see through 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): Come see the show, big top show, Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival. Dead carney, carnies, dead juggalos. Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival. You ask do we gangbang, do we bang in a gangbang, Do we bang-bang? I'm a gang banger, man! I bang in a gang, mang. You can suck my wang, mang. Richie-boy, bitchie-boy, it's a southwest thing. Serial murderer, southwest maniac, Slaughterer, lunatic, highschool brainiac, Straight A school boy, School kid `Till I went to school and tried to murder everyone, The Show Must Go On. "My innocent friends were fools, all of them. Totally unaware of the evilness within the clowns. Their eyes reflected stairways into hell, their faces covered in blood. I ran from the carnival grounds and yet every road and every path lead me right back to the big tent. I had to escape from the strongman, the freak shows, and the Ringmaster..." (Chorus) (Chorus) Heh heh heh heh! HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH! [Telephone rings] "Yello?" "Speak ta... Chicken Neck?" "Who?" "Chicken neck." "Nobody by that name here." "What about Chicken Balls?" "Nope." "What about Chicken fuckin' Gizzard Throat, is he there?" "Look boy, you got the wrong number." [Telephone clicks] [Telephone rings] "What the...? Hello?!" "Speak ta Rednuts?" "Who?" "Redballs, Willie Redneck Balls, is he there?" "Goddamnit!" [Telephone clicks] [Telephone rings] "Lemme get dis! Who in da hell is dis?!" "Speak ta Fatboy?" "WHO IN DA HELL IS DIS?!" "I wanna speak ta Fat Redneck fuckin' Chickenboy! Is he there?" "Goddamnit! [Telephone clicks] Fuckin' no good bastards!" [Knock at the door] "Git da damn door!" "Yeah, I have a delivery for a Mr. Redneck Fatballs." "What! You goddamn little!" [Machine gun firing and broken glass] "It's from the wicked clowns..."



Chicken Huntin'(Slaughterhouse mix)

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'

(Pre-Chorus) (Chorus)

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!



Interview

"Hello! How ya doin? I'm here with the Insane Clown Posse, ICP. How you guys doing?" "Bblblblblblblbl!!" "Well, uh, ok... I understand that you guys are from Detroit." "Wwaaaaaaaahh!" "Uh, yeah, ok. Why don't ah- Why don't you tell us something about the group?" "BURRRRRRP!" "Awright, Awright... Any long term goals?" "BRBRBRBRBRBRBR!" "Sure, yeah, yeah... How 'bout ah, solo projects? Any solo stuff to look forward to?" "HA! ha ha-ha!" "Well... well, ok, ok. Well, ah, thanks for coming by and, ah, we look forward to seeing you again, uhu. Thanks a lot! Bye-bye!"



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!"



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.


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.

(chorus)

"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.

(chorus)

"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."



Headless Boggie

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 by the 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. Fuck that! It's time to get live! Dead bodies let's all take a ride! Lean to the left and slide! The Headless Boogie! Hey, yo! I heard that ya died. Fuck that! It's time to get live! Dead bodies let's all take a ride! Lean to the left and slide!

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 your 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. And that ended it all, and 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 shit!

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