Beverly Killaz 50187

KISS THE CLOWN 
Jugglers, come out to play... 
Guess who's coming to your big town 
Jugglin' jesters, kick-it clowns 
Circus sound, painted frown 
Carnival of carnage creeping round 
I'm Violent J and I'm sick 
They try to run me down but ya know I'm too slick 
And I slip and slide like a slinkie 
Slip and slide with my twinkie 
Welcome to my world as it winds and it twists 
I'm a kick a funky little rhyme that you missed 
Boloo-chewy-wuwwy-do-boo 
And you'd be fucked up if that was really voodoo 
Come see the one at the show of your life 
See me breathe fire and swallow a knife, right 
I ain't swallowing nothing, Jack 
But I can juggalo like you never thought you'd ever know 
And we packin' that funk 
With a snap and a clap and a jump jump 
So chicky chicky freak if ya wanna be down 
Step on up, ah...and kiss the clown 
Stop the bus 
Violent J comes out 
Barrels to your face 
And blow your fucking face off 
Cuz ya know my mind is golden oh 
Happen to catch me a Beverly show 
Body fell asleep but my mind goes on 
Welcome to the world of juggla's dome 
First day I enrolled at the high school 
Butt-naked with an axe, "wow, he's so cool" 
"Stand up and say your name, tell us about yourself" 
My name's 2 Dope and I cut necks all to hell 
Dylan, Dylan, I'm trying to find Dylan 
I'm finna cut his throat with a carny carny killin' 
Rich boy never seen a ghetto jokero 
Slap you in the head with a sledgehammo 
Sorry Dylan didn't mean to knock ya 
Then I stuffed his dead body in my locker 
To the next class don't wanna be late 
Finna ask Brenda on a little date 
I heard this bitch likes to fight in clubs 
Took her to a Might Max threw a pair of gloves 
Wants to get her ass beat by a fat dyke 
And left the money-ass bitch there for the night 
Woke her in the morning, threw her in the trunk 
Threw her in the tub, cuz the dumb bitch stunk 
How you doing Brenda, mind if I bend ya 
Over rover, do me like Dundy 
I'm sure ya'd like that, ya little skank 
And when I finished, I stuffed the fucking head in the fish tank 
Back to the school, fat bitch in the locker 
Couldn't fit her booty in, so I cut her booty out 
Sometimes I feel like I'm already in hell 
Throwing up children on Del Ray smell 
Fuck those fucking fucks, uh 
Rich fucks, man, fuck those fucks 
Beverly Hills is Beverly Kills 
I'm gonna bring ghetto carnival thrills 
Where's that other little rich little fag 
Looking for Brandon cuz we can't stand him 
I know my boys make the bass go boom 
But shhh, you can hear jacking off in the boys room 
"Aww, aww, Dylan. I want your anus. Aww, you're so hot." 
Kicked in the stall then I kicked in his jaw 
Kicked him in face and kicked in his balls 
Punk tried to run but he couldn't try to wobble 
Bust him in the head with an empty Faygo bottle 
Took him to the staircase, jumped on his face 
Road him down the bumpy chase 
Can I hear him breathe one last note 
Stuffed his back down his throat 
Back to the locker, boy oh boy oh 
Back to the locker, stop that fucker! 
Back to the locker, boy oh boy oh 
Back to the locker, fucking stop that fucker! 
Walking down the hall and I'm feeling like the shit 
Cuz all that's left is one skank ass bitch 
Kelly, Kelly, your neden's kinda smelly 
Funk down your legs and up to your belly 
But I'm with Del Ray, so fuck, don't fade me 
Let me him man, you're finna kick the can 
"Come on, bitch, man. You're getting ready to die anyway. 
Bitch, calm down. Let me get a little putang, ya know what I'm 
saying. Let me get a little trimp, bitch. You finna die." 
Okay, cuz I'm not a raper 
But ya still make morning paper 
Kelly found dead in her bathroom 
Nah, Kelly found dead in her dad's room 
No, Kelly found dead in her backyard 
Cuz Kelly choked on a Joker's Card 
Smashed up bodies chilling in my locker 
Kelly wouldn't fit, chop-chop-chop-chop her 
Oh no, principal know what I'm about 
Cuz one of Dylan's sideburns was sticking 
Oh shit, they chase me cuz they found the bodies 
Now I run my ass off, he-ho he-ho 
Yelling, getting mad, you can hear them cuss 
Didn't look both ways and got hit by bus 
Crunched up under, tangled in the wheels 
Spit me out the muffler, ya know how that feels 
Lost both my legs so I'm running on my hands 
Then I seen Prince so I clap cuz I'm a big fan 
And straight busted my face on the street 
And here come the police...ya know 

17 DEAD I got shot with a buck shot, shot me down But you know you can't paint a frown on a clown Sewer gutter blood runs through my system Death stopped by but I must have just missed him Am I in a southwest street gang? Do I bang, do I slang, do I let my motherfuckin' nuts hang? But do you care I got stabbed in the eye and you wadn't no where And what about the time I got fucked When I got shot in the throat...fuckin' sucked But you news wouldn't know me You could give a fuck less never the less unless Something happened in your suburbs I'm a cut your daddy's neck, you little fuckin' nerd I don't give a fuck where you're from boy So don't tell me cuz I don't give a fuck It's all about what's going on in your head Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, it don't bother you Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, it don't bother you You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection I woke up next to a dead body Roll it out the way and jump out of bed Strap on my kicks and step out my room Cuz somehow there's another stiff in the bathroom Dead fucks all over the grass I'm a kick somebody in they dead ass Quick to make a left on Jefferson And I noticed there's another stiff riding shotgun Am I just seeing things? No. Is your mother a soggy ho? I like to drink Faygo, out from the scotties But then one out of one of my homeboys turned into dead bodies But I'm straight with that Just don't be leaving your guts in my car n' shit Wait a minute, wait, get your head on straight I drop seventeen tears from eyes every fucking day I gotta wonder if they do Should I burn the rebel flag or the red white and blue too I can't do much, but they can But those motherfuckers gotta death wish, man I'm gonna swim in they blood shed Justi-justify the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, it don't bother you Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, it don't bother you You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection Yeah, dead bodies man They ain't so bad I mean they're all over in the Streets n shit ya know But they don't be fuckin' with you They just lay there dead as shit I mean they tasted kinda straight With a little mustard, man Yeah, much worse Seventeen dead bodies hanging from a telephone wire All seventeen on fire Lightening up the sky with the smell of death Rich bigot fucker, take a deep breath Look at you makes me go baddy Motherfucker don't be nothing like your daddy Cuz he's nothing but a redneck hoe Him and his kind created this ghetto They can deal with they own creation Move out farther, suburb vacation But it don't work like that Knock at your door and it's me running slug bat I'm a stick it to your fuckin' nugget About seventeen times and you're gonna love it motherfucker Drive down my street And stare at the folks who can't make end's meat You don't know now but that's the plan Most people in Hell were rich when they died, man Take that to your golden bed Cuz I'm a cut your ass up for the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, it don't bother you Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, it don't bother you You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection Well, ya know Violent J's kinda wicked If there's a booger in my nose I'm a pick it And flick it in your eye like you ain't jack And stomp my boots on your nutsac Well, I'm Shaggy and I'm in the house You don't think so, I'll put a brick in your mouth Can't nobody flex on a nutty clown I got boys down river straight hick town Well, ya know I'm coming straight from the trailor park That's me out front working on the Skylark I'm waiting on a check, I don't cut the grass And my woman's got babies falling all out her ass I'll be running with the carnival until I'm eighty And tonight I'm going out with the fat lady I strip the bitch down to the nitty gritty But I ain't saying shit about a wooden titty
THE STALKER The stalker Yeah, the stalker I'm gonna stalk this hoochie, So I'm grippin' this old piece of shit, right Here's this smoochie-poo at the stop light How's about date? 2 tickets for the circus, pick ya up at 8 Fuck no, you're loser Yeah, but I'll stick my boot up your ass But I ain't naggin' To the next light in my pink volkswagon Oh, excuse me ho, I'm Violent J act like ya know Violent J the country singer? No, Violent J the southwest gangstaro And the bitch was gone (awww) And I followed her home (aaahhh!) Cause I got it goin on (hooo!) And I'm in the haugh (yup) Parked in a spot good enough to hawk her Things you do when you's a stalker "So what happened?" "Well I really don't like to talk about it but he ruined my life I mean he was everywhere, everywhere I went" The stalker I think that ditso likes me, yeah She tells you to fuck off with such class I think that ditso likes me Yeah go on and get that ass! Well the stalker, stalks his target Just happend to see her at the super market Oh, hi, hey, that peanut butter sucks You would like Jiffy but it ain't got no nuts Why don't ya try these She ran away scared and I'm starin at her butt cheeks Cause I know she love me She wanna tease and tease n rub and dub me "Hello?" "Hi, it's me" "Hello?" "You love me" "Hello?" "I love you" "Hello? Hello?" Biggitty-bi boo I'm back in the stone brick house Candle light dinner and some mexican chow, Yo I know she gonna show up Tick tock tick tock no luck Peep through her window jack off in the backyard Somebody pulled a jokers card And you know when jokers caught ya Things you do when you's a stalker "Are you ok?" "I don't know, because I know he'll be back he always comes back I'll never be able to lead a normal life again" "It's okay" The stalker I think that ditso likes me yeah She tells you to fuck off with such class Said I think that ditso likes me Yeah, go on and get that ass! I'm gonna stalk this hoochie (hoochie coochie hoochie) I'm gonna stalk this hoochie (smoochie coochie hoochie) I've been honkin for about 2 weeks And I ain't even got a fuckin kiss on the cheek She's with some fuck face I'm gonna put that college boy in a neck brace I've gotta just chill She loves me lots and that's for real That night I snuck in the back door With a bucket of chicken and bottle of Faygo Tip-toe tip-toe creepin cause I know my baby sleepin Snuck in the bedroom looked through aaahhh!! She stuck me in the eye with a broom .....Pulled it out Popped my eye back in and I can't find her Ran through the bedroom, ran through the living room Ran through the bathroom, gotta take a doo Now I stress, pullin out my hair I think I heard that bitch upstairs Up the steps, wicked clown, then I hear a clickin sound Honey is that you? How's bout a kissie smoochie poo Her daddy's gun to my nugget Never liked the bitch anyway, fuck it "What'd you do?" "I tried run but he was always right there just ahead of me. He would always catch me and hurt me" I think that ditso likes me yeah She tells you to fuck off with suck class I think that ditso likes me Yeah, go on and get that ass I also like to blow holes into the heads of rednecks
IN THE HAUGHHHH! I'm Violent J I breathe toxic fumes and throw my lungs up All over your brand new patton leather penny loafers You fuck! I'm 2 Dope I got sick ass sewer sluts stuck in my throat And I live in a big pipe on Sugodulan So stop by and have a bowl of rust You fucking bitch-ass faggot! Faggot, you bitch-ass faggot I'm in a southwest Detroit Del Ray Inner City ghetto street gang I got people who want me dead But everytime they run up on me I get scared And my skull explodes All over those motherfuckers Sometimes I get hungry, man But there ain't nothing in the box But a brick sandwich So I start hurting that motherfucker And I chew on that bitch Till my jaw breaks Which don't fade me Cuz I'm a hoodlum And I don't exist to you fucks You fucks You green grass fucks Fuck me and I'll fuck you fucker We coming, motherfucker We coming to getcha Coming to getcha How you see me is what you get Carnival of carnage is coming How you see me is what you get I was snooking good in my bed Woke up to find my brain fell out my head Stuffed it back in with a screwdriver Ah, I'm that much liver I can walk on my hands on a tight rope But then I always fall and bust my ass But it don't matter, really don't matter Don't matter, don't matter, cuz I'm in the haugh!!! In the haugh, in the haugh Violent Violent J's in the motherfucking haugh I'm in the haugh, you's in the haugh We in the motherfucking WHAT?!!! haugh Wicked wicked town Southwest down Wicked jokers kill Southwest thrill Get off me dog or shit face I mean I ain't got shit on my face but ya know People in the suburbs hate me (why?) Southwest carnival crazy (aah) My mind ain't nothing but a lemon I mean it's fucking yelling shit I don't know man, fuck off! You can't fade me vato cuz I'm in the haugh! In the haugh, in the haugh 2 Dope Shaggy's in the motherfucking haugh I'm in the haugh, you's in the haugh We'z in the motherfucking WHAT?!!! haugh Wicked wicked town Southwest down Wicked jokers kill Southwest thrill I'm Greez-E and I can moonwalk But I don't cuz that shit's so fucking played out Instead I just grab this wang And tell you that I'm in the haugh, bitch! Parachute pants and moon boots Chilling on the corner butt-naked hurting freak loops Fuck a hillbilly goat Sitting in the tub I'll let my nuts float Cause I'm in the haugh In the haugh, in the haugh Greez-E's in the motherfucking haugh I'm in the haugh, you's in the haugh We'z in the motherfucking WHAT?!!! haugh Wicked joker town Southwest down Wicked jokers kill Southwest thrill
CHOP CHOP w/ Esham "Yeah, yeah, then you know what you can do You can be a couple of pleasers And take some tweezers And bust every hair off my nutsac Paste em to your back Then jump on the E track And suck my dick exactly where's it at, ho" Juggalos... Hey, hey, it's the wicked jokers And we coming to the valley and to smoke ya (choke ya) Kick the clown in the forehead And I'm jugglin jugglin your head (Jed) You big fat redneck money-ass hick I'm a city slicker And I'm coming to getcha, hit ya And the carnivals gonna get with ya Oh, I might as well mention That I come from another dimension You never seen nothing like this, boy Magic acts of pain and joy Keystone come and try to get me But I pack a French curler with me Ha, and the officer let me off quick Here's a dunkin double dip, you fat piece of shit Heh, picture that (that) Packin' a magic wand and a top hat Cuz some gotta stop Or the wicked clowns are gonna CHOP CHOP!!! Blank free screen and chop chop chop Chop chop Detroit's air is toxic My eyeball's popped out they sockets And fried in the street like a steakum ....Shake em, bake em Break em off something from the smoke stack I been breathing all my life so I'm dying anyway I'm nothing but a radiation freak show My arm fell off and bounced on the floor Carnival left out the alley (alley, alley) And we stopping in Sunny Valley Jumping up and down on richie's head And I'm gonna jump until he's finally dead Jump jump jump jump... They got no love yet they got control They'll never touch my funky soul Street top bull it sent chop Now we can run or we can walk Either way some gotta stop Or the wicked clowns are gonna chop chop Blank free screen and chop chop chop Chop chop Wicked clown, wicked clown what's up come's down Before my nuts go soft juggle them around Bitch wanna join the carnival circus Grab my dingaling and jerk and jerk this I gotta catch these carnival thrills Rude Boy empty heads I drill Chills, thrills, bigots, train wheels An axe to the forehead usually kills If this ain't hell, I can't tell Hang my body on a cross with some rusty nails If I juggle ya call me a juggla I'm a nap burgler voodoo smuggler See I got the symptoms of insanity I'm down with J of the ICP I'm down with him and he's down with me So if we gotta chop C-H-O-P Running down the block, someone hit me with a rock And my brains all over the street But I'm a wicked clown and I'm up and down And all over this Esham beat So if I gotta chop then I guess I gotta chop If I chop then I gotta chop chop You can never stop sucker, you can never drop wicked Clowns cuz we love to CHOP CHOP!!! Blank free screen and chop chop chop Chop chop I'm gonna ride this wicked footy
BEVERLY KILLS Jugglers, come out to play... Guess who's coming to your big town Jugglin' jesters, kick-it clowns Circus sound, painted frown Carnival of carnage creeping round I'm Violent J and I'm sick They try to run me down but ya know I'm too slick And I slip and slide like a slinkie Slip and slide with my twinkie Welcome to my world as it winds and it twists I'm a kick a funky little rhyme that you missed Boloo-chewy-wuwwy-do-boo And you'd be fucked up if that was really voodoo Come see the one at the show of your life See me breathe fire and swallow a knife, right I ain't swallowing nothing, Jack But I can juggalo like you never thought you'd ever know And we packin' that funk With a snap and a clap and a jump jump So chicky chicky freak if ya wanna be down Step on up, ah...and kiss the clown Kiss the clown Stop the bus Violent J comes out Barrels to your face And blow your fucking face off Cuz ya know my mind is golden oh Happen to catch me a Beverly show Body fell asleep but my mind goes on Welcome to the world of juggla's dome First day I enrolled at the high school Butt-naked with an axe, "wow, he's so cool" "Stand up and say your name, tell us about yourself" My name's 2 Dope and I cut necks all to hell Dylan, Dylan, I'm trying to find Dylan I'm finna cut his throat with a carny carny killin' Rich boy never seen a ghetto jokero Slap you in the head with a sledgehammo Sorry Dylan didn't mean to knock ya Then I stuffed his dead body in my locker To the next class don't wanna be late Finna ask Brenda on a little date I heard this bitch likes to fight in clubs Took her to a Might Max threw a pair of gloves Wants to get her ass beat by a fat dyke And left the money-ass bitch there for the night Woke her in the morning, threw her in the trunk Threw her in the tub, cuz the dumb bitch stunk How you doing Brenda, mind if I bend ya Over rover, do me like Dundy I'm sure ya'd like that, ya little skank And when I finished, I stuffed the fucking head in the fish tank Back to the school, fat bitch in the locker Couldn't fit her booty in, so I cut her booty out Sometimes I feel like I'm already in hell Throwing up children on Del Ray smell Fuck those fucking fucks, uh Rich fucks, man, fuck those fucks Beverly Hills is Beverly Kills I'm gonna bring ghetto carnival thrills Where's that other little rich little fag Looking for Brandon cuz we can't stand him I know my boys make the bass go boom But shhh, you can hear jacking off in the boys room "Aww, aww, Dylan. I want your anus. Aww, you're so hot." Kicked in the stall then I kicked in his jaw Kicked him in face and kicked in his balls Punk tried to run but he couldn't try to wobble Bust him in the head with an empty Faygo bottle Took him to the staircase, jumped on his face Road him down the bumpy chase Can I hear him breathe one last note Stuffed his back down his throat Back to the locker, boy oh boy oh Back to the locker, stop that fucker! Back to the locker, boy oh boy oh Back to the locker, fucking stop that fucker! Walking down the hall and I'm feeling like the shit Cuz all that's left is one skank ass bitch Kelly, Kelly, your neden's kinda smelly Funk down your legs and up to your belly But I'm with Del Ray, so fuck, don't fade me Let me him man, you're finna kick the can "Come on, bitch, man. You're getting ready to die anyway. Bitch, calm down. Let me get a little putang, ya know what I'm saying. Let me get a little trimp, bitch. You finna die." Okay, cuz I'm not a raper But ya still make morning paper Kelly found dead in her bathroom Nah, Kelly found dead in her dad's room No, Kelly found dead in her backyard Cuz Kelly choked on a Joker's Card Smashed up bodies chilling in my locker Kelly wouldn't fit, chop-chop-chop-chop her Oh no, principal know what I'm about Cuz one of Dylan's sideburns was sticking Oh shit, they chase me cuz they found the bodies Now I run my ass off, he-ho he-ho Yelling, getting mad, you can hear them cuss Didn't look both ways and got hit by bus Crunched up under, tangled in the wheels Spit me out the muffler, ya know how that feels Lost both my legs so I'm running on my hands Then I seen Prince so I clap cuz I'm a big fan And straight busted my face on the street And here come the police...ya know