HEY VATO
If your nuts hang And you bang in a gang
Then tell me are you down with the clown?
Hey bitch boy Whatchu doin around here you little bitch?
Don't you know your a clown now bitch boy?
Forks up, forks down we all got clown love bitch face
Hey what's your name? "Richie"....Bitchy?
You down with the clown bitchy?
You better run your little bitch ass home you little punk ass bitch
Smell the air that makes you sick Psycho sick, psycho sick
In your town and gets inside your brain
Psycho sick insane Who's to blame for what they've done?
Aint the one, paint the gun I'm the Juggalagalocoroni
Best believe me lonely Some will say
I'm in a gang Gun to bang, nuts to hang
Like the wicked jokers down river
Quick to cut your liver
Sometimes bangers and they doom boom, boom, boom, shalock-lock, boom
I'm the other gang that's the offenda But you best rememba
It don't matter which you pick Cuz they sick, psycho sick
Now I'll cut your richie ass, up, bitch Cuz they got
Much Clown Love
Hey Vato
Yo fuck, I guess you don't know, never come around here
Hey Vato
Damn bitch, its all about clown love (x2)
If your nuts hang And you bang in a gang
Then tell me Are you down with the clown?
(Hey) I like riding on your daughties Drinkin 40's at clown parties Then I go
back home to sewer drain Call me shit for brains
I'm the joker junkie hobo Fuck a bozo, pack a bobo Watch me balance on telephone wires Psycho setting fires
Caught me naked in a tree Wasn't me I C P
Yes I sing in a rock and roll band
"Hey dude, what's up man?"
B-B-B-B-Boo had to scare ya Rip and tear ya, cuz I dare ya
Cuz to body used to like to like to fuck
But now you dissed the buck Buck, Buck, Buck, Bang, Bang, Bang Gang, Gang,
Bang, ghetto slang Better ask someone about Violent J, hey I got
Much Clown Love
Hey Vato
Yo fuck, I guess you don't know, never come around here
Hey Vato
Damn bitch, its all about clown love (x2)
If your nuts hang And you bang in a gang
Then tell me Are you down with the clown?
Wicked town, wicked clown Lets go ride the murder go round
Lunatic, Lunatock Beat you with a cinder block
Bitchy hoe, bitchy bitch
Smack you cross your fuckin lips Jugglers say,
talk to much I'm a nail your mouth shut
I am sick of what you said Swing my axe upside your head
Place the barrel in your mouth Blow your fuckin tonsils out
I'm a mime watch me go Stu or Franky bitch ass hoe
I drop lines, make quick bucks
And your daughter sucks my nuts Back to no, jokers wild Yeah
(I said it, Wicked Wild) And I'll cut your bitchy ass, up, bitch
A lot of
Much Clown Love
Hey Vato
Yo fuck, I guess you don't know, never come around here
Hey Vato
Damn bitch, its all about clown love (x2)
if your nuts hang and you bang in a gang
Then tell me are you down with the clown
hey
Hey Vato
Yo fuck, I guess you don't know, never come around here
Hey Vato
Damn bitch, its all about clown love (x4)
much clown love
DEAD PUMPKINS
J, do you have a Halloween story for the class?
Ye-ye-yeah, um there was this boy and he lived in his house and um,
he went to bed one day and then when he woke up um,
and when he woke up he was,
he was up to his head in the dirt and um,
he couldn't move and this man came walkin along
but instead of the man helping him out the man just started
kickin him and kickin him in his face over and over
and then he got the lawn mower and then he.....
Trick or Treat, bone apetit
All the little kiddies runnin down my street
Gathering candy treats door to door
But they walk past mine, what for?
Probably cuz the pumpkins on my porch are real
Real human heads carved out with steel
Cut out the eyes man it takes but a minute
Rip out the b-b-b-b-brains and put a candle in it
Maybe they leave cuz I take 'em inside
Come and meet mother, 2 years ago she died
Little boys laugh cuz they think it's just a dummy
But then the smell hits 'em, mmm, smells yummy
Open your bag and I give you my treat
Crusty yellow toes off a dead woman's feet
Take me by the hand and I lead you downstairs
And that little Jimmy is were you'll spend the next 7 years
Staring and weakening chained to the wall
Starin at a roach hoping it will crawl
Into your mouth for a tasty cuisine
Yes my little friends, it's the
Dead Pumpkin Halloween
Ahhhhh yeah it's that special time of year boys and girls So come to the pumpkin
patch and bring your panty sacks So I can shit in 'em you bitch
Well I love all the children but I can't fuck around Don't come to my door
dressed as a clown
Cuz you never know I might take it the wrong way
Cuz I'm the real wicked Juggalocaro Violent J
All year round but I love my Halloween
You never get an apple or a purple jellybean
Droplets of chocolate a licorice snack
Instead you get a deep fried French poodle nutsack
Looking out my door I see no children in sight
Perhaps there all dead, yesterday was devils night
They burn down the city and they leave the crispy chard
I light myself on fire and dance around my backyard
All the pretty girlies
I can see were your at Sitting on your window
I can turn into a bat Watchin you remove all your little clothesies for bed
I crashed through your window and land on your head
Drinking the blood that has gone through the bone
Now I must leave mothers calling me home
Up to the moonlight I'm gone from the scene
Peace to Detroit city, and have a Dead Pumpkin Halloween
Yeah I'll snatch your little candy bag Only I'm a tie it around your mutha
fuckin neck And choke you with it wicked clown style Ha ha fuck..Detroit's in
this bitch,check it out muthafucka..yeah..wicked clown's in this
muthafucka..Jump steady in this muthafucka..wicked clown in this
muthafucka..and you watch this muthafucka..Chucky muthafucky in this
shit..violent J in this muthafucka..rude boy in this muthafucka..
stupid in this muthafucka..mike mike in this muthafucka..
faygo this mothafucka..all this in this muthafucka..check it out..violent J in
this muthafucka..2dope in this muthafucka..wicked Joe in this
muthafucka!
FAT SWEATY BETTY
w-w-w-w why dont you go into the next room and start getting undressed (x2)
Fat Sweaty Betty you bitch ain't nuthin new
Her ma used to baby sit me back when we was 2
We'd go to the playground and to the skating rink
And we'd go under the bleachers and she'd let me hit the stank
Well ah, she moved across town and never came back
Until the other day I seen her at the Chicken Shack
She said her name was Betty I can't believe this, shit
The sexy little girl is now a fat sweaty beatch
She said hey J tell me how you been
She had a piece of chicken gizzard stuck to her chin
I told her, hold still and flicked it off her face
And said "Betty oh Betty what ya say we leave this place?"
I took her back to the crib and hit it all night
I let my fingers rub across the rippled cellulite
Oooooh it was nasty, but I don't let it bother me
She rolled over and fuckin knocked the wind outta me
I couldn't breath she wouldn't stop I'm almost dead
I took the lamp and bust it on her fuckin head We got dressed
I gave her a little kiss good-bye Fat Sweaty Betty,
my fat sweaty pumpkin pie
Fat Sweaty Betty
Tell me when your ready (x2)
The big fat flop of shit people call Betty
Lots of fat on her back her neck, Sweaty
Boogers runnin out her nose and over hung lips
Can't tell the difference from her titties to her hips
But fuck all that cuz I wanna see the neden
I wanna see the cat that cheesy, cheesy, chin
Rode my bike to her house, hey yo Betty let me in
I'm packin some snack cakes, bitch let me in
I can hear her commin down the stairs
She opened up the door in her mutha fuckin underwears
Eww, shit fuck that I'm turnin back
But then the door shut and she goin for the cake snack
I said relax hoe, I'm hear on business
You can have the candy, first you gotta wait a bit
I need a favor, come on Betty drop them drawers
Ahhhh, I knew it, Betty had balls
Oh, no here come that ass
From the top of the dresser with the Yokozuna Splash
I wish I never came Oh boy do I wish
She Fat Sweaty Betty The Sweaty Fat Bitch
Fat Sweaty Betty Tell me when your ready
fat sweaty betty (x?)
WILLY BUBBA
Ok class please settle down now
I'd like you to meat our new student Ah um, Willy Bubba Willy is from Kentucky
Welcome Willy I'll be your teacher
My name is Mrs. Felbee
Well I dropped out of school but I still hang in the halls
So there I was you never guess what I saw Maybe a chicken,
I thought it was a duck But it was a redneck fuck,
so I walked up Hey Willy Bubba, Hubba, Bubba, Lubba
My name is Violent J but my homies call me chicken pluka
I been down with the clown since day one, it's day two
I guess I got some plukin to do
In these parts we tie you to the desk
And all line up and take blows to your chest
Fist to your chin, kicks to your head
Last year we killed a kid dead, haa (oh my fault)
Walked into school there's hay in the hallway
Leadin to your locker Walk up and sock ya
Then bounce your head around the classroom and act nutty
The teacher walks in and asks everybody
Who kicked Willy Bubba's ass? I did!
Did you do it right here in the class? Sure Did!
Did you punch him in the face?
Did you slap him in the mouth?
Did you kick him in the forehead? Yup! Yup! (x2)
Willy, Willy, Bubba, Hubba, Lubba, Dubba, Dilly
Tell me why you talk to silly, bitch
You sound like you came from he land of the bigot's
Jolly your dickens The land of the chickens
I guess you in season,
I'm packin me a 44 Barrels to your head,
and blow your face out your ass hole POW! bitch
I'm Shaggy 2 Dope I'm commin for your kid folk
You get your chin broke And don't cry, and run to the teach
She can't understand your redneck ass speech
If she could, she wouldn't do a thang
Cuz she's my bitch and she loves to suck my Wang
You in trouble Bubba, you better run quick
You too slow Willy, cuz you a fat bitch
I caught you and got my hands all bloody
Teacher walks in and asks everybody
(x2) Who kicked Willy Bubba's ass? I did!
Did you do it right here in the class? Sure Did!
Did you punch him in the face?
Did you slap him in the mouth?
Did you kick him in the forehead? Yup! Yup! (x2)
Ahh, check it out Lets play Willy Bubba And kill the Willy Bubba (x9)
GRAVEYARD (w/Project Born)
I'm scared...out in the graveyard w-w-w-who's there? who's out there? who are you? who are you? leave me alone, leave me alone, leave me alonnnnnne!!!!
I C P the wicked clowns and Project Born
Serial Slaughtering mutha fuckas in the graveyard
Tick to the mutha fuckin tock Nigga the click from
Project Born and ICP are here to rock
Nigga trippin in the graveyard
Just don't try to play hard It will be your ass up on the black one
Out there pullin carcass J will be the
Barrier 2 Dope will be the Carrier
And Project Born is Sworn to put a bullet in your derriere
It's time to wake the dead and dead and move
And then they woke up a lot of souls
And hope to hell with the Nitty folk Cuz
I be dreamin I'm dead and gone
And on the fuckin tooth
I miss Mr. Nitty 74 to 94 took two
to the head tryin to be hard to get you there
Punk ass nigga do your hair six mutha fuckas will carry you there
It'll side your fate, if I'm movin I be hurtin ya
I'm puttin on way to much drinks so it is curtains for ya
Bitches I'm a blast and the bitches are never after
These punk ass thinks he's tryin to throw the casket on the masta,
I'm fasta You should of tried to beat me to the ticker yo
I don't give a fuck if Mr. Nitty bein hoe
Don't risk your neck from the brother on the boulevard
G-r-a-v-e-y-a-r-d bitch it's the graveyard
Stop into the graveyard been chillin here for days
Workin the graveyard shift diggin up all the graves
Sellin all the stiff to the Dead Body Man
one came back to life so then I began to ran
The decrepit mutha fucka was followin right behind
I don't know what to do, I think I'm losin my mind
Right then the corpse came jumpin out a tree
Way out a tree And fallin on top of me Back on my feet
As I began my face Put my hands around his neck and
tried to put it in a brace But a nope, that's not how
the shit goes His head popped off and started nibblin at my toes
I got dead bodies to the right I got dead bodies to the left
I thought the carry one, but what about the rest? Tie me up with some veins dragin me into the tomb I knew I had to be doomed Cuz I can hear the loons in my
head It was dead, echoin through my brain
Tellin me somethin's wrong then I felt the pain
It was knockin down my flesh by the pound
But that's what happens when you be fuckin around in the graveyard, dawg
Come to the graveyard now you see what's goin on
You scareder then a muther fucker shouldn't of brought your ass along
Ain't no place to hide, and really no place to run
And plus I pack a bible, a shovel, and a shot gun
Don't you point your finger though ICP don't ride a horse
You think it's over now, but now it's gonna get much
worse Deadly sour paid a gang, nothing else can fuck with that See you wanna don't
know what you got, you better duck with that
The dead will come alive and decapitate your fuckin head Now
I gotta wake the dead Sleepin on the death bed
Mr. Nitty gonna great the bitch, to you aint no fuckin bitch
I'm stealin for the broken hoe Suck on my dick you rich hoe
Your daddy got a job and he treat me like a bum But
I'm a let his ass know, he can come and get some
And he ain't mean shit to me Commin from the PJP
The Project Born Is slassin but you best be watchin me Cuz
I'm diggin graves, graves is what I'm diggin
I can't believe this shit, this niggas still liven
So why you gonna play hard? Brother blow your hole card And
I'll go slap your ass with the shovel in the graveyard
My name is
Violent J and I be sleeping in a coffin Deep underground
Never to be found Then my body rots as I'm sleepin in peace
Cuz nobody dares to ever wake the deceased
But who is this mutha fucka knockin at my tomb?
Disturbing the worms that are trying to consume,
my body It better be somebody worthy, bastard, oh, he he,
it's the Ringmaster Giving me orders to awake from the dead
My body is decade I need to find a new head And a new leg,
but then I'll be straight
To crawl from the dirt And put in some work
One O'clock one thirty, two in the mornin
Wicked Clowns ICP and Project Bornin
At the graveyard I got the whole wide world in my hands
Cuz I'm the Dead Body Man Wicked, Wicked Jokers, Wicked Jokers,
Wicked Fun Eiffel eye and T and Southwest become one
And in the name of the dead you got dealt yet another joker card
Straight from the graveyard (repeat)
F*CK OFF!
Wicked wicked wicked bitch (x3)
Well it's on, it's on like neden hoe fuck
I'm 2 Dope and I'm fuckin drunk
Walked in the joint with my nuts hangin out my drawers
Yo, SUCK MY BALLS
All I wanna do is choke a bitch
Roll up a jiffy and smoke the bitch
I dropped outta school when I quit my job
All I wanna be is a fat fuckin slob
I don't care about none of you bitches Shut the fuck up and drop your britches (bitch)
Cuz I'm robbin a bank So I don't give a fuck about what none of ya think
When I do show I wreck the place
I run around the stage kickin bitches in the face
Cuz I ain't nuthin soft So you and your boys can straight, FUCK OFF!
(4x) Suck my nuts Bitch fuck you
When I was 8 I was on crack
I had Ms. Powtrain on the back Fuckin every school,
every grade I turned that old bitches neden hair gray,
he he he Cuz the Dope is all that
My mamma's a witch and my dads a hunch back
And nobody could fuck with me I used to drive a hearst to school G
With a stiff hangin out the back Bitch you wouldn't know shit about that
That was one thing that I hate It's always been hard for me to find a date
Cuz I sure was nice and neat Then I strangle 'em in the back seat
Cuz if you know the Shaggs ain't soft
If you don't like it you can, FUCK OFF!
What's up? Violent J The Southwest Juggala You know
what I'm sayin? I walk into a bitches house walk up to they mom Grab 'em by the face and say, fuck off!
(4x) Suck my nuts Bitch Fuck you
I'm Violent J the mutha fuckin blood suckin vampire
Please stomp on my head cuz it's on fire
I got another funky rhyme so let me kick it NAHH, FUCK OFF BITCH THIS IS MY RECORD!!!
I walk up like a mental case And start throwin left hooks at your face
I won't mix no rap with rock and roll Like somebody else I know
Bitch boy you can suck my sack After that you can kiss my ass crack
And them freaks, you ain't all that Titties aint shit but sacks are fat, bitch
Cuz if you really wanna know what I think I think your neden stank like a fish tank
So in the early cracks of dawn Taken two fat sacks of shit and get the fuck on
Best leave me a dollar for Faygo,
bitch Or I'm a have to bust you in your fuckin lips
Next time you think I'm soft I hope you remember to, FUCK OFF!
Suck my nuts Bitch fuck you
I DIDN'T MEAN TO KILL EM
I didn't mean to kill him Listen to me, wait
I was talkin to a fine ass date Fat titties, poofy like,POW
And she tellin me to come by, right now Oh shit,
I jumped in the wagon No more laggin, I'm taggin
This bitch dead in the ping hole Make me loose control
I showed up, I ring the ding-dong Grippin my wing-wong,
something's wrong Who's this? Not a bitch, but a dude
And he's tellin me to beat it, fuckin rude
It's Jimmy a man, a punk ass
So I threw a left hook on 'em, splash
Then I came back with a right hook, pow
He fell to the ground, I didn't mean to kill 'em
(2x) Didn't mean to kill 'em kill 'em baby
Didn't mean to kill 'em and kill 'em baby
Oh fuck he showed up with a neck broke 25 to life,
it's no joke Don't die, bitch hang in there
I mean I really don't care, but come on Move quick,
I run to the hospital Make sure he aint dead yet, shit
There he is chillin with a neck braise
With a look on his face like,eh
Come on Jimmy it's me your homeboy
I even poured a little brew in your IV Don't die,
oh your tryin to speak
"Fuck you, your punches are week"
So bitch you wanna talk shit again
I jump up with a boot to the chin
Pull his lung out and start chokin Ehh,
his necks already broken He swung hit me with a bed pan
I was just makin sure you aint dead man Fuck this,
I grab a scalpel And stick it down in his scalp,
ugh Calm down, he's dead now, fuck Here comes somebody,
better duck Gotta hide dead Jimmy, quickly A 25 to 50, I didn't mean to kill 'em
(2x) Didn't mean to kill 'em kill 'em baby
Didn't mean to kill 'em and kill 'em baby
Jumped out the window, I drug him home Jimmy's dead and I'm finna get the bone If they catch me,
ah the death chair I don't care,
they'll never find him here (Ring)
Jimmy will you get that? What the fuck? He's dead,
I'm wick whack I'm nervous scared and skitzo
Ha, ha, ha, woo, ha, hello? Oh Jimmy they bought it, ha They'll never know I killed his bitch ass Fuck it though,
Jimmy's my room mate
He doesn't even eat that much, and that's great
We just chill all day watch videos
Call dominoes and flick off his toes
Make 'em land in the fish tank, watch 'em sink Let them sink,
Fuck Off I didn't mean to kill 'em
Didn't mean to kill 'em kill 'em baby
Didn't mean to kill 'em kill 'em baby
SOUTHWEST STRANGLA
Ahhh make way for the lunatic I wanna stop,
I drive by the camp quick I want necks 2 or 3 maybe 4
To squeeze again, and again, and squeeze some more
I came up, walkin down Boulevard
Then this girl, she makes my nutsack hard
I don't know, what about my mental state
They might find a bitch dead, there's nothin that
I less hate Babe jump in, toots, hungry?
Well I got some, nuts Oh shit, she's suckin on my Wang
Then somethin goes, snap, bang Eek bitch, ha ha, die
Her neck long, skinny like a French fry
So I twist, turn, tangle then I strangle Cuz I'm the Southwest Strangla
I want necks, long, tall, skinny
Any ol' necks at all, if any Jenny, Linny, Sydney,
Sue I want, necks, so I go to the zoo I choke a Pelican,
I did it right I choke an Ostrich, long ass neck
But I'd rather be killin at the prom I pick up my date,
I get to meet her mom Hello Miss I hurry home quick
All I wanna do is choke her neck, bitch Worry not,
I bring the corpse back I just wanna hear her neck
bone snap Why me? Hey I'm sweatin
Commotion, dilution, confusion, psycho
All I wanna do is kiss ya good-bye Before
I mangle ya Cuz I'm the Southwest Strangla
I got the southside scared, cuz I'm weird
I was a freak in the 2nd grade I had a beard
I sit alone in the back of the art class
And draw necks with a big red dash
I never thought, I'd be a lunatic A disgrace
A dropped out mental case I quit school, but I never left the halls
I grab kids and drag 'em in between a wall
Hear 'em scream, echo through the gym class
You hear me chokin bitches up in the wind shaft
They call me, The Ghost of the Bad Lands But
I'm really just a killa, with big hands
Allow me to squeeze your neck deer
Until your brains pops dead out your fuckin ear
Bury them in my back yard
With a twisted spine broken bones Cuz I'm the Strangla
SANTA'S A FAT BITCH
Slay bells jingle-ling ring jing jingle-ling
horses, horses, horses, horses
Slay bells jingle-ling ring jing jingle-ling
(gunshot)
Santa Claus suck my balls Drunk as hell
ringing bells at the malls Dancer Prancer Nixon and Cupid
I'm a get stupid, ha ha ha,
eh I sat around all night under the chimney
Holdin my sack like gimme gimme
I know that he's commin he's commin he must Lookin up nuthin but rust, dust.
Turn on my TV the very next day
I see your gettin paid leaden the parade
I'm that sniper on the buildin
Listen to my nine go click,
Santa's a fat bitch
(2x) Santa Claus is a fat bitch
Santa Claus is a fat bitch
Another year and I aint get shit
Another year I aint get shit If I hear him land on my roof
Ohh my undertaker I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth
Yeah I got somethin to say about St. Nick
Fuck that hoe he never brought jack shit No toys, candy canes, j
just a lump of coal,
So I eat it, cuz there ain't nuttin in the cupboard
So I'll be quick, quick and brief
All I need for Christmas is my two front teeth
I got my teeth, kicked out my mouth
I need a few numbers could you help me out
Should of known I guessed I'd show not a steak
No kinda gift I didn't get shit Some say
I was bad but that wasn't it It's all because,
(2x) Santa's a fat bitch
Santa Claus is a fat bitch
Santa fuck you cuz your a hoe
Another year and I ain't got shit
Another year I ain't get shit If I hear him land on my roof
I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth "Oh-ho-ho don't go that way
Rudolf that's the ghetto ho-ho those
boys and girls don't deserve anything"
(in Background: Slay bells ringling jing jing jingle-ling horses, horses,
horses, horses) Santa Claus, Santa Claus where you been?
I see you got cookies and milk on your chin
I guess you had time to collect your ends
You always been down for your rich friend
But Rudolf, he don't bring his slay my way
Nuthin but dirt and coal for little J
I guess you couldn't fit down my chimney shaft
You need to loose some of that fat ass, eh
All the little rich bays they gettin paid
Countin the toys and ducats they made Me?
I got a little half little chunk of dog shit
I'm a kill that fat bitch Santa Claus is a fat bitch
He ate too much
McDonalds Another year and I aint get shit
Mrs. Claus is a ho If I hear him land on my roof
Slice that bitch in the big red coat
I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth
For the neighborhood
Christmas and everything's whack
Not a creature stirring but a fuckin rat
I aint hearin jingle bells I aint hearin nuttin
Aint smellin no turkey sure as hell aint no stuffin
All that I paid Wished and prayed
That fat mutha fucka would swing my way
Drop off soldiers and rubber balls But
I woke up and found some crusty old drawers
Just as I knew it shaft again, and again, and again,and again
Every year I wake up to the same old shit....house there be no sign of the fat bitch
(2x) Santa Claus is a fat bitch
Santa Claus is a fat bitch
(2x) Another year and I aint get shit
Another year I aint get shit
If I hear him land on my roof If I hear him land on my roof
I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth
(2x) Santa Claus is a fat bitch
Santa Claus is a fat bitch
Another year and I aint get shit I aint ge-et shi-it
If I hear him land on my roof Ro-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoof
I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth
(record scratching)
"He's got a fuzzy whit beard and a great big smile,
a bright red hat you can see for a mile,
a bag full of goodies and a great big grin,
here comes Santa Claus again."
