MR. JOHNSON'S HEAD REMIX
Sitting in the class with my head on the desk
Teacher's trying to talk but I could give a fuck less
I'm staring at the freak that I know I'm in love with
But she don't even know my name it's always been the same
I just lay my head down and drown in my spit
Nobody even notices I'm here cuz I ain't shit
I hear voices but I don't know what they saying
Sweat is on my forehead cuz my brain's inside decaying
And this bitch that I love probably don't have no idea
She's talking to her friends I'm in the corner and I see her
Something's happening but it isn't very clear
Sounds like a bell, sounds like an electric chair
Next thing I know walking in the crowded hall
So many different faces that I throw up on the wall
Some are yelling "sick" and the others stop and stare
But I don't care, I'm in a hurry going nowhere
See, my head is spinning cuz I'm lonely and I'm twisted
But I have a secret everybody missed it
Just a nobody and I think it's a drag
But I got Mr. Johnson's head in my bookbag
I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day
I didn't like the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag
I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag
I wish somebody knew me cuz then they could say I'm wrong
But since nobody knows me I got it going on
I'm staring at the clock, I listen for the tock
I gotta couple food stamps folded in my sock
I guess I'm just a ghost cuz everybody walks through me
If I died in class they would probably say they knew me
Or they wouldn't care, they wouldn't even move
A dead body rotting in the back of the room
For weeks and months, stinking up the class
Until somebody noticed then they throw me in the trash
I can hear the teacher man talking about Columbus
He nothing but an old dead fuck with a compass
Ran up on a beach and threw everybody off
And then he claimed discovery and now we all applaud
I don't give a fuck to learn your uncle went to hell
I'm trapped in mind and my brain is my cell
But I have a key, it's called insanity
I stick in my brain to unlock eternity
Just a nobody and I think it's a drag
But I got Mr. Johnson's head in my bookbag
I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day
I didn't like the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag
I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag
"Okay, today we're gonna learn about A Great Freedom. If you'll turn
your textbooks to Chapter Four we'll get started. America's the
land of the free, we all live together in the same wealthy community
and we are alternate equals. Yes?"
"Man, Mr. Johnson already taught us this. Ain't he ever coming back?"
"Uh, uh, he's, uh, very ill right now."
No, they can sit and front about it all day
But I left his fucking body in the hallway
And in the morning they opened up the door
And seen his motherfucking carcass laying on the floor
But they would never suspect me I'm just a nerd
I try to speak my word, it always goes unheard
I could chop my arms off and run around the class
I doubt they'd even notice, but I'd be dying fast
Cuz they'd rather learn about redneck chicker
Who owned a couple slaves but I guess it doesn't matter
Fuck Washington, Benjamin, fuck em all ah
They can suck my nuts till they wood teeth fall out
And the class wanna know who could it be
But I'm like Dewey Boodie, you ain't never heard of me
I'm just a nobody and I think it's a drag
But I got his motherfucking melon chilling in my bookbag
I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day
I didn't like the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag
I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag
CLOWN LOVE
Gangsters bangin
Nuts straight hanging
Chillin in the alleyway Signs straight beamin
Up in the air I hear they don't care
Get your mutha fuckin melon busted for a stare
Luv pumpin through the heart, flowin through the veins
Pop a mutha fucka like it aint no thang
Blood shot eyes from puffin on the bud
Let me see that rag, let me see that luv
Roamin through the hood top cut down
Car packed so full it's fuckin on the ground
Max with the homies spittin on the hoes
Stop in the store for a cold 4-0
Grabbin on your balls Straight slanging stalls
Fuck the gang squad tryin to take me out my home
Check my neck and I got yours
Cuz roll with yourself and keep that clown luv
(2x) Throw your signs in the air What's that? I don't check, I don't care Cuz I'm down with the clown everywhere Cuz much clown luv is in here
Hey homes what set your claim?
I'm in the rhymin game
Wicked Clown Banging
I'm just a mutha fucka that's down for the cause
You can suck on my balls, unless you got clown luv
Put 'em up Throw 'em up Let me see them mutha fuckas
Flip 'em up Flip 'em down Flip 'em around
Mutha fuckas mind all warped
From breathin all the smog
I'm all up in the shit, like if my name was frog
Damn I heard a shot, but I got luck
The mutha fuckas missed it's time to shoot 'em up
Here come the sirens I hear 'em gettin close
Here come the squad, it's time to get ghost
If you wanna stay you get beat by a pig
Fuck that shit cuz were I live
My boys got my neck and I got there's
Cuz I'm true to myself, bitch Clown Luv
Throw your signs in the air What's that? I don't check, I don't care Cuz I'm down with the clown everywhere Cuz much clown luv is in here (2x)
Hey what the fuck you Lookin at mang
My rag, my flannel, or the club in my hand?
Well here go ahead, take a closer look
Thanx for the wallet bitch
Give me them ducats, mutha fuckin child
To busy doing other things like hangin with my mom
Crew got my neck, well push come to shove
Never sell out yourself, and keep that Clown Luv
Throw your signs in the air What's that? I don't check, I don't care Cuz I'm down with the clown everywhere Cuz much clown luv is in here
HOKUS POKUS (Headhunta's remix)
Serial Slaughtering' Stranglers, Jugglin' Jugulin' Juggulas, Folded, fat floppy tittied freaks... IC fuckin' P's in the Haugh!(woo woo!) Abracadabra, boom shaka day, I'm Violent J, and I'm back like a vertebrae. And I come with a hat full of tricks, Trunk full of faygo, car full of fat chicks. Ha Ha-Ha Ha Ha Ha-Ha-Ha, fuck you. Wicked Clowns, we'd like to say what's up, to the Cobras, X-men, and Counts, And everybody with clown love, even sucks I never heard of. Roll into town, and out with the big top, Four cards down, and two more still to drop. And when it does, I'd pack up and hit the road, Cuz I don't wanna see your head explode! Toss me an ax, and I'll toss you a dead chicken, Add a buck, to get a two liter wit' 'em. And when the genie says on with the show, it's Hokus Pokus Joker's, Great Milenko. (Once again, It's the psychotic carnival creatures in the haugh...) Hokus Pokus Joker's ride, Come take a spin on a carnie-ride (Southwest slivering snakes of darkness.)(w/Milenko echo) Hokus Pokus Joker's ride, Come take a spin on a carnie-ride Shazaam, Bam! Shaka-laka look, its Shaggy the clown back like scoliosis, Call me a psycho-skitzo-freak, and I'll call you by your name! (Dick anus) Cuz I could give two shits and a fuck, I bounce down Frimmer in a popcorn-clown truck. I'm a circus ninja southwest voodoo wizard, I grab ya gizzard! Jump on the carpet, let's take a spin, Everybody's waitin' for the show to begin. Up to the top, by the neck, and let ya go, (Wow!) Try to land in a glass of Faygo! (UH!) You suck! Ya missed the fuckin' glass, Broke ya neck, and busted ya fuckin' ass, But the genie says on with the show, Hokus Pokus Jokers, Great Milenko! (What awaits you after death? Rub the lamp and explore!) Hokus Pokus Joker's ride, Come take a spin on a carnie-ride (Enter Milenko's funhouse! Walk right through the wretched hall!) (w/Milenko echo) Hokus Pokus Joker's ride, Come take a spin on a carnie-ride F-F-Fuck off! F-F-Fuck off! Clown dog... Freak dog... Joker dog... Milenko dog... (Visions of Joker cards flashing in your mother's face!) Hokus Pokus Joker's ride, Come take a spin on a carnie-ride Rude boy and Chunky, down wit' the clown, First time we ever went to Mexican town. I remember, we couldn't pay the bill, they got hot, And beat us down in the fucking parking lot! (Fuck you!) Tall Jess, Jump Steady, and Nate the Mack, Tagged ICP by the train tracks! And it was on, the dawn of a new day, Magical carpets creepin' down the freeway. (woo woo) Walked in a gypsy's tent with a food stamp, And walked out with a magical limp, yeah, I met Milenko, he gave me three wishes, That night, I fucked three fat bitches! Stank, get the fuck wit' it, forget it, I'll rip ya face off, and wipe my ass wit' it! When the genie says on with the show, It's Hokus Pokus Jokers, Great Milenko! (Primal order, magic train, come join us in song!) Hokus Pokus Jokers Ride Come take a spin on the carney ride (City to village, hamlet to town, the show must go on!)(w/Milenko echo) Hokus Pokus Jokers Ride Come take a spin on the carney ride (Giant ladies, bearded ladies, radiant ladies! Ladies?) Hokus Pokus Jokers Ride Come take a spin on the carney ride (Clouds of darkness, and underneath them come the clowns!) Hokus Pokus Jokers Ride Come take a spin on the carney ride
FUCK THAT
RED CHRISTMAS
Jiggle my mutha fucken balls bitch Insane Clown Posse back in this mutha fucka Hey yo Violent J, whats up? It's Christmas, time for a sadah Maybe your wife, maybe your daughter It's midnight, I land my sleigh Make way for jolly St. J Climb down the chimney, for the murder Dressed as the fat man everyone's heard of Shimmy down, shimmy down, what the fuck? Somebody help me, I'm stuck Now what to do? I feel whack I got stuck in a chimney stack But I hack And shimmer on down Santa Claus Clown Can't fuck around, now Livingroom, shhh, I creep Tiptoe's cuz they asleep I pulled out the ax and slid down the hall I got a gift for all of ya'll What's that? I better hide quick Oh fuck, it's the real St. Nick And he musta been taken a shit But regardless, I better move quick, now So I jumped him, Santa's no joke Fucked around got my damn neck broke He strap, shot, he didn't miss (Gunshots and ho ho ho) "I'm dreaming of a dead Christmas, the kind you'll never have again, cuz if you have a dead Christmas, that means your dead and that's the end" Have a merry Christmas you fuckin chump, Seasons greatings loser, Yo 2 Dope kick it! Jack Frost nibbles, ha, but fuck that I aint got a home so he nibbles on my nutsack And my buttcrack, toes, and elbows My nutz is froze Fuck you hoes So I made a friend like me, a snow man He was down with the clown like a blow man Had a hat and eyes outta charcoal And a pipe, we fill it with endow Me and him sang songs in the snowflakes He ate snowballs, I ate cornflakes And we both would freeze are ballz off I was there every time his head fallz off I put it back on for him with a smile He was my boy, made from a snow pile Then the storm came, a blizzard Snow, wind, ice, a blizzard We pulled through we hid in an alley The next day it was like sunny valley He was meltin I was just fine He got pissed and pulled out a nine "If I'm gonna die you should come with me Cuz we boyz" (gunshot) It hit me Damn I'm dien, I'm dead he got his wish And all I got was another red Christmas "Sighlent night, Violent fight Now I'm dead One to the head Christmas this year seemed so whack" Happy New Year bitch boy I got a new Years resolution For your chicken ass mutha to kiss my mutha fucken ass, Woo! Jingle Bellz, Jingle Bellz jingle all the way Pass your fucken mom up it's the ICP don't play, hey Wicked Clown, Wicked Clown bitches drop your drawers Don't talk back just suck my sack and fiddle with my ballz Yeah, ICP, Southwest for life, Christmas time know what I'm sayin, Mr. Chris Cringle, you fat bitch, mutha fucka never came, shit, I'm a slap your across your red ass face mutha fucka, ugh Southwest down On the 12th day of Christmas my true love gave to me 12 dead chicken boys 11 stinking bitches 10 bigot's dying 09 mothers bitching 08 crackhead babies 07 redneck hoes 06 rotting bodies 05 cases of FAYGO, hey! 04 neden holes 03 fat stanks 02 splatterd dogs And 01 dead Governor E
HOUSE OF WONDERS
So there you are, your sittin there just kinda chillen A richie boy, you look a little bit like Dillon The 90210 bitch with the funny hair So I'm a change a few things around here and there Start with your eyes, I pluck 'em out your head And pull your ballz out your sack and stick 'em there instead Then I'll stab all your toes and stick 'em in your noes And pull the hair out your head untill your skull shows Yeah I'm a psychic gotta fix you for the show tonight But your lips man they need to just look right They could be a little fatter, even more So fucken fat bitch your lip is dragen on the floor Tie your tongue into a knot and stretch it out And tack a sign on it tellin what your all about Set you up cuz now your ready So open up the door Cuz at the House of Wonders your the freak show Carnival Thrills Carnival Chills Carnival Excites you Carnival Kills Ah, ooh, ah, oh Another freak show from the juggalagalo (2x) So there you are Come on in chicky wow, ain't you a pretty? I stick a dart with the silicone and see your tity I pull it out, put it in your forehead and cheek So now you look like the elephant bitch freak Don't try to run chicky poo, I'm just gettin started I beat your head in with the brick untill your half retarded Remember the ugly girl you laughed at, at the prom? Don't try to laugh now bitch you look like her mom It came to Tuesday but it's starin at I stuff you full of chilli cheese dogs and make you fat Then I stretch your fucken lips and stick em in your ear So all the evil shit you talk, only you can hear I shave you bald and glue your tity on the top Then I spin ya on your nipple until you drop Hey, almost ready Jump Steady? Open the door Cuz at the House of Wonders your the freak show Carnival Thrills Carnival Chills Carnival Excites you Carnival Kills Ah, ooh, ah, oh Another freak show from the juggalagalo
MR.ROTTEN TREATS
Um well J that was an interesting Holloween Story Um anybody else have another Holloween story they'd like to share with the class? I have another one Well you have just told your story J So what bitch, you sit here every day and tell stories I'll tell a story in this mutha fucka J See he doesn't want me to tell my story Cuz he know my story, it's about Mr. Rotten Treats All your parents know my story too They don't tell you about him though Long ago they all killed Mr.Rotten Treats They're scared that you'll talk about 'em, they're scared that He'll come back from the dead, they're all scared he'll cut your fucken ass Welcome too, the other side That's what they told me when I died I was stabbed in the head Look what ya done dead All the blood bled, one juggalo dead It was a cold, dark, scary Holloween night My neighbors and their people they didn't realy like me right So they came and burn down my world Just because I like to murder they boys and girls It was the Holloween I never ment to harm no one I thought you were supposed to murder it was all in fun I see the monsters and the goblins I'm a killer to But then they call me sick so what was I supposed to do? I come back from the other side I come for the people that took away my life Trick or treat bitch, my dead body speaks You tricked me now it's only right that you try my rotten treats Trick or treat, trick or treat Watch as the dead man walks the street (2x) Mr. Rotten Treats got all the good shit over here boys and girls, I got balls freshly picked form Detroit's biggest nutsacks, I got Milky bar with the delicious razor blade filling I got fudge freshly packed from the worlds rarest fudge packer Must return to the other side But not before I take these bitches on a murder ride Murder go Round the dead body clown Put the treats in your mouth, and swish it all around Excuse me little boy, but is your daddy home? Thank you sonny here's a little treat now run along Hey buddy, you thought I was dead, man You probably stuffed the fucken shank in my head It was the Holloween I never ment to harm no one I thought you were supposed to murder it was all in fun I see the monsters and the goblins I'm a killer to But then they call me sick so what was I supposed to do? I see you to the other side Your buddies and your neighbors can come along for the ride Weak bitches, you thought that you had me beat But this Holloween I'm commin back with my Rotten Treats Trick or treat, trick or treat Watch as the dead man walks the street (2x) Mr. Rotten Treats runs this bitch, bitch, I got Fried titty nipples, sweet acid drops, sweet chocolate covered nipple nuggets with the fresh creamy shit filling, ask about my bitch she loves my cookie dough nut dribbles It was the Holloween I never ment to harm no one I thought that you were supposed to murder it was all in fun I seen the monsters and the goblins I'm a killer too But then they call me sick so what was I supposed to do? Welcome to the other side (Trick or treat, trick or treat Watch as the dead man walks the street)
PIGGIE PIE (old school) -it has different lyrics than the one on milenko-
The first little piggy, his house is made of wood, He lives in a chicken turkey piggy neighborhood. He likes to fuck his sister, and drink his moonshine, A typical redneck filthy fuckin' swine! I rode into town with my ax in my holster, Everybody knows about the wicked piggy roaster. The sheriff at the border, he tried to take me out, I drew my ax with the quickness, and cut his adams apple out! Walked in the village, and to the piggy's place, He opened up his door, and shot me in the face. It blew me off the porch, and blew my head in half, But I'm a Juggalo, so it only made me laugh. (Hehe!) Ax in hand, I rose like the dead, And swung with all my might, I made a thump noise in his head. Since we out west, I grabbed the shot gun, And blew his fuckin' tongue out the back of his cranium! Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie. There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy cry. I might use a gun, (No!) I might use an ax, (yes!) The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks! The second little piggy, his house is made of brick, And this little piggy is a mutha fuckin' dick. He lays down his rules and reads you your rights In that funny Lookin car with the little blinkin lights I drive a Voultswagon bug 17 deap Packed full of juggalo's lights out and we creep To the piggy station and lay on the horn First piggy out we blow his lungs out his uniform Now the air kazoo like Starske and Hutch But there's only 2 of them the rest are out to lunch They call up Dunkin Doughnuts to gather up the rest 25 piggy's with they bullet proof vests We lead 'em on a chase, they blowin off rounds Now they all front cuz we at the carney grounds And they gettin swallowed by they very own greed Dark Carnival and Wicked Clownz cuz we need Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie There's nothin like the sound when you hear a piggy cry I might use a gun, (NO!) I might use an ax, (YES!) The carnival's in town come and get your piggy snacks (2x) The last little piggy, his house is made of gold, He lives in a mansion on his own private road, I started walking down it, the guard he told me wait, I snaped his fucken neck in 2 and slammed his nuts in the gate! Cuz this little piggy, must defiantly die, I'm a lop his nugget off and toss it in the sky. And then I watch the moon take the form of the devil, And pull it out the sky, and beat it with a shovel. People in my city, they fight for they meals, He sleeps on a mattress stuffed with hundred dollar bills. A ritchie is the devil, he never really made it, So I'm a cut his hand off and slap his face wit' it. Opened up his door, he's sleeping in his bed, I grabbed a brick, and roller-laid it upside his head. He begged for his life, I told him it's too late, And tied his neck in a knot and watched him suffercate, cuz I need Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie There's nothin like the sound when you hear a piggy cry I might use a gun, (NO!) I might use an ax, (YES!) The carnival's in town come and get your piggy snacks
I'M NOT ALONE
Maggots can't fuck with the Shaggy Cuz I got a crew Bitch, a crew like you aint never even known Carnival freaks from the ghetto zone All waiten for the day to put you in your place I had the fat bearded lady sitten on your face Bitch boy bitchy you might get hurt Dead Carnival clown puttin in w-w-w-work You think you the shit cuz you think you to the upper hand But why don't you come and meet my boy the strong man And he'll grab you by the head and squeeze until it pops And shake your mutha fucken neck until your head flops Cuz I'm runnin with the bianja mutha fucks I'll make a voodoo doll of ya, and flick your nuts See I was born to cause a kid like carnie Ruckus I came out the neden and started to choke ya mutha fuckas I leave the school drop a stick in half way out your dome The worst part about it is, I'm Not Alone Jokers and freaks deep in the night Thought I was a nerd but ya picked the wrong fight J-J-J-J-J-Jimmy cracked corn but they don't care They bust ya in the mutha fuckin head with a chair (2x) I'm a nerd, and all the bitches call me a nerdy geek And they would love to stick they thumbtacks on my seat And they would throw they spit balls at the class freak And everyone of them bitches died in there sleep Cuz I fuck around with books and the severed barn Crystal balls, black magic and jokers cards And at night just when I'm feelin lonely The clowns come to my bed and juggle for me So don't fuck with the Shaggs cuz I cast spells And don't come cryin to me when your tongue swells I'm hangin with freak shows, like Crab Boy, Snake Boy, Flipper and Scab Boy And a man who can eat his own fucken face And then shit it out and screw it back into place If you don't think so you can suck my bone Cuz I tried tellin ya man, I'm Not Alone Jokers and freaks deep in the night Thought I was a nerd but ya picked the wrong fight J-J-J-J-J-Jimmy cracked corn but they don't care They bust ya in the mutha fuckin head with a chair (2x) Well I like to hang with Tall Jess and Jump Steady Nate The Mack and Violent J and Uncle Freddy Chunky Mutha Fucky and Scott they got my respect But I really like to hang with ol' rubber neck A freak show from the circus that you don't know And I fucked the Lion Lady in the neden hole And sometime she do an acrobatic flip on my nuts And it feels so good So tell your boys that the yellow beats are jump circuits I walk around your neighborhood chokin mutha fuckas I used to be a fool but then the jokers got juice Shit changed when I started hanging out with Zeus And if you take me out you know I'm commin back again With my homeboys Jack and the Cannon Man He come flyin out the barrel doin Mock 9 With his fist commin straight for your spine Never fuck with the Shaggs cuz it's always ticken I throw a curse and turn your ass into a chicken So when you see me by my lonely in the ghetto zone Mutha fucka better realize, I'm Not Alone Jokers and freaks deep in the night Thought I was a nerd but ya picked the wrong fight J-J-J-J-J-Jimmy cracked corn but they don't care They bust ya in the mutha fuckin head with a chair
85 BUCK AND HOUR (w/Twiztid)
Chillin at the studio, Chillin at the studio, 85 bucks an hour So hurry up and loop a beat come on Mike I'm Violent J but my homies call me shit head But that's my homeis to you I'm Violent J bitch I put my boys on a track even though they suck "Yo dawg I'm Dave and I don't five a fuck" I did a record deal I signed a contract Technically, for Island I can only rap But fuck that, with Twiztid I'm a still spit Even though I got a cold, and I sound like shit What the fuck was that? Fuck it, leave it in, the shit is phat You heard that beat 80 times and it's still freakin And if you notice my shit don't even rhyme Look at that I ain't even got a rap and it's still phat My shit went gold, I got fat nuts And your still flyering parkin lots You might say my vocals are up to loud So I'm a turn 'em up louder just to piss you off! Psychopathic records are geniuses Get off are penises Here comes the chorus, but I ain't got a no hook Instead I'll just fuck with the phone book Hello? Yeah, ugh Hairy Sacks please Who's this? Hairy, hey this is slim anus down at the canery Ugh, take shoot at the bulletin Somethin about ugh, you fillin in his slot tonight down at the ugh, garage we got a casement of fudge We need as many packers as we can get Duh, ugh, Sacks Hello? My name is Jamie Madrox and I got fat balls I'm always urinating in the Motel Halls I got a big head that never fits a hat So you aint ever seein me wear a damn thing green bitch I'm far from rich, I got a hoopty With a smash in the fender and in the back to I got a broken tail light and I'll smash you Bitch get outta my way we got Clown Love Phat props to the lyrical town dove It's the m-o, n-o, and I can't even spell the rest It takes to long and I need a fuckin cigarette I can't hear my right ears mad whack So shut the fuck up and listen or get and ass kicked I slap hoes, and call them bitches to there faces And scream out FUCK OFF BITCH, Twiztid in their place So back off recognize and check this Simply my dear I don't give a FUCK Psychopathic Yo there's Mo Chiles in this piece what's up son? Hello? Yeah what's up son? I'm Lookin for this deal know what I'm sayin? I got raps to bust for ya'll Ya'll ready for Mo Chiles? I'm bout to kick this flow, you ready to kick it or what? Who's this? Were light son, I'm Mo Chiles straight from the hood I got all my peoplez on 1-800 and Chris Shaw We commin home My names 2 Dope and sometimes Shaggy Sometimes Shaggs and sometimes Gweedo I gets mad stupid, I gets mad ill I done it all five, fuck it I do it still Stretch my nuts back like a slingshot and plant 'em in your mouth Shake my hips like Elvis Wigglin my pelvis I skipped that step Apply the camera clutches stretch it back like a mutha fucken bungie jump WHAT? I'm Violent J back to make you smile more I let my nutsack drag on the tile floor I kick free styles for miles My gold comes in piles I worked on Bell Isle I picked up deer shit And now I spit raps I snap your neck Cuz my freestyles are fresh....
HOLLOWEEN ON MILITARY STREET
Fuck dammit, another Holloween People on Military know what this means Houses on fire, their blowin up cars Creatures on the streets, and razor blades in candy bars Went to trick or treat the first house on my block Spit in my face and gave me a rock I tried to give it back and said I'll take nothing instead Turned around and walked away and felt the rock peg me in the head Walked to the next house directly next door And there I found an old lady dead on the floor I said excuse me miss, but do you have a treat? She lifted her leg and scraped flakes off her dead feet I ran to the next house happy and gitty There I seen a fat woman holding up her titty I said "Trick or treat" she said "Treat or trick" And squeezed on her titty until it fuckin.....sick The next house was at back in the woods I was a little frightened but fuck I want the goods I knocked on the door, I heard a knock back And then I heard "Come in" and yo I'm like, Fuck That! This house belongs to Ms. Cherryspoon She said "Drop your drawers your treat is commin soon" I quickly grew a stiffy but kept my eye's shut A hand came out the mail shoot and flicked me in the nuts I wobbled to the next house ready for the worst And chillin in the drive was a long black hurst I rung the doorbell and said "Is anybody home?" Of course little boy have a sugar coated kidney stone I walked in the field and to the next crib It's friendly Mrs. Witherbee in her cooking bib I said "How bout some candy?" She said "How bout instead, a nice hot fresh home made loaf of yeist infection bread" My bag became heavy so I rest on the curb And riding on his bike, here comes little Larry Shurd I snuck up behind him, and kicked 'em off his seat I punched 'em in the neck and power bombed 'em in the street Now my sack of candy has doubled in size Up to the next house for my scary prize I'm like Trick or Treat, Trick, Treat, Ticky, Deek He opened up the door slapped my lips and didn't give me shit Rock through his window and ran across the street To the big mansion I'm in for a treat I dinged on the dong, and here comes the butler A big gilpy, tall ass lurch lookin muther fucker I said "Hello Mr. is there somethin for my sack?" He reached into his pocket but I think he hurt his back It's takin him an hour, my bag is open ready But then he finally dropped it in my sack, a fuckin penny The next house is abandoned so forget it But wait a minute I think somebody's livin in it I ran up to the porch Trick or Treat you can't hide It was a crackhead he crawled in my bag and died The next house was mine, the last on the block My mothers sitting on the porch shinning up her glock I climbed on the roof with my brother Jump Steady And we yelled HAPPY HOLLOWEEN AND CLOWN LOVE TO THE WHOLE CITY Fuck dammit, another Holloween People on Military know what this means Houses on fire, their blowin up cars Creatures on the streets, and razor blades in candy bars
DOG BEATS
Yeah what you need? Yeah let me get a large order of fries and ugh No fries Excuse me? No fries man Oh, well bust be out then All right then give me a large double slam and... Nope What? Can't do it Why not? No meat No meat man damn All right then, I'll take a salad then Better grow yourself one What's that? We aint got no damn salad man Ah, well then what the hell do you have? We got the Dogbeats Oh yeah the Dogbeats huh? Yup All right, then I'll take an order of that to go then Inner City Posse's got the Dogbeats ICP we got the Dogbeats No you don't stop with the funk from the old days Start on your head as the beat plays Yo, the ICP has got the Dogbeats Inner City Posse and were playin for keeps And I know you likin' this funk Cuz I can hear my voice commin out the trunk Of your ride, don't take me for a sucker You leavin untended I'm a take the mutha 2 to the D to the o-p-e Hittin 03 with the ICP I like bass, treble, and the temp stuff Throw kick it in the back of a Seventies Bus With that 40-O Or that Straw Bull Shootin' craps in the back of the liquor store And I'm hittin, and we'll keep it at that You out Joe? No, I'm too dope for that Rollin and I'm headin for the Clark Park Just finished shootin 8 with the dark shark Seen the freak with the bright white tank top Keep rollin cuz I know I'll see my bank drop Homeboy if you wanna keep your riches Stay the hell away from them more money From the truck to the bukers to the jeeps The ICP has got the Dogbeats Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-yeah Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-Yeah (4x) Street lights glearin off the windshield Mear coke crackers on the general wheel 6 Pack in the back and I'm dosin Keep the sounds up find skate 1 thousand 2 Dope gotta keep his own style Home made kicken box 4 tendance Posse P make the whole car hopp When we let the bass drop Inner City Posse's got the bad rep Like my man on the cruches took a big step And I can't stand the neighborhood menace So I swell his chin like Rocky Denise Bass in the car somethin stacks I now hear me roamin them Pontiacs Everyone's brittle when the bass rocks So I got a little somethin in the glovebox Long black hair with the white rag 40 cent Faygo in a brown bag Jump Steady, Rude Boy, and Nate The Mack Chillen by my side cuz my Posse's stacked I know I'm gettin famous just think for a minute Stole the car radio and my tape was in it Sounds bringin life to the streets The ICP got the Dogbeats Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-yeah Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-Yeah (4x) Inner City Posse got the Dogbeats (hit it)(3x) Is in the house Waiten at the light as my bass thumps And I'm gettin jocked by these local chumps They point, they wave, they stare, they look I been jocked so hard I could write a book Violent J down with the pimp daddy's (3x) Smooth plush rides in the velvet caddie's All the way live down Jefferson Inner City Posse's got the best of them When the tape and your system meet ICP has got the Dogbeats Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-yeah Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-Yeah (4x) Inner City Posse got the Dogbeats ICP we got the
Dogbeats (4x)
MENTAL WARP
Staring at the ceiling, the roof has a face It's telling me I don't belong with the human race He's askin me to join him, in eternal sleep I give him my soul, my body I can keep Reaching just above me , I see my pillow's there But yet I have no head, my head is on the chair I'm starring at my body, I look as if I'm weak So give me back my soul, my body you can keep Sitting on my lawn It's just before dawn I listen to the screaming, another life is gone I'm playing with the children, children of the dead My mother say's their evil, my daddy give a shit Their eyeballs are bloody, their skin is ever pale Their askin me to follow, I shall, I shall They dress me as a clown, I'm screamin as a loon We dance upon the cemetery, underneath the moon Here I come there I go, I'm a night walker I'm starin at you sleepin through your window like a stalker I'm taping on the glass, I lick it with my tongue I notice that the house is vacant, I'm starin at no one I must of fell asleep, I woke up on the floor Underneath the carpet, underneath the boards I'm gagged with a dead rat, I lay for many weeks The rat comes back to life, and is chewing on my cheeks Coming is my helper, tangling my brain Something's very wrong I can't describe this pain I'm calling for my mother, I'm crawling up the stairs My mothers laughing at me, and she's been dead for years I'm falling down the stair case, tumble to the floor I land up in the attic, next to the cellar door I'm play with the pigeons, they tell me many lies They tell me I'll have wings if I let them peck my eyes I hear a woman's voice calling from the dirt I plat my little seed, and slowly she will spurt And now she is a tree, I hear the heart pound I take her in my arms, and we make love to the sound The wind is my ebony blowing evil thoughts Carrying the demons soaring with the heart I put it in my body, the wind will bring the rain Only lay it's demon egg, deep inside my brain They're calling me a killer, not saying that I'm not My daddy's tried to kill me ever sence I was a tot By poisoning my bottle, I feed it to my friend Cuz if he dies my buddy our friendship will never end I'm sitting with the darkness, talking to the dark It's singing lullabies, and stringing out the harp I notice that the floor is warm and rather sick It's cuz I'm sitting in my stomach Mental Warp
