Riddle Box

INTRO

"Eh, man, fxck that bitch. I'm sick of that whacky bitch."

"Why's everyone always trying to kick it with that bitch?"

"Hold up, man. Alright, turn up here."

"I just can't figure how she...AAAH! THERE'S ANOTHER CAR COMING!!!"

Welcome sir

"Where the fxck 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)

"Stop it!! Stop it now!! (screams) I was good. I was good. please.

please. I was good."

Boom.

(Insane laughter)

Alright, who's next?

THE RIDDLE BOX

Ladies and gentle,Welcome to your death

Now let's see where you're headed

Turn the crank

And experience was in store for you

Deep with the mighty Riddlebox

The joke's on you, hehe, riddlebox

HahahahahahahahahA

Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked clowns

Hey, I'm Violent J,And I'm here

Well, I'm here to kick your ass

We the wicked juggalos

We juggle those who live like hoes who chose

The express route, one way

Straight down the spiral twist

To the Riddlebox

The joke's on you, hehe, riddlebox

HahahahahahahahahA

Hey, what's up, motherfxcker

This is Shaggs 2 Dope

Congratulating you for opening the box

The Riddlebox

It looks like you received your prize

The cost, what it cost Was your ass, bitchboy!

Hahahahah!

The joke's on you, hehe, riddlebox

Hahahahahahahahahaha

Tell me, sir, what can you do?

It looks like the joke's on you

Come 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 bone

Turn the crank and let's find out

Come on down, mister

You don't have anything to be scared of Do you, sir?

So what's gonna pop up out

Of the mighty Riddlebox

Spin the crank and let's find out

What'd you say!? Step right up, who's first?

Who's brave enough to step into

Their new eternal destiny

Surely someone must be confident

That there life wasn't totally evil

Step right up and seal your fate...

THE SHOW MUST GO ON

Ohhhhhhhhhh!2 Dope, check it out, man

ICP's back in the hauugh man

Violent J, man

2 Dope, man

Wicked clown, man

fxck yeah, man

Hey, quick, hurry up, bang

Open your mouth cuz here comes my wang

I'm Violent J, the southwest skitso

Born in a big top, magical mijisto

Dead body disco, rapping to the hoochies

Dirty old fat hoes come up with a smoochie

Hoochie coochie la la la la

I might pull your tongue out your mouth

And try to hang ya

It's a full moon and the riddle's are calling

Three more cards and the sky's will be falling

But don't take it from me, I'm just a clown

Wicked clown, wicked town, juggalugalocolicky

Down and out 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

I was feeling so excited about the carnival's arrival

Everyone was jolly and jittery

I waited for their wagons until well after dusk

That night, while I was sleeping

I was awoken by a cold eerie wind

Looking out, I seen strange men, cursing and filthy

There were clowns setting up the 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

Been to New York and L.A., I'm southwest down

Walked into Del Ray's almost got my ass kicked

Rather just chill in the yard in my casket

Call up the hoes, have em swing by the tomb

And get a little sticky steak up in this bitch

Killer clowns kicked out the circus

Used to get live, let the midget lady work this

I was a freak show, they called me the Pogo

I could make my ball sac bob like a yo-yo

Give it up, give it up, southwest looney tune

Killed another redneck, found his head in looney doon

Gooney boon, booney goon, I can hear the loons

In my head as I sing my wicked song

The show must go on!

I never been afraid of clown

But these clowns were different

There was nothing funny about these clowns but then

They smiled, they juggled, they laughed

But yet something was terribly, terribly wrong

I didn't like these clowns for I could see threw them

I knew what they were really like

I knew that this carnival that had come to my village

Was an evil, evil thing

Come see the show, big top show

Walk in and hang with the dead carnival

Dead dirty carnies, dead juggalos

Walk in and hang with the dead carnival

You ask do we gangbang, do we bang in a gang

Do we bang bang, I'm a gangbanger, man

I bang in a gang, man, you can suck my wang, man

Richie boy, richie boy, it's a southwest thang

Serial murderer, southwest maniac

Slaughterer, lunatic, high school braniac

Straight-A school boy, school kid

Till I went to school and tried to murder everyone

The show must go on!

My neighbors and friends were fools, all of them

Totally unaware of the evilness within the clowns

Their eyes reflected stairways into hell

Their faces painted with blood

I ran from the carnival clowns

Yet every road and every path

Led me right back to the big tent

I had no excuse from the strong men,

The freak show, and the Ringmaster

Come see the show, big top show

Walk in and hang with the dead carnival

Dead dirty carnies, dead juggalos

Walk in and hang with the dead carnival

CHICKEN HUNTIN'

Well, I'm heading down a southern trail, I'm going chicken huntin'

Chopping redneck chicken necks I ain't saying nothing

To the hillbilly stuck my barrel in his eye

Boomshacka boomshacka hair jumps in the sky

Why I never liked chicken pot pie?

Or the chopped chicken on rye?

So tell Mr. Billy Bob I'm a cut his neck up

Slice, poke, chop chop, stab, cut

What can you do with the drunken hillbilly

Cut his fxcking eyes out and feed em to his Aunt Milly

Willy Willy chicken neck, chicken hunting gotta love it

Hit him with the twelve gauge bucket, chicken nuggets

Laid out all over the grass

Then his little hound dog will eat em up fast

Last as long as you can my man

Cuz when that chicken head hits the fan, you got

Blood guts fingers and toes (3x)

Sittin front row at the chicken show so...

Who's going chicken huntin, we's goin' chicken huntin' (3x)

Cut a motherfxcking chicken up, right!

Let me get a chicken sandwich with manwich

I'm finna wreck on a chicken neck

Chopping up Hilly and Billy Bob Billy

Cuz I chop motherfxcking redneck silly

Peeked in his yard and what did I see

I seen a chicken boy fxcking a sheep

I say "Mister Mister, what the fxck you trying to do"

Barrels in your mouth, bullets to your head

The back of your neck's all over the shed

Boomshacka boom chop chop bang

I'm 2 Dope and it ain't no thang

To cut a chicken, trigger's clickin

Blow off his head but his feet still kickin

Last as long as you can my man

Cuz when that chicken head hits the fan you got

Blood guts fingers and toes (3x)

Sittin front row at the chicken show so...

Who's going chicken huntin, we's goin' chicken huntin' (3x)

Cut a motherfxcking chicken up, right!

Went to Kentucky, I got lucky

Met this hot-collared bitch named Bucky

Riding on a chicken, milking a cow

Hittin switches in a drop top low ride tractor plow

Redneck fella, moonshine sella

Hang him by his neckbones, chicken bones

Locked in the cellar, yellow belly chicken plucker

You redneck fxcker!

Who's going chicken huntin, we's goin' chicken huntin' (3x)

Cut a motherfxcking chicken up, right!

TOY BOX

"Ooo, I like this toy. Watch it go. Uw...wait!"

(gunshots)

"We're sorry the person you are calling is dead"

I was like six, I used to get dissed by the chicks

And everyone would chase me and hit me with bricks

And rocks and sticks and calling me names

And filled my lunchbox with frogbrains (eeww!)

When I left school, it was much iller

My daddy was a serial killer

And how about that, he'd always make me sit in the back

With all his dead bodies on my lap (move!)

When I got home, enough of the static

Hammer and tools, went 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 xxxxed

But I won't be mentally scarred

Instead I make toys, toys of the graveyard

Monday, ringing the bell

It's all about show and tell, might as well

Show all these bastards just what I got

Yo, check out my toy box!

"Nothing feels better than a good harty-harr, right boys and girls"

We got dead bodies everywhere you look

All the nerds sitting up front got cooked

Others start screaming and making a dash

So I start handing out toys fast at last

You like slinkies, we got slinkies

Only mine like to wrap around your face

And stretch, twist, kazoom

And whip your body all over the fxckin 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 your bed

That's how you get an axe to the forehead (oww)

And don't let em sit around all day

Come home and find you mom, dead in the hallway

Cuz they can be nifty

All the toys I shifty, haha, in my toy box

"Woooowee, that sure sounds like fun!"

That's not a toy, hey, wait a minute

Don't fxck around, homie, you can lose an eye with it

That's my double blade razor whip chop jimmy

And it's mine, motherfxcker, so gimme gimme

You want toys, you come to the right place

Try my little toy, Mutilating Mental Case

Wind him up, 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

......It make a funny sound and then BANG!

Blew the fingers off his fxckin hand

Don't stop, class ain't done yet

I remember you calling me poindexter

Bookworm brainy, my aggrevation

Went into these little creations

Reach in, you might find something wicked

Wicked, scary, chop bang pickadery

Off with your head, a robot with a sword

But now he's looking at me, but what for?

"Eh, wait a minute, I made you

Get them, not me. Eh, wait a minute, motherfxcker."

"Oh, I love this record."

CEMETARY GIRL

"Tonight, tonight, we gather the dead. (tonight, tonight)

Tonight, tonight, off with your head."

"You'll never guess what's up...my muckin' head blew up"

She was lovely, long hair, short, nice figure though

So at the funeral, it made me cry, watch her die

I cannot lie, I couldn't sleep without a wink

I only think about my lady, I want 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, he 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 dig too fast or to see things could get bloody

I watch my baby, I hit the top of baby's coffin

I thinking, she's better off inside if she died

Yeah, she needs me, I can tell my baby wants me

Cuz every night at 2:15, my baby haunts me

I prey it open, the odor hits me, there she is

I lean down to give her a kiss because I need a...

Girl that make me happy, a girl that make me cry

girl that passed away back in 1985

A girl I plan to marry, a girl I plan to wed

A girl I chew on cuz my baby is already dead

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.

Fxck yeah, motherfxcker

I don't want no stuck up

Little sassy rassy bitch

Ya know what I'm saying

I want me a cold stanky bitch

So bring it on, dead momma

She's as lovely as always, my baby hasn't changed

Except for the hole that's in her forehead,

You can see her brains

Nevertheless, our love is still forever true

Her eyes have withered, 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 upon her face? oh, it's just a booger

I lean her head back to kiss her cracking lips

And then her neck crack, 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 notice that, when 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 again tomorrow night, because I need a...

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 I chew on cuz my baby is already dead

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

Check it out, bitch!

You aren't getting stank, skank

Get your asses shoveling

Then you'll want a lil somthin somthin

Them cramey graveyard bitches

They DOWN WITH THE CLOWN!!!

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 I chew on cuz my baby is already dead

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

Girl that make me happy...

3 RINGS

Is this on?

Gather round my wealthy friends

And endure the horrifying sights

Only your worst nightmares can produce

Actual human beings of a deformed nature

Come at once

And come and enduldge yourself

In our own twisted amusement of

Another's misfortune

Yes, ladies and gentlemen

Enter our three ring show of freaks

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

Scaring the shxt out of all y'all bitches

Which is why you don't invite mine to your parties

Just cause I don't look like everybody

I guess they're bunch of richboys, bitchboys

Scary, bula!

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 gonna act?

So what if I got another arm growing out of my back

I guess I'm just another freak show thing

And now they got me in the three ri-ii-ii-ing

Three ring a ding a ding ding

People love to point and stare

Three ring a ding a ding ding

It's the same as everywhere

Ring two, how do you do?

I'm Shaggy 2 Dope, chicken-faced bitch ho

You don't try to front ho

Try to play me out just cause I'm running with the sideshow

Or maybe it's the leg growing out my neck

But don't jet baby, heh, not yet

I'm popping in like a pound of lead

Black n blue, his next roll and drop me on my head

Oh shxt, I knew I had to fxck up my circuits

Cuz when I was two my momma left me at the circus

Abandoned at the carnival with the freak shows

Like bad boys, hermaphrodites and old man crow

But then I escaped to the ghetto zone

Started a crew of my own, motherfxcker, I'm not alone

So don't be stickin your finger in my face stank

Or your stomach might receive a shank from the...

Three ring a ding a ding ding

People love to point and stare

Three ring a ding a ding ding

It's the same as everywhere

I certainly hope your enjoy yourselves

Here at our three ring exhibit

But to be honest I really don't see

What's so fxcking funny about it

These fxcking people are real!

Ring three, the ICP

Look if you want but I wouldn't lay a hand on me

That's how you get fxcked up

We'll squeeze your windpipe shut

Yo, I'm a nerd word, I drink from the bird

Half-snake woman keep my love to the curb

She busted into my tent, now I'm fxcked

Had the fat bearded lady in the buck, uh

fxck that, bitch, suck that

I was born with a wang but I never had a nut sac

Just two balls hanging with no protection so

I move real careful and slow

You can call me a weirdo, call me a freak

Call me Don Nots cuz I'm getting on it every week, uh

So come see the carnival and threw me your change, bitch

I chill with the three rings

Three ring a ding a ding ding

People love to point and stare

Three ring a ding a ding ding

It's the same as everywhere

Well, that's it

I hope you're satisfied

I hope you had a good time

You fxcking heartless bastards

You saw what you wanted

So grab your fxcking kids

And that fat flop of shxt wife of yours

And get the fxck out of our circus tent

You cold-hearted sons of bitches

You think they look fxcked up

Just wait till I kick your

Fxcking lips in a couple times

You'll be sittin up here like a bitch

And we'll laughing at your folded ass

They'll call you lumpy

After I done put knots

All over your fxckin forehead

Yeah, hey, hey little boy, come here

How'd you like it if I tied your neck in a knot

You fxcking little bitch

Come here, I'll shove that

fxcking corn dog up your ass

Get the fxck out of here

Show's fxcking over

Get the fxck out of here

You fxcking heartless bastards

HEADLESS BOOGIE

It's Friday night, dark, scary

Lonely, walking through the park, cemetery

And its foggy, cold and smoggy

Hear a dog, a howling doggy

I'm scared, should of brung the shotgun

Would of, should of, but I ain't got one

So I watch my back, and what's that

The caretaker, a dirty old hunchback

Better run, hide, quick, fast

He's coming for my ass with a shovel

No where to run, nore to hide but the grave bit

So I dove in, I did the dumb shxt

Took a fall, deeper than six 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

DJs spinnin with maggots on they face

And what I saw next then really took me

Uh, they did the headless boogie

Hey yo, I heard that you died

fxck that, it's time to get live

Dead bodies let's all take a ride

Lean to the left and slide (the headless boogie)

Oh yeah, we dug up the finest

Bitches in the graveyard

So come on down

And if you ain't come to get your funk out

Then get the fxck out, bitch

They all stand straight and swing to the side

No heads, but they feet still glide

Take a step back, twist and dive

I even seen Kurt Cobain get live (blam!)

No heads, but they all funky

And drunk, drinking old Spunky

Don't be shy, everyone's able

Hit the floor, leave your nugget on the table

And kick-step, and when you do kicks off

If you're dead, your legs might fall off

The whole time I can't believe

I can't conceive, I don't wanna leave

I'm kicking into a freak with no head

No face, but the rest is straight

She's with it, I hit it like a G

Her back fell off, eww, excuse me

Zombies, mummies, and Frankenstein

Drinkin 'cisco disco dead wine

Dead stiffs coming through the door

Head, speakers, and limbs on the floor

I'm getting drunk, I wanna be down, what's up

I wanna be the headless clown

They pulled out the jigsaw and got raw

And that ended it all, I did the headless boogie

Hey yo, I heard that you died

fxck 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, fxck that voodoo moshing, bitch

You come and freak it with the real dead juggalos

So come on by and we'll cut your nugget off

So you get grave dancing!!!

Hey yo, I heard that you died

fxck that, it's time to get live

Dead bodies let's all take a ride

Lean to the left and slide (the headless boogie)

THE JOKER'S WILD

"Welcome to another exciting episode of Del Ray's number one

game show, The Joker's Wild! Shaggy, tell us something about

tonight's contestants

Hey, motherfxckers

Get ready for the killer show of this bitch

We gotta cop, we gotta judge, and we gotta redneck

So step the fxck up and play the Joker's Wild

Woohoo!

Everybody smile

Guess who's back on your underground dial (who?)

It's the game show host with the most (Violent J)

And tonight we finna have a little pig roast

Cop copper, it's been a long while

Lace up your boots and come on down the aisle

Mr. Pig-Man packing that steel

But tonight, you ain't shxt, now spin the fxckin wheel

Looks good, nice try

Now let's see just how ya gonna die?

Lucky, lucky, he landed on Carpenter Jed

He just pounds nails in your forehead

The pig got lucky that time

But let's take a look who's next down the line

Oh, the 43rd District judge

Hey pal, remember me

You threw me in jail

Take a spin or I'll snap your neck

The clicker's landed, let me check

The Jokey, hey it ain't bad at all

We just cut your face off and slap your skull

Who's next for the games and fun?

Hillbilly Earl, come on down, run

The redneck that sicked his dog on me

Now that's gonna cost you a spin, buddy

Spin around and around it goes

Staple your lips shut, cut off your toes

Then I throw your corpse on top of the pile

Anything goes on the Joker's Wild

"Tell me who killed 17 people and later ate their dead bodies?"

"Jeffrey Dahmer."

"No, the correct answer would be your mother. Shaggs?"

Aww, shxt, motherfxckers

Get ready for round two of this bitch

So, if you want your fxcking neckbone chopped

Step the fxck up and play the Joker's Wild!

You'd probably kill for a big prize, won't ya

Ya little bitch, it's your turn to spin

Big money, now spin again

Oh goody, the unzip your drawers

I'm finna clip this chain on your balls

Raise ya upside down for the bang bada

Now we bust your head like a pinata (hey!)

The audience loves that shxt

Listen to em cheer when your forehead splits

Wait! Cut to a break, oh shxt, d-damn ah

We got guts on the camera

The Joker's Wild is brought to you by...Faygo

EVERYBODY SING!!

"Send your momma straight up to the store,

Tell that bitch to bring home a Faygo"

Welcome back to the Carnival Show

Here's your chance for the big money cash flow

Hit your buzzer, pull your lever

Joker, joker, lemon, we sever your head

Pick a door, one, two, or three

It's the same behind every door, me

There's no escape, now gimme that bald head

The crowd can't help, look, they're all dead

At home they just watching your doom

We broadcast from hell to your living room

I ripped off his knuckle, wicked clown style

Anything goes on the Joker's Wild

"It's time to play hit or miss. Contestant number one, open your mouth.

Contestant number two, get ready.

Will he hit or miss....

HE HIT! What's next?

We got money, we got cash, we got prizes

We got blood, we got guts

We got naked dead bitches on the Joker's Wild

I got my yellow suit and my purple tie

Somebody's gonna die, oh my

It's Mr. Thompson, my next door neighbor

Always bitchin, yellin from the kitchen

Window, see he died and he went to hell though

We meet again, I got my own game show

Spin the wheel, cuz I just can't fxck around

BONUS ROUND!

Oh shxt, the end of the game

Bonus round, we goin' out with a bang

You gotta chance for money and prizes

You gotta chance at death, too hahah

So get ready, I'm coming at'cha fast

Your chance for freedom at last

Four questions, so are you ready, Jack?

"Uh, I think so", load the gat

"The cop in here?"

"Eats butt."

"Yes. The square root of two?"

"Uhhh..."

"Correct. Nutsacs don't belong in?"

"Butt cracks"

"Right. Richboys eat?"

"Caviar."

"No, the correct answers bullets."

(gunshots)

Oh geez, this is Bink Chipperwink saying so long till next week folks

See ya later, goodbye

That's it, go home (aww!)

THE DEAD BODY MAN

"This is a Channel 7 news breif because the news is happening now."

"Hello, Morque Perkins reporting. Our top story tonight,

police and investigators are still trying to figure out how and why somebody

stole 4 dead bodies from the Wayne County morgue late Monday night.

Police say, the apparent body theif entered through the basement window,

but how he alluded the security and alarm system is still a mystery.

But what we at Channel 7 are wondering, what kind of sick

fxck would steal 4 dead bodies anyway? Details at 11."

Dead bodies, dead bodies all over the street

Fifty-five, sixty-five bodies at least

I hang with the stiffs till the break of dawn

I'm always finding bodies when I'm mowing the lawn

Drag em in the house, throw em in the oven

Wicked clown lovin that dead body gloven

Tastes like chicken finger lickin deep fried

I ate a dead body, but don't tell, I lied

I just ate my first dead body last week

Still gots the finger nail caught in my teeth

Before you start yelling and cursing my name

Remember something's wrong with my brain, insane

Second I was born, doctor threw me 'gainst the wall

Kicked open the door and he whipped me down the hall

I'm sliding and I'm bouncing off shxt like a hockey puck

And my mother's like "What the fxck?!"

He said I was born of an alien race

Born with a hatchet and a juggalo face

But I'm not a martian, you wouldn't understand

I'm just the dead body man

We got bodies, dead bodies

We got fat ones, skinny ones

Males, females, hermaphrodites

We got somebodies, we got nobodies

Bodies, bodies, bodies, woo!

Dead bodies, dead bodies in the back of my van

All the little kiddies love the dead body man

I drive through my neighborhood ringing my bell

Some people run cuz they don't like the smell

Others line up just as quick as they can

To try and catch a glimpse of the dead body man

It's all good, if you can stand the funk, but ah

Just don't look in the trunk

I drive down Central kickin the bass

Chillin with my freaks and I'm picked her face

Maggots and bugs like to crawl on her head

Cuz my bitch is dead, I'd rather that instead

Than a ho you can't trust, always diggin a nut

A dead body bitch learns to keep her mouth shut

Riding in the back is my dead body crew

Only they can never think of nothing to do

If you think I'm sick take a look at yourself

You got dead deer heads up on your shelf

On your key chain is a little baby rabbit's hand

I'm just the dead body man

We also collect dead bodies

So, if you know any dead people

Or you yourself are planning on dying soon

We'll be happy to come to your house

And pay cash for it

We appreciate good healthy stiff

For our dinner

Woohoo!

Call me the dead body man (some one give em to me)

Call me the dead body man (just sell em to me)

Call me the dead body man (you can mail em to me)

Call me the dead body man (br-bring em to me)

Call me the dead body man (won't ya give em to me)

Call me the dead body man (you can sell em to me)

Call me the dead body man (just mail em to me)

Call me the dead body man (br-bring em to me)

Call me the dead body man (you can give em to me)

Call me the dead body man (you can sell em to me)

Call me the dead body man (won't ya mail em to me)

Call me the dead body man (you can bring em to me)

Call me the dead body man, call me the dead body man

LITTLE SUMTHIN' SUMTHIN'

"Mr. Jackson, what are you talking about?

Well I've heard about those parties, they're immoral.

Mr. Jackson, I thought you were respectable gentlemen."

"Now, don't give me that respectable gentlement bullshxt,

you little bitch."

"Mr. Jackson?"

"Now, stop playing dumb, you dizzy cxnt."

Hey baby, I heard you like to freak

Then come out to play with me

Hey, what's up, I'm new in town

I work for the circus, Shaggy the Clown

Anyway, ole girl, I seen you around

I guess I'm trying to say that I wanna be down, hey

We had ice cream, sat in the park

I walked her all the way home when it got dark

She took me inside and when the door shut

Next thing ya know I had my nuts in her butt, hey

I wanna bitch whose down to fxck right away

And even does my homies if it's okay

A little bitch that's down for a quicky

I love chicky chicky, I ain't being picky though

So you might be a little bit fat

You might even stink a bit, I don't mind that

Even if you don't fxck on the first date

Just put my nuts in your mouth and I'll stay

I need a girl who just don't give a shxt

So, I'm caught strokin' her mom, I mean, so what

A little skins here and there, ain't nothing

I just need a bitch whose down with a lil somthin somthin

Hey baby, I heard you like to freak

Then come out to play with me

My name's Violent J, so I can't fxck around

Who's the dirtiest bitch in the whole town

There she go, she workin' at Dairy Queen

Bitch couldn't be a day over fifteen

So I do her in the butt like that

I hit it so quick, I made her butt-cheeks clap, haha

Why wait around till she gets married

Cuz I'm ready as long as the neden's hairy

Tootsie-tootsie pumpkin pie

Looks like ya got nut in your eye

My fault, I didn't notice, you was still there

Now go and wash that shxt out your hair, bitch

I need a girl not afraid to bone

Even if her mommas and pops is still home

And if her daddy suddenly walks in

He just might see me my nuts on his daughter's chin

Everybody in the hood says that you're easy

You look a little cracked out, a little sleasy

You're a basehead, baby, you ain't shxt

I'm still down if you down for a lil somthin somthin

A lil somthin somthin

Hey baby I heard you like to freak

Then come out to play with me

Bitch let me hit, I won't be long

As soon as I nut, I'm gone

OLE' EVIL EYE

Welcome sons of fxckin bitches to the Wicked Carnie Theater

Tonight's feature presentation is so fxcking scary

It'll take the wrinkle out of your nutsac and fade your butt hairs

So get ready motherfxckers, for tonight's main attraction

I give to you, Ol' Evil Eye, ahahahahaha

Alright shut the fxck up, start the movie

I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult.

For his gold, I had no desire. I think it was his eye.

Yes, it was this. One of his eye's resembled that of a vulture.

A pail blue eye with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon

me,my blood ran cold.

And so, out of the breeze, very gradually, made

up mind to take the life of the old man, and must rid myself of the eye, forever.

So, I'm heading door to door with grandmother's cookie jar

I'm selling cookies, twelve for a dollar

I ring the door bell, nobody wants any

I result in going cheaper, two for a penny

Anybody, everybody, they hate me

I can tell when they spit and degrade me

There's only one house left the last on the block

Old man Willy on the hilltop

I ring the door bell, the door creeps open

And there it was, staring and scoping

The man's left eye ragged big and dripping

I was trippin, AH! see ya!

I ran home, I couldn't stop thinking

About his eyeball winking and blinking

And that it looked not a damn thing like the other (eww!)

Should of wore a patch on the motherfxcker

It hypnotized me, mesmorized me

Traumitized, paralyze, terrorized me

Creepers, where'd you get that ball?

And tell me how it even fits in your skull

I want a big long knife to stick it in

I wanna lift up the eyelid and kick it in

He's gotta die, I want his eye buried in my backyard

I'm killin Ol' Evil Eye

Evil Eye

Ol' Evil Eye

Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Mad men know

nothing?! But you should have seen me.

You should have seen how wisely I preceded,

with what caution, with what foresight, with what simulation

I went to work. I was never kinder to the old man.

Then during the whole

week before I killed him.

A day gone past as I heard about jail

Men up in the slay, cuz I don't fxckin play

Anyway, I gotta do him in

That I was to reborn and put the silver bullets in

I plan on bucking one right through his nugget

Now my drawers with the bucket, I gotta go, fxck it

I stuck it up to his neck when he came to the door

I really didn't know what I was in for

First a cold-ass stare now a gaze now a stare

Kinda like there was no one there, how weird

My body froze with the blink of his eye

Evil eye sending chills down my spine

What to do, what to do, I gotta try to break

I gotta try to make my way to the gate, wait

I can't move, I'm stuck to the ground

Oh, what the fxck was that I think I heard a sound

Turn around there it was staring at my face

This little old man's eye making me a mental case

That's when I felt the pain deep inside, deep inside

Now his eyes open wide

I want a big long knife to stick it in

I wanna lift up the eyelid and kick it in

He's gotta die, I want his eye buried in my backyard

I'm killin Ol' Evil Eye

Evil Eye

Ol' Evil Eye

At length, it ceased. The old man was dead?

I placed my hand upon the heart.

I held it there for many minutes, there was no pulsation.

He was stone dead.

His eye would trouble me no longer.

His eye would trouble me no longer.

Evil Eye

Ol' Evil Eye

12

Wake...

Revenge is mine

12 people will die tonight

Guilt

Now I've woken and reborn

Though I have just until dawn

I remember every face

Spirits show me every place

First one sleeps inside his bed

Place my fingers on his head

To each temple push and smother

Till my fingers touch each other

Next one makes love to his wife

Only wish to take his life

For his family's done no wrong

Place his children on the lawn

Tell the missus, leave the room

Less she wish to witness doom

Grab the squirming filthy goat

And shove the dresser down his throat

I must quickly use my gift

Next two work the midnight shift

Drinking coffee in the back

I will listen to them chat

Hear them speaking of my death

Hear the laughter in their breath

But the laughter quickly died

When their heads collide

You're gonna die...

Now my anger's growing worse

Next one's working as a nurse

Have to make a doctor's call

Drag my body down the hall

Grab a scalple and a blade

Time to play the nurse's aide

Operate and strap her down

Carve her face into a clown

Killed another then three more

Now we're down to only four

This man drives a taxi cab

Another wicked life to grab

Screaming that he'd thought I'd died

Let's go for a taxi ride

In the wreck of twisted steel

The stearing wheel becomes his meal

This man watches his TV

Scanning channels endlessly

Stops at station forty-four

It's the Wicked Clown Show

Watch me juggle, watch me dance

In 3-D watch me enhance

Watch me crawl out from the screen

And squeeze your neck until you're green

You're gonna die...

Time...

Even though, there's just one left

I feel my bones becoming stiff

And now I wonder endlessly

The spirits have abandoned me

My limbs are falling piece by piece

My ears and fingers in the street

But still yet see no morning sun

And here's my victim's early run

Quickly grab him from behind

Round his neck with fishing twine

Keep him still and pull the string

Watch his head go bobbaling

Listen to my riddle song

Even though my crime was wrong

Murder me just for your law

And I'll be back for all y'all

You're gonna die...

I'll be back for all y'all...

THE KILLING FIELDS

Laying in my bed, I think of many horror tales

Yet I barely move, my bed is made of nails

I try to roll, my skin slowly tears away

My flesh is stuck to my bed as I begin my day

Walking out the house, this morning, the sky is red

The streets are crowded with the bodies of the living dead

They're trying to die, they're leaping off of roof tops

Uh, they only scream in pain as their body flops

I'd rather stay inside my home and only pray to die

But my house is been on fire since like '85

I can only stand a night of the fatal smoke

But see you never die, you only burn and choke

So I leave out the house and walk the land

Wild pigs run and feed off the dying man

And look around you, there's bodies hanging from the trees

But they're not dying, they're only crying "please"

I hear the thunder in the sky, so I run in hide

The deadly rain may soon come down, you got to get inside

The lunatics see the lightning, they're screaming, yes

It's raining blood, the streets are a bloody mess

About once or twice a week though it thunder storms

That's when giant heavy red and black clouds form

It's raining blood, livers, and kidneys from the sky

Prepare cuz when you die, you're coming to the killing fields

What shall that be? What shall that be? When that fine moment comes.

When the curtains are drawn, the windows are shut,

The doors close, and you've written what you've written, you

said it, that's it. What will you look to be? What about it, mister,

when you've had your last beer. You laughed at family and

laughed at your little wife. She begged you not to go out to that bar.

As I feed off a dead pig, I'm thinking back

To when I had a heart beat, and how I would act

I would steal from the poor, I'd laugh at the sick

But in the killing fields, you get your fxcking neck ripped

So as I walk along, I meet a lot of strange folks

Some people with no eyes, and gashed open throats

And if they notice your eyeballs are working well

They try to dig em out your skull, and go for self

Now in the summertime, it's like a whole 'nother realm

Water victims, fire, and oceans overwhelm

To walk outside, the heat will surely cook your brains

Try to run across the street your hair will burst in flames

Victims in a panic run from the heated light

Underneath the city, into the sewer pipes

Into the fire storm this becomes your new land

But there's no food, so you feed off the other men

And now it's been seven months, I'm barely fed

I chase a Billy Billy goat with a human's head

He's steady screaming "Let me be! Let me be!"

But while I chase him there's another demon chasing me

All of time moves backwards, I'm growing old

And the clouds are burning fire, and so I'm told

hat there's a lot of living souls such as the rich

That choose to live like a bitch, I'll see you in the Killing Fields

You've had your big time of lust and sin and filth. What is

the end going to be when you realize that time is up? You've

crossed the finish line going in the wrong direction. What

shall it be? What about it, ya man? When you spent your life

in a few years time? You're burned out shell at 25 years of age.

What shall it be? What about it?

You could go to hell (what shall it be?)

Come, come on down, down (you're going to the killing fields)

I'M COMING HOME

I live my life in the gutter

And this gutter is who I am

Take me back home to my gutter

And I swear I won't ever leave again!

Hey, I'm coming home

Home to the criminals and crooks

Home to the gangbangers shooting dirty looks

Home to the killer cops beating on my ass

Home to my '72 Velarick, praying it will last

Pass by the rich bitches trying to play me out

Dawging on my neighborhood, don't know what it's about

So now I'm clockin dunkets, never hang out with the rich

I'd rather hang out with the crooked at the party store,bitch

Give me codey, dawg, with a little smog

Cuz it tastes better than the poisonous fog

Seeping from the sewers in my slummy neighborhood

But the ghetto got love and the love is all good

So I don't give a fxck about your mansion by the lake

You can suck my dingaling until your neck breaks

Cuz all I wanna do is hang with the zombie

In the zone, break out with the Faygo, I'm coming home

Home to the creatures, home to the crooks

Home to the fools readin witchcraft books

Home to the monsters roaming the land

I wanna come home but ya don't understand

Bitch, I'm coming home and I'm not alone

Jokers and freaks, and their dead body bones

Every single thing that you never wanna see

Add it all together and you got me

I know nobody gives a fxck about your punk ass rules

Keystone coppers and your hypocrite schools

I'd much rather lay around the streets of the gutter

And make dirty phone calls to your rich mother

Quarter past midnight and I'm waking up the dead

Then we playin kickball with somebody's head

We go skinny dipping in the barrels of toxic waste

After that I pour myself a little taste

So tell your daughter that she's nothing but a fat bitch

And all my homies don't care if the hoes rich

Somebody out here, please, let me know where there's a phone

I need to call my mother and tell her I'm coming home

Home to the creatures, home to the crooks

Home to the fools readin witchcraft books

Home to the monsters roaming the land

I wanna come home but ya don't understand

And I'm coming home, chicken chicken bones

Sugar prom bushes, and ice cream cones

All these fake people sayin hi to one another

Then they sit around and talk fxck about each other

Watering they grass, digging in they ass

Trying to make sure they didn't lose any cash

Working hard, all your life, and now you're finally rich

But look at you, you're just another whack bitch

Crawl in the slum that's where I'm from

Murderers and slaughterers, so that's what I've become

Spare a little change cuz I just ran out of gas

Reach for your quarter and I'll stick your fxckin ass

Nobody wants to be around the ghetto breed

But the ghetto got each other and that's all we really need

So what the fxck am I doing down here, I gotta land of my own

Eh yo, dawg, fxck it, huh, we going home

Home to the creatures, home to the crooks

Home to the fools readin witchcraft books

Home to the monsters roaming the land

I wanna come home but ya don't understand