Ringmaster

WAX MUSEUM

Greetings

Welcome to the gypsy of fortunes

Your coin was very much appreciated

And now I shall grant you your future

It seems my cards of tarot have dealt you a very odd hand

A hand of six jokers card, this is very rare

And suggest something neusant is approaching

You should be visited by a dark circus

A circus that holds pain and anguish

This travelling mass of evil will leave you corpse to rot

While entrapping your soul to displayed at future stops

Oh yes, you should also be aware that it is your own evil doings

That have brought about this carnival's visit

All of the sins and hatred you have cast during your life

Have whipped and spun into form, the form of one

One who leads this gruesome parade of pain into your life

One sinister beast, one known only as RINGMASTER

Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the museum, the wax museum

Thousands of dead souls covered in wax

All of the rare exhibits you are about to encounter

Are strange and wonderous creations of the one and the only

Leader of them all

So both dead and undead please welcome the R-r-r-ringmaster

"Purpose, question, kill"

The ICP is of the Ringmaster

And the Ringmaster's of the attutes of mankind

G-ya, motherfxcker, now you gotta face your worst enemy

And that's yourself

Every wicked thing you've ever done

Has come back now

And it's gonna whip your little ass, bitchboy

Us, we're just clowns

We just work for the Ringmaster

With the wave of his magic wand

I step forward, wind back

And swing this battle axe

Upside your motherfxcking head

Hoooo!!!

So step right up cause the R-r-r-ringmaster

Takes you on the ride of your life

Horror and fear, smiles and tears

And oh everso over do

The Ringmaster rises up and lifts across the sky

Through the forest and down the river

Along the valley, over the hill

And down the trail and up the sidewalk

Only to surprise you and yours

At your very front door

Let's go, motherfxckers!!!

MURDER GO ROUND

What can I say, man, I hit him with the brick

Killed the little prick, him and his chick

Tried to be slick but you ain't slinky

You're brinky, you're dinky, you suck my twinkie

I don't give a fxck if you call me a clown

Break it on down, it's murder go round

What'cha dishing out, I betcha ya it comes back to ya

If you're trying to creep, I'd hate to say I never knew ya

Once upon a time in the ghetto zone

A ten-foot led pipe slapped on my dome

I'm laying in the street with blood oozing out my head

Excuse me, motherfxcker, was it something I said

Forks up, forks down, man, forks sideways

Then he grabbed my finger and he said crime pays

Swung on his pipe once again for the road

"Hold up, dawg," UH! this shxt gets old

Now I walk the streets with a shattered skull

I'm gonna swing my axe to his jaw

Where the motherfxcker at? Where the motherfxcker stay?

How ya gonna fxck with the juggla Jay-ay-ay

There he sits so I knock on the door

Pops opened up...pops hit the floor

Then I chop chop pops twice in his nugget

Well, he didn't do shxt, fxck it

It's the murder go round

Well, it's me and my mellow mellow roll on Military

Gangbangers gangbangers, big bang fairy,kinda scary

Tags up all on the bricks

Latin Count, X-Men, CFP and all that shxt

We love gangbangers and we hope they love us back

We just some wicked clowns and it's been like that

I don't understand why some people in town

We witness your water still southwest down

But this motherfxcker gonna try and clown me

But I'm the juggalugalocoro, G

Took a shot and he missed, 2 Dope in the dust

"What I ain't got shot, bitch?", so now you must

Take your ticket for the murder go round

Can't nobody kill a click-clack clown

Seen him and his boys smoking blunt in a bucket

Pulled out the dagger creeped up and I stuck it

Into his head, into his boy's head

Into his boy's head, his boy's head, his boy's head

Five dead fxcks in the trunk on deliver

Push that old piece of shxt in the river

The cat and my boys saw five go down

Can ya get a free ride? (No, not again)

On the murder go round (Nooo!!!)

Murder go round, murder go round

How ya gonna fxck with a wicked clown?

Now I'm in a street gang, fifty-five strong

Everybody singing that southwest song

What can go wrong I mean I'm fxckin' in the haugh?

Popping that shxt, I'm finna bust you in the mouth

Nobody fxcks with a jokero juggalo

I don't give a fxck ya know, bitches I'm a fxck you though

But you know the shxt had to hit the fan

Some gangbanger shot me, man

Twice in the forehead, twice in the back

Twice in the eye and I'm feeling kinda whack

Stumbling along it's becoming entwined

Who's the next in line?

For the murder go round

Murder go round, murder go round

How ya gonna fxck with a wicked clown?

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

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!

MR. JOHNSONS HEAD

Sitting in the class with my head on the desk

Teacher's trying to talk but I could give a fxck 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 shxt

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 fxcker 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 fxck 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 fxck 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 fxcker 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 AGreat 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 fxcking body in the hallway

And in the morning they opened up the door

And seen his motherfxcking 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

Fxck Washington, Benjamin, fxck 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 motherfxcking melon chilling in my bookbag.

I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day

I didn't like the fxcker 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

SOUTHWEST SONG

Good people sometimes think bad things

Good people dream bad things, don't you

Good people even do bad things

Once in a while, we do

Factory smoke and choke in pain

Cuz Del Ray funk is in my brain

So I break the law but I'm not to blame

You only know my place, you don't know my name

Well, I grip the fence and bent the steal

And I steal a car and I grip the wheel

And I park the car then I steal it again

Cuz I really don't know what's happening

I wait for night to fall then I walk outside

And then I run back in cuz I don't wanna die

You see, the air alone, it can corrupt your brain

As smoke fills the sky enough to block the rain

And I pray to God to help me justify

Look over me cuz my brain is fried

And I don't have a name, I don't have a home

I just lay alone on my bed of stone

You see, death awaits me on my narrow path

And when I stop to think I can only laugh

Because I'm not alone, it didn't take me long

To see everybody singing that southwest song

Wooooooo Oh We-oh

Everybody singing that southwest song

Some say I'm real and some say I'm fake

But I really don't care cuz it's all too late

You see, my mind is weak and I'm losing breath

As I crawl along I can feel the death

Everywhere I go I bring with me pride

And then I pay the carny and I take a ride

But see, the wheel is wicked and it spins me death

So I try it again with what pride is left

If we have to go then you can take me fast

You see, I started under and I'm sinking fast

And when the joker's card is missing from your deck

Then you know the road has finally caught my neck

Eh, yo, don't look, now, there we go again

It's me and the grim reaper, best of friends

He's always hanging round waitin for me to die

We shot a game of pool, he's not a bad guy

I feel him in the corner of a circled room

At about thirteen in the afternoon

And then I see the strain as I walk along

I notice everybody singing that southwest song

Wooooooo Oh We-oh

Everybody singing that southwest song

What does seem bad to you?

I'm angry...

What does seem bad to you?

I'm angry

Everybody singing that southwest song

If my time has come, then I'm ready to go

Shoot me in the face with your forty-four

And when I'm falling down to my soury death

I'll laugh with my very last breath

(hahaha)

Lose some, win some, that's how it goes

I've been down and out, I took many blows

And there ain't nothing here I ain't seen before

I'm just a jugglin juggla jugglin more

You wanna see the world, you wanna run the town

You wanna meet a girl and wanna settle down

You wanna start a family and ya own a home

I wanna run with a set from the ghetto zone

You see the forks up, I see the forks down

But I'm a wicked clown, so don't fxck around

Cuz my brain is gone and it's on it's way

I'm exploding, so get off me, dog!!!

And I could be right and I could be wrong

And if I ain't dead now then it won't be long

But it does not matter what set you on

Tonight everybody sings that southwest song

Wooooooo Oh We-oh

Everybody singing that southwest song

What seems bad to you?

Is hitting other kids?

GET OFF ME, DOG!

Yo, 2 Dope, man, check this out, man

You know what the word on the streets is, dawg

The word on the streets is that you a bitch

What's up with that, man?

Motherfxckers tweek, gotta tweek while ya tweek

Golley guy's rhythm, cuz me on mic, my on meek

Get off me, dog, before I sting your chin

I let my nutsac flap in the wind

Cuz I'm 2 Dope, clown loco G,

And it's one chop, two boing, three

In the melon, in the back of the melon

One black, two black eyeballs swelling

Always back with stickin, taking back what's more to lordy

Sippin on the blunt, puffing on the 40

Or the O-Z, muthafxck me

Fxck Stuart Frankie, they call me

Jelly jello boy cuz my nutsac jiggles

And when it's cold out, my nutsac shrivles

And crawls at my booty all warm and snug

And gets chased out by the booty ho bug

Goddamn, I ain't who I am

I'm always fxcking fat bitches named Pam

Nineteen years of breathing smog

Has got me mental

So get off me, dog!...

WHO ASKED YOU

Wicked clowns, wicked clowns

Drank my last cup of dead body stew

Paint my face, creep up and say BOO!

Nobody knows what I'm about

Walk around town with my guts hanging out

Chewin on toes, fxckin dead hoes

Bark at the moon everytime the wind blows

Why do I do the things that I do?

Who are you? fxck you, and fxck Jerry Lou too

fxcked your mother at the Motel 8

Fingers in her booty, strawberry shake

Daddy walks in and see the sick clown

Moving his butt-cheeks up and down

Nate the Mack and Jump Steady

Rude Boy, Regis, Kathy Lee

I make rap rhymes and make quick bucks

And everybody sucks my nuts, shucks

fxck Jazzy Jeff, fxck Jack Jones

fxck Jazzy Jiff Jeff Jimmy Jack Jones

Why do we do the things that we do?

Who the motherfxck asked you, uh?

Why do we do the things that we do?

Roses ain't red and violet's ain't blue

Why do we do the things that we do?

Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you too

Never had life, always been dead

Gotta metal plate in the back of my head

Lemon drops, lick lollipops

I fxck redneck bitches at truck stops

Clown cutters, much clown luv

Found a body in the bathtub, mmm grub

fxck the police, fxck Ebin Price

Fxck cop pork chop jiffy pop cops

Grew another head and I had it lopped off

But we still cool, what's up, (what's up,dawg)

Tock-ticky-tock I pack a pig clock

My dingaling swings when I run down the block

No, I don't sing in a rock band

"Gotta smoke, dude, what's up, man"

fxck John Wayne, fxck Wayne Newton

fxck two-snooting John Hootin nanny pooping

Why do we do the things that we do?

Now who the fxck asked you, bitch?

Why do we do the things that we do?

Roses ain't red and violet's ain't blue

Why do we do the things that we do?

Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you too

THE DEAD ONE

"You tried to stop me, remember?

You tried to deface your own creation

But I stopped you

Did it hurt, did you feel pain?"

Guess it all began when the bullet finally struck

And I walked away harmless, it must of been good luck

Or maybe I'm dead, I'm sorry but you're dead

Maybe I outta go anyway

Strange things have happened since this day accord

A can hear a cold whisper in my every word

It's telling me I'm dead, I'm sorry but you're dead (no)

Maybe I outta go anyway

I'm feeling so stiff as I walk out the house

My tongue's so dry, think it's rotting in my mouth

Oh, tell me am I dead? I'm sorry but you're dead ("it hurts")

Life goes on for some

My boys all stare at me I wonder what they think

They don't blink and my teeth keep popping out I stink

Oh, tell me am I dead? I'm sorry but you're dead

I don't wanna die, maybe I outta go if I'm dead

My soul is so heavy that it draws me to the floor

I can hear these demons knocking at my door

They're laughing at the dead, I'm sorry but you're dead (no)

I don't wanna die, if you're dead, you're dead

I don't wanna die...you're dead, not yet now...

I don't wanna die...maybe I outta go

You're dead...I'm not goin' now...

I don't wanna die, maybe I outta go

Not yet now...

I don't wanna die...

I'm dead...

I don't wanna die...

you're dead

not yet

you're dead...

not yet

i speak

YOU'RE DEAD, BITCH HAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!

MY FUN HOUSE

Rich boy's in trouble

Car broke down on a drive through the ghetto

All the weird people, you gotta get the fxck out

Need to use the phone, step into my funhouse

Hey yo, dope, looks like we got another

He'd like to go for a ride on the neck cutter

Straight to the cart for the next spectacular

Just to know, it's a dead body sittin next to ya

Get ready for the carnival thrills

Should of cut your little faggot ass in the hills

Boom! through the door into the room, you gotta check it out

It's where we cut your fingers off and stick em in your mouth

That should show you that you greedy

little rich fxck If you're bucking with

the juggla you're a dead duck

Eight fingers in your mouth and two

sticking out your nose

Further down the hall, the room with jokeros

That's where you get by seventeen wicked clowns

For the seventeen dead bodies never found

And they jump on your back until your ribs crack

Toss you in the cart and push you down the deli tracks

Spinning and twisting, rolling and bumping

The dead fxck next to ya is trying to tell ya somethin

Listen close, you can barely make it out

"Bitch, you ain't fxck in my electric funhouse"

"Help me, I'm trapped in here. Somebody let me out.

Oh my god!!! Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!"

Come here, rich boy

My head is spinning 360 degrees

Richie richie richie

Come here

Bitch, fxck you, yeah, know what I'm saying

Wicked clowns running the funhouse

Ain't no way to get out until the killer gets your neck cut like a man

Pick a card, any card, any motherfxcking card

......A joker's card

Sorry, bitch, the luck of the draw

Violent J's gonna have to ice your jaw

Snap, bang, snip, boom

Send that motherfxcker off to the next room

Crash through the doors on the windy spinny trail

Through a loop-de-loop and into a big nail

Straight through his left eye and out the back of his head

Is he dead?

No, cause he has to go to the next phase

It's the room of giggles because of your ways

You like to sit and laugh at people when they suffer

Well, now you sit and watch me laugh when

I stick your mother

It's the funhouse, bitch, everything's funny

You act like whipping on your ass ain't funny

And the ride of your life only gets faster

Off to the R-r-r-ringmaster

I take my bobo gun and blow your fxckin mouth in

Eh, yo, the next room, it's called the chicken pen

And it's a little tribute to the bigots of the south

We take a dead chicken shove it in your mouth

And we stuff it down your throat with a pitchfork

Cuz you're a big gut, that's what you get for it

Now I take your sorry ass and I throw you out

Cuz I don't need your dead body stinkin up my funhouse

Funhouse, stinkin up my funhaugh!

I got him, I got him, I got him

Right here, I got him

Oh, he got away

Come on, that way, get him

Little baby's peeing his pants

Come here little boy

I got some candy

Mommy ain't gonna help ya know, you little bitch

Yeah, rich-ass, snitch-ass, bitch-ass ho

You get your motherfxcking next chopped in

Violent J's Fun House

So don't fxck with the wicked clowns, you punk-ass bitch

Come here, little boy

I have some candy for ya

I crack your head in a DLT

Little boy, come out come out

Wherever you are

You're father's so funny

Look at the blood

I liked him

I like it

This little kiddy's getting his necked chopped off tonight

Oh, come here

Little richie, come here

Your mommy says for you to come with me

You're so scared

Why you shaking, little boy?

What's the matter, huh?

Awww, little richie's scared

Look at the blood

Awww, he's crying

BITCH!!!

FOR THE MAGGOTS

One for the maggots, pumpkin's light

Everytime his crew gets into a fight

If I somehow get stomped and kicked

I'm coming for your ass with an ice pick,prick

One for the maggots, two for the bitch

Three for the brick that smacks your lips

Cuz you's a sneaky creepy ho

So don't fxck around no more, yo

One for the maggots, weak as pits

Who sell out they boys for a bitch they just met

And then try to come crawling back

Bitch, you can juggle my nutsac, ho

One for the maggots, punk, fxck you

Trying to be like everybody that you ever knew

Trying to be somebody that you not

Bitch, that's how ya get shot

And left for the maggots

WAGON WAGON

If I'm gonna die

I'm going out riding the wagon

Hear it comes, the horrifying midnight wagon

Saggin, laggin, dead bodies draggin

On a piece of string, they flop around and fling

Now shut your ass up and let the juggla sing

It's the Insane Clown Posse coming threw

Looking for hickies and the prickies and your ass too

Everybody gets a ride on the ghost car

Don't matter who you are, we going straight to hell

And it ain't far, Mr. Davers

You seem to be the kill joy

So get your ass in fat boy

You can sit up in the front with the Ringmaster

With the Ringading-dingalinga-ping-master

And get your motherfxcking wind pipe chopped off

And your funky ass body gets dropped off

In the gutter, the wheels keep rollin

Throwin heads out the back, nugget bowlin from the...

Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin

Are you down with the clown with clown luv, ride the...

Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin

Every dead fxck in the city comes and rides the...

Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin

Nate the Mack, Jump Steady, and Rude Boy ride the...

Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin

Don't miss your chance

The exhaust pipe is tripping out a deli fire

I found an old dead corpse in the trunk next to the spare tire

And it's muffling the sounds

Throw the bitch out and now the funk pounds, yo

Some say it's just a hearse, but it's much worse

It's an old dark bucket with a clown curse

Long, dark, very spooky scary

I drink an old 40 bottle full of bloody mary, why

Cuz I'm Violent J, sick in the nug-bone

I make strange sounds, clowns with frowns

Break it on down, break it up till the break of dawn

Look out your window it's the wagon in your front lawn

Ah, boom, aboockaboomba

We do the dance of the death until you get in the car

Then I pull your tongue out slap you in the face with it

Say the joker did it in the...

Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin

Ladies and gents its your turn, come and ride the...

Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin

If you gotta minute why don't you stop and finna ride the...

Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin

I'm a dead body so you know I love riding in the...

Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin

Now, here's your chance

We don't do drive-by's in the wagon

Instead we just get out and stab your fxckin ass

And there ain't no telling how many clowns inside

Told you seventeen but I lied

Cuz I'm wicked and I'm wild, wicked wild

I caught wild deer, rode it home from Bel Isle

I play the organ like an old mental case

I can freak the cello, like Chris Conley on bass

In the wagon, I throw fingers out the window

And when you roll the window down you can smell Indo

But it ain't mine, it belongs to a stiff over there

Puffin on a Jim Square

Heavy long, rumbling, tumbling

Step into my ride and your ass goes stumbling

Out the back with your neck in a rut

Gotta get home before the sun comes up on my...

Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin

Come down, stand in line, everybody loves to ride the...

Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin

Your momma is a bitch and she swings on my nuts in the...

Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin

If you missed your bus, don't be afriad,come and ride the...

Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin

It's your last chance

THE LOONS

Little Miss Muffet, oh, she never had a clue

Of the psychopathic wicked clown is finna do

Creeping through the backyards underneath the moon

Only three blocks away, the joker looney toon

Listen to the loon, listen to the pain

Listen to the one they call the Violent J

Insane

Watch me as I duck and I dash through the night

I can see the shadows of the moon in my butcher knife

Pretty little world has created this monster

See me living with a dead body in a dumpster

Laughing in your castle but I can't crush your moat

But then I take a boat and cut yourfxcking throat

So now I'm getting closer so I crawl under a house

I'm waiting for the car to pass and then I crawl back out

Another block down just a little ways to go...

"Hello?"

I'm the neck cutter and I'm three blocks away (3x)

Violent Violent, Violent J

I'm the neck cutter and I'm three blocks away (3x)

J, J, Violent J

I can hear the crickets and the creatures of the night

You can hear me drag my foot and scrape my butcher knife

I can hear the owl as it trims a wicked tune

You can hear the loons, the loons, the loons

Listen to the little pitter-patter of my feet

As I howl like a dog and I'm running down the street

Hiding in the trees, hiding in the bushes

You're sitting on your couch and I'm underneath your cushions

Stab you in the back of the head, why not?

Your little governor is taking everything I got

I can't feed a family, I can't feed a dog

So I cut your fxcking head off, hey

Wickey, wickey jokers and you know we show and prove

Jumping over roof tops, juggaluga move

Tell me have you ever seen a ghetto freak show

"Hello?"

I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away (3x)

Violent Violent, Violent J

I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away (3x)

J, J, Violent J

I gotta kill her

I have to kill her

I'm gonna kill her

I'm gonna kill her

I'm gonna...

You can think I'm joking on my joker while you laugh

I'm coming to your house I'm finna cut your neck in half

Everywhere I go the grim reaper stays on me

Cuz the fxcker knows I'm always leaving dead bodies

I can see him standing at the end of the block

Cuz somebody's clock is running out of tock

Slip in the cracks of the walls of the eave

All that's justified as every punishment received

Everything you've ever done to me is out of hate

I'm begging on my knees and you slam your golden gate

So I pick myself up and I snuck around the back

And took your money stack then stabbed your fxcking neck

Slowly only go as the night air is calm

I might stop and chill and drink a 40 on the lawn

Right before I take the final step to your front door

"Hello"

I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away(3x)

Violent Violent, Violent J

I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away(3x)

J, J, Violent J

I'm going up there (I'm the neck cutter)

LOVE SONG

Hello, and welcome back to Pillow Talk

I hope you're with your bitch

Cuz it's time to get cozy with the ICP

So wind back with a sparkling glass of Faygo

While Violent J tells you the poetry

That just makes the bitches melt

Only on WLUV

Hello, baby

I was thinking about you

So I wrote this song

I like to dedicate this to the love

That has expressed from you and I

So just sit back and enjoy

Eh, yo, bitch, come over here and let me kick it to ya

Tried to stick my nuts in ya then I never knew ya

Cuz your ugly and you know you can't hide that

So what you look like a chicken with a hunchback

Oh, it doesn't matter that you from down south

If you talk like it, I'm a smack you in your mouth

Bitch, I admit it, I'm quick to hit a woman hey

But that's okay, cuz bitch, I'm Violent J

And I'm a southwest mack daddy juggalo

And you're nothing but a two-bit stankin'ho

But I love you and I hope you realize that

I don't care about the hair growing out your back

Smoking that blunt, drink some Mad Dog through the night

And your ugly bitch turns into Karen White

And I stick my wing-wang in the middle

I like a filthy-ass ho, the kind that make your nuts shrivle

Bitch, I'm knocking at your door

Let me get some neden, ho

Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay

I'm finna hit it anyway

I guess you want me to take you on a big date

But what you're saying don't sound all that straight

All I wanna do is feel your butt and squeeze your titties

Cuz I can't feed your fat ass on a buck fifty

Let's make love my sweet little dove

I wouldn't get near that neden without a glove

Cuz it's rats and spiders up in there

Hittin that'll take the curl out your nut hairs

I smack your tittie and claps when it hits the other

But I don't want em clappin too loud it'll wake your mother

Bitches always front like they don't wanna let you hit

But then they always screamin banshees when you gettin with it

So don't fake the funk, I'm nothing but a ghetto punk

All I'm trying to do is stick you in your fat rump

So get the fxck out them dirty-ass drawers

And come and twist my balls cuz I love you

Bitch, I'm knocking at your door

Let me get some neden, ho

Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay

I'm finna hit it anyway

You and I both know

That I've been wrong to you in the past

And I know that I love you

All I wanna do is slide my wang into your neden

I wanna hit that neden so damn hard

Let my nuts bang on your anus

That's my only true desire

I feel for you, I think for you

I breathe for you

All I want is a little neden

Ya know, everyday when the wind blows

All I hear is my nuts flapping against your booty, ho

And that's all I ever want

And that's all I ever dreamed of

That is you and your neden, bitch

BUGZ ON MY NUGZ

Well, I don't understand the phenomenom

We fxcking these hoes that look like spallala

Rich boys think that is shxty

But I like fxcking crackheads with one tit

And I do it at the drop of a dime

And I get the scabies almost every time

So let's talk about my nutsac

I don't front, Jack, I got bugs on my ballzac

Well I'm Violent J and I ain't no bitch

I'm always quick to tell you when my nuts itch

Cuz bitch if I'm itching when I come home

Drop a brick in a sock swing it on your dome

You didn't think nothing of it, just let me stick it

Probably should of known cuz I thought I heard crickets

In your neden, but I ain't sayin nuttin though

I ain't sayin nuttin till I'm done nuttin,ho

And know I'm like bitch how can this be

Tryin to sleep and my nuts get up and watch TV

Then try to walk to the store and get a 40

How'd these bugs get on me

Somebody asked me how I got scabies

Probably that homeless fat redneck bad lady

That I fxcked in the shed

Then the little critters on my dingaling said

Your nuts we want your nuts

We'll itch and scratch and bite your nuts

Your nuts we want your nuts

Please, oh please, fxck dirty butts(sluts)

I met this bitch and went up in it

Dropped her off, went to the clinic

Bitch, I got bizugs on my siznac

So tell me what's up with that

Should of said something bout your bug problem

Now I'm gonna have to sock you in your mouth, bitch

Can't keep my motherfxcking hands out my drawers

Stick a roach motel up under your balls

Nah, I'd rather stick em in a deep fry

And sizzle those motherfxckers off my wang

So you wanna fxck around, always gotta buck around

Lift up your dingaling nothing but a bug ya found

Now they call you funky nuts cuz you like funky butts

Scratching and biting them, now they call you monkey nuts

But I ain't sayin nothing, cuz you ain't playin nothin

Bring the track back and I get back to the nutsac track

So now I try to rap cuz the bugs is biting

But I ain't going out like a bitch, yo, fxck that

Stick em in a blender and hit the switch

Then I hit the bitch

Met this bum in the back of a dumpster

fxcked her in the rumpster, juggaluga humpster

Had to take a shxt, so I pulled out my wang

Then I heard my dingaling sang

Your nuts we want your nuts

We'll itch and scratch and bite your nuts

Your nuts we want your nuts

Please, oh please, fxck dirty butts(sluts)

HOUSE OF MIRRORS

Ladies and gentlemen, the house of mirrors

For just one bet, venture through this wonderful exhibit

See yourself in all the weird shapes and sizes

You, young man, would you like to go into the house of mirrors

Well, okay

Have a good time, son

And good luck finding your way out

Wait a minute, I don't like it in here

Hey, wait a minute, let me out of here

Let...there's dead bodies in here

There's dead bodies in here

I don't like it in here!!!

Step inside, come my way

This here is your fatal day

You have lied, they have cried

Now your life has been denied

Look into the big mirror

Your reflection is so clear

Devil's head, rotting flesh

With the snakes inside your chest

In the mirror you can't hide

You've been granted Jacob's lide

Whipping fear, spinning pain

All you crying is in vain

You're the beast you never knew

This reflects the things you do

Others starving down the block

Richie's heart is like a rock

How can I make a law?

I'm just here to break your jaw

House of Glass, down and up

You might get your ass cut

Mirror of Life, Mirror of Pain

Death, I wave my magic cain

Your last words are those of fear

But they go unheard in the House of Mirrors

Mirror Mirror on the wall

Who's the wickedest of all

Three blind mice, deepest fear

Welcome to the House of Mirrors

Magic wand, magic mirror

Timeless clock says death is near

Death is here, death is on

My king bishop takes your pawn

You can't break House of Mirrors

That's bad luck for seven years

Only in my wicked realm

Of thee untold, now unfold

Thinking back, what you do

Buy a richie home or two

Even though some down and out

You keep what you could live without

You're the beast you never knew

This reflects the things you do

Others starving down the block

Richie's heart is like a rock

First I grab, then I stab

Cut you up into a slab

Grind and twist, flick my wrist

Toss you in the magic mist

Look into Halls of Glass

Every mirror shows the past

With no love you kick the sin of face

Now your place is in the House of Mirrors

Mirror Mirror on the wall

Who's the wickedest of all

Three blind mice, deepest fear

Welcome to the House of Mirrors

Three blind mice, your worst fear

Look into the deadly mirror

Welcome to the House of Mirrors, Mr. Exec

You should explain to E why ICP should let you live

As you look on I see this image in your reflection

A bigot under cover, showing no affections

To the ghettos and the hoods

Just look at you, you think for us, you're too good

Claiming all you got and you can die tomorrow

And when that shxt happens, there's no pinion, no sorrow

Cuz you refuse to lift a hand

And you know it's a blessing to help a brother man stand

And if I were you I'd fear myself

Knowing I was selfish and wouldn't let another near my wealth

You just gotta let em fall

You Violent J, "what up", bash that head against the wall

And don't let him run for the door (where you goin, bitch?)

Make him detour to the sore

And let's wash away his bigot sins

While we welcome in some more of his bigot ass friends

And let them see what they really like

Hand-high riding the Benz and I'm a clown-riding the bike

So look closely in the mirror

You're the beast you never knew, so be the next to volunteer

To live in the hood with the ICP

Yo, J, throw away the key to the House of Mirrors

Mirror Mirror on the wall

Who's the wickedest of all

Three blind mice, deepest fear

Welcome to the House of Mirrors

Three blind mice, your worst fear

Look into the deadly mirror

RINGMASTER'S WORD

I have a purpose...

Take your dill knife, stab me, go, strike my heart...

I have a purpose...

Such things can't exist...

I have a purpose...

You will tell them of me and how one day I shall come for them...

I have a purpose...

Quietly, I will come over your bed,

I will lean over and gently bite your neck...

Ringmaster...

I have a purpose...

You will tell them of me and how one day I shall come for them