CARNIVAL OF CARNAGE

Welcome to the show, the traveling ghetto. No longer will the ghetto just be the slum that you keep your kids away from, the slum that you drive through pointing and gawking at. No longer will the ghetto just be that slum that you hear about on the news and think "thank god that shit don't happen around here." If someone from this hell hole wanders into your "punk ass" neighborhood he is quickly noticed and harassed by some fuckin pig or somethin', and shunned back into the home you've given him. As you watch the kids play in the park on your street you never even think about the kids in the ghetto, you might say to yourself "do they have parks?" "Do they even have kids in the ghetto?" "fuck it, that ain't my concern."
If you don't care who does? Not them old "jack offs" in the white house. Shit, last year we lost more lives in Detroit due to urban violence than we did during Operation Desert Storm! So for ten monthes we sat in the desert jackin off, spending billions on bombs and shit, while right here at home mutha fuckas were dying were dying every night! So if some sap stubs his toe in Cuba we'll send over a few thousand tanks to make sure his punk ass is OK. Right here though, we are dying and killing each other off in our own country, because of what I call... Ghetto Insanity. When a boy grows up with crack smoke being blown in his face, tripping over dead bodies on his way to school and getting his ass beat by an over worked, drunk father, chances are he won't turn out to be a doctor or lawyer. Instead he will become one with his environment, which is only natural. If one is raised by a pack of wild wolves, he will act like a wild wolf. If one is raised by a pack of wild crackheads, he will then become a wild crackhead. The only solution is to end this environment. We must eliminate all poverty stricken neighborhoods, this way there will be no more products of the ghetto.
Instead of the U.S. spending billions on wars and wasting trillions on shit like rockets, Stealth Bombers that don't even fly and fuckin' Star Wars shit that don't even fuckin' work, they should be spending that loot on our own needs right here in America! Instead of sending troops the fuckin' Guatemala, or some shit, bring them to our own neighborhoods in need. Tear down all these abandoned buildings and build new schools, instead of these old ass shit holes they expect us to learn in. Build clinics and shelters, fix the roads, build shopping malls in the inner cities to create jobs, give us something to live for. This would cure "Ghetto Insanity" and free our minds! The government won't help though, because it's mostly poor minorities that can't afford to pay their taxes, so they let us rot, and rot. If the rich tax payers were killing each other, the government would put an end to that shit real quick, but it's not it's just us, so we rot and rot.
Years of breathing the souls of rotted minds, I have developed a bad case of "Ghetto Insanity." I walk their streets and I'm stared at as a freak show, less human, an ogre walking the streets paved with gold. Twisted somewhere in this fried brain of mine, I have a plan. Is those of the ghetto are nothing more than carnival exhibits to the upper class, than let's give them the show they deserve to see. NO more hearing of this show because you can witness it in your own front yard! A traveling mass of carnage, the same carnage we witness daily in the ghetto, can be yours to witness, feel and suffer. No longer killing one another, but killing the ones who have ignored our cries for help. FREE PASSES FOR THE GOVERNOR'S FAMILY! Like a hurricane leaving a trail of destruction, the ghetto on wheels bitch! My views may be ugly, but so are the bloods stains on the streets I roam. If there is no change soon tickets will be issued to..... The Carnival of Carnage.
- Violent J
SONGS
CARNIVAL OF
CARNAGE
THE JUGGLA
FIRST DAY OUT
RED NECK HOE
WIZARD OF THE
HOOD
IS THAT YOU?
W/ kID ROCK
PSYCHOPATHIC
GUTS ON THE
CEILING
NEVER HAD IT
MADE
YOUR REBEL
FLAG
GHETTO FREAK
SHOW
TASTE
RINGMASTER

THE DAY HAS COME, THE TIME OF RECKONING. WHO WILL PERISH IN DREADED HELL AND WHOSE SOUL WILL BE CONTENT WITHIN THE PLEASURES OF HEAVEN? LOOKING PAST THE WORDS SPOKEN WITH A WICKED TONGUE AND LOOKING PAST THE EVIL DEEDS DONE WITHIN ONE'S LIFE, BUT INSTEAD LOOKING INTO THE CONSCIOUS OF MAN.
WHAT IS THE REAL EVIL THAT SEEMS TO PLAGUE MANKIND? WHO ARE THE REAL DEMONS THAT WALK THIS EARTH? IS IT THOSE WHOSE MINDS HAVE BECOME DEVIOUS BECAUSE OF A LIFETIME SPENT INSIDE OF A CAGED HELL, OR IS IT THOSE WHO INVENTED THIS CAGED HELL YEARS AGO AND HAVE DONE NOTHING TO HELP DESTROY IT YET? WHO'S GUILTY, FRANKENSTEIN OR THE DOCTOR WHO CREATED HIM? THE SWORD, OR THE MAN WHO HAS SLAIN WITH IT? WHICH IS THE REAL EVIL, THE MAN WHO KILLS ANOTHER FOR FOOD OR THE MAN WHO DOES NOT SHARE HIS FOOD TO AVOID THE KILLING? WHILE YOU SIT IN JUDGEMENT IN JUDGEMENT OF A CRIMINAL, YOU MAY VERY WELL BE THE ONE WHO'S GUILTY. GUILTY OF GREED, DECEPTION, AND HATE.
THOSE WHO ARE REJECTED AT THE GATES OF HEAVEN, SHALL BE DRAGGED OFF INTO THE PITS OF HELL. VICIOUSLY TORN FROM THIS LIFE BY THE NON-LIVING, THE PHANTOMS OF THE DEAD. THESE BEASTS TAKE FORM OF A DEMENTED CARNIVAL, THAT OF A WICKED, DARK, CIRCUS, LED BY ONE. ONE WHO WAS CREATED BY YOUR OWN EVIL WAYS. ONE WHO WILL JUDGE YOUR VERY FATE. THE ONE KNOWN ONLY AS............. THE RINGMASTER.
SONGS
1. Wax Museum
2. Murder Go Round
3. Chicken Huntin'
4. Mr. Johnson's
Head
5. Southwest Song
6. Get
Off Me, Dog!
7. Who Asked You
8. The Dead One
9. My Fun House
10. for the
maggots
11. Wagon Wagon
12. The Loons
13. Love Song
14. Bugz On My
Nutz
15. House of
Mirrors
16. Ringmaster's
Word
Riddle Box

TIME FLOWS LIKE A DARK HORDE, CONSUMING ALL IN ITS PATH. MAN LIVES IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE. JUST AS DAY BECOMES NIGHT, ALL LIFE FADES INTO DEATH. IN DEATH EACH PERSON WILL BE JUDGED FOR HIS DEEDS PERFORMED WHILE ALIVE. THERE ARE THE FEW WHO WALK A LIFE OF PURPOSE, AND THERE ARE THOSE WHO TROD THE PATH OF GREED. THEIR SOULS ARE HOST TO DEMONS. TIME SLOWS NEAR EACH PERSON'S END. THOSE WHOSE DEEDS WERE EVIL GRASP ONTO LIFE AS LONG AS THEY CAN BECAUSE THOUGH THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT AWAITS THEM IN THE AFTERLIFE, THEY FEEL FOR THEM IT IS A HORROR BEYOND WORDS. TIME STOPS IN THIS WORLD, AS THE HEART BECOMES STILL AND THE SOUL LEAVES THE BODY.
IN THE AFTERLIFE TIME IS ETERNAL, AND EVEN IN DEATH IT IS BUT A NEW BEGINNING. FOR YOU SEE, WHEN YOU STEP INTO DEATH YOUR SOUL STEPS UPON THE FLOOR OF A DARK CHAMBER AND YOU LOOK TO SEE IT EMPTY, EXCEPT FOR A STRANGE LOOKING BOX ON AN OLD WOODEN TABLE. ON THE FRONT OF THE BOX YOU WILL SEE A PAINTED QUESTION MARK FADED WITH TIME AND A TWISTED CRANK HANDLE ON ITS SIDE. TURNING THE HANDLE, A SHARP HARMONIC TUNE WILL FILL THE AIR. FOR THE EVIL ONES THIS SOUND WILL BE A DEAFENING NOISE REVERBERATING OFF THE WALLS AND BUILDING INTO A CLIMATIC TERROR. BUT THE SURPRISE IS WHEN THE MUSIC STOPS AS YOU KEEP SLOWLY TURNING THE HANDLE. . . AND THEN THE TOP OF THE BOX POPS.
FOR THE FEW, THEY WILL SEE A VISION OF GOD WITH A WISH OF GOLDEN LIGHT WARMING THEIR SOULS AS THEY STEP FORTH INTO ETERNAL PEACE. FOR MOT THEY WILL SEE A FOG SEEPING FROM THE BOX, STRIPPING THEIR SANITY, AS THEY WITNESS AN IMAGE OF HELL, SPAWNED AND FORMED FROM THEIR OWN EVIL; A HIDEOUS REFLECTION OF THEIR DEMENTED SOULS. THE FLOOR OF THE ROOM BEGINS FALLING AWAY AS THEY PLUMMET INTO A BOTTOMLESS PIT FULL OF SHADOWY CREATURES. FOREVER TO BE LOST IN A SINISTER VOID. WHAT WILL BE IN STORE FOR YOU IS THE MYSTERY, BUT IF YOU TAKE A LOOK WITHIN YOURSELF YOU WILL FIND THE ANSWER. FOR KNOW, YOU STILL HAVE TIME TO CHANGE THE OUTCOME OF. . . THE MIGHTY RIDDLE BOX.
SONGS
Riddle
Box
The
Show Must Go On
Chicken
Huntin' (Slaughter house mix)
Toy Box
Cemetery
Girl
3 Rings
Headless
Boogie
The
Joker's Wild
Dead
Body Man
Lil' Somthin' Somthin'
Ol'
Evil Eye
12
The
Killing Fields
I'm
Coming Home
the Great Milenko

From deep within the Netherlands of shadow walkers comes yet another exhibit of the Dark Carnival. He is the master of the art of using magic without magic. He is a Necromaster... the craft of using magic through the dead. Dead meaning both physically and mentally. This spectacle shall be witnessed only by those who are meant to see it. Look deep inside of your soul and ask yourself... Do you hold the ticket to witness the show? The answer lies within yourself. He is the fourth to rise. He feeds upon one's own greed. He is powered by one's own jealously, lust and temptations. To envision yourself with something that rightfully does not belong to you... that is the illusion cast by him.
To act upon this vision and seek it out at the expense of another... that is the magic cast by him. Continuous dreamers of profit at the cost of another are pledged and haunted by this wizardry. Others are content and satisfied with what they can achieve by themselves and have not the urge to tamper with another's well being for quick gain. They see him only as a hoax and see no illusions or magic by he. It is simple... He is you. His illusions are your evil thoughts. Your evil acts are his magic - yesterday, now and forever. You and he are the fourth to rise... You and he are the master of Necromesy... You the dead and him the magic. Together, you and he are the Great Milenko.
SONGS
Intro
Great Milenko
Hokus Pokus
Piggy Pie
How Many Times?
Southwest Voodoo
Halls of
Illusions
Under The Moon
What Is A
Juggalo?
House of Horrors
Boogie Woogie Wu
The Neden Game
Hellalujah
Down With The
Clown
Just Like That
Pass Me By
The Amazing Jeckel Brothers

His
evil influence flows from the city streets like red molten ooze, filling every
alley and gutter. There are those who are burned by it, like the charred
remains of a napalm strike. He moves in silence, yet with his heat comes
ear-shattering screams as the masses are scorched in his choking smoke of
corruption. His fire consumes like a lethal injection flowing through the
veins of a dying convict. Hosts of small red ants crawl in the wake of his
presence, biting and stinging flesh. His holocaust fills the woods of hope
and prosperity like a wave of hungry piranhas on a newborn lamb. He goes
by many names, but for now let it be spoken like the force of a fireball
bursting into a crowd. He's Jack, pure and simple... Jack Jeckel
His glow of compassion kindles the heart, like a campfire on a cold winter’s eve. His embers burn eternally, spreading the flame of mercy like a warm blanket over the shoulders of a vagabond. His kindness is fueled by sympathy for human suffering, but his inferno of righteous cause, incinerates creatures of sin to ash. The torch of his salvation guides wanderers in the dark abyss to freedom. Its flaring sparks float on the winds of change, like soaring birds recently freed from a dreary cage. Laughter explodes forth from the essence of his being, radiating the land with childish joy. He has many names, but for now let it be spoken like melodic music drifting through the air. He's Jake, true indeed... Jake Jeckel.
Emerging from the Dark Carnival like phantom smoke drifting into the minds of men, they are the Amazing Jeckel Brothers. A chaotic duo of juggling masters, Jack "the sinister" and Jake "the just" juggle the sins of mortal men. The price of admission to their shows is a mere human soul. When death creeps 'round and life decays, the departed spirit will begin its journey. A vision of a candle will begin to from like a distant dream with billowing smoke rising from its eternal flame. In this thick haze the deceased will begin to see an image of Jake and Jack Jeckel juggling red balls between themselves. Each ball soaked in fresh blood and pulsating like an erratic living heart. For every sin committed in a mortal's life another ball is added to their unearthly performance and the harder it becomes. The deceased will witness sinister Jack throwing Jack curves in a vile attempt to see a ball drop. For if they should fumble in their act, a pit of infinite evil shall open beneath the feet of the viewer and cast the soul into an eternity of pain and suffering. Success on the other hand, opens the gates of Shangri-la and grants one ascension into pure enlightenment and peace. Jack and Jake Jeckel rest in all of us for they are the very fabric of our being, conscience and soul. There is no escape from their juggling act because there is no way to escape from ourselves. Only in death will we realize this as we "twist and spin to the other side".
SONGS
1.
Intro
2.
Jake Jeckel
3.
Bring It On
4.
I Want My Shit
5.
Bitches
6.
Terrible
7.
I Stab People
8.
Another Love Song
9.
Everybody Rize
10.
Play With Me
11.
Jack Jeckel
12.
Fuck The World
13.
The Shaggy Show
14.
Mad Professor
15.
Assassins
16.
Echo Side
17.
Nothing's Left
STILL TO COME.....
The Red Magician
1. Intro
2. The Magic
Show
3. Enter The
Freak
4. Karnie
Killa
5. Another
Neden Game
6. Midway
Murderer
7. Haunted
Haugh
8. Hall of
Shame
9. Millenium
10. Unleash
The Butterfly
11. The
Mighty Heckler
12. Jeckel
Brothers Finale
13.
Magicians Final Trick
14. Fate of
the Riddlebox
15.
Ringmaster's Last Word
16. The
Carnivals Closing
17. The
Coming of Shangri-La