Carnival of Carnage (26x) Yo, and now for your enjoyment Please welcome The
  IC-motherfucking-P... Notes: Backwords talking and laughter in background THE
  JUGGLA Well, you know the juggla jumped in the mixer Been down the road and I
 broke a few necks And I'll break a few more, so what's up Road by me on the corner,
 I'm a hold my nuts up Its finna fuck you wit' dat But if you a sewer skank let me hit dat
 Cuz I'm Violent J, ain't even one to fake it I wanna see some folded up skank bitches
  naked I pass out when it gets dark And woke up naked at the Clark Park Gotta go,
 gotta get before I get the wrap Gotta chopped off head chilling in my lap Mr. Shrink,
   Mr. Shrink, I'm sick Lunatick-tick-tock, it don't quit It don't quit, it don't quit Mr.
 Shrink, I'm sick, a lunaticky-tick The doctor told me I'm a psycho So I ate his face like
I don't know Knife to the neck and got some more The night of the axe, the night of the
 forty fuck Bitch, I'm a man you can talk ta But after you leave I'm a stalk ya If you're a
little kid I'm a take ya And if you're neck I'm a break ya If you're an old lady I'm a mug
 ya Cuz bitch, you can't fuck with the juggla Yes, ladies and gentlemen, he is...the juggla
 He'll cut your windpipe, eat your face And slit your motherfucking heart out You can
     see this freak show at the world famous Carnival of Carnage Keep juggling,
  motherfucker! Cuz ya know the juggla will throw ya up fast And if I drop you that's
   your ass I shake and twist, try to keep calm I might go to hell cuz I'm down with
 Esham Gotta rhyme for your Uncle Willy Then I hit him in the head with a Billy Willy,
   Willy, watch your mouth And fuck the south Running with a gang of twenty street
 hoods, yo What's up bitch, ah, what's up ho? Sometimes you act like you ain't down
 With a psychotic wicked clown Fucking my friends ain't healthy Cuz I grab you by the
 face and fuck you up And it's like that bitch that's the way it is I'm allowed to fuck, ho,
 I'm in show biz Sets in the hood want me for dead So I paint my tag on they forehead
 Stick your little 'kay by my taggin' You can fit twenty clowns in a Volkswagon And we
  coming straight to your brick house I'm a huff, and puff, and blow your fuckin' neck
  loose And then I might mug ya Cuz they're will be no fucking with the juggla Juggling
   eyeballs, juggling heads What you've heard about, what you've read The juggling
wicked clowns will come to your Birthday party, wedding, and barmitzva And cut your
back off for a small fee The juggla ain't taking no shorts from nobody Tweedle-dee and
  tweedle-doh Let the fucking bass go And the juggla make it last Down with 2 Dope
 and try n' get trashed My fellow fucking fellas Southwest gangster killas Violent J, the
 psychopathic Some might say I'm schitsofrantic Others think I'm quite the psychic But
  somehow the bitches like it What's up bitch, let me get the shot Right here and now,
 butt-naked on the spot Why am I like this, like that Why are you like that, like this The
  ghetto took my brain and motherfuck I want it back I'm that nerd in the back of the
 class That went psycho and killed your ass I slash and cut and hack With a "Kick Me"
 sign on my back In my corner is scyne therapy They take care of me, but don't stare at
 me Cuz like I said I'll mug ya Now run on home and don't fuck with the juggla Finally
 happened, the wicked clown have come to your town And he's got your daughter by
  the hand Showing her a new land The southwest ghetto zone, where all the jugglas
 roam Come one, come all and have the juggla cut your face off Skip to the lou Juggla
     juggla fuck with the juggla You can't fuck with the juggla Tweedle-dee and
                   tweedle-doh Let the fucking bass go