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  1. Beverly Kills
  2. 17 Dead
  3. The Stalker
  4. In The Haugh!!
  5. Chop Chop (w. Esham)
  6. Joke Ya Mind


  1. Beverly Kills
    Jugglers, come out to play...

    Guess who's coming to your big town
    Jugglin' jesters, kick-it clowns
    Circus sound, painted frown
    Carnival of carnage creeping round

    I'm Violent J and I'm sick
    They try to run me down but ya know I'm too slick
    And I slip and slide like a slinkie
    Slip and slide with my twinkie

    Welcome to my world as it winds and it twists
    I'm a kick a funky little rhyme that you missed
    Boloo-chewy-wuwwy-do-boo
    And you'd be fucked up if that was really voodoo

    Come see the one at the show of your life
    See me breathe fire and swallow a knife, right
    I ain't swallowing nothing, Jack
    But I can juggalo like you never thought you'd ever know

    And we packin' that funk
    With a snap and a clap and a jump jump
    So chicky chicky freak if ya wanna be down
    Step on up, ah...and kiss the clown

    Kiss the clown

    Stop the bus
    Violent J comes out
    Barrels to your face
    And blow your fucking face off

    Cuz ya know my mind is golden oh
    Happen to catch me a Beverly show
    Body fell asleep but my mind goes on
    Welcome to the world of juggla's dome

    First day I enrolled at the high school
    Butt-naked with an axe, "wow, he's so cool"
    "Stand up and say your name, tell us about yourself"
    My name's 2 Dope and I cut necks all to hell

    Dylan, Dylan, I'm trying to find Dylan
    I'm finna cut his throat with a carny carny killin'
    Rich boy never seen a ghetto jokero
    Slap you in the head with a sledgehammo

    Sorry Dylan didn't mean to knock ya
    Then I stuffed his dead body in my locker
    To the next class don't wanna be late
    Finna ask Brenda on a little date

    I heard this bitch likes to fight in clubs
    Took her to a Might Max threw a pair of gloves
    Wants to get her ass beat by a fat dyke
    And left the money-ass bitch there for the night

    Woke her in the morning, threw her in the trunk
    Threw her in the tub, cuz the dumb bitch stunk
    How you doing Brenda, mind if I bend ya
    Over rover, do me like Dundy
    I'm sure ya'd like that, ya little skank
    And when I finished, I stuffed the fucking head in the fish tank

    Back to the school, fat bitch in the locker
    Couldn't fit her booty in, so I cut her booty out
    Sometimes I feel like I'm already in hell
    Throwing up children on Del Ray smell
    Fuck those fucking fucks, uh
    Rich fucks, man, fuck those fucks

    Beverly Hills is Beverly Kills
    I'm gonna bring ghetto carnival thrills
    Where's that other little rich little fag
    Looking for Brandon cuz we can't stand him
    I know my boys make the bass go boom
    But shhh, you can hear jacking off in the boys room

    "Aww, aww, Dylan. I want your anus. Aww, you're so hot."

    Kicked in the stall then I kicked in his jaw
    Kicked him in face and kicked in his balls
    Punk tried to run but he couldn't try to wobble
    Bust him in the head with an empty Faygo bottle

    Took him to the staircase, jumped on his face
    Road him down the bumpy chase
    Can I hear him breathe one last note
    Stuffed his back down his throat

    Back to the locker, boy oh boy oh
    Back to the locker, stop that fucker!
    Back to the locker, boy oh boy oh
    Back to the locker, fucking stop that fucker!

    Walking down the hall and I'm feeling like the shit
    Cuz all that's left is one skank ass bitch
    Kelly, Kelly, your neden's kinda smelly
    Funk down your legs and up to your belly
    But I'm with Del Ray, so fuck, don't fade me
    Let me him man, you're finna kick the can

    "Come on, bitch, man. You're getting ready to die anyway.
    Bitch, calm down. Let me get a little putang, ya know what I'm
    saying. Let me get a little trimp, bitch. You finna die."

    Okay, cuz I'm not a raper
    But ya still make morning paper
    Kelly found dead in her bathroom
    Nah, Kelly found dead in her dad's room

    No, Kelly found dead in her backyard
    Cuz Kelly choked on a Joker's Card
    Smashed up bodies chilling in my locker
    Kelly wouldn't fit, chop-chop-chop-chop her

    Oh no, principal know what I'm about
    Cuz one of Dylan's sideburns was sticking
    Oh shit, they chase me cuz they found the bodies
    Now I run my ass off, he-ho he-ho

    Yelling, getting mad, you can hear them cuss
    Didn't look both ways and got hit by bus
    Crunched up under, tangled in the wheels
    Spit me out the muffler, ya know how that feels

    Lost both my legs so I'm running on my hands
    Then I seen Prince so I clap cuz I'm a big fan
    And straight busted my face on the street
    And here come the police...ya know
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  2. 17 Dead
    I got shot with a buck shot, shot me down
    But you know you can't paint a frown on a clown
    Sewer gutter blood runs through my system
    Death stopped by but I must have just missed him

    Am I in a southwest street gang?
    Do I bang, do I slang, do I let my motherfuckin' nuts hang?
    But do you care
    I got stabbed in the eye and you wadn't no where

    And what about the time I got fucked
    When I got shot in the throat...fuckin' sucked
    But you news wouldn't know me
    You could give a fuck less never the less unless

    Something happened in your suburbs
    I'm a cut your daddy's neck, you little fuckin' nerd
    I don't give a fuck where you're from boy
    So don't tell me cuz I don't give a fuck
    It's all about what's going on in your head
    Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead

    Seventeen dead, it don't bother you
    Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead
    Seventeen dead, it don't bother you
    You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead
    The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection

    I woke up next to a dead body
    Roll it out the way and jump out of bed
    Strap on my kicks and step out my room
    Cuz somehow there's another stiff in the bathroom

    Dead fucks all over the grass
    I'm a kick somebody in they dead ass
    Quick to make a left on Jefferson
    And I noticed there's another stiff riding shotgun

    Am I just seeing things? No.
    Is your mother a soggy ho?
    I like to drink Faygo, out from the scotties
    But then one out of one of my homeboys turned into dead bodies

    But I'm straight with that
    Just don't be leaving your guts in my car n' shit
    Wait a minute, wait, get your head on straight
    I drop seventeen tears from eyes every fucking day

    I gotta wonder if they do
    Should I burn the rebel flag or the red white and blue too
    I can't do much, but they can
    But those motherfuckers gotta death wish, man
    I'm gonna swim in they blood shed
    Justi-justify the seventeen dead

    Seventeen dead, it don't bother you
    Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead
    Seventeen dead, it don't bother you
    You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead
    The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection

    Yeah, dead bodies man
    They ain't so bad
    I mean they're all over in the
    Streets n shit ya know
    But they don't be fuckin' with you
    They just lay there dead as shit
    I mean they tasted kinda straight
    With a little mustard, man
    Yeah, much worse

    Seventeen dead bodies hanging from a telephone wire
    All seventeen on fire
    Lightening up the sky with the smell of death
    Rich bigot fucker, take a deep breath

    Look at you makes me go baddy
    Motherfucker don't be nothing like your daddy
    Cuz he's nothing but a redneck hoe
    Him and his kind created this ghetto

    They can deal with they own creation
    Move out farther, suburb vacation
    But it don't work like that
    Knock at your door and it's me running slug bat

    I'm a stick it to your fuckin' nugget
    About seventeen times and you're gonna love it motherfucker
    Drive down my street
    And stare at the folks who can't make end's meat

    You don't know now but that's the plan
    Most people in Hell were rich when they died, man
    Take that to your golden bed
    Cuz I'm a cut your ass up for the seventeen dead

    Seventeen dead, it don't bother you
    Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead
    Seventeen dead, it don't bother you
    You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead
    The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection

    Well, ya know Violent J's kinda wicked
    If there's a booger in my nose I'm a pick it
    And flick it in your eye like you ain't jack
    And stomp my boots on your nutsac

    Well, I'm Shaggy and I'm in the house
    You don't think so, I'll put a brick in your mouth
    Can't nobody flex on a nutty clown
    I got boys down river straight hick town

    Well, ya know I'm coming straight from the trailor park
    That's me out front working on the Skylark
    I'm waiting on a check, I don't cut the grass
    And my woman's got babies falling all out her ass

    I'll be running with the carnival until I'm eighty
    And tonight I'm going out with the fat lady
    I strip the bitch down to the nitty gritty
    But I ain't saying shit about a wooden titty
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  3. The Stalker
    Yeah, the stalker
    I'm gonna stalk this hoochie,

    So I'm grippin' this old piece of shit, right
    Here's this smoochie-poo at the stop light
    How's about date?
    2 tickets for the circus, pick ya up at 8
    Fuck no, you're a loser
    Yeah, but I'll stick my boot up your ass
    But I ain't naggin'
    To the next light in my pink volkswagon
    Oh, excuse me ho, I'm Violent J act like ya know
    Violent J the country singer?
    No, Violent J the southwest gangstaro
    And the bitch was gone (awww)
    And I followed her home (aaahhh!)
    Cause I got it goin on (hooo!)
    And I'm in the haugh (yup)
    Parked in a spot good enough to hawk her
    Things you do when you's a stalker

    "So what happened?"
    "Well I really don't like to talk about it but he ruined my life
    I mean he was everywhere, everywhere I went"

    The stalker
    I think that ditso likes me, yeah
    She tells you to fuck off with such class
    I think that ditso likes me
    Yeah go on and get that ass!

    Well the stalker, stalks his target
    Just happend to see her at the super market
    Oh, hi, hey, that peanut butter sucks
    You would like Jiffy but it ain't got no nuts
    Why don't ya try these
    She ran away scared and I'm starin at her butt cheeks
    Cause I know she love me
    She wanna tease and tease n rub and dub me

    "Hello?"
    "Hi, it's me"
    "Hello?"
    "You love me"
    "Hello?"
    "I love you"
    "Hello? Hello?"

    Biggitty-bi boo
    I'm back in the stone brick house
    Candle light dinner and some mexican chow,
    Yo I know she gonna show up
    Tick tock tick tock no luck
    Peep through her window jack off in the backyard
    Somebody pulled a jokers card
    And you know when jokers caught ya
    Things you do when you's a stalker

    "Are you ok?"
    "I don't know, because I know he'll be back he always comes back
    I'll never be able to lead a normal life again"
    "It's okay"

    The stalker
    I think that ditso likes me yeah
    She tells you to fuck off with such class
    Said I think that ditso likes me
    Yeah, go on and get that ass!

    I'm gonna stalk this hoochie (hoochie coochie hoochie)
    I'm gonna stalk this hoochie (smoochie coochie hoochie)

    I've been honkin for about 2 weeks
    And I ain't even got a fuckin kiss on the cheek
    She's with some fuck face
    I'm gonna put that college boy in a neck brace
    I've gotta just chill
    She loves me lots and that's for real
    That night I snuck in the back door
    With a bucket of chicken and bottle of Faygo
    Tip-toe tip-toe creepin cause I know my baby sleepin
    Snuck in the bedroom looked through aaahhh!!
    She stuck me in the eye with a broom
    .....Pulled it out
    Popped my eye back in and I can't find her
    Ran through the bedroom, ran through the living room
    Ran through the bathroom, gotta take a doo
    Now I stress, pullin out my hair
    I think I heard that bitch upstairs
    Up the steps, wicked clown, then I hear a clickin sound
    Honey is that you?
    How's bout a kissie smoochie poo
    Her daddy's gun to my nugget
    Never liked the bitch anyway, fuck it

    "What'd you do?"
    "I tried run but he was always right there just ahead of me. He would
    always catch me and hurt me"

    I think that ditso likes me yeah
    She tells you to fuck off with suck class
    I think that ditso likes me
    Yeah, go on and get that ass

    I also like to blow holes into the heads of rednecks
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  4. In The Haugh!!
    I'm Violent J
    I breathe toxic fumes and throw my lungs up
    All over your brand new patton leather penny loafers
    You fuck!

    I'm 2 Dope
    I got sick ass sewer sluts stuck in my throat
    And I live in a big pipe on Sugodulan
    So stop by and have a bowl of rust
    You fucking bitch-ass faggot!
    Faggot, you bitch-ass faggot

    I'm in a southwest Detroit Del Ray
    Inner City ghetto street gang
    I got people who want me dead
    But everytime they run up on me
    I get scared
    And my skull explodes
    All over those motherfuckers

    Sometimes I get hungry, man
    But there ain't nothing in the box
    But a brick sandwich
    So I start hurting that motherfucker
    And I chew on that bitch
    Till my jaw breaks
    Which don't fade me
    Cuz I'm a hoodlum
    And I don't exist to you fucks
    You fucks
    You green grass fucks

    Fuck me and I'll fuck you fucker
    We coming, motherfucker
    We coming to getcha
    Coming to getcha
    How you see me is what you get
    Carnival of carnage is coming
    How you see me is what you get
    I was snooking good in my bed
    Woke up to find my brain fell out my head
    Stuffed it back in with a screwdriver
    Ah, I'm that much liver
    I can walk on my hands on a tight rope
    But then I always fall and bust my ass
    But it don't matter, really don't matter
    Don't matter, don't matter, cuz I'm in the haugh!!!

    In the haugh, in the haugh
    Violent Violent J's in the motherfucking haugh
    I'm in the haugh, you's in the haugh
    We in the motherfucking WHAT?!!! haugh

    Wicked wicked town
    Southwest down
    Wicked jokers kill
    Southwest thrill

    Get off me dog or shit face
    I mean I ain't got shit on my face but ya know
    People in the suburbs hate me (why?)
    Southwest carnival crazy (aah)
    My mind ain't nothing but a lemon
    I mean it's fucking yelling shit
    I don't know man, fuck off!
    You can't fade me vato cuz I'm in the haugh!

    In the haugh, in the haugh
    2 Dope Shaggy's in the motherfucking haugh
    I'm in the haugh, you's in the haugh
    We'z in the motherfucking WHAT?!!! haugh

    Wicked wicked town
    Southwest down
    Wicked jokers kill
    Southwest thrill

    I'm Greez-E and I can moonwalk
    But I don't cuz that shit's so fucking played out
    Instead I just grab this wang
    And tell you that I'm in the haugh, bitch!
    Parachute pants and moon boots
    Chilling on the corner butt-naked hurting freak loops
    Fuck a hillbilly goat
    Sitting in the tub I'll let my nuts float
    Cause I'm in the haugh

    In the haugh, in the haugh
    Greez-E's in the motherfucking haugh
    I'm in the haugh, you's in the haugh
    We'z in the motherfucking WHAT?!!! haugh

    Wicked joker town
    Southwest down
    Wicked jokers kill
    Southwest thrill
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  5. Chop Chop (w. Esham)
    "Yeah, yeah, then you know what you can do
    You can be a couple of pleasers
    And take some tweezers
    And bust every hair off my nutsac
    Paste em to your back
    Then jump on the E track
    And suck my dick exactly where's it at, ho"

    Juggalos...

    Hey, hey, it's the wicked jokers
    And we coming to the valley and to smoke ya (choke ya)
    Kick the clown in the forehead
    And I'm jugglin jugglin your head (Jed)

    You big fat redneck money-ass hick
    I'm a city slicker
    And I'm coming to getcha, hit ya
    And the carnivals gonna get with ya

    Oh, I might as well mention
    That I come from another dimension
    You never seen nothing like this, boy
    Magic acts of pain and joy

    Keystone come and try to get me
    But I pack a French curler with me
    Ha, and the officer let me off quick
    Here's a dunkin double dip, you fat piece of shit

    Heh, picture that (that)
    Packin' a magic wand and a top hat
    Cuz some gotta stop
    Or the wicked clowns are gonna CHOP CHOP!!!

    Blank free screen and chop chop chop
    Chop chop

    Detroit's air is toxic
    My eyeball's popped out they sockets
    And fried in the street like a steakum
    ....Shake em, bake em

    Break em off something from the smoke stack
    I been breathing all my life so I'm dying anyway
    I'm nothing but a radiation freak show
    My arm fell off and bounced on the floor

    Carnival left out the alley (alley, alley)
    And we stopping in Sunny Valley
    Jumping up and down on richie's head
    And I'm gonna jump until he's finally dead

    Jump jump jump jump...

    They got no love yet they got control
    They'll never touch my funky soul
    Street top bull it sent chop
    Now we can run or we can walk

    Either way some gotta stop
    Or the wicked clowns are gonna chop chop

    Blank free screen and chop chop chop
    Chop chop

    Wicked clown, wicked clown what's up come's down
    Before my nuts go soft juggle them around
    Bitch wanna join the carnival circus
    Grab my dingaling and jerk and jerk this

    I gotta catch these carnival thrills
    Rude Boy empty heads I drill
    Chills, thrills, bigots, train wheels
    An axe to the forehead usually kills

    If this ain't hell, I can't tell
    Hang my body on a cross with some rusty nails
    If I juggle ya call me a juggla
    I'm a nap burgler voodoo smuggler

    See I got the symptoms of insanity
    I'm down with J from the ICP
    I'm down with him and he's down with me
    So if we gotta chop C-H-O-P

    Running down the block, someone hit me with a rock
    And my brains all over the street
    But I'm a wicked clown and I'm up and down
    And all over this Esham beat

    So if I gotta chop then I guess I gotta chop
    If I chop then I gotta chop chop
    You can never stop sucker, you can never drop wicked
    Clowns cuz we love to CHOP CHOP!!!

    Blank free screen and chop chop chop
    Chop chop

    I'm gonna ride this wicked footy
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  6. Joke Ya Mind
    Joke ya mind...
    Joker jumping joker sing
    Joke ya mind...
    Wicked clown is in the house

    Wake up in my golden bed
    Wicked thoughts inside my head
    Step outside and glide away
    Nothing's wicked here today

    I can breathe the magic mist
    And excell your every wish
    Juggla jump from cloud to cloud
    Ring them bells, ring them loud
    I can jump across the land
    Wind up in the emerald sand
    Swing the jewels of endless time
    Take it all cuz it's mine

    Pour a bowl of chocolate soup
    Serve it with the fruit loop
    This is my world I am king
    Joker sing, joker sing

    Joke ya mind...
    Joker jumping joker sing
    Joke ya mind...
    Wicked clown is in the house

    I can fall in love like that
    In my world she loves me back
    If I chose, I chose alone
    Freak is gone, boys is on
    Cuz the homies watch your back
    Life is over like that
    Once it's done, it's done, it's dead
    Ticky-tocky-ticky-dead

    If you feel the need to go
    Go, go, won't ya go
    They call you a freak show
    Welcome to the carnival

    Yes, ladies and gentlemen
    The wicked clowns will arrive in your town soon
    And believe me, it won't be pretty
    Justice must be served
    To the uncaring selfish wealthy ones
    Be prepared and get ready
    To catch 400 years of hell
    And, oh, one last note to
    Wicked clown is in the house

    Joke ya mind...
    Welcome to the carnival

    I can breathe the magic mist
    And excell your every wish
    Juggla jump from cloud to cloud
    Ring them bells, ring them loud
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