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  1. Intro
  2. Riddle Box
  3. The show Must Go On
  4. Chicken Huntin'
  5. Toy Box
  6. Cemetary Girl
  7. 3 Rings
  8. Headless Boogie
  9. The Joker's Wild
  10. Dead Body Man
  11. Lil' Somethin' Somethin'
  12. Ol' Evil Eye
  13. 12
  14. The Killing Fields
  15. I'm Comming Home


  1. Intro
    "Eh, man, fuck 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 fuck 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?
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  2. Riddle Box
    Ladies and gentlemen
    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
    Hahahahahahahahahaha

    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
    Hahahahahahahahahaha

    Hey, what's up, motherfucker
    This is Shaggs 2 Dope
    Congratulating you on 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...
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  3. The show Must Go On
    Ohhhhhhhhhh!
    Hey yo, check it out man
    ICP's back in the haugh man
    Violent J, man
    2 Dope, man
    Wicked clown, man
    Fuck 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 stank 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 carny 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 carny carnies, dead juggalos
    Walk in and hang with the dead carnival

    Come see the show, big top show
    Walk in and hang with the dead carnival
    Dead carny carnies, dead juggalos
    Walk in and hang with the dead carnival
    TOP

  4. 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 fucking 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
    Blood guts fingers and toes
    Blood guts fingers and toes
    Sittin front row at the chicken show so...

    Who's going chicken huntin
    We's goin' chicken huntin'
    We's goin' chicken huntin'
    We's goin' chicken huntin'
    Cut a motherfucking 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 motherfucking redneck silly

    Peeked in his yard and what did I see
    I seen a chicken boy fucking a sheep
    I say "Mister Mister, what the fuck you trying to do"
    "Ah, Billy Billy Billy Boo"??????

    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
    Blood guts fingers and toes
    Blood guts fingers and toes
    Sittin front row at the chicken show so...

    Who's going chicken huntin
    We's goin' chicken huntin'
    We's goin' chicken huntin'
    We's goin' chicken huntin'
    Cut a motherfucking 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 fucker!

    Who's going chicken huntin
    We's goin' chicken huntin'
    We's goin' chicken huntin'
    We's goin' chicken huntin'
    Cut a motherfucking chicken up, right!
    TOP

  5. 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 pissed
    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 fuckin 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 are shifty, haha, in my toy box

    "Woooowee, that sure sounds like fun!"

    That's not a toy, hey, wait a minute
    Don't fuck around, homie, you can lose an eye with it
    That's my double blade razor whip chop jimmy
    And it's mine, motherfucker, 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 fuckin 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, motherfucker."
    "Oh, I love this record."
    TOP

  6. Cemetary Girl
    "Tonight, tonight, we gather the dead. (tonight, tonight)
    Tonight, tonight, off with your head."

    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 miss 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
    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
    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

    "Fuck yeah, motherfucker
    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
    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
    TOP

  7. 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 shit 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
    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, who?
    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 shit, I knew I had to fuck 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, motherfucker, 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
    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 fucking funny about it
    These fucking 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 fucked up
    We'll squeeze your windpipe shut

    Yo, I'm a nerd word, I drink from the bird
    Have Snake woman kick my love to the curb
    She busted into my tent, now I'm fucked
    Had the fat bearded lady in the buck, uh

    Fuck 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 Knots 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
    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 fucking heartless bastards
    You saw what you wanted
    So grab your fucking kids
    And that fat flop of shit wife of yours
    And get the fuck out of our circus tent
    You cold-hearted sons of bitches
    You think they look fucked up
    Just wait till I kick your
    Fucking 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 fuckin forehead
    Yeah, hey, hey little boy, come here
    How'd you like it if I tied your neck in a knot
    You fucking little bitch
    Come here, I'll shove that
    Fucking corn dog up your ass
    Get the fuck out of here
    Show's fucking over
    Get the fuck out of here
    You fucking heartless bastards"
    TOP

  8. 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
    Should of, would 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 shit

    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
    Fuck 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, I heard that you died
    Fuck 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 fuck 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
    Fuck 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, I heard that you died
    Fuck 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, fuck 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
    Fuck that, it's time to get live
    Dead bodies let's all take a ride
    Lean to the left and slide (the headless boogie)
    TOP

  9. 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, motherfuckers
    Get ready for the killer show of this bitch
    We gotta cop, we gotta judge, and we gotta redneck
    So step the fuck 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 shit, now spin the fuckin 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, shit, motherfuckers
    Get ready for round two of this bitch
    So, if you want your fucking neckbone chopped
    Step the fuck up and play the Joker's Wild!"

    You like big money and prizes, don't ya
    You'd probably kill for a big prize, won't ya
    Ya little bitch, it's your turn to spin
    Free 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 shit
    Listen to em cheer when your forehead splits
    Wait! Cut to a break, oh shit, 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 fuck around
    BONUS ROUND!

    Oh shit, 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!)"
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  10. 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
    fuck 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 shit like a hockey puck
    And my mother's like "What the fuck?!"

    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 (just 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
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  11. Lil' Somethin' Somethin'
    "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 bullshit, you little bitch."
    Mr. Jackson?
    "Now, stop playing dumb, you dizzy cunt."

    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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck
    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
    Hey baby, I heard you like to freak
    Then come out to play with me

    My name's Violent J, so I can't fuck 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 shit 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 shit
    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
    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
    Bitch let me hit, I won't be long
    As soon as I nut, I'm gone

    Hey baby, I heard you like to freak
    Then come out to play with me
    Hey baby, I heard you like to freak
    Then come out to play with me
    Hey baby, I heard you like to freak
    Then come out to play with me
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  12. Ol' Evil Eye
    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, I 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 motherfucker

    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 fuckin 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, fuck 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 fuck 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
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  13. 12
    "Wake...
    Revenge is mine
    12 people will die tonight"

    Now I look and then 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 misses, 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

    Die!
    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

    Die!
    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

    Die!
    You're gonna die...

    I'll be back for all y'all...
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  14. 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 fucking 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
    That 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)
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  15. I'm Comming 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 fuck 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 fuck 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

    Caught her passed midnight and I'm waking up the dead
    Then we playin kickball with somebody's head
    We got 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 shit 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 fuckin 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 fuck am I doing down here, I gotta land of my own
    Eh yo, dawg, fuck it, huh, we going home

    (9x)
    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
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