All the ICP Lyrics you will ever need.

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, motherfucker, 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 motherfucking 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, motherfuckers!!!
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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 fuck 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, motherfucker, 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 shit gets old

Now I walk the streets with a shattered skull
I'm gonna swing my axe to his jaw
Where the motherfucker at? Where the motherfucker stay?
How ya gonna fuck 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 shit, fuck 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 shit

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 motherfucker 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 fucks in the trunk on deliver
Push that old piece of shit 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 fuck 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 fuckin' in the haugh?
Popping that shit, I'm finna bust you in the mouth
Nobody fucks with a jokero juggalo
I don't give a fuck ya know, bitches I'm a fuck you though
But you know the shit 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 fuck with a wicked clown?
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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!
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Mr Johnson's Head
Sitting in the class with my head on the desk
Teacher's trying to talk but I could give a fuck 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 shit
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 fucker 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
(2x)

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 must be 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 fuck 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 fuck 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
I'm 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 fucker 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
(2x)

"Okay class, America is the land of the free. It is a land of demoracy.
A land without predious. And above all, a land of freedom. That's the beautifull thing about our country. We're all treated equaly, all races together as one. What is it Scott?"
"Mr Johnson thougt us this."

No, they can sit and front about it all day
But I left his fucking body in the hallway
And in the morning they opened up the door
And seen his motherfucking 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, and if they do they laugh

Cuz they'd rather learn about redneck chicker
Who owned a couple slaves but I guess it doesn't matter
Fuck Washington, Benjamin, fuck 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 motherfucking head chilling in my bookbag

I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day
I didn't like the fucker 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
(9x)
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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
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
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 fuck 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

(6x)
Wooooooo Oh We-oh
Everybody singing that southwest song

"What seems bad to you?
Is hitting other kids?"
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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?"

Motherfuckers 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, boom chop 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, muthafuck me
Fuck 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 fucking fat bitches named Pam
Nineteen years of breathing smog
Has got me mental
So get off me, dog!...

Get Off Me, Dog! (14x)
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Who Asked You
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, fuckin dead hoes
Bark at the moon everytime the wind blows
Why do I do the things that I do?
Who are you? Fuck you, and fuck Jerry Lou too

Fucked 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

Fuck Jazzy Jeff, fuck Jack Jones
Fuck Jazzy Jiff Jeff Jimmy Jack Jones
Why do we do the things that we do?
Who the motherfuck 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
(2x)

Never had life, always been dead
Gotta metal plate in the back of my head
Lemon drops, lick lollipops
I fuck redneck bitches at truck stops

Clown cutters, much clown luv
Found a body in the bathtub, mmm grub
Fuck the police, fuck Ebin Price
Fuck 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"

Fuck John Wayne, fuck Wayne Newton
Fuck two-snooting John Hootin nanny pooping
Why do we do the things that we do?
Now who the fuck 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
(7x)
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The Dead One
I guess it all began when a bullet finally struck and I walked away harmless it must have been good luck or maybe I am dead.

(sorry but your dead)

Strange things have happen sence this day ocurred. I could hear a cold whisper in my every word. It's telling I'm dead

(sorry but your daed)

I'm feeling so stiff as I walk out the house and my tongue so dry I think it's rotting in my mouth. oh tell me am I dead?

(sorry but your dead)

My boyz all stare at me. I wonder what they think. They don't blink and my teeth keep poping out, I stink . Aww tell me am I dead?

(sorry but your dead)

My soul is so heavy taht it draws me to the floor. I can hear these demons knocking on my door. Their laughing at the dead.

(Sorry but your dead)

YOUR DEAD BITCH! HAHA HA HA HA HA
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My Funhouse
Rich boy's in trouble
Car broke down on a drive through the ghetto
All the weird people, you gotta get the fuck 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 fuck
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 fuck next to ya is trying to tell ya somethin
Listen close, you can barely make it out
"Bitch, you ain't shit 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, fuck 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 motherfucking 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 motherfucker 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 your 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 fuckin 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 motherfucking next chopped in Violent J's Fun House
So don't fuck 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!!!
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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 fuck 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, fuck 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
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11) 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. Nevers
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 motherfucking 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 fuck 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 fuckin 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
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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 your fucking 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 fucking 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 fucker 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 fucking 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)
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Love Song
"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
(2x)

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 fuck 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
(5x)

"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"
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Bugz On My Nugz
Well, I don't understand the phenomenom
We fucking these hoes that look like spallala
Rich boys think that is shitty
But I like fucking 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 fucked 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, fuck 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 motherfucking 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 motherfuckers off my wang

So you wanna fuck 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, fuck that
Stick em in a blender and hit the switch
Then I hit the bitch

Met this bum in the back of a dumpster
Fucked her in the rumpster, juggaluga humpster
Had to take a piss, 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, fuck dirty butts (sluts)
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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
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
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 shit 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
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Who's the wickedest of all
Three blind mice, deepest fear
Welcome to the House of Mirrors
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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
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