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Artist: Insane Clown Posse Song: Taste Album: Carnival Of Carnage Release Year: 1992 ------------------------ [Verse 1: Violent J] Heard thoughts going on in the free world Broke out the asylum and killed a girl Just a warm-up, just to get it on 'Cause I'ma be cutting throats 'til the break of dawn Can't nobody get me I've always been a psycho, but now they coming with me That's straight, could we team up? 'Cause I believe every throat deserves a good cut Look in my brain, it's fucking insane Roll around naked in the acid rain Rich bitch fucker took me for a sucker Now we killing you instead of killing each other Walked in your house, shot him in the mouth Lean back the head and pour the brains out My lyrics are strong, it's only a song The government front like they don't know what's going on Fuck it, I'll take the matter in my own hands Cut you down cat, cut you down 'Cause I know the rich go joggin' And I'm waiting in the bushes, axe to the noggin ("Come on, come on now, bitch, come on") About 30, 40 times Psychedelic sick with the psycho, psycho rhymes But you keep the killin' in one place But I'm at your door, motherfucker, have a taste You might also like Ghetto Freak Show Insane Clown Posse Chop Chop Slide Insane Clown Posse ​euphoria Kendrick Lamar [Verse 2: John Kickjazz & Shaggy 2 Dope] Fucking you up, won't let you pass Fucking you up, shot you in the ass Jumped out the alleyway with a motherfucking battle axe 12 dead bodies on the motherfucking train tracks I'm sick of this shit on my TV They showing psychopathics and I see me And you're calling me a homeless hobo While I'm laying on my suede couch listening to Mojo Snipe you in the head from a tower Or chase your naked ass clean out the shower Finally catch you down the block Take this here gat, shoot you in the cock Who you fucking with Governor E? Don't you know I'll hang your dead ass from a tree Yup, then swing you by the foot Mr. Drummond looking, bald headed, punk bitch Strolled to the banquet party Drank all their brew, then shot everybody They set it up wrong Created the ghetto and thought it wouldn't last long Thought we'd kill each other off Didn't think we'd come to the suburbs, jackoff The clown'll stick his knife in your face Motherfucker, have a taste [Verse 3: Jumpsteady] In Detroit, do or die, die and be done with Another wild solution 'cause it's nothing but a wicked man How many motherfuckers have I known through the years Got their necks blown out or crippled, living in fear Now I'ma tell you 'cause I [?] out many skulls but they missed 'Cause I'm drawn by from the vision of the Iron Fist Raised with the crime, with nothing to eat So my natural instinct's to kill in the street But I'm above that, a sense of caution Jumpsteady stepping over the government's brainwashing (Take it, take it further, take it further, take it far) Don't let them even judge you 'cause you know who you are Seems they don't even know about the inner city crime war Money on the troops in the desert, what the fuck for Damn they're stupid, their minds must be failing Think I'd rather pay a little extra to a gallon To save a human life, or two End this ghetto war for the homies that I once knew You're peeping out the barn with your closed eyes (You're peeping out the barn with your closed eyes, ho) I got a mind killing rage waiting for change In the folds of my jacket I cradle my gauge What you gonna do when I show up at your place Try to ignore it this time, motherfucker, have a taste [Verse 4: Capital E] You need a spoonful, in other words, a little taste So let me feed you the city life at a steady pace Wake up to gunfire thinking it was a dream 'Til you hear neighbors holler and a young child scream Everyday thing, think you can take it Just wait 'til you see that crackhead at your front door naked Begging for money, acting like he know ya You slam the door in fear, but some day he'll show ya Catch you at blank point range, you getting jacked ("Come up with it, bitch!") Now you don't know how to act But that's life and experience is a mother Happens everyday, one after the other But the suburb living is high class Well, High Class, let the city trade with your ass And show you the rough times Hungry homeless people committing crime after crime And bitches [?] the pipe for dough Then they run to the rock sto' and to buy some rock snow And I hear you making fun of that ICP, ("What's up, E?") Get your bats It's time for you to crack some necks And if they don't know now, show them what to expect 'Cause it doesn't matter the race or the place Capital E, giving the inner city taste [Interlude: Violent J] Yeah, we headed for Birmingham, Grosse Pointe, and Beverly Hills I thought you knew, 'cause we in a devilish mood [Verse 5: Esham] Guess who's rolling with the ICP The Black Devil coming straight from the D I'm headed out to Birmingham My temperature is burnin', man Looking for the governor to kill him and I think I can Violent J know the way so I'm gonna get you If you're standing in my way I'm getting with ya The Black Devil, that devil you don't know Getting more pussy than Bell Biv DeVoe Hey man do you know my name? (Esham) with NATAS, not Soul Train So give me mine 'cause it ain't about black or white It ain't about wrong or right on Devil's Night I'll burn a cross in your fucking face Now homicide's got a new case So give me a taste (So give me a taste) (So give me a taste) (So give me a taste) (So give me a taste) [Outro] Just, just a little taste, just a little taste Just, just, have a little taste, have a little taste Just, just, just a little taste, just a little taste Just, just, have a little taste, have a little taste Just, just, just a little taste, just a little taste Just, just, have a little taste, have a little taste Just a little taste, just a little taste Just, just, have a little taste, have a little taste Just, just, just a little taste, just a little taste Just, just, have a little taste, have a little taste Just a little taste, just a little taste Just, just, have a little taste, have a little taste Just a little taste

Artist: Insane Clown Posse Song: Ghetto Freak Show Album: Carnival Of Carnage Release Year: 1992 ------------------------ [Chorus: Violent J] Ghetto freak sh- gh-gh-ghetto freak show Ghetto freak sh- ghet-ghetto freak show Ghetto freak sh- gh-gh-ghetto freak show Ghetto freak sh- gh-gh-ghetto freak show Ghetto freak sh- ghet-ghetto freak show Ghetto freak sh- ghet-ghetto freak show Ghetto freak sh- gh-gh-ghetto freak show Ghetto freak sh- ghet-ghetto freak show [Verse 1: Violent J] It's three o'clock in the morning and you're sleeping Wicked clown's in the moonlight, creeping Slide through your window under your bed Crawl in through your ear, I'm in your head Bumping into bones 'cause I need light Tip-toeing down through your windpipe Climbing down your spine was the fun part Looky looky and I think I see your fucking heart Uh huh so I'm stabbing like it ain't nothing Wicked clown cut his way out your belly button I'm like a vulture waiting in a dark place Swooping down and I'm picking at your dead face I'm sick, but you don't know the whole deal No one ever loved me and they never will Bitch, I take you out on a blind date But then they find you dead under a wooden crate Wrapped in a bag deep in the woods 'Cause my mother always said I was no good Locked me in a closet, fed me dog shit Well, I'm out now, so, motherfucker, watch it The insanity's grip will never let go Here's your chance to a glimpse of a ghetto freak show You might also like Taste Insane Clown Posse Your Rebel Flag Insane Clown Posse Chop Chop Slide Insane Clown Posse [Chorus: Violent J & Esham] (I'd rather be dead) Gh-gh-gh-ghetto freak show (I'd rather be dead) Ghetto freak show (I'd rather be dead) Gh-gh-ghetto freak show (I'd rather be dead) Ghetto freak show [Verse 2: Violent J] I'm a freak show coming to your house Standing at your porch, chewing on a dead mouse I'm looking like a fly so you swat me Keep chasing me even though you got me So what you wanna do to a ghetto thug First you starve me and feed me them fuckin' drugs Turn me into a wicked, wicked cat (Wicked cat, wicked clown, wicked cat, wicked clown) I'm coming to your house, so get ya get ya gat Gotta have a fucking throat, hatchet once, hatchet twice Gotta have the governor, the richer fucker, pay the price Driving with your woman, that's sweet Never even know I'm in the back seat Chat chit-chat about the weather But then I slam they fucking heads together Is it jealousy, they never loved me So now I'm ripping out your guts, and it's ugly I'm trapped, don't wanna be a rich man Not a poor man, I need my own land Because the rich man be stressing all the dumb stuff They cut their fucking wrists if the grass ain't green enough Right there in your face, you can't tag it Just found out your son is a faggot A dick-sucking, butt-fucking homo, man If ya stressing then you better talk to mojo man Insanity's grip will never let go Here's your chance to catch a glimpse of a ghetto freak show [Chorus: Violent J & Esham] (I'd rather be dead) Gh-gh-gh-ghetto freak show (I'd rather be dead) Ghetto freak show (I'd rather be dead) Gh-gh-ghetto freak show (I'd rather be dead) Ghetto freak show Ghetto freak sh- gh-gh-ghetto freak show Ghetto freak sh- ghet-ghetto freak show Ghetto freak sh- gh-gh-ghetto freak show Ghetto freak sh- ghet-ghetto freak show Ghetto freak show, ghetto freak show Ghetto freak show, ghetto freak show "Ha ha ha ha ha, Yes, Violent J, the Ghetto Freak Show, is still alive. The ultimate amazing fully freak show is here on the Carnival of Carnage. Line up and see him. Lived years in the slums, and he's still alive to tell about. Line up and see him. He's nasty, he's disgusting. He's filthy. He is a freak show, and you can see him live at the Carnival of Carnage. You, young man, you look like you could use a viewing of a good freak show. Line up. Bring your sister, your brother, and see the ghetto freak show. Violent J is still alive." [Outro: Jumpsteady] "The time has come for the blood to run in the streets paved with gold. We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long, and like animals, we'd kill each other with the hatement for others. We must move into the suburbs and punish the rich for their ignorance and the horror of death that is a part of our life in our neighborhood, and give them a taste of the same, and when we kill the government's children, and the streets smell of death, maybe then we'll see our situation in a new light and put an end to the chaos in the ghetto, and put an end to the killings."

Artist: Insane Clown Posse Song: Your Rebel Flag Album: Carnival Of Carnage Release Year: 1992 ------------------------ [Verse 1: Violent J] Stop the bus, Violent J comes out Barrels to your chest and blow your lungs out Mother fuck a fuckin' hick I kick ya in the mouth, swell your fuckin' lips up You swallow them teeth when I do And me and my boys'll run a train on your Thelma Lou Then break her fuckin' back Goddamn bigots ain't all that So I'ma cut your brain out Reach in and pull your spine out Welcome to the Carnival show You're invited, you and your bitch Flo And the wicked clowns gonna jack Cut your legs off and have you crawl back Don't step to the city folk Bitch, that's why you got your titties broke So get back on your aardvark Don't let me see a bigot comin' through Clark Park Cut his neck with my good blade 34 years old, still in the third grade Yes, pickin' on others Look at your hootenanny ass, mother fucker And your bearded bitch hag Fuck both y'all and your Rebel flag You might also like Seven (Explicit Ver.) Jung Kook (정국) What Was I Made For? Billie Eilish Red Neck Hoe Insane Clown Posse [Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope & John Kickjazz] Fuck your Rebel flag! (Fuck your Rebel flag) Fuck your Rebel flag! (Fuck your Rebel flag)-(Fuck your Rebel Flag!) Fuck the Rebel flag! (Fuck your Rebel flag) Fuck a Rebel flag! (Fuck your Rebel flag) [Post-Chorus: Violent J] "Been down south, you can't tell me" [Verse 2: John Kickjazz] Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly Uncle Willy acting illy Old bitch cooking up vittles That fuck on the porch playing a fiddle You know I'd love to show you that ghetto style Take you out back, throw you in a shit pile Life in the inner city I'd rip your ass, but you all shitty and funky Like the pigs you eat Pickin' that shit off them yellow feet Don't step or so much as cough Or I'ma shoot ya in the back 'til your chest falls off What you say ain't always hype So I slap you in the face with a lead pipe Teachin' kids what Pops taught you And he's a funky ass bigot too Fell short of the due respect Don't speak when I slap ya in your red neck Fuck all that bullshit you stuck on Get back on your mule and get the fuck on Don't look back or I'ma hit ya Take that red neck bitch out with ya Spit on your Rebel rag, so fuck you and your Rebel flag! [Chorus 2: Violent J] Wilber (I'ma cut his neck) Hoss (I'ma break his back) Goober (I'ma stab his face) Jed (I'ma slit his throat) Wilber (I'ma cut his neck) Hoss (I'ma break his back) Goober (I'ma stab his face) Thelma Lou (I'ma fuck her in her ass!) [Scratching] Hill Hillbillies listening down south Hillbillies listening down south [Verse 3: Shaggy 2 Dope] I'm up and I'm headin' for the south Finna put a round of buck shot in your mouth And blow the back of your fuckin' neck loose Hillbillies run around like a headless goose 'Cause you tried burning down my cross That sweaty racist hick named Hoss (Fuck 'em) You sleep in the barn and you fuck your horse Brick to the head, put you back on course Yeah, but you know I chill 'Cause if I don't flex on you the others will Straight folks in the south won't have it They put a round in your racist ass quick The cool in the south team up with the north And blow that bigot off his fucking horse So put away your goddamn twine See I'ma cut your pipe and take your little moonshine Then drink it all up Barrels to your face and blow your fuckin' head off Keep on gunnin' 'cause of what they said Punk, I'll put a slug in your bald head Scalp a skinhead quick And your greasy-ass triple Klan ain't' shit And zip you up in a bag And I'll shit on a mother fuckin' Rebel flag Yeah, shit on a Rebel flag! [Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope & John Kickjazz & Violent J] Fuck your Rebel flag! (Fuck your Rebel flag) Fuck your Rebel flag! (Fuck your Rebel flag) (Fuck your Rebel Flag! It ain't shit!) Fuck the Rebel flag! (Fuck your Rebel flag) (It ain't shit) Fuck a Rebel flag! (Fuck your Rebel flag) (Fuck your Rebel flag. Fuck 'em. Yeah. Fuck your Rebel flag. Rebel Flag. Fuck your Rebel flag. It ain't shit. Fuck 'em. Fuck your Rebel flag) [Chorus 2: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope] Wilber (I'ma cut his neck) Hoss (I'ma break his back) Goober (I'ma stab his face) Jed (I'ma slit his throat) Wilber (I'ma cut his neck) Hoss (I'ma break his back) Goober (I'ma stab his face) Thelma Lou (I'ma fuck her in her ass!) Wilber (I'ma cut his neck) Hoss (I'ma break his back) Goober (I'ma stab that mother fucker in his-) Bitch! Ha!

Artist: Insane Clown Posse Song: Never Had It Made Album: Carnival Of Carnage Release Year: 1992 ------------------------ [Intro] "Oh! No! No!" Next "Ah, yes, Mr. Gatekeeper. Now we have, uh, Joseph Bruce, also known as Violent J." "Oh, yes. I've heard of that hideous fuck. Tell me, what makes you think I'd ever allow you into these pearly gates?" "Wait, man. Let me explain, dog." [Verse 1: Violent J] First, I was born young and healthy I told my mother one day I'd be wealthy Can't forget my first day at school Got stabbed in the head with a pencil, but it's cool Get my education A job and a family, a good reputation And what about grade two? Got shot in the neck, and the bullet went straight through But I'm packing a textbook Don't fuck with me 'cause I'm going to grade three Thank God it's lunch in a minute Bit into my hot dog with a razor blade in it And it cut my tongue off But I know how to multiply, so what's up, boss Finally had to step out I dropped out of school when they ripped my neck out Who knows where the road led? Seen a man with a briefcase, but no head So I'm likes fuck that Show me a quarter and an ounce of crack And I'm straighter than a fucking light post I sold a lot of crack, but I bought the most You might also like Your Rebel Flag Insane Clown Posse Blackin’ Your Eyes Insane Clown Posse Chop Chop Slide Insane Clown Posse [Verse 2: Violent J] Now I'm a basehead down on my luck Roaming the streets and got hit by a Mack truck And thrown about a block But I'm thinking nothing, but gimme a rock Holding my sign "I'll work for crack" With my old-ass E.T. shirt on my back And I'm sleeping in the gutter Right next to Champtown's mother I'm eating dead rats in the street I keep on checking for my own heartbeat Now I'm weighing at a buck-o-five Twitchy little neck and I'm barely alive Got my first taste of life in hell I ate a dead man, shh, but don't tell Excuse me, sir, can you spare some change? I'll cut your face off and eat your brains You know all about me You act like you ain't seen Penitentiary [Interlude] "We, the jury, find the defendant guilty of 47 counts of first degree murder." "Hm. Very well. Mr. Bruce, do you have any last words before your sentence?" "Yeah, your mother" "Huh, fine. Life in prison, motherfucker!" [Verse 3: Violent J] Spitting and cussing and you know I'm pissed With these iron bracelets on my fucking wrists And I'm heading for the slammer Serial killer, all on the camera First day, they broke my back Next day, they broke my neck Third day, they broke my leg Fourth day, they broke my head Swallowing, kept on trucking But there'll be no fucking That's strictly for the soft Ain't seen a freak in a week and my nuts fell off So, I'm finna escape How much shit can one klepto take? "Stop, fool. Stop or I'll fire" Shot me off and I fell in the razor wire I'm all tangled up Cut-cut-cut, slit, slit, cut-cut You don't love me, I really don't care Tie my ass up in the electric chair Got no family, I got no friends So, I pray to God that my life ends [Interlude] "Do you have any last words, my son?" Yes, Father, I do So what! [Bridge: Violent J] They thought that they had killed me They took me to the morgue I'm just a little stiff that's all (that's all) Like a board I lay there in my coffin Just chill, and wait, and chill (and chill) But then I jump out, knife swinging all about and Motherfucking-mother-mother-mother-motherfucking kill [Verse 4: Violent J] I used to wonder what life's about 'Til it chewed me up and spit me out Your ghetto created a psycho nut Not just psycho, psycho nut Now, I'm living in the walls of your house And I'll die in there, and lay, and rot like a dead mouse I'm packing a sickle I'm on your roof and I'm playing the fiddle You want me in a straight jacket? 'Cause when I see a throat, I'ma hack it Where I'm at? What's my name? Somehow, somewhere, I got hit by a train And it ripped my legs off Huh, nothing but a minor cough You can't get me, I swing from a tree Shouting, and cussing, and shooting at me Everybody's adding their two cents My branch broke and I fell on a picket fence I'm stuck and they're coming to get me Ripped myself off and I took my lungs with me I'm stuffing them back in Fuck, they won't go back in Now, my life's getting dense 'Cause my heart's still beating on a wooden fence They shoot me up and down Wicked, wicked, wicked, clown Wicked, wicked, wicked, clown You wanna know about a wicked clown? [Outro: Violent J] You want to know? (Wicked clown is in the house) You want to know? (Wicked clown is in the house) You want to know all about a wicked clown? (Wicked clown is in the house) A wicked clown (Wicked clown is in the house) A wicked clown (Wicked clown is in the house) You want to know about a wicked clown? (Wicked clown is in the house) I never had it made (Wicked clown is in the house) I never had it made (Wicked clown is in the house) You want to know? (Wicked clown is in the house) You want to know I never had it made? (Wicked clown is in the house) A wicked clown (Wicked clown is in the house) A wicked clown (Wicked clown is in the house) You want to know? (Wicked clown is in the house) You want to know about a wicked clown? (Wicked clown is in the house) (Wicked clown is in the house) (Wicked clown is in the house) (Wicked clown is in the house) [Skit] "Boy?" "Yeah, Pa?" "Run and fetch your sister. I'm a little horny over here." "Yes'm." "Getcha goin'. Go on." "I'ma get 'em. I'ma get 'em, Pa."

Artist: Insane Clown Posse Song: Blackin Your Eye Album: Carnival Of Carnage Release Year: 1992 ------------------------ [Intro: Violent J] Tick tock, tick tock (Tick tock, tick tock) Might go psycho sick (Tick tock, tick tock) Filled your head with lead (Tick tock, tick tock) 'Cause I want you dead (Tick tock, tick tock) 'Cause I want you dead (Tick tock, tick tock) 'Cause I want you dead (Tick tock, tick tock) Dead, dead 'Cause I want you dead [Verse 1: John Kickjazz & Shaggy 2 Dope] Girlie girlie bitch You fucking freaky bitch I'm knowing what you think You think your shit don't stink Take you out to dine And dine and wine and dine I'll tell you you look fine Then we fuck 'til I break your spine Bitchy bitchy ho We's fucking on the flo' We's fucking in the bed Then I'll shoot you in your head You'll never make me cry Before that, bitch, you die Wicked clown sadistic Sadistic psycholistic I do like Nate the Mack And club ya in the back I'm not like other guys I'm quick to blacken your eyes You might also like Never Had it Made Insane Clown Posse Psychopathic Insane Clown Posse Chop Chop Slide Insane Clown Posse [Pre-Chorus] Come inside, take off your coat I'll make you feel at home (Tick tock, you don't stop, to the beat, tick tock, you don't stop) Then take out my billy club and go upside your dome (To the beat, tick tock, you don't stop, to the beat, tick tock, you don't stop) [Chorus] Bitchy bitchy ho You fucking freaky ho Bitchy bitchy ho You fucking freaky ho Bitchy bitchy ho You fucking freaky ho Bitchy bitchy ho You fucking freaky ho [Verse 2: John Kickjazz, Shaggy 2 Dope Violent J] You have a can of mace I'll shoot you in your face I grab you by the neck And rip that shit out Don't think that I'd hit ya But I'd punch and stomp and kick ya (You wouldn't hit a lady) What, bitch? What, ho? Bitch! You told me that you loved me I thought that shit was true But then you sucked on my boy's dick Until his balls turned blue Freaky freaky trick Take your fucking pick Suck or fuck or what? Nasty nasty slut I guess love is the word You act like you ain't heard I'm not like other guys I'm quick to blacken your eyes [Chorus] Bitchy bitchy ho (Tick tock, tick tock, tick) You fucking freaky ho (Tick tock, tick tock, tick) Bitchy bitchy ho (Tick tock, tick tock, tick) You fucking freaky ho (Tick tock, tick tock, tick) Bitchy bitchy ho (Tick tock, tick tock, tick) You fucking freaky ho (Tick tock, tick tock, tick) Bitchy bitchy ho (Tick tock, tick tock, tick) You fucking freaky ho (Tick tock, tick tock, tick) [Post-Chorus: Violent J] I, uh, um, I heard, I heard you got a neck Uh, why don't, why don't you let me, uh Why don't, um why don't you let me break it, bitch? (You fuckin' freaky ho) [Verse 3: John Kick Chass & Shaggy 2 Dope] I think I head a ho A helpless drunken ho Someone tell me so Do I hear a hoe Bitch, get in the car Then I'll take you to the bar But I took her to the alley And kicked her with the balley Stomped her in her face Her chicky chicky face You took my heart and bit it So I took your lip and split it You took my life and crushed It I took your head and bust it I'll take your leg and break it I'll take your life and take it And bitch, it's no surprise I'm not like other guys Take it, take it, take it Cut off your head and bake it And bitch, it's no surprise I'm quick to blacken your eyes [Pre-Chorus] Come inside, take off your coat I'll make you feel at home (Tick tock, you don't stop, to the beat, tick tock, you don't stop) Take this razor to your throat, I'm from the ghetto zone (To the beat, tick tock, you don't stop, to the beat, tick tock, you don't stop) [Chorus] Bitchy bitchy ho (You fucking freaky) You fucking freaky ho (You bitchy bitchy) Bitchy bitchy ho (You fucking freaky) You fucking freaky ho (You bitchy bitchy) Bitchy bitchy ho (You fucking freaky) You fucking freaky ho (You bitchy bitchy) Bitchy bitchy ho (You fucking freaky) You fucking freaky ho (You bitchy bitchy) Bitchy bitchy ho (You fucking) (Hey, man, I'm always quick to hit a bitch) You fucking freaky ho (Bitchy bitchy) (You know what I'm saying?) Bitchy bitchy ho (You fucking) (If I seen something, she better beat the shit out of me, you know?) You fucking freaky ho (Bitchy bitchy) (If a bitch can't defend herself, man, that's just [?], man) Bitchy bitchy ho (You fucking) (I slap that bitch in the fucking [?]) You fucking freaky ho (Bitchy bitchy) (Fuck that shit) Bitchy bitchy ho (You fucking) (Come on by, I'ma [?]) You fucking freaky ho (Bitchy bitchy) Bitchy bitchy ho (You fucking) You fucking freaky ho (You bitchy bitchy) (I'm the wicked clown) Bitchy bitchy ho (You fucking) You fucking freaky ho (You bitchy bitchy) (Wicked, wicked, wicked clown)

Artist: Insane Clown Posse Song: Night Of The Axe Album: Carnival Of Carnage Release Year: 1992 ------------------------ [Verse 1: Violent J] Showed up at your high school prom With a axe in my mother fuckin' palm And I jumped out the first date, swingin' Necks and backs went flingin', and a toe I went psychopathic Choppin' throats with a hatchet 'Cause they tryna get me So I took a head with me Ran down the hall butt naked If you gotta life, I'ma take it Hah, 'cause I got it goin' on And I broke to the female John (Scream) Motherfuckers think I'm sick You ever seen a bitch take a shit? Fuck that! Let her dookie ass be 'Cause females shittin' is news to me Climbed down the fire escape How many lives can one motherfucker take? One life, two life, three life, four Throw me a MAC-10, I'm bound to take more Fifty lives, comin' on eighty Fuck this, I'm finna whoop this lady! Tied the bitch up to a light post Slap her in the face 'cause I'm psycho Beat her down, and beat her up (Whup, whup, whup, whup) Fuckin' slut! Some bitches make me wonder Kicked her gut and left my number Call me, fuckin' nympho Then I threw her through a window (CRASH) Broke and I climbed up a tree, guy Came back down, I don't know why Straight up insanity Damn, if it ain't a family Hope they come home soon Hah, 'cause I'm waitin' in the bedroom You might also like Taste Insane Clown Posse PULLOUT Jidenna Pancake Young Nudy [Interlude Skit #1] (Unlocks door) Sparky? We're home, Sparky! (Whistling) Watch your foot, honey. (Knocking) Honey, where's Sparky? (Whistling) Mom, Dad, Lisa's in the bathroom, and I've gotta go really bad! Don't worry little Joey, I'll get the bitch out! (Screaming) Mom, Dad! (Chopping sounds) Like it? Have another! [Verse 2: Violent J] Diced up all cinco Then I threw 'em in the Pinto Now I'm on Verner, bumpin' the funk With five dead bodies in the trunk! And I'm doin' about 90 To the blue and red's behind me (Sirens) You can pull me over, Jack! Just don't look in the back [Interlude Skit #2] Hey what's your fuckin' hurry son? Just don't look in the trunk We got a wild one here, and he's naked Just don't look in the trunk He's got blood on his hands and face Just don't look in the trunk (Be advised, the car is registered to a Wilson family) Just don't look in the trunk Oh, the trunk you say, huh? Oh okay, what do you say we just have a look-see here OH SHIT! DON'T LET HIM GET AWAY!! [Verse 3: Violent J] I'm gone, and I ditched the ride And left the dead Wilsons inside Jettin' and I'm hoppin' fences Finna do like my man in Killeen, Texas 'Cause I'm psycholystic You look once and you missed it Look twice and it caught your eye: Me beatin' the shit outta some guy With a bag of bricks Impressin' them dirty-ass sewer chicks A klepto you can't trust Shoulda known when I jacked a bus 14 passengers ridin' it One naked psycho drivin' it And we goin', grippin And there'll be no slippin' 'Cause I'm thinkin' the worst Shit like women and children die first Make you shiver When I drove that bitch in the river Everybody dies Only me survives Innocent folks is what I want So I'm headed for the restaurant [Interlude Skit #3] (*Singing* Burritos por favor...) Ohh, shit, Padro, I'm fuckin' full man Fuckin' burritos, man That burrito fucked me up, man. (Screaming) Ah, shit! Duck, man, fuck! C'mon motherfuckers! (Screaming) [Verse 4: Violent J] It's always gotta be a hero But I can't be stopped with silver bullets Or a wooden stake It's your life I quickly take Don't talk shit, I take 'em Take your life, take your life Coppers in choppers pursue The boys in blue, the whole crew Do what they never think So I'm headed for the 18th precinct 'Cause when then finally call it quits I'll be there to cut their necks And that's what I did I hate a fuckin' pig! I'll get a job at the Doughnut Shop Just to poison a cop Hah! Klepto-pathic And I'll fuck you up in a strait jacket 'Cause they finally got me Broke my legs and shot me But I'm still laughin' 'Cause of what happened On the night of the axe [Outro] On the night of the axe 'Cause of what happened, on the night of the axe On the night of the axe What happened, what happened Just psycho, on the night of the axe Just psycho, just psycho Just psycho, on the night of the axe (Clunk) (Screaming) [Skit] The ghettos of America are breeding grounds for the criminal minded As for years they've killed one another off, and America has enjoyed its creation Well now those ghetto-minded criminals have crossed the line into your neighborhood, and will soon give you a taste of the hell that they have lived for so long So Pops, this time it's your son who gets shot Deal with your own creation

Artist: Insane Clown Posse Song: Psychopathic Album: Carnival Of Carnage Release Year: 1992 ------------------------ [Verse 1: Violent J] Well, I've been to the state house and then some Payed my debts but I'm still a street hoodlum Dropped out of school 'cause I couldn't find my locker Stubbles on my chin, I got hair like Chewbacca Might see me sleeping on the street Don't look for a job 'cause there's no jobs looking for me Then it all went to my head Next day, forty-nine motherfuckers dead Tell the pigs I did it Pull your spine out your back, and beat you in the head with it And keep your bitch in place Or I'm a send her ass home with a foot print on her face Uh, I'm hatin' sluts Shoot 'em in the face, step back, and itch my nuts 'Less I'm in the sack 'Cause I fuck so hard it'll break they back All the pressure packed into one nut I was waiting on a bus, and my head blew up And the sight'll make ya sick Violent J, motherfucker! psychopathic Psychopathic [Interlude: Shaggy 2 Dope] Thought you knew, bitch ICP made up of psychotic, demented, psycho-kleptic motherfuckers And we might put a hook on your throat like it ain't nobody's business You might also like Blackin’ Your Eyes Insane Clown Posse Night of the Axe Insane Clown Posse Chop Chop Slide Insane Clown Posse [Verse 2: Violent J] First I'm standing by the train tracks Then you see me running but naked with a battle axe I'm swinging and slicing and chopping and cutting and Aah, until I'm nuttin' Seems like I always get beat down Like the hawk turned to the wicked clown Tiptoe back to the ghetto zone 'Cause Southwest Detroit is this demented one's home So you might see me at a festival Cussin', rude, and scratchin' my testicles With a cold two-liter in hand Rapping to the bitch at the french fry stand Take her to the Patton Park Then I'll make a sexist remark 'Cause they're all eventually bitchin' So if we ain't fucking, take your ass to the kitchen Police don't like me, it's obvious Just don't look in the trunk Or the sight'll make you sick Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic [Interlude] "Hey man why don't you slide some of that Faygo over here? Come on man, you farted didn't you? I should sock your ass man, you farted! Chill, chill, man, it's a cop What man? What?! Your license and registration that's what, you little fuck face Hey, hey yo man, fuck you, you fat jelly-filled motherfucker! Get out of the car, get the fuck outta the car! What's up? *gunshots* Bitch, come on man (What're you doing, man?) (Let's get the fuck out of here) Fuck you, fuck you man!" [Verse 3: Violent J] Yeah, I've always been a psycho Psycho-psycho-sick-psycho-sick-psycho-psycho I'll throw rocks at stray dogs Build crackhouses out of Lincoln logs I cut class, said I was a faker You was in school, I was home watching Green Acres Now I'm all up in your face You can barely hear the rap with all that bass I'm running with a southwest street gang And I never let my southwest meat hang 'Cause you know what ICP's all about Take a brick out the street, and bust you in the mouth Find the girl's daddy's rich And his sweet little angel's my sewer freak bitch But I throw the turkey after the stuffing Like Billy Bill say, "a bitch ain't nothing" Grab her by the arm and break it Grab her by the life and take it And, ya know, the sight'll make ya sick Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic Psychopathic [Outro] Come on, psychopathic Come on, come on Yeah, psychopathic (Mother fucker) Come on Psychopathic Bring it back, now Come on, psychopathic Bring it back, now Psychopathic Yeah, yeah Yeah, psychopathic [Skit] Yeah? Well, then I sucked his nuts Oh, did you? Yeah Wow, did you fuck him? Well, yeah. He fucked me in the ass Wow. What about Rodney? Fuck him. What he doesn't know won't hurt him *Beep* Hold on a second Hello? Hey! You dumb fuckin' bitch! I heard you fucked on me! What the fuck you doin'? When I see you, I'ma kick your motherfuckin'- *Click* Hi! Well, who was that? Oh, wrong number

Short version of my Michael Jackson song that angered the industry a longer version is in the works!!

Artist: Insane Clown Posse Song: Is That You Album: Carnival Of Carnage Release Year: 1992 ------------------------ [Chorus: 2 Dope and Violent J] Violent J, Violent J, is that you? I'm on the microphone, so what you wanna do? Violent J, Violent J, is that you? A wicked, wicked clown, just for you [Verse 1: Violent J] I drink Faygo, it's only a buck ten I'ma pour it on your tits when we fuckin' 'Cause I'm with that kinky shit, ho I can see ya butt naked in your window Shimmy up the house, I dash Knock and I press my nuts on the glass Lemme in ho, don't ya know I'm Violent J of the ICP (Yo) I got me a check, let's cash it If I can spend it with the hoes on Gratiot Ha, but don't get all geeked, slut 'Cause I'ma buy you some Lava, better wash your butt "Uh, what's this clown shit all about?" A knife to your neck and your throat's hangin out Ha, with a Do-Mi-Re Now it's about time I say [Chorus: 2 Dope and Kid Rock] Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? Yeah, let me tell ya what I wanna do Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? Yodel-ay, Yodel-ay, Yodel-ay-ee-hooo You might also like Fuck the World Insane Clown Posse Lose Yourself Eminem Guts on the Ceiling Insane Clown Posse [Post-Chorus: Violent J] Frontin' and frontin', everybody's frontin' (Yeah) Violent Violent J is gonna tell you somethin' If you know a bitch who got grits Kid Rock, Kid Rock will probably eat that shit! [Verse 2: Kid Rock] Boo hoo muthafucka, what ya cryin' for? I'm that nigga that your bitch would die for The whore showed up at my front door So I fucked her in her ass then I threw her out the back door The bitch thought it was a cake drive She said, "Drive me to the city," so I dropped her off at Lakeside "Aren't you drivin' me home?" "Well, I meant ta' But plans have changed now get your ass on the SEMTA, ho! This ain't no taxi I be mackin' hoes, they don't mack me! [Interlude: Kid Rock & Violent J] Never slackin, hoes I be mackin (Yeah, Kid Rock, Kid Rock) Never slackin, hoes I be mackin Violent J servin' ghetto hard street shit The funk, the funk from the old days Violent J servin' ghetto hard street shit The funk from the old days (ICP) [Verse 3: Violent J] Well I'm up for the shot in a minute Show me a valley, I might yodel in it Like somebody else I know I've been to Mount Clemens, I've been to Rome-ome-omeo Wicked clowns gonna flow for ya some Three for the treble, eight for the drum Five for the homies that I run with Bitch, call your mudda, 'cause you're done with Toe, tip toe, I snuck in your house And fell asleep butt naked on the front couch So excuse me, Pops, I'm nappin' So could ya shut the fuck up with that yappin'? And your wife's all worked up for nuttin' She act like she ain't never seen a wang or somethin' 'Cause it really don't matter I'ma show my nuts to an innocent bystander Every fuckin' day 'Cause it's about time I say [Chorus: 2 Dope and Kid Rock] Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? Yeah, let me tell ya what I wanna do Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? I just said it was, motherfucker [Verse 4: Kid Rock] Skinny dippin' in the pool, you know I drown hoes Fuck 'em doggy style and play that ass like the bongos *Bongo sounds* Ha Hit it, hit, hit hit it Hittin' home runs and I never whiff Ho, smoke my dick like it's a big spliff This ain't a blooper and I'm no joker But I can shoot a nut 50 foot like a Super Soaker But yo, I'm not gonna pull it out for a cheap joke Instead I'll play John Holmes in a sequel to Deep Throat Taste the nut in your mouth just to school ya But ho, don't let the smooth taste fool ya Don't let the smooth taste fool ya Don't let the smooth taste fool ya, fool ya, chika fool ya, fool Fuckin' fool Don't let the smooth taste fool ya (Word) [Skit: Violent J] Shit I can't fuckin' take this, man All this fuckin' pressure [?] It'll make me go motherfucking crazy I got all these motherfuckers everywhere I go They gonna [?] (Why don't you get a fuckin' job, man?) Oh no, here they come, man Stop it, man Stop it, man I can't fuckin' take it Ha ha ha ha ha Come on, man Ha ha ha ha ha [?]

Artist: Insane Clown Posse Song: Guts On The Ceiling Album: Carnival Of Carnage Release Year: 1992 ------------------------ [Verse 1: Violent J] Oh, you'll never guess what's up My muckin' head blew up My chin's in a old man's back yard I gotta sneak through his yard to find the fother mucker And he's got a pitbull dog And it's sittin' on my chin like a frog on a log I throw a bone to try to distract 'Cause I'm wantin' my chinny-chin-chin back I'll never be one to boast But there's my tongue hangin' off the light post 'Cause my head exploded And my brain's unloaded All over this beautiful city Teeth and bones to the nitty-gritty There's my eyeball stuck to the wall Right next to my splattered jaw I don't dig this game Chasin' my brains all through the sewer drains My head's all over the block 'Cause I done went lunatic-tock, tick-tock Come on dog, what's wrong with my head It blew apart but I still ain't dead I get no respect I got nothin' but guts hangin' off my neck But I'm still chillin' Even with my blood and guts all over the ceiling You might also like Is That You? Insane Clown Posse Wizard of the Hood Insane Clown Posse Chop Chop Slide Insane Clown Posse [Chorus] I'm chillin', I'm illin' (I'm chillin') With my guts all over the ceiling (With guts all over the ceiling) I'm chillin', I'm illin' (But I'm chillin', I'm still chillin') With my guts all over the ceiling (Yeah, all over the ceiling) I'm chillin', I'm illin' ([?]) With my guts all over the ceiling (My head exploded) I'm chillin', I'm illin' (And I'm chillin') With my guts all over the ceiling (Yeah, all over the ceiling) [Verse 2: Violent J] Oh, you'll never guess what's up My muckin' back blew up If you come across a spine Best believe it's mine Oh, forget about my tongue 'Cause vato can't breathe without no lungs, heh I lost both of mine Now that's an item that I wouldn't mind to find But forget about that 'Cause I'm roaming the streets with a splattered back I'm trying to rap to this freak But she can see my ribs all in the street Then the chitchat went dead She noticed that I ain't got no head Shh, I think I hear my heart But damn, it got hit by a SMART Bus And landed in Pontiac So I tell my mellow to send it back Come on, why did my back blow up Look for my guts, look for my guts I got a call from Nate the Mack Says he might have found part of my back Then bring it on over, ace I got slabs all over the place But I'm still chillin' Even with my blood and guts all over the ceiling [Chorus] I'm chillin', I'm illin' (Southwest ghetto zone) With my guts all over the ceiling (Done blew up my head) I'm chillin', I'm illin' (I got no back) With my guts all over the ceiling (Ha, but I ain't dead) I'm chillin', I'm illin' (Southwest ghetto zone) With my guts all over the ceiling (Done fried my brain) I'm chillin', I'm illin' (I got no head) With my guts all over the ceiling (Said I got no head) [Skit: Violent J, 2 Dope] "Hello?" "Yes, can I speak to a Joe Bruce please?" "Yeah, what's up" "Hey, check it out man, Lacy said he seen your large intestines, man!" "For real, where they at?" "Hangin' from a telephone wire on Vernor and Junction!" "Cool, man! That's for real?" "Yeah, man!" "Alright man, I'm about to go get them down then, I'll give you a call!" "Alright, man!" "Alright." "Check you out, dog!" "Bye." [Bridge: Violent J] You'll never guess what's up I'm down on my luck Got no head, said I got no head Southwest ghetto zone, it done fried my brain [Chorus] I'm chillin', I'm illin' (What's my name?) With my guts all over the ceiling (Where's my back?) I'm chillin', I'm illin' (Southwest ghetto zone) With my guts all over the ceiling (Said I got no head) I'm chillin', I'm illin' ([?]) With my guts all over the ceiling (But I wanna find my back) I'm chillin', I'm illin' (Have you all mine?) With my guts all over the ceiling ([?]) [Outro] I'm illin' (Got no head) All over the ceiling (And I lost my brain) I'm illin' (And the ghetto's mine) All over the ceiling ([?])

Artist: Insane Clown Posse Song: Wizard Of The Hood Album: Carnival Of Carnage Release Year: 1992 ------------------------ [Intro: 2 Dope] One time, the ICP with the shit for you and your boys to say "fuck yeah!" to Yo J, kick some of that shit about the Wizard and all that Drop a psycho beat and go on and rap, foreheaded fuck [Verse 1: Violent J] Aw shit homeboy, you should've seen me I was flipped at the party, drank a fifth of MD Straight passed out on this mother's bed Seven cans of brew going through my head Dreaming, I was sipping on Faygo In my dope house and here comes a tornado Huh, I can't run nowhere Cause the whole damn house was spinnin' through the air ("Damn!") And don't laugh just yet ("Your ass landed in motherfuckin' Oz") Bet And here comes a three and a half foot pimp With a blue zoot suit and a mack daddy limp Yo, I got a grip on my weapon Cause this midget motherfucker and his boys are stepping "Oh my, look at the witch!" "You crushed and killed that wicked old bitch" And they're saying that I'm doomed Cause I killed some ho that rides on a broom Fuck this, I'm going back to where I stay And I'm walking down the yellow brick alleyway You might also like The Juggla Insane Clown Posse Intro (Carnival of Carnage) Insane Clown Posse Is That You? Insane Clown Posse [Interlude] (We're off to see the Wizard) (Sing it high, sing it low) (We're off to see the Wizard) Droppin' motherfuckers all the way to Delray (Yeah) Droppin' motherfuckers all the way to Delray "Well, go on, motherfucker!" [Verse 2: Violent J, 2 Dope & John Kickjazz] Now I'm roaming just like a base-head Everybody know just where the alley led And don't say you don't know Which way to go, yo, there goes the Scarecrow I ain't playing this bullshit no more So I whip out the nickel plated double-four Best tell my ass how to get back Or I'm going to blow the straw out your fucking head "You wanna see the wizard?" Fuck yeah, I do "Get me off this pole and I'll come with you." You know the Wiz? "Yeah, I used to roll for him Then he ganked me out a G, now I got a bullet for him" Now me and the 'crow was walking on bricks Spittin' and cussin' and holding our dicks Thinking, damn, this ain't how the movie go I ain't seen one motherfuckin' rainbow Ain't a fresh pair of kicks in the land Just what you thought "There goes the Tin Man" How to get to the wizard? "What the fuck?" "I ain't saying shit 'til you oil me up." I don't see any motherfuckin' oil, bro "Oil me up with a forty of Red Bull" (Heh) Just like the book said Tin Man was stumbling like a crackhead Old-ass rusted out metal But we was on our way to see the Wizard of the Ghetto (Yeah) [Interlude: 2 Dope] (Somewhere over the rainbow) Fuck up, bitch! *gunshots* Damn, this ain't Kansas, ho! (Droppin' motherfuckers all the way to Delray) This is the Southwest motherfucking Ghetto Zone, bitch! (Word) (Droppin' motherfuckers all the way to Delray) So pick your skank ass up and you and Toto get the fuck on! [Verse 3: Violent J and Kid Villain] Yeah, we've come a long way (Droppin' motherfuckers all the way to Delray) And I'm a wonderland story book tourist Gripping that .44 we coming up to the forest Anything could be out there Lions, tigers, and maybe a bear (Hoods and hoodlums and thieves, oh my) (Hoods and hoodlums and thieves, oh my) (Hoods and hoodlums and thieves, oh my) I'ma kick somebody in they fucking eye Don't fuck with me at a time like this I'll send out a bullet, guaranteed won't miss So I just move and the hooks are flying "Then come and buck with the fucking Lion!" "I want rings, chains, any kind of gold." Or what? "Or I'ma let this 9 unfold!" Man, fuck this, come back to Delray There you can rob motherfuckers every day Crackheads, hoes, whatever you can name Catch all the rich ones coming out the ball game "Yeah" So finally we was at the castle And with the guards, we got no hassle They all just got the fuck out our way I guess even in Oz they know of Violent J [Interlude] (We're off to see the Wizard) (Sing it high, sing it low) (We're off to see the Wizard) Droppin' motherfuckers all the way to Delray (Fuck a Wizard) Droppin' motherfuckers all the way to Delray [Verse 4: Violent J] Yo, where's the motherfucking wizard stay? "Who wants to know?" Violent-Psychopath-J I wanna word with him at gun point Cause there's no place like Detroit "Welcome to the Wizard's kingdom" "The Wizard of the Ghetto as you say" "Welcome to the Wizard's kingdom" "Sorry motherfucker, this is where you'll stay" "Scarecrow, you ain't shit to me" "And the Lion ain't shit but a snack for three" "Tin Man, don't take me for a sucker" "I'll chew your ass up and spit bullets out, motherfucker" *gunshots* We let it rain Seventy-nine slugs to his motherfucking brain Then I stepped back cool and calm Because the Tin Man was dropping cluster bombs Everybody know about car jacking So me and the fellas went home mackin' Jumped in his smooth-ass ride Drop top Geo says "Wiz" on the side Gripped it back to the hood where we came from And that shit was fun Next thing I knew I was back at the party Got up and was finnin' to tell everybody But then I just let it pass 'Cause I know they'll laugh at my drunk ass [Outro] (Heh heh) (Bull shit!) (Jumpsteady in the house) (Fuck you, man, I ain't lyin'!) Droppin' motherfuckers all the way to Delray Droppin' motherfuckers all the way to Delray [Skit] Louder, louder, and louder *applause* Thank you, thank you very much My next poem is a very short one: Dismay, dismay Oh, how there's dismay in may *applause* Thank you, thank you And now, poetry from our friend, 2 Dope (Fuck outta here, man) A beautiful butterfly came floating by And landed on my cheek, just a smidget from my eye I said to my little friend: GET THE FUCK OFF ME, BUG! Thank you

Artist: Insane Clown Posse Song: Red Neck Hoe Album: Carnival Of Carnage Release Year: 1992 ------------------------ [Intro] "Who's that broad I seen over there in the pumpkin patch yesterday pickin' up pumpkins over yonder yesterday?" (Hell yeah) "I don't have no idea, I seen that same girl just-a bendin' over pickin' up them things scratchin' that bad little ass a-hers" "I'm tellin' you what, I seen her come a-runnin' through the hills, a hootin' a-hollerin' and her titties was floppin', she was finer than peach fuzz split four ways with a broad axe, brother!" "I seen..." [Shaggy 2 Dope] Rappin' to this bitch with a red neck, a red neck That fuckin' red neck Rappin' to this bitch with a red neck A down south bitch with a red ass neck [Verse 1: Violent J] Bitch, you got a red neck But you look kinda straight so I'm 'bout to step Heard ya like fuckin' in pig pens Ya never see boys, so ya fuck your girlfriends Bitch, I know you's a ho So lemme fuck you with my big toe Cause I don't care what them hicks can do Shit, I can fuck like a chicken hawk too Bitch, we can take a walk But I hate the way you fuckin' hillbillies talk So keep ya filthy ass mouth shut And don't say shit, nasty slut Bitch, I wanna hit it So I can drop your ass in a New York minute But your quick to act like you didn't know Like ya didn't know that I'm a gigolo, ya didn't know Bitch, we can sit on the porch Swing in the chair, I don't fuckin' care But then it's to the sack, to the sack we go I'm finna fuck this red neck ho You might also like My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys Taylor Swift Guilty as Sin? Taylor Swift Carnival of Carnage Insane Clown Posse [Chorus] Bitch, you's a ho and ho you's a bitch Everybody know that you's a funky, funky bitch Bitch, you's a ho and ho you's a bitch Everybody know that you's a funky bitch [Interlude: Violent J] Rappin' to this bitch with a red neck A fuckin' red neck, a red ass neck Rappin' to this bitch with a red neck Said a mountain top, cornstalk red ass neck [Verse 2: Shaggy 2 Dope] Bitch, it's 2 Dope Before I throw you this dick, I'll throw you some soap Cause ya been in a barn all day Milkin' cows and fuckin' with hay Bitch if ya let me hit it I don't care, you can play your Wayne Newton shit I can take a little Conway Twitty When I'm suckin' on a red neck titty Bitch, I'll go down south With a piece of wheat hangin' out my mouth And sport a funky ass straw hat But after I hit it - mothafuck that! Bitch, I'm from the big city And I'm finna fall asleep on your big titty Yeah, it's the farmer's daughter But I ain't gonna fuck in no swamp water Bitch, drop your overalls And we can fuck in the back of a horse stall You're the ugliest bitch I know But I'll still fuck ya, red neck ho! [Chorus] Bitch, you's a ho and ho you's a bitch Everybody know that you's a funky, funky bitch Bitch, you's a ho and ho you's a bitch Everybody know that you's a funky bitch [Verse 3: John Kickjazz] My rap song can't even hang With the wicked shit you've done You go lynchin' with your gang On a brother or a Mexican (Fuck) This shit may never quit Bigots may never learn (Never learn) I'll cut your mothafuckin' throat out, bigot! Now it's your turn (Yeah) Bigots in the north seem to get respect You know I'll choke that greasy neck Step to the left, step to the right Aim my piece and I'll fuck your face up Bitch, cause I don't sleep Said, fuck you bitch, I don't sleep In the south there's a lot of good faces But shit, I'ma gat on a fuckin' racist [Violent J] Bitch, I can't tell from where I'm at But it looks like your neck is red - fuck that! I'm about to step So I can say I fucked a ho with a red neck [Outro] Bitch, you's a ho and ho you's a bitch Everybody know that you's a funky, funky bitch Bitch, you's a ho and ho you's a bitch Everybody know that you's a funky bitch ("God damn. I can't wait to get home. My fingers are sore. I've been milking cows all day. I'ma go home and make me some moonshine") Bitch, you's a ho and ho you's a bitch Everybody know that you's a funky, funky bitch ("There we go. I'm about to- Hey, right there, right down yonder right there. There she go right there) Bitch, you's a ho and ho you's a bitch Everybody know that you's a funky bitch ("God damn! You got a rubber? I say we take her behind that pine tree and rape her ass!") Bitch, you's a ho and ho you's a bitch ("Hell no. She gon live there over the old pickup truck with that shotgun in the back. I'm straight. I don't need more") Everybody know that you's a funky, funky bitch ("She got titties like Dolly Parton!") Bitch, you's a ho and ho you's a bitch ("I don't even know. There she go right there") Everybody know that you's a funky bitch ("I'ma head out after her ass and go out hoggin' down there and see if I can-") Bitch, you's a ho and ho you's a bitch ("That crickbed down there. I say we go over there in that water and put one up in that little ass") Everybody know that you's a funky, funky bitch ("Alright then") Bitch, you's a ho and ho you's a bitch Everybody know that you's a funky bitch Fuckin' bigot

Artist: Insane Clown Posse Song: First Day Out Album: Carnival Of Carnage Release Year: 1992 ------------------------ [Violent J] Got another funky rhyme Another funky, funky rhyme Got another funky rhyme Another funky rhyme Another funky, funky rhyme [Shaggy 2 Dope] Aw shit, man, that's ICP This is my jam They were my psychedelic, funkity fuck, intergalactic boys, G Aw shit [Verse 1: Violent J] Well they let the gate up so I bail It's been six months, pick me up from the county jail With a smart mouth, I paid my dues Steel toilets, worn blankets and rubber shoes But I ain't naggin' Here come the fellas, I can hear the muffler draggin' Ain't been in the car long And the Faygo is almost gone My nuts are kinda hard so I need a mate So my homeboy's cousin set me up with a blind date She said, "Pick me up at 3?" "Can't bitch, the bus don't ride ya street!" (Ho) We gonna eat at Mexican Village Take a cab and I'll pay the tab And when she showed up, well I'll be damned Left my wallet at home on the TV stand ("Oh shit, well I uh left it at home, it's on the TV stand...") Have her payin' and for dinner too The knot in my sock, it don't fit you She's all prettied up for nothin' I'm smellin' like shit and my chin is scruffin' And I'm chewin' on my food like a pit bull 'Cause I won't front for the ho Stuck my face in the bowl of soup And just sucked it all up through my missin' tooth The bitch jumped up with a boom "I have to fix my hair," and broke to the bathroom She got the tab so I go for mine And order up some '52 vintage wine Hey Louie, bring a fuckin' steak with that Motherfuckers like J will say, "Fuck that!" She's back now and her hair ain't fixed Probably took a long, greasy ass, smelly shit, huh I ain't sayin' nothin' though I ain't sayin' nothin' 'bout the fuckin' ho What's up bitch? I'm ready to break How long can one fat bitch take Quit snackin' and pay these saps 'Cause we going home to watch tube with Paps You might also like Red Neck Hoe Insane Clown Posse The Juggla Insane Clown Posse Chop Chop Slide Insane Clown Posse [Interlude] "So Joe uh, what is it that you do for a living?" "Aw, come on pops" You seen me sellin' rocks on Vernor and Springwells Matter of fact, I think I sold to that fat bitch in the kitchen" [Verse 2: Violent J] Your dad's really cool sweetheart I mean him lettin' me use his car And he slipped me a fifty "Violent J's kinda nifty" If I'd of hit it, you'd of been home free But now you're comin' home with me "Dad, I got a bitch in the bedroom Take your ass to the bar and don't come home soon" Now The Juggla's known to smack hoes But I need the shot too, so I switch to the mack mode [Verse 3: Shaggy 2 Dope & Violent J] Now woman, you know I love you So why don't you just let me fuck you? Now bitch, I know you's a freak So lemme get a little kiss on your cheek (What's up) And a fuck to go with that Come on, nympho, lemme hit that Tell ya what, ya let me stick it And I got a leftover piece of chicken for ya (Ho) Ya little sewer skank (Sewer skank) Ya nasty little pipe smokin, sack chasin' ho And that was that A little smooth talk, and she was on her back (Ha) And I'm finally stickin' Dump ya and I'm keepin' my chicken (Bitch) You'll never guess what My first day out and I caught my nut [Chorus: Violent J] First day out and I caught my nut First day out and I caught my nut First day out and I caught my nut First day out and I caught my nut (Well shit, bitch, it's my first day out) First day out and I caught my nut First day out and I caught my nut First day out and I caught my nut First day out and I caught my nut (Shit, bitch, it's my first day out) First day out and I caught my nut (First day out) First day out and I caught my nut (It's my first day out) First day out and I caught my nut First day out and I caught my nut (Well shit, bitch, it's my first day out now) First day out and I caught my nut First day out and I caught my nut (Gotta go now, gotta go now) First day out and I caught my nut First day out and I caught my nut (It's my first day out) (My nut)

Artist: Insane Clown Posse Song: The Juggla Album: Carnival Of Carnage Release Year: 1992 --------------------------------- [Verse 1: Violent J] Well, you know the Juggla jumped in the mix I've been down the road and I've broke a few necks And I'll break a few more, so what's up? Roll by me on the corner I'ma hold my nuts up And spit a fuck you with that (With that) But if you're a sewer skank lemme hit that (Hit that) Cause Violent J ain't even one to fake it I done seen some folded up skank bitches naked I pass out when it gets dark And woke up naked at the Clark Park Gotta go, gotta get before I get the rap Got a chopped off head chillin' in my lap Mr. Shrink, Mr. Shrink, I'm sick (I'm sick) Lunatic tick, tock, it don't quit It don't quit, it don't quit Mr. Shrink I'm sick, a lunatic-y-tic The doctor told me I'm a psycho So I ate his face like I don't know Knife to the neck and I got some mo' The night of the axe, the night of the .44 Bitch, I'm a man you can talk ta' But after you leave I'ma stalk ya If you're a little kid I'ma take ya And if you're a neck I'ma break ya If you're an old lady I'ma mug ya Cause bitch, you can't fuck with The Juggla You might also like Wizard of the Hood Insane Clown Posse Psychopathic Insane Clown Posse Night of the Axe Insane Clown Posse [Interlude:] Yes ladies and gentleman, he is: The Juggla He'll cut your windpipe, eat your face And slit your motherfuckin' heart out You can see this freak show at the world famous Carnival of Carnage Keep jugglin', motherfucka' [Verse 2: Violent J] Cause you know the Juggla will throw ya up fast And if I drop you, that's your ass I shake and twist tryna keep calm I might go to Hell 'cause I'm down with Esham Got a rhyme for your uncle Willy Then I hit him in the head with a billy Willy, Willy, watch your mouth And fuck the South Runnin' with a gang of twenty street hoods, yo What's up bitch ah, what's up ho? Sometimes ya act like ya ain't down With a psychotic wicked clown Fuckin' my friends ain't healthy Cause I grab you by the face and fuck you up And it's like that bitch, that's the way it is I'm allowed to fuck ho, I'm in Showbiz Sets in the hood want me for dead So I paint my tag on they forehead Stick your little "K" by my taggin' You can fit 20 clowns in a Volkswagen And we comin' straight to your brick house I'ma huff and puff and blow your fuckin' neck loose And then I might mug ya Cause there'll be no fuckin' with The Juggla [Interlude #2:] Jugglin' eyeballs, jugglin' heads What you've heard about, what you've read The jugglin' wicked clown will come to your birthday party Wedding and bar mitzvah And cut your back off for a small fee The Juggla ain't takin' no shorts from nobody [Chorus] Tweedle dee and tweedle dum Let the fuckin' bass go Tweedle dee and tweedle dum Let the fuckin' bass go Tweedle dee and tweedle dum Let the fuckin' bass go Tweedle dee and tweedle dum Let the fuckin' bass go [Verse 3: Violent J] And The Juggla make it last Down with 2 Dope and John Kickjazz My fellow fuckin' fellas Southwest gangsta killas Violent J the psychopathic Some might say I'm schizophrenic Others think I'm klepto-psychic But somehow the bitches like it What's up bitch, (Bitch) let me get the shot (The shot) Right here and now, butt naked on the spot Why am I like this? (Like that) Why are you like that? (Like this) The ghetto took my brain and motherfuck I want it back I'm that nerd in the back of the class That went psycho and killed ya ass I slash and cut and hack With a "kick me" sign on my back In my court-assigned therapy They take care of me, but don't stare at me Cause like I said, I'll mug ya Now run on home and don't fuck with The Juggla [Interlude #3:] Finally happened, the wicked clown has come to your town And he's got your daughter by the hand, showin' her a new land The Southwest Ghetto Zone where all the Jugglas roam Come one, come all and have The Juggla cut your face off Skip to the Lou [Outro] Juggla, Juggla, fuck with The Juggla Juggla, Juggla, fuck with The Juggla Juggla, Juggla, fuck with The Juggla Ya can't fuck with The Juggla Juggla, Juggla, fuck with The Juggla (Tweedle dee and tweedle dum) Juggla, Juggla, fuck with The Juggla (Let the fuckin' bass go) Juggla, Juggla, fuck with The Juggla (Tweedle dee and tweedle dum) Ya can't fuck with The Juggla (Let the fuckin' bass go) Tweedle dee and tweedle dum Let the fuckin' bass go (Can't fuck with the Juggla) Tweedle dee and tweedle dum Let the fuckin' bass go (Can't fuck with the Juggla) Juggla, Juggla, fuck with The Juggla (Tweedle dee and tweedle dum) Juggla, Juggla, fuck with The Juggla (Let the fuckin' bass go) Juggla, Juggla, fuck with The Juggla (Tweedle dee and tweedle dum) Ya can't fuck with The Juggla (Let the fuckin' bass go) [Skit: Shaggy 2 Dope] Joanna Ay, Joanna, wake up Come on, baby. It's me. Wake up Joanna Ay, come on, Joanna Fuck, man, ay, Joanna Come on, man, damn Joanna Man, fuck this *crash* Get up, bitch! Fuck, I'm out here with the June bugs and shit! Hey! Keep it down out there! Ay man, ay, fuck you!

Artist: Insane Clown Posse Song: Carnival Of Carnage Album: Carnival Of Carnage Release Year: 1992 ------------------------

Artist: Insane Clown Posse Song: Intro Album: Carnival Of Carnage Release Year: 1992 ------------------------ [Intro: Violent J] It was a soft, gentle night In the little town of, of... Well, your town The gentle breeze swept the streets Creating that pleasant howl That these kind town folks have enjoyed For so many, many years The wind chimes sent their peaceful melodies Into the ears of the sleeping residents But the unusual was approaching in the distance Something evil headed toward this small town As the residents slept Something crept, slithered And crawled its way through the quiet streets Guided by the moonlight These frightening strangers set up tents and rides Shows and games There were savage jesters and wicked ringmasters There were horrid freak shows And sights only the impending doom will witness They brung with them The carnage that they had lived with for eternity The morning is a new day The people of this town will unwillingly witness The show of their lives, only rumored to exist They will be the next to die helplessly At the Carnival of Carnage. --------------------------------------

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