Carnival Of Carnage (1992)

• The Juggla
• First Day Out
• Red Neck Hoe
• Wizard Of The Hood
• Guts On The Ceiling
• Is That You?
• Night Of The Axe
• Psychopathic
• Blacken Your Eyes
• Never Had It Made
• Rebel Flag
• Ghetto Freak Show
• Taste 

The Juggla lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

[Violent J]

Well, you know the juggla jumped in the mixer

Been down the road and I broke a few necks

And I'll break a few more, so what's up

Road by me on the corner, I'm a hold my nuts up

Its finna fuck you wit' dat

But if you a sewer skank let me hit dat

Cuz I'm Violent J, ain't even one to fake it

I wanna see some folded up skank bitches naked

I pass out when it gets dark

And woke up naked at the Clark Park

Gotta go, gotta get before I get the wrap

Gotta chopped off head chilling in my lap

Mr. Shrink, Mr. Shrink, I'm sick

Lunatick-tick-tock, it don't quit

It don't quit, it don't quit

Mr. Shrink, I'm sick, a lunaticky-tick

The doctor told me I'm a psycho

So I ate his face like I don't know

Knife to the neck and got some more

The night of the axe, the night of the forty fuck

Bitch, I'm a man you can talk ta

But after you leave I'm a stalk ya

If you're a little kid I'm a take ya

And if you're neck I'm a break ya

If you're an old lady I'm a mug ya

Cuz bitch, you can't fuck with the juggla

"Yes, ladies and gentlemen, he is...the juggla

He'll cut your windpipe, eat your face

And slit your motherfucking heart out

You can see this freak show at the world famous Carnival of Carnage

Keep juggling, motherfucker!"

[Violent J]

Cuz ya know the juggla will throw ya up fast

And if I drop you that's your ass

I shake and twist, try to keep calm

I might go to hell cuz I'm down with Esham

Gotta rhyme for your Uncle Willy

Then I hit him in the head with a Billy

Willy, Willy, watch your mouth

And fuck the south

Running with a gang of twenty street hoods, yo

What's up bitch, ah, what's up ho?

Sometimes you act like you ain't down

With a psychotic wicked clown

Fucking my friends ain't healthy

Cuz I grab you by the face and fuck you up

And it's like that bitch that's the way it is

I'm allowed to fuck, ho, I'm in show biz

Sets in the hood want me for dead

So I paint my tag on they forehead

Stick your little 'kay by my taggin'

You can fit twenty clowns in a Volkswagon

And we coming straight to your brick house

I'm a huff, and puff, and blow your fuckin' neck loose

And then I might mug ya

Cuz they're will be no fucking with the juggla

"Juggling eyeballs, juggling heads

What you've heard about, what you've read

The juggling wicked clowns will come to your

Birthday party, wedding, and barmitzva

And cut your back off for a small fee

The juggla ain't taking no shorts from nobody"

"Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh

Let the fucking bass go"

[Violent J]

And the juggla make it last

Down with 2 Dope and try n' get trashed

My fellow fucking fellas

Southwest gangster killas

Violent J, the psychopathic

Some might say I'm schitsofrantic

Others think I'm quite the psychic

But somehow the bitches like it

What's up bitch, let me get the shot

Right here and now, butt-naked on the spot

Why am I like this, like that

Why are you like that, like this

The ghetto took my brain and motherfuck I want it back

I'm that nerd in the back of the class

That went psycho and killed your ass

I slash and cut and hack

With a "Kick Me" sign on my back

In my corner is scyne therapy

They take care of me, but don't stare at me

Cuz like I said I'll mug ya

Now run on home and don't fuck with the juggla

"Finally happened, the wicked clown have come to your town

And he's got your daughter by the hand

Showing her a new land

The southwest ghetto zone, where all the jugglas roam

Come one, come all and have the juggla cut your face off

Skip to the lou"

Juggla juggla fuck with the juggla

You can't fuck with the juggla

Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh

Let the fucking bass go

First Day Out lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

"Got another funky rhyme

Another funky, funky rhyme

Got another funky rhyme

Another funky rhyme

Another funky, funky rhyme"

"Aw shit, man, that's the ICP!!!

This is my jam!!!

I'm on a psychedelic, motherfucking inter-galactic void G!!!

Aw, shit!"

[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 payed my dues

Steel toilets, worn blankets, and rubber shoes

But I ain't naggin'

Here come the fellas I can hear the muffler draggin'

8 men 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 three"

Can't bitch, the bus don't ride your street, ho

We gonna eat at Mexican Village

Take a cab and I'll pay the tab

And when she showed, well, I'll be damned

Left my wallet at home on the TV stand

Have her pay him and for dinner too

The knot in my sock, it done bit you

She's all prettied up for nothing

I'm smelling like shit and my chin is scruffing

And I'm chewing on my food like a pitbull

Cuz I won't front for the ho

Stuck my face in a bowl of soup

And just sucked it all up threw my missin' tooth

The bitch jumped up with a boom

"I have to fix my hair" and broke to the bathroom

She's 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 jail say fuck dat

She's back now and her hair ain't fixed

Probably took a long greasy-ass smelly shit

I ain't saying nothing though

I ain't saying nothing bout the funkin' ho

What's up bitch, I'm ready to break

How long can one fat bitch take?

Quite snacking and pay me saps

Cuz we goin' home to meet her pops

"So Joe, what is that you do for a living?"

"Aww, come on pops, you seen me selling rocks on

Verner and Springwell. Matter fact, I think I sold

to that fat bitch in the kitchen"

[Violent J]

Your dad's really cool sweetheart

I mean him letting me use his car

And he slipped me a fifty

Violent J is kinda nifty

If I'd a hit you'd be home through

But now your coming home with me

Dad I gotta 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

"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 let me get a little kiss on your cheek

And a fuck to go with that

Come on, nympho, let me hit that

Tell ya what you let me stick it

And I gotta left over piece of chicken for ya

Ya little sewer skank

Ya nasty little pipe-smoking sac-chasing ho

And that was that

A little smooth talking she was on her back

And I'm finally sticking

Dump ya, and I'm eating my chicken

You'll never guess what

My first day out and I caught my nut"

First day out and I caught my nut

Red Neck Hoe lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

"Rapping to this bitch with a red neck

A red neck, that fucking red neck

Rapping to this bitch with a red neck

A down south bitch with a red-ass neck"

[Violent J]

Bitch, you gotta red neck

But you look kinda straight so I'm bout to step

Heard you like fucking in pig pens

You never seen boys, so you fuck your girlfriends

Bitch, I know you's a ho

So let me fuck you with my big toe

Cuz 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 your 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 you quick to act like you didn't know

Like you didn't know, that I'm a jigglo, you didn't know

Bitch, we can sit on the porch

Swing in a chair, I don't fucking care

But then it's to the sac, to the sac we go

I'm finna fuck this red neck ho

[Chorus (2x)]

Bitch, you's a ho

And ho you's a bitch

Everybody knows that you's a...

Funky funky bitch

"Rapping to this bitch with a red neck

A fucking red neck, a red-ass neck

Rapping to this bitch with a red neck

Said a mop-top corn stalk red-ass neck"

[Shaggy 2 Dope]

Bitch, it's 2 Dope

Before I threw you this dick, I throw you some soap

Cuz you been in the barn all day

Milking cows and fucking with hay

Bitch, if you let me hit

I don't care, you can play your Wayne Newton shit

I can take a little Conway Twitty

While I'm sucking on red neck tittie

Bitch, I go down south

With a piece of wheat hanging out my mouth

And sport a funky-ass straw hat

But after I hit it...MOTHERFUCK THAT!

Bitch, I from the big city

And I'm finna fall asleep on your big tittie

Yeah, it's the farmer's daughter

But I ain't gonna fuck in no swamp water

Bitch, drop your overalls

And we fuck in the back of a horse stall

You're the ugly bitch I know

But I still fuck ya, red neck ho

[Chorus (2x)]

[Esham]

My ratsaw can't even hang

With the wicked shit you've done

You go lynching with your gang

On a brother or a Mexican

Fuck, this shit may never quite

Bigots may never learn

I'll cut your motherfucking throat out, bigot

Now it's your turn

Bigots in the north seem to get respect

You know I'd choke that greasy neck

Step to the left, step to the right

In my piece, and I'll fuck your face up

Bitch, cuz I don't sleep

I said "Fuck you, bitch, I don't sleep"

In the south there's a lot of good faces

But shit, I'm gat on a fucking racists

[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

[Chorus (9x)]

Wizard Of The Hood lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

One time, the ICP with this shit

For you and your boys to say "fuck yeah" to

Yo, G, kick some of that shit about the wizard and all that

Drop a psycho beat and go on and rap, bald-headed fuck

Aw shit, homeboy, you should of seen me

I was flipped at the party drinking a fifth of MD

Straight passed-out on his mother's bed

With seven cans of brew going through my head

Dreaming, I was sipping on Faygo

With my dope posse, hear comes a tornado

Huh, I can't run no where

Cause the whole damn house was spinning through the air (damn!)

And don't laugh just yet

And it bland my motherfucking eyes bet

And here comes a three and a half foot pimp

With a blue zoo suit and a mack daddy limp

Yo, I gotta grip on my weapon

Cuz this midget motherfucker and his boys are stepping

"Oh my, look at the witch

You crushed and killed that wicked old bitch"

And they saying that I'm doomed

Cuz I killed some ho that rides on a broom

Fuck this, I'm going back to where I stay

And I walking down the yellow brick alleyway

[Interlude (contains samples from "Wizard of Oz" and "Ghetto Zone")]

Well, go on motherfucker!

Now I'm roaming just like basshead

Everybody know just where the alley led

And don't say you don't know

Which way to go, yo, there go 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'll 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, its the road for him

Then he gave me on a 'gene

Now I gotta bullet for him

So me and the crow was walking on bricks

Spitting and cussing and holding our dicks

Thinking, damn, this ain't how the movie goes

I ain't seen one motherfucking rainbow

Ain't a fresh pair of kicks in the land

Just what you thought, there go the tin man

How to get to the wizard?

What the fuck

I ain't saying shit until you oil me up

I don't see any motherfucking oil, bro

Oil me up with a forty of Red Bull

Huh, 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

"Somewhere over the rainbow"

(Shut the) fuck up, bitch

[GUNSHOTS]

Damn, this ain't Kansas, ho

This is the southwest motherfucking ghetto zone, bitch

So pick your skank ass up

And you and Toto get the fuck on

Yeah, we've come a long way

Drop the motherfuckers all the way to Del Ray

And I'm a wonder land story book tourist

Gripping that .44 we coming up to the forest

Anything could be out there

Lions, tigers, maybe a bear

Hoods and hoodlums and thieves, oh my [3x]

I'm a kick somebody in they fuckin' 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

You've come and buck with the fucking lion

I want rings, chains, any kind of gold

Or what?

Or I'm a let this nine unfold

Man, fuck this, come back to Del Ray

There you can rob motherfuckers any 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 hastle

They all just got the fuck out our way

I guess even in Oz they know of Violent J

[Interlude]

Yo, where's the motherfucking wizard stay

Who wants to know? Violent-psychopath-J

I wanna word with him at gun point

Cuz there's no place like Detroit

Welcome to the wizards kingdom

The Wizard of the Ghetto as its said

Welcome to the wizards 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

We let it rain,

Seventy-nine slugs to his fucking brain

Then I stepped back cool and calm

Cuz the Tin Man was dropping cluster bombs

Everybody know about car jacking

So me and the fellas went home macking

Jumped in a 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 finning to tell everybody

But I just let it pass

Cuz I know they'll laugh at my drunk ass

Guts On The Ceiling lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Oh, you'll never guess what's up

My mucking head blew up

My chins in an old man's backyard

I gotta sneak threw his yard

To find the fothermucker

And he's gotta pitbull dog

And it's sitting on my chin like a frog on a log

I throw a bone to try to distract

Cuz I'm wanting my chinny-chin-chin back

I'll never be one to boast

But there's my tongue hanging off the lightpost

Cuz my head exploded

And my brains 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

Chasing my brains all through the sewer drains

My head's all over the block

Cuz I done went lunatick-tock tick-tock

Come on, dawg, what's wrong with my head?

It blew apart but I still ain't dead

I get no respect

I got nothing but guts hanging off my neck

But I'll still chilling

Even with my blood and guts all over the ceiling

I'm chillin', I'm illin'

With my guts all over the ceiling

[Chorus X4] I'm chillin, I'm illin

With my guts all over the ceiling

Oh, you'll never guess what's up

My mucking back blew up

If you come across a spine

Best believe it's mine

Oh, forget about my tongue

Cuz vato can't breathe without no lungs

I lost both of mine

Now that's an item that I wouldn't mind to find

But forget about dat

Cuz 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 chit-chat went dead

She noticed that I ain't got no head

Shhh, I think I hear my heart

But damn, it got hit by a Smark bus

And landed in Pontiac

So I tell my mellow to send it back

Come on, wined and my back blow up

Look for my guts, look for my guts

I gotta call from Nate the Mack

Says he might of 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 X4]

You'll never guess what's up

Ahh, I'm down on my luck

Got no head

Said I got no head

Southwest ghetto zone

It done fried my brain

[Chorus until fade]

Night Of The Axe lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Shit, I can't fucking take this

All this fucking pressure, I'm dying

Make me go motherfucking crazy

I got all these motherfuckers

Every where I go

They gonna come down on me

([Background:] Why don't you get a job, man?)

Oh no, here they come, man

Stop it, man, stop it, man

I can't fucking take it, HAHAHAHAH

Come on, man HAHA HAHA

There's no ouhahahat

Showed up at your high school prom

With an axe in my motherfucking palm

And I jumped out the first date swinging

Necks and backs went flinging and a toe

I went psychopathic

Choping throats with a hatchet

Cuz they try to get me

So I took a head with me

Ran down the hall butt-naked

If you gotta life I'm a take, huh

Cuz I got it going on

And I broke to the female john (AAAH!)

Motherfuckers think I'm sick

You ever seen a bitch take a shit, fuck dat

A lot of dookie-ass beef

Cuz female shittin' is news to me

Climbed up the fire escape

How many lives can one motherfucker take?

One life, two life, three life, four

Throw me a mach 10 I'll vow to take more

Fifty lives coming out, eighty

Fuck this, I'm finna whoop this lady

Tied the bitch up to the lightpost

Slapped her in her face cuz I'm psycho

Beat her down and beat her up

......Fucking slut

So bitch make me wonder

Kicked her gut and left my number

Call me, fucking nympho

Then I threw her out the window

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

I hope they come home soon

Cuz I'm waiting in the bedroom

I'm gone and I ditched the ride

And left the dead Wilsons inside

Jetting and I'm hopping fences

Finning through like my man in Caline, Texas

Cuz I'm psycholistic

You look once and you missed it

Look twice and it caught your eye

Me, beating the shit out of some guy

With a bag of bricks

Impressing them dirty-ass sewer chicks

A klepto you can't trust

Should of known when I jacked the bus

Fourteen passengers riding it

One naked psycho driving it

And we go and grip it

And they're be no slipping

Cuz I'm thinking the worst

Shit like woman and children die first

Make you shiver

When I drove that bitch in the river

Everybody dies

Only me survives

Innocent fucks is what I want

So I'm heading for the restaraunt

There'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 and choppers persue

The boys in blue, the whole caroo

I do what they never think

So I'm heading for the 18th precinct

Cuz when they finally call it quits

I'll be there to cut their necks

And that's what I did

I hate a fucking pig

I get a job at the Donut Shop

Just to poison the cop

Cut-o-pathic

And I'll fuck you up in a straight jacket

Cuz they finally got me

Broke my legs and shot me

But I'm still laughing

Cuz of what happened on the night of the axe

On the night of the axe (just psycho)...

AAAH!!!

Psychopathic lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

The ghettos of America are breeding grounds

For the criminal minded

As for years they have killed one another of

And America has enjoyed its creation

But now these 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 its your son gets shot

Deal with your own creation

Well, I've been to the storm house and then some

Payed me dues but I'm still a street hoodlum

Dropped out of school cuz 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 cuz there's no jobs looking for me

Then it all went to my head

Next, forty-nine motherfuckers dead

Tell the pigs I did it

Place spot at 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 hating sluts

Shoot them in the face, steb back and itch my nuts

'Less I'm in the sac

Cuz I fuck so hard it'll break they back

All the pressure's 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

Thought you know bitch

The ICP is made up of psychotic

Demented psycho clumsy motherfuckers

And we'll put a hook on your bumb leg

Like it ain't nobody's business

So 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 nothing

Seems like I always get beat down

Like the hawk turned to the wicked clown

Tail turned out to the ghetto cuz

Southwest Detriot is comended one's home

So you might see me at a festival

Cussin', rude, and scratching my testicles

With a cold two-liter in hand

Rapping to the bitch at the french fry stand

Take it to the Patent Park

Then I'll make a sexist remark

Cuz they're all eventually bitching

Serve me 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

[theme from "Halloween"]

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

Cuz you know what ICP's all about

Take a brick off 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 filled the turkey up with the stuffing

Like Billy Bill say, "a bitch ain't nothing"

Grab her by the arm and break

Grab her by the life and take it

And, ya know, the sight'll make ya sick

Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic

Psychopathic

Blacken Your Eyes lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Filled your head with lead cuz I want you dead...

Girlie girlie bitch tou fucking freaky bitch

I knowing what you think, you think your shit don't stink

Take you out to dine and dine and wine and dine

I tell you you look fine, then we fuck till I break your spine

Bitchy bitchy hoe, we fucking on the floor

We fucking in the bed then I'll shoot you in your head

You 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

Tommy son take off your coat I'll make you feel at home

Then take out my billy club and go upside your dome

Bitchy bitchy hoe, you fucking freaky hoe

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 lad, what bitch! What hoe!

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

Bitchy bitchy hoe, you fucking freaky hoe

I heard you gotta neck

Why, uh, why don't you let me, uh

Why don't you uh why don't you let me break it, bitch?

I think I hurt a hoe a helpless drunken hoe

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 take your leg and break it I 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

Tommy son take off your coat I'll make you feel at home

Take that razor to your throat, I'm from the ghetto zone

Bitchy bitchy hoe, tou fucking freaky hoe...

Never Had It Made lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

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 cuz 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 and no head

So I'm like fuck that

Show me a quarter and an ounce of crack

And I'm straighter than a fucking lightpost

I sold a lot of crack but I bought the most

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 Jam Town's mother

I'm eating dead rats in the street

I keep on checking for my ownheart beat

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, 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 penatentiary

Spitting and cussing and you know I'll piss

With these iron braces 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

Seen a freak in a week and my nuts fell off

So I'm finna escape

How much shit can one clubno 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

I got no family, I got no friends

I pray to God that my life ends

They thought that they had killed me

They took me to the morgue

I'm just a little stiff that's all, like a board

I lay there in my coffin, just chill and wait and chill

But then I jump out knife swinging all about

And motherfucking-mother-mother-mother-motherfucking kill

I used to wonder what life's about

Until 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 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

Cuz when I see a throat, I'm a 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 coft

You can't get me I swing from a tree

Shouting and cussing and shooting at me

Everybody's end make two cents

A branch broke and I fell on a picket fence

I'm stuck and they're coming to get me

Rip 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 gettin' dense

Cuz my heart's still beating on a wooden fence

They shoot me up and down

Thinking thinking thinking clown

Wicked wicked wicked clown

You wanna know all about a wicked clown I never had it made...

Rebel Flag lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Stop the bus, Violent J comes out

Barrels to your chest and blow your lungs out

Mother fucker fuckin hick

I kick ya in the mouth

Sew 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 biggots ain't all that

So I'ma cut your brain out

Reach in and pull your spine out

Welcome to the Carnival show

Your invited, you and your bitch Flo

And the wicked clowns gonna check

Cut your legs off and and if you crawl back

Don't step to the city folk- bitch that's why you got your titties broke

So get back on your ardvark

Don't let me see a biggot commin' 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 hootinanny ass mother fucker

And your billy bitch

Hey---Fuck both ya'll ...

And your Rebel flag

[CHORUS 1:]

Fuck your Rebel flag! (Fuck your Rebel flag)

Fuck your Rebel flag! (Fuck your Rebel flag)-(Fuck your Rebel Flag!)

Fuck your Rebel flag! (Fuck your Rebel flag)

Fuck a Rebel flag! (Fuck your Rebel flag)

Been down south, you can't tell me

Hill billy hill billy hill billy

Uncle Willy acting nilly

Old bitch cooking up vittles

Then 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 stop to so much as cough

Or I'ma shoot ya in the back till 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 biggot 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:]

Wilber (I'ma cut his neck)

Hass (I'ma break his back)

Goober (I'ma stab his face)

Jed (I'ma slit his throat)

Wilber (I'ma cut his neck)

Hass (I'ma break his back)

Goober (I'ma stab his face)

Thelma Lou (I'ma fuck her in her ass!)

Hill....

Hill billies listening down south

Hill billies listening down south

I'm up and I'm headin for the south

Fixin to put a run of buck shot in your mouth

And blow the back of your fuckin neck loose

Hill billies run around like a headless goose

Cuz you tried burning down my cross

Thats way racist hatin and hass

You sleep in the barn and you fuck your horse

Brick to the head, put you back on corse

Yeah---But you know I chill

Cuz if I don't flex on you the others will

Straight folks in the south won't have it

They put a rind in your racist ass quick

The cool in the south team up with the north

And blow that biggot off his fucking horse

So put away your goddamn twan

See I'ma cut your pipe and take a little moonshine

Then drink it all up

Barrels to your face and blow your fuckin head off

Keep on gunnin' cuz of what they said

Punk, I'll put a slug in your bald head

Scalp a skinhead quick

And your greasy-ass triple clan and 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 1]

[CHORUS 2]

Ghetto Freak Show lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

[Chorus X4]

Ghetto freak show Ghe Ghe Ghetto Freakshow

Ghetto freak Ghe Ghetto Freakshow

It's three o'clock in the morning and you're sleeping

Wicked clowns in the moonlight creeping

Slide through your window under your bed

Crawl in through your ear, eat your head

Bumping into bones cuz 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

Rapped 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

[Chorus X4]

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

I'm coming to your house, so catch ya catch ya clown

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 there 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

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 X4]

Ahaha, Violent J, the Ghetto Freak Show

He's still alive

The ultimate amazing 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

Taste lyrics - Insane Clown Posse (feat. Esham)

[Intro: Violent J]

The Time has come for the blood to run into the streets paved with gold

We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long

And like animals we kill each other for the hatred of others

We must move into the suburbs and punish the rich for their ignorance

For the horror of death, that is part of our life in our neighborhood

And give them a taste of the same

And when we kill the governments children

And the streets smell of death

maybe then we will see our situation in a new light

And put an end the the chaos in the ghetto and an end to the killings

[Verse one: Violent J]

Heard whats going on in the free world

Broke out the asylum and killed a girl

Just ta warm u, just to get it on

Cause im gonna be cutting throats till the break of dawn

Can't nobody get me

I've always been a psycho now they coming with me

That's straight when we team up

cause I believe every throat deserves a good cut

Look in my brain its fucking insane

roll around naked in the acid rain

Rich bitch fucka took me for a sucka

Now we killing you instead of killing each other

Walked in the house, shot him in the mouth

Leaned back the head, and pulled the brains out

My list are strong its only a saw

The government fronts like they dont know what is going on

Fuck, ill take the matter in my own hands

Cut ya down cat, cut ya down

Cause i know the rich go jogging

And im waiting in the bushes,axe to the nogging

About 30 or 40 times,psychodelic sick with the psycho psycho rhymes

But ya keep the killer in one place,

But I'm at ya door, motherfucker have a taste!

[Verse two: (Nate The Mack) {Shaggy 2 Dope}]

(Fucking you up wont let you pass, fucking you up, shot you in the ass)

{Jumped out the alleyway with a muthaphucking battle axe}

{12 dead bodies on the muthaphucking train tracks}

(Im sick of this shit i see on the TV,they showing psychopathics and i see me)

(And ya calling me a homeless hobo,

while I'm laying on my suede couch listening to mojo)

{Snipe ya in the head from a tower,

or chase ya naked ass clear out the shower}

{Finally catch ya on the block,

take this here gat and shoot ya in the eye}

(Who ya fucking wit governer E?

Don't ya know I'll hang ya dead ass from a tree)

{Then swing ya by ya foot}

{Mister drumma looking bald headed punk bitch}

(Stroll to the banquet party)

{Drank all they 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 clowns stick this knife in ya Face)

({Motherfucker, Have a Taste})

[Verse three: Jump Steady]

In Detroit doing time, time being done

Without not another solution

Without nothing but wicked men

How many muthaphuckas ive know through the years

Got they necks blown off or crippled in their fear

Now iull tell ya cause i been in many Schools for this

Cause im drawn by the vision and close my hand into a fist

Raised in the crime with nothing to eat

So my natural instincts to kill in the street

Im going to war and i sent you caution

JumpSteady stepping over the governments brainwashing

(Take it, Take it farther, take it far)

Dont let them even judge ya, cause you know who you are

Seems they dont even know about the inner city crime war

Moneys on the jews in the desert but what the fuck for

Damn the're stupid,The mine are surrounded

Think i like to pay a lesson to a gallon

And save a human life or two

End this ghetto war for the homies that i once knew

ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes

(Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes hoe)

I got a mind killing rage waiting on my change

On the holes on my jacket i craddle my gage

What ya gonna do if i show up at your place

Try to ignore it this time, motherfucker have a taste

[Verse four: Capitol E / Esham]

Ya need a spoonful, another wants a little taste

So let me feed you the city like in a steady pace

Ya wake up to gunfire thining it was a dream

Till ya hear ya neighbors holla and ya young child scream

Everyday thang, thank it to ya

Just wait till you see that cracka at ya front door naked

Begging for money, acting like he know ya

Ya slam the door in fear, but some day he'll show ya

Catch ya at point blank range ya getting jacked

(come up wit it bitch)

Now ya dont know how to act

But that's the life and the experience of a mother

Happends everyday, one another the other

But the suburb living is high class

With a high class leather city trade with ya ass

And show ya the rough times

Hungry homeless people commiting crime after crime

And bitches working the pike for dough

Then they run to the rock sella to buy some rocks slow

And i hear ya making fun of that...

ICP (What's up E) Gets ya bats

It's time for you to crack some necks

And if they dont know now, show them what to expect

Cause it dont matter the race or the place

Capitol E giving the inner city Taste

[Interlude: Violent J]

Yea! We heading to Birmingham,gross point and beverly Hills

I thought you knew, cause we in a devilish mood

[Verse five: Esham]

Guess who's rolling with the ICP, That black devil comming straight from the D

Im heading out to birmingham,to tip off a german

And looking for the governer to kill him and i think i can

Violent J know the way so im gonna getcha

If ya standing in my way im getting wit ya

The black devil, that devil ya dont know

Getting more pussy than Bel Biv Devoe

Hey man do you know my name?

[Esham]

Im down with notics, nuts on train

So give me mine cause it aint about black or white

It aint about wrong or right on Devil's night

I burn a cross in ya fucking face

Now homicide's got a new case

So give me a taste