(1)WAX MUSEUM Greetings welcome to the Gypsy fortune. Your coin was very much appreciated and now I shall grant you your fortune. It seems my cards of terror has dealt you very odd harm. The hand of 6 Joker cards this is very rare. I suggest something nocidist is approaching you. You should be visited by a dark circus. Circus of poor, pain, and angrish. This traveling mass of evil will leave your lifeless corpse to rot only to be displayed at future stops. Oh yes you must also be aware that it is your own evil doings that have brought about this carnivals visit. All of the sins and hatred you have cast during your life have whipped and spun into form the form of1, 1 who leads this grousm parade of pain into your life. 1 sinister beast 1 known only as RINGMASTER. Welcome ladies and Gentleman to the museum the wax museum 1000's of dead souls comin in wax all of the rare exibits you are about to encounter of a strange and wondrous creations of the one and only leader lead em all so both dead and undead please welcome the RINGMASTER. The ICP's of the RINGMASTER and the RINGMASTER of the actions of man kind ya mutha f*cka now you gotta face your worst enemy and thats yourself every wicked thing that you've ever done has come back now and its gonna whip your little a*s b*tch boy. Us we just clowns we just work for the RINGAMASTER with the wave of his magic wond I step foreword wind back and swing this batalaks upside your mutha f*ckin head. So step right up wile the RINGMASTER takes you on a ride of your life pourin fear, smiles, and tears and oh ever so overdo the RINGMASTER rises up looked across the sky through the forest and down the river along the valley over the hills and down the trail and up the sidewalk only to surprise you and yours at your very front door. Lets go mutha f*cka

(2)MURDER GO ROUND What can I say I hit em' with a brick killet the little prick him and his chick. Try to be slick but I ain't no slinky you brinky you dinky you suck my twinky. I don't give a f*ck if you call me a clown bring it on down it's murder go round. What ya dish out I catch it comes back to ya if you tryin to keep I hate to say I never knew ya. Once upon a time in the ghettos on a 10 ft. lead pipe slapped up my dome. I'm layin on the street with blood oozin out my head. Excuse me mutha f*cka was it somethin I said. Boards up boards down man boards sideways then he grabbed my faygo and said "Crime pays" swung on his bike once for the road hold up dog "This sh*t gets old". Now I walk the street with a shatterd skull. I'm gonna swing my axe through his jaw. With a mutha f*ckin axe what I mutha f*ckin say. How ya gonna f*ck with the Juggla jay yay yay there he sets so I nock on the door pops opens up pops his the floor. Then I chop chop pops but it didn't do sh*t . F*ck it. It's the murder go round Well its me in my mellow mellow roll another telly Gaing baingers Gaing bangers big bang very kind of sceary Tags up all on the bricks lettin count x-men beein all that sh*t We love gang bangers and we hope they love us back We just some wicked clownz and its been like that I don't understand why some people in town we went down south next to water its still southwest down But this mother f*cker gonna try and clown me but I'm the juggla laggla more Oh G took a shot and missed 2 dope in the dust "What I aint got shot b*tch" So now you must take your ticket for the murder go round Can't nobody kill a klut klut clown Seen him and his boyz smoken blunt in a bucket Pulled out the dagger and creeped up and I stuck it Into his head into his into his boyz head into his boyz head Five dead f*cks in the trunk I deliver Push that old piece of shit in the river Cat and my boyz saw Five go down and you get a free ride On the murder go round Murder Go Round Murder Go Round how ya gonna f*ck with a wicked clown(2X) Know I'm in the street gain 55 strong Everybody's singing that southwest song What could go wrong I mean f*ckin the house Poppin that sh*t off know I bust ya in your mouth Nobody f*ckes with a juggalo juggaro I don't give A f*ck ya know B*tches I'm a f*cken hoe. But you know this sh*t when ya hit the fan some gaing bainger shot me man 2wice in the forehead 2wice in the back 2wice in the eye and I' feelin kinda wack stumblin along its becomin in twine That I'm next in line for the murder go round (CHORUS 13X)

(3)Chicken Huntin' "Hey hey man over here man" "What can I do for ya boy?" "Yeah man let me have one of those chicken necks" "What?" "Chicken neck man a red a*s chicken neck" "A red what?" "Neck cicken what?" "A red a*s chicken neck like yours man" "LIKE MINE?" "YEAH B*TCH" Well I'm headin down a southern trail I'm goin chicken huntin' Chopin red neck chicken necks I ain't sayin nothin to this hillbilly stick my barrel in his eye boom shocka hair chunks in the sky Why I never liked chicken pot pie why I chop chicken on rye tell Mr. Billy Bob I'm a cut his neck off slice poke chop chop stab cut What can you do with a drunken hillbilly? Cut his f*cken eyes out and feed em' to his aunt Milly. Willy Willy chicken neck chicken huntin' gotta love it hit him with a 12 gauge bucket chicken nuggets. Layed out all over the grass then his little hound dog will eat em' up fast. Last as long as you can my man cause when that chicken head hits the fan you got blood guts fingers and toes blood guts fingers and toes sitten front row at the chicken show so (CHORUS) Whoes goin chicken huntin' we's goin chicken huntin'(3X) cought a mutha f*cken chicken now right (END CHORUS) Let me get a chicken sandwich with manwich up in the rack got a chicken neck. Choppin up Hilly and Billy Bob Billy cause I chop mutha f*cken red necks silly. Peeped in a yard tell me what did I see "I seen a chicken boy f*cken his sheep I say Mr. Mr. what the fuck you tryin to do?" "Mandemowdemendeabew." Barells in your mouth bullets in the shed the back of you necks all over the shed Boom Shocka Boom chop chop bang I'm 2 dope and it aint no thang. To cut a chicken triggers clicken blow off his head but his feet still kicken. Last as long as you can my man cause when that chicken head hits the fan you got blood guts fingers and toes blood guts fingers and toes sitten front row at the chicken show so (CHORUS) Went to Kentuky I got lucky met this hot colerd b*tch namend Bucky ridin on a chicken milken a cow hitten the switches in a drop top low ride tracter. Red neck fella moom shot cella hangin by his neck bones chiken bones locked in the cella yellow belly chicken plucker ya red neck f*cker (CHORUS)

(4) Mr. Johnson's Head Sittin in the class with my head on my desk. Teachers tryin to talk but I could give a f*ck less. I'm staring at the freak that I know I'm in luv with but she don't even know my name it's always been the same. I just lay my head down and drown in my spit. Nobody even notices that I'm here cause I ain't sh*t. I'm hearin voices but I don't know what they sayin. Sweat is on my forehead cause my brains inside decayin. And this b*tch that I luv probably don't have no idea. She's talkin to her friends and I'm in the corner and I see her. Somthins happenin but it isn't clear sounds like a bell sounds like an electric chair. Next thing you know I'm walkin in the hall so many different faces that I throw up on the wall. Some yellen sick and the others stop and stare. I don't care I'm in a hurry goin no were. See my head is spinnin cause I'm lonly and I'm twisted. But I have a secret see everybody missed it. Just a nobody and I think its a drag. But I've got Mr. Johnson's Head in my book bag. (CHORUS)I couldn't stand the pressure not another day I didn't like the f*cker Mr. Johnson anyway. I sat up in his class he hung a rebble flag I cut the bigits head off and I stuffed it in my bag.(2X)(END CHORUS) I wish sombody knew me so they could say I'm wrong. Sence nobody knows me I got it goin on. I'm starin at the clock I listen for the tock. I got a couple food stamps folded in my sock. I guess I'm just aghost cause everybody walks through me. If I died in class they would probably say they knew me. Or they wouldn't care they wouldn't even move. A dead body rotten in the back of the room. For weeks and months stinking up the class. Untill sombody noticed then they'd throw me in the trash. I can hear the teacher man talkin about Columbus he nuthin but an old dead f*ck with a cumpas. Ran up to the beach threw everybody off. Then he claimed discovery and know we all aplaud. I don't givae a fuck to learn your all goin to hell. I'm trapped in my brain and my mind is my cell. But I have a key it's calle insanity. I stick it in my brain to unlock eternity. I'm just a nobody I think it's a drag but I've got Mr. Johnson's head in my book bag.(CHORUS) No but they could sit and front about it all day. But I left his fucken body in the hallway. And in the mournin they opend up the door. And seen his mutha fucken carces layan on the floor. They could never suspect me I'm just a nerd. I try to speak my word and it alway's goes unheard. I could chop my arms off and run around the class. I dout they'd even notice but I'd be dyin fast. Cuz they'd rather learn about a rd neck checker. Who owned a couple slaves bu I guess it doesnt matter. F*ck Washington Benjamin fuck em' all out the can suck my nuts till the woulden teeth fall out. And the class want's to know whoo coult it be. But I'm like Dewi Boondie you never herd of me. I'm just a nobody and I think its a drag. But I got his mutha f*cken mellon in my book bag. (CHORUS)

(5)Southwest Song That dairy smoke and chokin pain cause delray funk is in my brain. So I brake brake the law but I'm not to blame, you only know my place you don't know my name. Well I grip the fence and I bend the steel and I steel a car and I grip the weel then I park the car and I steel it again cuz I really don't know what's happenin. I wait for night to fall then I run outside then I run back in cause I don't want to die. See the air alone can corrupt your brain the smoke fills the sky and up to block the rain. And I pray to god to help adjust the fog I look over me cause my brain is fried. I don't have a name I don't have a home I just lay alone on my bed of stone. See death awaits me on anarrow path. When I stop to think I can only laugh. Cause I'm not alone it didn't take me long. See everybody's singing that southwest song. Some say I'm real some say I'm fake. I really don't care cause it's all to late. See my mind is weak and I'm loosin breath. As I crawl I can feel the death. Every where I go I bring with me pride. Then I pay the carney and I take a ride. But see the weel is wicked and it spins me death. So I try it again with what pride is left. If we have to go then take me fast. See I started under and I'm sinking fast. When the jokers card is missin from the deck then you know the rope has finally cought my neck. Hey don't look now there I go again it's me and the grim reaper best of friends cause he's waiten around for me to die. We shot a game of pool he's not a bad guy. I feel I'm in the corner of a circul room it's about 13 in the afternoon. Then I see the strain as I walk along. I notice everybody's singing that southwest song. If my time has com then I'm ready to go shoot me in the fave with your 44. When I'm fallin down to my sorry last deat I'll laugh with my very last breath. Ha Ha Ha. Loos or win thats how it goes I've been down and out I've took many blows. There's nothin here I ain't seen before I'm just a Juggolin juggala juggolen more. You want to run the world you want meet a girl and settle down. You want to start a family in your own home. I want to run with a set of the getto's on. See the books is up see the books is down I'm a wicked clown so don't f*ck around cause my brain is gone an it's on it's way. I'm exploden so get off me dog. Well I could be rite and I could be wrong if I ain't dead now then it wont be long. It does not matter what set you on. Tonight everybody's singing that southwest song.

(6)Get Off Me Dog Mutha f*cka's tweak at a tweak why ya tweak golly gosh willy cause me oh my, my oh me get off me dog before I stain your chin I let my nutsack flap in the wind. Cause I'm 2dope clown love for g and in 1 chop 2 point boom chop 3 in the melone in the back of the melon. 1 black 2 black eye balls swellon. Always back for take it back is more to lourty. Sippin on a blunt puffin on a 40 oty o 2 mutha f*ck me f*ck me or Franky they call me Jelly Jello boy cause my nutsack jiggles and when it's cold out my nutsack shrivles it crawls up my booty hole warm and snug and gets chased out by the booty hole bug. God damn I aint who I am I'm always f*ckin big fat b*tches named Pam. 19 years of breathin smogg got me mentol so get off me dog.

(7)Who Asked You Wicked times wicked times(4X) Drink my last drop of dead body stew. Paint my face creep up and say boo. Nobody knows whats in my box. Walk around town with my guts hangin out. Chew on toes f*ckin dead hoes. Bark at the moon everytime the wind blows. Why do I do the things that I do? Who are you? F*ck you and fuck Jerry Lou to. F*cked your mudda at the motel 8. Fingers in her booty strawberry shake. Daddy walks in ad sees the sick clown. Movin his butt cheeks up and down. Make the Mac and Jump Steady rude boy Reges, Kathy Lee. I make rap rymes and make quick buck. And everybody sucks my nuts shucks. F*ck Jazzy Jeff f*ck Jack Jones. F*ck Jazzy Jeff Jimmy Jack bone. Why do we do the things that we do? Who the mutha f*ck asked you? Why do we do the things that we do?(4X) Never had life always been dead got a metal plate in the back of my head. Lemon drops lick lollie pops. I f*ck red neck b*tches at truck stops. Clown colors much clown luv. Found a dead body in the bath tub. MMM grup. F*uck cop pork chop jiffy pop top. Grew another head and I had it nocked off. But we still cool. Tock ticky tock I picked up a clock. My ding a ling swings when I run down the block. No I don't sing in a rock band. F*ck John Wayn f*ck Wayne Newton f*ck to snewton John Hooton and he tootin. Why do we do the things that we do. Now who the f*ck asked you b*tch. (CHORUS)Why do we do the things that we do.(END CHORUS)(13X) (8)THE DEAD ONE Guess it all began when the bullet finally struck I walked away harmless it must of been good luck or maybe I'm dead. Im sorry but your dead. Strange things have happened sence this day occured I could hear a cold whisper in my every word its tellin me I'm dead. I'm sorry but your dead. I'm feelin so stiff when I walk out the house and my tounges so dry I think its rottin out my mouth don't tell me a I dead. I'm sorry but your dead. My boyz all stare at me I wonder what they think They don't blink and my teeth keep poppin out I stink ahh tell me am I dead. I'm sorry but your dead. My souls so heavy that it draws me to the floor. I can hear these demons knockin at my door. There laughin at the dead. I'm sorry but your dead. NO NO

(9)MY FUN HOUSE Rich boyz in trouble car broke down on a drive through the getto. All the wierd people gotta get the f*ck out. Need to use the phone then step into my fun house. Hey yo dope looks like we gotta nother he looks like he wants to go for a ride on the neck cutter. Straight to the cart for the death spectacula killa just ignore the dead body sittin next to ya. Get ready for the carnival thrills should of left you mutha f*ckin a*s in the hills. Boom through the door into the room got a jacket on its where we cut your fingurs off and stick em' in your mouth. That should show ya that your greedy little rich f*ck. If you f*ck with the juggla your a dead duck. 8 fingures in your mouth and 2 sticken out your noce. Further down the hall the room of juggalos its where you get bit by 17 dead boyz never found. And they jump on your back till your ribs crack. Toss ya in the cart and push ya down the delly track. Spinnin and twisten, rollin and bumpin. The dead f*ck next to ya is tryin to tell you somthin. Listen close you can bearly make it out. "B*thch you aint sh*t in Violent J's fun house." "Help me I'm trapped in hear sombody let me out." Sorry b*tch the luck of the draw. Now Violent J's gonna have to ice your jaw. Smack bang snip boom. "Send that mutha f*cka off to the next room." Crash through the wall on the winedy spinny trail. Through the loopty loop into a big nail. Straight through his left eye and out the back of his head. "Is he dead." No, guess he gets to go to the next phase. It's the room of giggles cause of your ways. You like to sit and laugh at people while thay suffer. Now I get to sit and laugh wile I stick your muther. It's the fun house b*tch everythings funny. You act like whippin on your a*s aint funny. And the ride of your life only gets faster. "Off with the RRINGMASTER." I take my bullet gun and shoot your f*ckin mouth off. Then on with the next room it's called the chicken pen. And its a little trip to the bigits of the south. We take a dead chicken and shove it in your mouth. And we stuff it down your throught with a pitch fork. Cause your a bigit and thats what you get for it. Now I kick your sorry a*s and throw it out. Cuz I don't need your dead body stinkin up my fun house. "Yeah wich a*s stich a*s b*tch a*s hoe take it to my luved ones to get your head chopped off in Violent J's fun house so don't fuck with the wicked clownz you punk a*s b*tch.

(10)FOR THE MAGGOTS One for the maggots pump it's lite every time this girl gets into a fight. If I some how get somped or kicked I'm commin for your a*s with an ice pick prick. 1 for the maggot 2 for the b*tch 3 for the brick that smacks your lips caus you's a sneaky creepy hoe. So don't f*ck around no more yo. 1 for the maggots weak a*s pets who sell of boyz for a b*tch they just met and then try to come crawlin back b*tch you can juggle my nutsack hoe. 1 for the maggots punk f*ck you try to be like everybody that you ever new try to be somebody that you not. B*tch thats how you get shot and left for the Maggots.

(11)WAGON WAGON If I'm gonna die I'm goin out ridin the wagon. Here it comes the horrifying midnight wagon saggon lagon dead bodies draggen. On a piece of string flap around and sing. Now shut your a*s up and let the juggala sing. It's the Insane Clown Posse comin through. Lookin for the hickies and the prickys and your a*s to. Everybody gets a ride on the ghost car it don't matter who you are. We goin straight to hell and it ain't far Mr. Navers you seem to be the kill-joy so get your a*s in fat boy. You can sit up front with the Ringmaster with the Ring-a-ling-a-ding-a-ping-master. And get your mutha f*ckin neck chopped off. And your funky a*s body gets dropped off. In the gutter the wheel keeps rollin. Throwin heads out the back nugget bullet from the (CHORUS)Wagon Wagon dead bodies draggon are you down with the clown with clown luv. Wagon Wagon dead bodies draggon every dead f*ck in the city comes to ride the Wagon Wagon dead bodies draggon mac jump steady and the rude boy ride the Wagon Wagon dead bodies draggon don't miss your chance(END CHORUS) The exaust pipe is drippen out a delly fire. I found and old dead drunks in the trunk. Next to the spare tire. And it's mufflin the sound throw the b*tch out and the fun pounds. Yo some say it's just a hurse, but it's much worse it's an old dead bucket with a clown curse. Long dark very spooky scary. I drink an old 40 by the full of bloody marry. Why? Cause I'm Violent J sick in the nug-bone I make strange sounds. Clownz with frowns brake it on down brake it up to the break of dawn look out your window it's the wagon in your front lawn. A boom a buk a boom baa. We do the dance of death till ya get in the car. Then I pull your tounge out your mouth and slap you in the face with it. And say the joker did it. (CHORUS)In the Wagon Wagon dead bodies draggon ladies and gents it's your turn to ride in the Wagon Wagon dead bodies draggon If you got a minute why don't you stop in and ride the Wagon Wagon dead bodies draggon I'm a dead body so you know that I luv to ride in the Wagon Wagon dead bodies draggon now is your chance.(END CHORUS) We don't do drive by's in the instead we just get out and stab your f*ckin a*s. And it aint no tellin how many clownz inside I told you 17 but I lied. Cause I'm wicked and I'm wield wicked wield. I cought a wield dear and I rode it home from bell isle. I play the organ like an old mental case. I can freek the chellow like Chris Kelly. I'm base in the wagon I throw fingures out the window. And when I roll down the window you can smell the indow. But it aint mine it blongs to the stiff over there puffin on the Jim Square. Heavy long rumblin tumblin step into my ride and your a*s goes stumblin out the back with your neck in a rut. Got to get home before the sun comes up. (CHORUS) Wagon Wagon dead bodies draggon come down stand in line everybody loves to ride in the Wagon Wagon dead bodies draggon Your momma is a b*tch and she swings on my nuts Wagon Wagon dead bodies draggon if you miss the bus don't be afraid come on and ride the Wagon Wagon dead bodies draggon it's your last chance.(END CHORUS)

(12)THE LOONS "Hello" "Neck cutter" "Parden" "Neck cutter" "Who is this?" "Neck cutter" "Who do whant to speek with?" "Your neck" "What?" Neck cutter" "Hello?" "Neck cutter Neck cutter Neck Cutter Neck cutter" Little miss mufit oh she never had a clue. About what the psyco pathic wicked clown was gonna do. Creepin through the yards underneath the moon. Only 3 blocks away the Juggla loony toon. Listen to the pain listen to the one they call the Violent J insane. Listen to me duck as I dash through the night. I can see the shadow of the moon in my butcher knife. What in the world has created this monster see me later with a dead body in the dumpster laughin in your castle but I can't cross the moat then I take a boat and cut your f*ckin throat. I'm gettin closer so I crawl under a house. I'm waiten for the car to pass and then I crawl back out. Another block down just a little way to go. (CHORUS)(phone rings) "Hello" "I'm the neck cutter and I'm 3 blocks away(3X) Violent Violent Violent J. I'm the neck cutter and I'm 3 blocks away(3X) J J Violent J(END CHORUS) I can hear the crickets and the creatures of the night. You can hear me drag my foot and scrape my butcher knife. I can hear the owl as it churps a wicked toon. You can hear the loons the loons the loons. Listen to the little pitter patter of my feet. As I howl like a dog and I'm runnin down the street. Hiding in the trees hiding in the bushes your sittin on your couch and Im underneat your cushion. Stab you in the back why not your little govener is takin everything I got I can't feed a family I cant feed a dog so I cut your f*ckin head off hey. Wicked wicked jockers and you know we should improve. Jumpin over roof tops jugalaga move. Tell me have you ever seen a getto freek show.(CHORUS) You can think I'm joken on my joker while you laugh. I'm comin to your house I'm gonna cut your neck in half. Every where I go the reaper stays on me cause the f*cker knows I'm always leavin dead bodies. I can see him standin at the end of the block. Cause somebodies clock is runnin out of tock. Slip through the cracks and the walls of the eve. All of justifies the punishment it recieves. Every thing you've done to me is out of hate I'm beggin on my knees and I slam your golden gate So I picked myself up and took your money stack and stuffed your f*ckin neck. Slowly only go where the night air is calm. I might stop and chill and drink a 40 on the lawn. Ready before I step to the front door. (CHORUS) (Door bell) (whispers) "Neck cutter" (door opens) (bullets) "Honey, honey I got em' wew hoo I got him in his f*ckin head. He wont be comin around here no more.

(13)LOVE SONG "Hello baby. I was thinkin about you so I wrote this song I like to dedicate it to the love that is expressed between you and I. So please sit back and enjoy. Hey yo b*tch come over here and let me kick it to ya. Try to stick my nuts in ya then I never knew ya. Cause your ugly and I know you can't hide that so what you look like a chicken with a hunch back oh. I know that you from down south if you talked like it I'm a smack you in your mouth b*tch I admit it I'm quick to hit a woman hey but that's ok cause b*tch I'm Violent J. And I'm a Southwest mac daddy jugalo and you nuthin but a 2 bit stankin hoe. But I luv you and I hope you realize that I don't care about the hair growin out your back. Smoke a nice blunt drink some mad dog through the night and your ugly b*tch turns into Karen White. And I stick my wing wang in the middle I like a filthy a*s hoe that kinda makes your nuts shrivel. (CHORUS)B*tch I'm knockin at your door let me get some neddin hoe. B*tch your ugly thats ok I'm gonna hit it any way.(2X)(END CHORUS) I guess you want me to take you on a big date but what your sayin don't sound all that straight. All I want to do is feel your butt and squeeze your titties cause I can't feed your fat a*s on a buck fifty. Lets make luv my sweet little dove. I wouldn't get near that neddin without a glovecause it's rats and spiders up there hittin that will take the curl out your nut hair. I smack your tittie and it claps when it hits the other. But I don't want em clappin to loud it'll wake your mutha. B*tches alway's front like they don't wanna let ya hit it, but then they always screemin banchies when your gettin with it. So don't fake the f*ck I'm nuthin but a getto punk. All I'm tryin to do is stick it in your fat rump. So get out them dirty a*s droars and come and twist my balls cause I love you. (CHORUS)

(14)BUGZ ON MY NUGZ Well I don't understand a phenomenon. We f*ckin these hoes that look like spelominon. Rich boyz thinkin that it sh*t but I like f*ckin crack head and tit. I'd do it in the drop of a dime but I get the scabies most everytime. So lets talk about my nutsack I don't front Jack I got bugz on my ball sack. Well I'm Violent J and I aint no b*tch. I'm always quick to tell ya when my nuts itch. Cause b*tch if I'm itchin when I come home drop a brick in my sock and smack it up your dome. YOu didn't think nothin of it just let me stick it probably should have known thaught I herd crickets in your neddin but I wouldn't say nothin though. Wouldn't say nuthin till I'm done nuttin hoe. And I'm tryin to sleep and my nuts up watchin t.v. And they try to walk to the store and get a 40. Howed these bugz get on me? Somebody asked me how I got scabies probably that homeless fat red neck bag lady that I f*cked in a shack and the little critters on my ding-a-ling said (CHORUS)"Your nuts we want your nuts we'll itch and scratch and bite your nuts. Your nuts we want your nuts please oh pleas f*ck dirty butts. Your nuts we want your nuts we'll itch and scratch and bite your nuts. Your nuts we want your nuts please oh please f*ck dirty sluts"(END CHORUS) "Furs on my boots and I don't give a hoot cause I got me a purty womans love." I met this b*tch and went up in it droped her off went to the clinic. B*tch I got me sugz on my siznac. So tell me whats up with that. Should have told me about your bug problame. "Know I'm a have to slap you in your mouth b*tch." I can't keep my mutha f*ckin hands out my drawers. Put a roach motel up under your balls. Nah I'd rather stick em' in a deep fry and sizzle those mutha f*ckas off my wang. So you want to f*ck around always gotta buck around lift up your ding-a-ling nuthin but a buggy thump now they call ya funky butts scratchin and bittin them then they call ya monky nuts but I aint sayin nuthin cause ya aint playin nothin bring the track back to the nutsack track. Then I try to rap cause the bugz are bittin. But I aint goin out like a b*tch yo f*ck that. Stick em' in a blender and hit the switch.(ahhhhhhhh) Then I hit the b*tch smack this bump in the back of the dumpster. F*ckin the roaster jugg-a-laga-hoster had to take a p*ss so I pold out my wan. Then I herd my ding-a-ling sang.(END CHORUS)

(15)HOUSE OF MIRRORS Ladies and gentelmen the house of mirrors. For just 1 day venture through this wonderful exibit. See yourself in all the wierd shapes and sizes. You young man would you like to go in the house of mirrors? "Yeah I wanna go in" Well ok have a good time son and good luck findin your way out. "Hey wait a minute I don't like it here." Step inside come my way this here is your fatal day. You have laughed they have cried know your life has been denied. Look into the big mirror your reflection is so clear. Devil's head rotting flesh with the snakes inside your chest. In the mirror you can't hide you've been granted Jakubs ride. Whipping fear spinnin pain all your cryin is in vain. Your the b*tch you never knew this reflects the things you do. Others starvin down the block Richies heart is like a rock. How can I make a law I'm just here to break your jaw. House of glass down and up you might get your a*s kicked. Mirror of life mirror of pain death I wave my magic cane. Your last words are those of fear. But they go unheard in the house of mirrors. (CHORUS)Mirror mirror on the wall whose the wickedist of all? 3 blinde mice deepest fear welcome tho the house of mirrors.(2X)(END CHORUS) Magic wand magic mirror timeless classes death is near death is hear death is on. My king bishop takes your pawn. You can't brake house of mirrors thats bad luck for 7 years. Only in my wicked realm of thee I'm told now I fold thick and back what you do by your richie home or 2. Even though some down and up you keep or chew can live without. Your the beast you never knew this reflects the thing you do. Others starvin down the block Richies heart is like a rock. 1st I grab then I stab cut you up into a slab grind and twist flick my rist toss you in the magic mist. Look into halls of glass every mirror shows the past. With no luv you kick us in the face now your palce is in the house of mirrors.(CHORUS) Welcom to the house of mirrors Mr. Exam explain to me why the ICP should let you live. As I look on I see this image in your reflection a bigit undercover show onto affection to the gettos in the hood. Just look at ya you think that for us your too good claimen all you got you could die tomarrow. And when that sh*t happens theres no pitty and no sorrow. Cause refuse to lift a hand and you know its a blessen to help a brother man stand. And if I were you I'd feel myself knowin I was sufferin let another near my wealth. You just gotta let me fall. Yo Violent J. What up? Bash that head against the wall. Don't let em' run for the door. Where you goin b*tch? Make him detour to the sewer. And lets wash away his bigit sins while we welcome in some more of this bigit a*s frieds. And let them see waht there really like hit high ridin the bands and I'm a clown ridin a bike. So look closely in the mirror your the beast you never knew so be the next to volentere to ive in the hood with the ICP. Yo J throw away the key to the house of mirrors.(CHORUS)

(16)RINGMASTER'S WORDS I have a purpose(9X) Take your fill mine stab me go on strike my heart.(2X) I have a purpose(4X) Such things can't exist.(2X) You will tell them of me and how 1 day I will come for them.(2X) I have a purpose.(3X) You wake up in bead I will lean over and genly bit your neck. I have a purpose.(7X) You will tell them of me and how 1 day I will come for them.

ALL SONG WRITTEN BY THE INSANE CLOWN POSSE

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