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The Riddle Box:The Show Must Go On


Awwwwwwwwwww,shit! yo,check it out man,icp back in the haugh man!
violent-j,2 dope, man,wicked clownz,man.ha ha ha!
hey, quick, hurry up,bang.
open your mouth cuz here comes my wang.
I'm violent-j,southwest skitzo.
born in a big top magical-majesto dead-body disco.rappin to the hoochies.
dirty old fat hoe's come up to the smoochies.hoochie-coochie,la la la la la.
i might pull your tongue out your mouth and try to hang ya.it's a full moon and the riddles are calling.three more cards and the skies will be falling.but don't take it from me,i'm just a clown.wicked clown,wicked town,juggalugagluga lick it down,man up till my nuts start singing,dancing,hopping.im a keep bringing riddles and tricks and dead body chicks with the swing of my magical wand,the show must go on.

well it all began when i was young.my feelings were so excited about the rides. everyone was jolly and jittery.i waited for their wackets until well after the night le i was sleeping,i was awoken by a glow appearing.and,looking out,i saw strange men cursing and filthy,setting up their dreary tent.

i'm 2 dope and i sport tight wranglers.don't say a word or i'll kick ya in the neck bitch.everybody 'round,make way for the clown,in new york,in la,in southwest town.walked into el ray,almost got my ass kicked.rather just chill in the yard in my casket.call up the hoe's have 'em swing by the tomb,and get a little stinky stank up in this bitch.
killer clowns kicked out the circus.used to get live let the midget ladie's work this.i was a freak show,they called me the pogo.i can make my ballsack bob like a yoyo.give it up!give it up!southwest looney tune,killed another redneck fun,his head a looney dune,gooney boon,gooney goon,i can hear the loons in my head as i sing my wicked song.the show must go on.

i've never been afraid of clowns but these clowns are different. there was nothing strange about clowns at all.they smiled,they juggled,they laughed,but yet something was terible,terible,wrong.i didn't like these clowns for i saw through them,i knew what they were really like.i knew that this carnival that had come to my village was an evil,evil thing.

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come see the show,big top show,walk hand in hand with the dead carnival.dead carney,carnies,dead juggalos.walk hand in hand with the dead carnival.
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you ask if we gang,do we bang in a gang,mang?do we bang-bang?i'm a gang banger man!i bang in a gang,mang.you can suck my wang,mang.richie-boy,bitchie-boy,it's a southwest thing.serial murderer,southwest maniac,slaughterer,lunitic,high school brainiac,straight a school boy,school kid till i went to school and tried to murder everyone,the show must go on

aged friends are fools,all of them.totally unaware of the evilness within the carnival.eyes reflect stairways into hell,their faces covered in blood.i ran from the carnival grounds and yet every roadand every path lead me right back to the big tent.i had to escape from the strongman,the freak shows ,and the ringmaster.
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heh heh heh heh!
HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH!
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