Carnival Of Carnage Lyrics
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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
"FIRST DAY OUT"
"REDNECK HOE"
"WIZARD OF THE HOOD"
"IS THAT YOU?"
"PSYCHOPATHIC"
"GUTS ON THE CEILING"
"NEVER HAD IT MADE"
"YOUR REBEL FLAG"
"GHETTO FREAK SHOW"
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!
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
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
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-gallactic void G!!! Aw, shit!
Well, they let the gate up so I bail It's been six months pick me up from the county jail
With a smog mother payin' my dues Steel toliets, 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"
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
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
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
Bitch, you's a ho And ho you's a bitch Everybody knows that you's a... 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
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
Bitch, you's a ho And ho you's a bitch Everybody knows that you's a... Funky bitch
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
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
Bitch, you's a ho And ho you's a bitch Everybody knows that you's a... Funky bitch
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 platted 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 'g
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 theives, 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 guarenteed 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
Violent J, Violent J, is that you? I'm on the
microphone, so what'cha wanna do? Violent J, Violent J, is that you? A wicked, wicked
clown painted just for you
I drink Faygo it's only a buck-ten I'm a pour it on your tits when we fucking Cuz I'm with
that kinky shit, ho I can see you butt-naked in your window Shimmy up the house side
dash Now I'm gonna press my nuts on the glass Let me in, ho, don't ya know I'm Violent J
of the ICP, yo I got me a checklins cashing If I could spend it with the hoes I'm crashing
But don't get all geek slut Cuz I'm a buy ya some lava to wash your butt What's this clown
shit about? A knife to your neck and your throats hanging out With a do-me-ray Now it's
about time I say
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? Yeah, let me tell ya what I wanna do Kid Rock, Kid
Rock, is that you? Yo, Nate, Yo, Nate Woohoo!!!
Frontin', they frontin', everybody's frontin' Violent Violent J is gonna tell ya something If
ya know a bitch who got grits Kid Rock, Kid Rock will probably eat that shit
Boohoo motherfucker what'cha cry for I'm that nigga that your bitch would die for The
whore showed up at my front door So I fucked her in the ass and 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 lake side You driving me home, well I meant ta But plans have changed so get your
ass on the centar Ho, this ain't no taxi I be mackin' hoes, they don't mack me
Never slacking, hoes I be macking Kid Rock, Kid Rock Never slacking, hoes I be macking
Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit The funk, the funk from the old days Violent J
serving ghetto hard street shit The funk from the old days
Well, I'm up for the shot in a minute Show me a valley, I might yoddle in it Like somebody
else I know I been to Mount Plen as I've been to Romeomeomeo 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 mother 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 napping So could
ya shut the fuck up with that yapping And your wife's all worked up for nothing She act
like she ain't never seen a wang or something Cuz it really don't matter I'm a show my nuts
to innocent bystander Every fucking day Cuz it's about time I say
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? Yeah, let me tell you what I wanna do Kid Rock, Kid
Rock, is that you? I just said it was motherfucker
Skinny dipping in the pool, you know I drown hoes Fuck them doggie style and play that
ass like a bongo Hit it, hit hi-hit it Hitting homerums and never wimp, 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 I won't pull it out for a cheap joke Instead I 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...
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
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
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
I'm chilling, I'm illing With my guts all over the ceiling
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
I'm chilling, I'm illing With my guts all over the ceiling
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 breif
case 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 own heart
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 penatentuary 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...
Stop the bus, Violent J comes out Barrels to your
chest And blow your lungs out
Motherfuck a fucking hick I'll kick you in the mouth, swell your fucking lips up You
swallow them teeth when I do And me and my boys will run a train on your Felma lip
Then break her fucking back Goddamn bigots ain't all that So I'm a 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 jeck Cut your lights off and if you crawl
back Don't step to the city folk Bitch, that's how you got your titties broke So get back on
your ardvark Don't let me see a bigot coming through Clark Park Cut his neck with my
good blade Thirty-four years old, still in the third grade Yes, speaking on others Look at
your hootnannyass motherfucker And your Billy Bitch hey Fuck both ya and your rebel
flag
Fuck your rebel flag (8x) "Been down south you can't tell me"
Hillbilly hillbilly hillbilly Uncle Willy acting illy Old bitch cooking up fiddles That fuck on
the porch playing the fiddle You know I'd love to show you that ghetto style Take you out
back and throw you in the shit pile Life in the inner city I'd whip your ass, but you're all
shitty and funky Like the pigs you eat Picking that shit off them yellow feet Don't step or
so much as cough Or I'm a shoot you in the back until your chest falls off What you say
ain't always hype So I'm a slap you in the face with a lead pipe Teach the kids what pops
taught you And he's a funky-ass bigot too Fell short other do respect Don't speak when I
slap you 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, I'm a hit ya Take that red neck bitch out with ya Spit on
your rebel rags So fuck you and your rebel flag
Wilbur - I'm a cut his neck Haus - I'm a break his back Guber - I'm a stab his face Jed - I'm
a slit his throat Felma Lou - I'm a fuck her in the ass
"Hillbillies listening down south"
I'm up and I'm headed for the south Finna blow a round of buck shot in your mouth And
blow the back of your fucking neck loose Hillbillies run a rhyme like a headless goose Cuz
you try burning down my cross That's ready racist hick named Haus You sleep in the barn
and you fuck your horse Break to the head, put your back on coarse, yeah But ya know I
chill 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 coolest south team up with the north And blow that
bigot off his fucking horse So put away your goddamn twine Cuz I'm a cut your pipe and
take a little moonshine And drink it all up Barrels to your face and blow your fucking head
off Keep on gunning cuz 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 Zip you up in the bag And I'll shit
on a motherfucking rebel flag Yeah shit on a rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag...
Wilbur - I'm a cut his neck Haus - I'm a break his back Guber - I'm a stab his face Jed - I'm
a slit his throat Felma Lou - I'm a fuck her in the ass
I'm a stab that motherfucker in bitch ah!
Ghetto freak show...
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
I'd rather be dead...ghetto freak show...
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
I'd rather be dead...ghetto freak show
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
