LP - FORGOTTEN FRESHNESS (VOLUME 02) (54:56)     01 -  Mr. Johnson's Head (Remix) (6:11) 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 very 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 lonely 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. 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 rebel flag I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag.(2X) I wish somebody 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 a ghost 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 somebody 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 compass. Ran up to the beach threw everybody off. Then he claimed discovery and know we all applaud. I don't give 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 called 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. 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 rebel flag I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag.(2X) 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 opened up the door. And seen his mutha fucken carcass layen on the floor. They could never suspect me I'm just a nerd. I try to speak my word and it always goes unheard. I could chop my arms off and run around the class. I doubt 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 but I guess it doesn't matter. F*ck Washington Benjamin fuck em' all out They can suck my nuts till they wooden teeth fall out. And the class want's to know who could it be. But I'm like Dewy Boondie you never herd of me. I'm just a nobody and I think its a drag. But I got his mutha f*cken melon in my book bag. 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 rebel flag I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag.(2X)   02 - Clown Love (3:45) Gangsters bangin Nuts straight hanging Chillen in the alleyway Signs straight beemin Up in the air I hear they don't care Get your mutha fucken melon busted for a stare Luv pumpin through the heart, flowin through the veins Pop a mutha fucka like it aint no thang Blood shit eyes from puffin on the bud Let me see that rag, let me see that luv Roamin through the hood top cut down Car packed so full it's fucken on the ground Max with the homies spitten on the hoes Stop in the store for a cold 4-0 Grabbin on your balls Straight slanging stalls Fuck the gang squad tryin to take me out my home Check my neck and I got yours Cuz roll with yourself and keep that clown luv Throw your signs in the air What's that? I don't check, I don't care Cuz I'm down with the clown everywhere Cuz much clown luv is in here (2x) Hey homes what set your clame? I'm in the rhymin game Wicked Clown Banging I'm just a mutha fucka that's down for the cause You can suck on my balls, unless you got clown luv Put 'em up Throw 'em up Let me see them mutha fuckas Flip 'em up Flip 'em down Flip 'em around Mutha fuckas mind all warped From breathin all the smog I'm all up in the shit, like if my name was frog Damn I heard a shot, but I got luck The mutha fuckas missed it's time to shoot 'em up Here come the sirens I hear 'em gettin close Here come the squad, it's time to get ghost If you wanna stay you get beat by a pig Fuck that shit cuz were I live My boys got my neck and I got there's Cuz I'm true to myself, bitch Clown Luv Throw your signs in the air What's that? I don't check, I don't care Cuz I'm down with the clown everywhere Cuz much clown luv is in here (2x) Hey what the fuck you Lookin at mang My rag, my flannel, or the club in my hand? Well here go ahead, take a closer look Thanx for the wallet bitch Give me them ducats, mutha fucken child To buys doing other things like hangin with my mob Crew got my neck, well push come to shove Never sell out yourself, and keep that Clown Luv Throw your signs in the air What's that? I don't check, I don't care Cuz I'm down with the clown everywhere Cuz much clown luv is in here   03 -  Hokus Pokus (Headhunta'z Remix) (3:57) Serial Slaughtering' Stranglers, Jugglin' Jugulin' Juggulas, Fall-in, fat floppy titty freaks...IC fuckin' P's in the Haugh!(Hoo Hoo!) Abracadabra, boom shaka day, I'm Violent J, and I'm back like a vertebrae. And I come with a hat full of tricks, Trunk full of faygo, car full of fat chicks. Ha Ha-Ha Ha Ha Ha-Ha-Ha, fuck you. Wicked Clowns, we'd like to say what's up, to the Cobras, X-men, and Counts, And everybody with clown love, even sucks I never heard of. Roll into town, and out with the big top, Four cards down, and two more still to drop. And when it does, I'd pack up and hit the road, Cuz I don't wanna see your head explode! Toss me an ax, and I'll toss you a dead chicken, Add a buck, ya get a two liter wit' 'em. And when the genie says on with the show, it's Hokus Pokus Joker's, Great Milenko. (Once again, It's the psychotic carnival creatures in the ha...) Hokus Pokus Joker's ride, Come take a spin on a carny-ride (Southwest slivering snakes of darkness.)(w/Milenko echo) Hokus Pokus Joker's ride, Come take a spin on a carny-ride Shazaam, Bam! Shaka-laka lokey, Shaggy the clown back like scoliosis, Call me a psycho-skitzo-freak, and I'll call you by your name! (Dick anus) Cuz I could give two shits and a fuck, I bounce down Frimmer in a popcorn-clown truck. I'm a circus ninja southwest voodoo wizard, I grab ya gizzard! Jump on the carpet, let's take a spin, Everybody's waitin' for the show to begin. Up to the top, by the neck, and let ya go, (Wow!) Try to land in a glass of faygo! (UH!) You suck! Ya missed the fuckin' glass, Broke ya neck, and busted ya fuckin' ass, But the genie says on with the show, Hokus Pokus Jokers, Great Milenko! (What awaits you after death? Rub the lamp and explore!) Hokus Pokus Joker's ride, Come take a spin on a carny-ride (Enter Milenko's funhouse! Walk right through the wretched hall!)(w/Milenko echo) Hokus Pokus Joker's ride, Come take a spin on a carny-ride F-F-Fuck off! F-F-Fuck off! Clown dog...Freak dog... Joker dog...Milenko dog... (Visions of Joker cards flashing in your mother's face!) Hokus Pokus Joker's ride, Come take a spin on a carny-ride Rude boy and Chunky, down wit' the clown, First time we ever went to Mexican town. I remember, we couldn't pay the bill, they got hot, And beat us down in the fucking parking lot! (Fuck you!) Tall Jess, Jump Steady, and Nate the Mack, Tagged ICP by the train tracks! And it was on, the dawn of a new day, Magical carpets creepin' down the freeway. (Hoo Hoo) Walked in a gypsy's tent with a food stamp, And walked out with a magical limp, yeah, I met Milenko, he gave me three wishes, That night, I fucked three fat bitches! Stank, get the fuck wit' it, forget it, I'll rip ya face off, and wipe my ass wit' it! When the genie says on with the show, It's Hokus Pokus Jokers, Great Milenko! (Primal order, magic train, come join us in song!) Hokus Pokus Jokers Ride Come take a spin on the carney ride (City to village, hamlet to town, the show must go on!)(w/Milenko echo) Hokus Pokus Jokers Ride Come take a spin on the carney ride (Giant ladies, bearded ladies, radiant ladies! Ladies?) Hokus Pokus Jokers Ride Come take a spin on the carney ride (Clouds of darkness, and underneath them come the clown!) Hokus Pokus Jokers Ride Come take a spin on the carney ride FUCK THAT   04 - Red Christmas (4:28) Jiggle my mutha fucken balls bitch Insane Clown Posse back in this mutha fucka Hey yo Violent J, what up? It's Christmas, time for a sadah Maybe your wife, maybe your daughter It's midnight, I land my sleigh Make way for jolly St. J Climb down the chimney, for the murder Dressed as the fat man everyone's heard of Shimmy down, shimmy down, what the fuck? Somebody help me, I'm stuck Now what to do? I feel whack I got stuck in a chimney stack But I hack And shimmer on down Santa Claus Clown Can't fuck around, now Livingroom, shhh, I creep Tiptoe's cuz they asleep I pulled out the ax and slid down the hall I got a gift for all of ya'll What's that? I better hide quick Oh fuck, it's the real St. Nick And he musta been taken a shit But regardless, I better move quick, now So I jumped him, Santa's no joke Fucked around got my damn neck broke He strap, shot, he didn't miss (Gunshots and ho ho ho) "I'm dreaming of a dead Christmas, the kind you'll never have again, cuz if you have a dead Christmas, that means your dead and that's the end" Have a merry Christmas you fuckin chump, Seasons greatings loser, Yo 2 Dope kick it! Jack Frost nibbles, he but fuck that I aint got a home so he nibbles on my nutsack And my buttcrack, toes, and elbows My nutz is froze Fuck you hoes So I made a friend like me, a snow man He was down with the clown like a blow man Had a hat and eyes outta charcoal And a pipe, we fill it with endow Me and him sang songs in the snowflakes He ate snowballs, I ate cornflakes And we both would freeze are ballz off I was there every time his head fallz off I put it back on for him with a smile He was my boy, made from a snow pile Then the storm came, a blizzard Snow, wind, ice, a blizzard We pulled through we hid in an alley The next day it was like sunny valley He was meltin I was just fine He got pissed and pulled out a nine "If I'm gonna die you should come with me Cuz we boyz" (gunshot) It hit me Damn I'm dien, I'm dead he got his wish And all I got was another red Christmas "Sighlent night, Violent fight Now I'm dead One to the head Christmas this year seemed so whack" Happy New Year bitch boy I got a new Years resolution For your chicken ass mutha to kiss my mutha fucken ass, Woo! Jingle Bellz, Jingle Bellz jingle all the way Pass your fucken mom up it's the ICP don't play, hey Wicked Clown, Wicked Clown bitches drop your drawers Don't talk back just suck my sack and fiddle with my ballz Yeah, ICP, Southwest for life, Christmas time know what I'm sayin, Mr. Chris Cringle, you fat bitch, mutha fucka never came, shit, I'm a slap your across your red ass face mutha fucka, ugh Southwest down 05 - House of Wonders (3:09) So there you are, your sittin there just kinda chillen A richie boy, you look a little bit like Dillon The 90210 bitch with the funny hair So I'm a change a few things around here and there Start with your eyes, I pluck 'em out your head And pull your ballz out your sack and put 'em there instead Then I'll stab all your toes and stick 'em in your noes And pull the hair out your head untill your skull shows Yeah I'm a psychic I gotta fix you for the show tonight But your lips man they need to look right They could be a little fatter, even more So fucken fat that your lip is dragen on the floor Tie your tongue into a knot and stretch it out And tack a sign on it tellin what your all about Set you up cuz now your ready So open up the door Cuz at the House of Wonders your the freak show Carnival Thrills Carnival Chills Carnival Excites you Carnival Kills Ah, ooh, ah, oh Another freak show from the jagalagalo (2x) So there you are Come on in chicky wow, ain't you a pretty? I stick a dart with the silicone and see your tity I pull it out, put it in your forehead and cheek So now you look like the elephant bitch freak Don't try to run chicky poo, I'm just gettin started I beat your head in with the brick untill your half retarded Remember the ugly girl you laughed at, at the prom? Don't try to laugh now bitch you look like her mom It came to Tuesday but it's starin at I stuff you full of chilli cheese dogs and make you fat Then I strech your fucken lips and stick em in your ear So all the evil shit you talk, only you can hear I shave you bald and glue your tity on the top Then I spin ya on your nipple until you drop Hey, almost read Jump Steady? Open the door Cuz at the House of Wonders your the freak show Carnival Thrills Carnival Chills Carnival Excites you Carnival Kills Ah, ooh, ah, oh Another freak show from the jagalagalo   06 - Mr. Rotten Treats (5:51) Um well J that was an interesting Holloween Story Um anybody else have another Holloween story they'd like to share with the class? I have another one Well you have just told your story J So what bitch, you sit here every day and tell stories I'll tell a story in this mutha fucka J See he doesn't want me to tell my story Cuz he know my story, it's about Mr. Rotten Treats All your parents know my story too They don't tell you about him though Long ago they all killed Mr. Rotten Treats They're scared that you'll talk about 'em, they're scared that He'll come back from the dead, they're all scared he'll cut your fucken ass Welcome too, the other side That's what they told me when I died I was stabbed in the head Look what ya done dead All the blood bled, one juggalo dead It was a cold, dark, scary Holloween night So they came and burn down my world Just because I like to murder they boys and girls It was the Holloween I never ment to harm no one I thought you were supposed to murder it was all in fun I see the monsters and the goblins I'm a killer to But then they call me sick so what was I supposed to do? I come back from the other side I come for the people that took away my life Trick or treat bitch, my dead body speaks You tricked me now it's only right that you try my rotten treats Trick or treat, trick or treat Watch as the dead man walks the street (2x) Mr. Rotten Treats got all the good shit over here boys and girls, I got balls freshly picked form Detroit's biggest nutsacks, I got Milky bar with the delicious razor blade filling I got fudge freshly packed from the worlds rarest fudge packer Must return to the other side But not before I take these bitches on a murder ride Murder go Round the dead body clown Put the treats in your mouth, and swish it around Excuse me little boy, but is your daddy home? Thank you sonny here's a little treat now run along Hey buddy, you thought I was dead, man You probably stuffed the fucken shank in my head It was the Holloween I never ment to harm no one I thought you were supposed to murder it was all in fun I see the monsters and the goblins I'm a killer to But then they call me sick so what was I supposed to do? I see you to the other side Your buddies and your neighbors can come along for the ride Weak bitches, you thought that you had me beat But this Holloween I'm commin back with my Rotten Treats Trick or treat, trick or treat Watch as the dead man walks the street (2x) Mr. Rotten Treats runs this bitch, bitch, I got Fried titty nipples, sweet acid drops, sweet chocolate covered nipple nuggets with the fresh creamy shit filling, ask about my bitch she loves my cookie dough nut dribbles It was the Holloween I never ment to harm no one I thought that you were supposed to murder it was all in fun I seen the monsters and the goblins I'm a killer too But then they call me sick so what was I supposed to do? Welcome to the other side (Trick or treat, trick or treat Watch as the dead man walks the street)   07 - Piggy Pie (Old School) The first little piggy, his house is made of wood, The first little piggy, his house is made of wood, He lives in a chicken turkey piggy neighborhood. He likes to fuck his sister, and drink his moonshine, A typical redneck filthy fuckin' swine! I rode into town with my ax in my holster, Everybody knows about the wicked piggy roaster. The sheriff at the border, he tried to take me out, I drew my ax with the quickness, and cut his adams apple out! Walked in the village, and to the piggy's place, He opened up his door, and shot me in the face. It blew me off the porch, and blew my head in half, But I'm a Juggalo, so it only made me laugh. (Hehe!) Ax in hand, I rose like the dead, And threw with all my might, I made a thump noise off his head. Since we out west, I grabbed the shot gun, And blew his fuckin' tongue out the back of his cranium! Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie. There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy cry. I might use a gun, (No!) I might use an ax, (yes!) The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks! The second little piggy, his house is made of brick, And this little piggy is a mutha fuckin' dick. He lays down his rules and reads you your rights In that funny Lookin car with the little blinkin lights I drive a Voultswagon bug 17 deap Packed full of juggalo's lights out and we creep To the piggy station and lay on the horn First one out we blow his lungs out his uniform Now the air kazoo like Starske and Hutch But there's only 2 of them the rest are out to lunch They call up Dunkin Doughnuts to gather up the rest 25 piggy's with they bullet proof vests Lead 'em on a chase, they blowin off rounds Now they all front cuz we at the carney grounds And they gettin swallowed by they very own greed Dark Carnival and Wicked Clownz cuz we need Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie There's nothin like the sound when you hear a piggy cry I might use a gun, (NO!) I might use an ax, (YES!) The carnival's in town come and get your piggy snacks (2x) The last little piggy, his house is made of gold, He lives in a mansion on his own private road, I started walking down it, the guard he told me wait, I broke his fucken neck in 2 and slammed his nuts in the gate! Cuz this little piggy, must defiantly fry, I'm a lop his nugget off and toss it in the sky. And then I watch the moon take the form of the devil, And pull it out the sky, and beat it with a shovel. People in my city, they fight for they meals, He sleeps on a mattress stuffed with hundred dollar bills. A ritchie is the devil, he never really made it, So I'm a cut his hand off and slap his face wit' it. Opened up his door, he's sleeping in his bed, I grabbed a brick, and roller-laid it upside his head. He begged for his life, I told him it's too late, And tied his neck in a knot and watched him suffercate, cuz I need Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie There's nothin like the sound when you hear a piggy cry I might use a gun, (NO!) I might use an ax, (YES!) The carnival's in town come and get your piggy snacks   08 - I'm Not Alone (5:06) Maggots can't fuck with the Shaggy Cuz I got a crew Bitch, a crew like you aint never even known Carnival freaks from the ghetto zone All waiten for the day to put you in your place I had the fat bearded lady sitten on your face Bitch boy bitchy you might get hurt Dead Carnival clown puttin in w-w-w-work You think you the shit cuz you think you to the upper hand But why don't you come and meet my boy the strong man And he'll grab you by the head and squeeze until it pops And shake your mutha fucken neck until your head flops Cuz I'm runnin with the bianja mutha fucks I'll make a voodoo doll of ya, and flick your nuts See I was born to cause a kid like Carny Ruckus I came out the neden and started to choke ya mutha fuckas I leave the school drop a stick in half way out your dome The worst part is, I'm Not Alone Jokers and freaks deep in the night Thought I was a nerd but ya picked the wrong fight J-J-J-J-J-Jimmy cracked corn but they don't care They bust ya in the mutha fucken mouth with a chair (2x) I'm a nerd, and all the bitches call me a nerdy geek And they would love to stick they thumbtacks on my seat And they would throw they spit balls at the class freak And everyone of them bitches died in there sleep Cuz I fuck around with books and the severed barn Crystal balls, black magic and jokers cards And that night just when I'm feelin lonely The clowns come to my bed and juggle for me So don't fuck with the Shaggs cuz I cast spells And don't come cryin to me when your tongue swells I'm hangin with freak shows, like Crab Boy, Snake Boy, Flipper and Scab Boy And a man who can eat his own fucken face And then shit it out and stick it back into place If you don't think so you can suck my bone Cuz I tried tellin ya man, I'm Not Alone Jokers and freaks deep in the night Thought I was a nerd but ya picked the wrong fight J-J-J-J-J-Jimmy cracked corn but they don't care They bust ya in the mutha fucken mouth with a chair (2x) Well I like to hang with Tall Jess and Jump Steady Nate The Mack and Violent J and Uncle Fredy Chunky Mutha Fucky and Scott got my respect A freak show from the circus that you don't know And I fucked the Lion Lady in the neden hole And sometime she do an acrobatic flip on my nuts And it feels so good So tell your boys that the yellow beats are jump circuits I walk around your neighborhood chokin mutha fuckas I used to be a fool but then the jokers got juice Shit changed when I started hanging out with Zeus And if you take me out you know I'm commin back again With my homeboys Jack and the Cannon Man He come flyin out the barrel doin Mock 9 With his fist commin straight for your spine Never fuck with the Shaggs cuz it's always ticken I throw a curse and turn your ass into a chicken So when you see me by my lonely in the ghetto zone Mutha fucka better realize, I'm Not Alone Jokers and freaks deep in the night Thought I was a nerd but ya picked the wrong fight J-J-J-J-J-Jimmy cracked corn but they don't care They bust ya in the mutha fucken mouth with a chair   09 - $85 Bucks and Hour (With Twiztid) Chillen at the studio Chillen at the studio 85 bucks an hour I'm Violent J but my homies call me shit head But that's my homeis to you I'm Violent J bitch I put my boys on a track even though they suck "Yo dawg I'm Dave and I don't five a fuck" I did a record deal I signed a contract Technically, for Island I can only rap But fuck that, with Twiztid I'm a still spit Even though I got a cold, and I sound like shit What the fuck was that? Fuck it, leave it in, the shit is phat You hear the beat 80 times and it's still freakin And if you notice my shit don't even rhyme Look at that I ain't even got a rap and it's still phat My shit went gold, I got phat knots And your still flyering parkin lots You might say my vocals are up to loud So I'm a turn 'em up louder just to piss you off! Psychopathic records are geniuses Get off are penises Here comes the chorus, but I ain't got a no hook Instead I'll just fuck with the phone book Hello? Yeah, ugh Hairy Sacks please Who's this? Hairy, hey this is slim anus down at the canery Ugh, take shoot at the bulletin Somethin about ugh, you fillin in his slot tonight down at the ugh, garage we got a casement of fudge We need as many packers as we can get Duh, ugh, Sacks Hello? My name is Jamie Madricks and I got fat balls I'm always urinating in the Motel Halls I got a big head that never fits a hat So you aint ever seein me wear a damn thing green bitch I'm far from rich, I got a hooptie With a smash in the fender and the back to I got a broken tail light and I'll smash you Bitch get outta my way we got Clown Love Phat props to the lyrical town dove It's the m-o, n-o, and I can't even spell the rest It takes to long and I need a fucken cigarette I can't hear my right ears mad whack So shut the fuck up or get and ass kicked I slap hoes, and call them bitches to there faces And scream out FUCK OFF BITCH, Twiztid in their place So back off recognize and check this Simply my dear I don't give a FUCK Psychopathic Yo there's more chiles in this peace what's up son? Hello? Yeah what's up son? I'm Lookin for this deal know what I'm sayin? I got raps to bust for ya'll Ya'll ready for Mo Chile's? I'm bout to kick this flow, you ready to kick it or what? Who's this? Were light son, I'm Mo Chiles straight from the hood I got all my peoplez on 1-800 and Chris Shaw We commin home My names 2 Dope and sometimes Shaggy Sometimes Shaggs and sometimes Gweedy I gets mad stupid, I gets mad ill I done it all five, fuck it I do it still Stretch my nuts back like a slingshot and plant 'em in your mouth Shake my hips like Elvis Wigglin my pelvis I skipped a step Apply the camera clutches stretch it back like a mutha fucken bungy jump WHAT? I'm Violent J back to make you smile more I let my nutsack drag on the tile floor I kick free styles for miles My gold comes in piles I worked on Bell Isle I picked up dear shit And now I spit raps I snap your neck Cuz my freestyles are fresh   10 - Holloween on Military Street (5:18) Fuck damnit, another Holloween People on Military know what this means Houses on fire, their blowin up cars Creatures on the streets, and razor blades, and candy bars Went to trick or treat the first house on my block Spit in my face and gave me a rock I tried to give it back and said I'll take nothing instead Turned around and walked away and felt the rock peg me in the head Walked to the next house directly next door And there I found an old lady dead on the floor I said excuse me miss, but do you have a treat? She lifted her leg and scraped flakes off her dead feat I ran to the next house happy and gitty There I seen a fat woman holding up her titty I said "Trick or treat" she said "Treat or trick" And squeezed on her titty until it fucken.....sick The next house I was at back in the woods I was a little frightened but I want the goods I knocked on the door, I heard a knock back And then I heard "Come in" and yo I'm like, Fuck That! This house belongs to Mrs. Cherryspoon She said "Drop your drawers your treat is commin soon" I quickly grew a stiffy but kept my eye's shut A hand came out the mail shoot and flicked me in the nuts I wobbled to the next house ready for the worst And chillen in the drive was a long black hurse I rung the door-bell and said "Is anybody home?" Of course little boy have a sugar coated candy stone I walked in the field and to the next crib It's friendly Mrs. Witherbee in her cooking bib I said "How bout some candy?" She said "How bout instead, a nice hot fresh home made loaf of yiest infection bread" My bag became heavy so I rest on the curb And riding on his bike, here comes little Larry Shurd I snuk up behind him, and kicked 'em off his seat I punched 'em in the neck and power bombed 'em in the street Now my sack of candy has doubled in size Up to the next house for my scary prize I'm like Trick or Treat, Trick, Treat, Ticky, Dink He opened up the door slapped my lips and didn't give me shit Rock through his window and ran across the street To the big mantion I'm in for a treat I dinged on the dong, and here comes the butler A big silpy, tall ass lurch muther fucker I said "Hello Mr. is there somethin for my sack?" He reached into his pocket but I think he hurt his back It's taken him an hour, my bag is open ready Then he finally dropped it in my sack, a fucken penny The next house is abandoned so forget it But wait a minute I think somebody's livin in it I ran up to the porch Trick or Treat you can't hide It was a crackhead he crawled in my bag and died The next house was mine, the last on the block My mothers sitting on the porch shinning up her glock I climbed on the roof with my brother Jump Steady We yelled HAPPY HOLLOWEEN AND CLOWN LOVE TO THE WHOLE CITY Fuck damnit, another Holloween People on Military know what this means Houses on fire, their blowin up cars Creatures on the streets, and razor blades, and candy bars   11 - Dogbeats (5:00) Yeah what you need? Yeah let me get a large order of fries and ugh No fries Excuse me? No fries man Oh, well must be out then All right then give me a large double slam and... Nope What? Can't do it Why not? No meat No meat man damn All right then, I'll take a salad then Better grow yourself one What's that? We aint got no damn salad man Ah, well then what the hell do you have? We got the Dogbeats Oh yeah the Dogbeats huh? Yup All right, then I'll take an order of that to go then Inner City Posse's got the Dogbeats ICP we got the Dogbeats No you don't stop with the funk from the old days Start on your head as the beat plays Yo, the ICP has got the Dogbeats Inner City Posse and were playin for keeps And I know you likin' this funk Cuz I can hear my voice commin out your trunk Of your ride, don't take me for a sucker You leavin untended I'm a take the mutha 2 to the D to the o-p-e Hittin 03 with the ICP I like bass, treble, and the test up Throw kick it in the back of a Sector Bus With that 40-O Or that Straw Bull Shootin' craps in the back of the liquor store And I'm hittin, and we'll keep it at that You out Joe? Nope, 2 Dope at that Rollin and I'm headin for the Clark Park Just finished shootin 8 with the dark shark Seen the freak with the bright white tank top Keep rollin cuz I know I'll see my bank drop Homeboy if you wana keep your ritches Stay the hell away from them more money From the truck to the bikers to the jeeps The ICP has got the Dogbeats Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-yeah Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-Yeah (4x) Street lights glearin off the windshield Mear coke crackers on the general wheel 6 Pack in the back and a dousand Keep the sounds up find skate 1 thousand Dope gotta keep his own style Home made kicken box 4 tendance Posse P make the whole car hopp When we let the bass drop Inner City Posse's got the bad rep Like my man on the cruches took a big step And I can't stand the neighborhood menace So I swell his chin like Rocky Denise Bass in the car somethin stacks I now hear me roamin them Pontiac Everyone's brittle when the bass rocks So I got a little somethin in the glovebox Long black hair with the white rag 40 cent Faygo in a brown bag Jump Steady, Rude Boy, and Nate The Mack Chillen by my side cuz my Posse's stacked I know I'm gettin famous just think for a minute Stole the car radio and my tape was in it Sounds bringin life to the streets The ICP got the Dogbeats Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-yeah Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-Yeah (4x) Inner City Posse got the Dogbeats (HIT IT) (3x) Is in the house Waiten at the light as my bass thumps And I'm gettin jocked by these local chumps They point, they wave, they stare, they look I been jocked so hard I could write a book Violent J down with the pimp daddy's (3x) Smooth plush rides in the velvet caddie's All the way live down Jefferson Inner City Posse's got the best of them With a tape and your system beat ICP has got the Dogbeats Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-yeah Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-Yeah (4x) Inner City Posse got the Dogbeats ICP we got the Dogbeats (4x)   12 - Mental Warp (4:29) Staring at the ceiling, the roof has a face It's telling me I don't belong with the human race He's askin me to join him, in eternal sleep I give him my soul, my body he can keep Reaching just above me , I see my pillow's there But yet I have no head, my head is on the chair I'm starring at my body, I look as if I'm weak So give me back my soul, my body you can keep Sitting on my lawn It's just before dawn I listen to the screaming, another life is gone I'm playing with the children, children of the dead My mother say's their evil, my daddy give a shit Their eyeballs are bloody, their skin is ever pale Their askin me to follow, I shale, I shale They dress me as a clown, I'm screamin as a loon We dance upon the cemetery, underneath the moon Here I come there I go, I'm a night walker I'm starin at you sleepin through your window like a stalker I'm taping on the glass, I lick it with my tongue I notice that the house is vacant, I'm starin at no one I must of fell asleep, I woke up on the floor Underneath the carpet, underneath the boards I'm gagged with a dead rat, I lay for many weeks The rat comes back to life, and is chewing on my cheeks Coming is my helper, tangling my brain Something's very wrong I can't describe this pain I'm calling for my mother, I'm crawling up the stairs My mothers laughing at me, and she's been dead for years I'm falling down the stair case, tumble to the floor I land up in the attic, next to the cellar door I'm play with the pigeons, they tell me many lies They tell me I'll have wings if I let them peck my eyes I hear a woman's voice calling from the dirt I plat my little seed, and slowly she will spurt And now she is a tree, I hear the heart pound I take her in my arms, and we make love to the sound The wind is my ebony blowing evil thoughts Carrying the demons soaring with the heart I put it in my body, the wind will bring the rain Only lay it's demon egg, deep inside my brain They're calling me a killer, I say that I'm not My daddy's tried to kill me ever sence I was a tot By poisoning my bottle, I feed it to my friend Cuz if he dies my buddy our friendship will never end I'm sitting with the darkness, talking to the dark It's singing lullabies, and stringing out the harp I notice that the floor is warm of acid It's cuz I'm sitting in my stomach Mental Warp TOP

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