LP - FORGOTTEN FRESHNESS (VOLUME 01) (47:53) 01 - Hey Vato (5:04) If your nuts hang And you bang in a gang Then tell me are you down with the clown? Hey bitch boy What ya doin around here you little bitch? Don't you know your a clown now bitch boy? Forks up, forks down we all got clown love bitch face Hey what's your name? Richie Bitchy, you down with the clown bitchy? You better run your little bitch ass home you little punk ass bitch Smell the air that makes you sick Psycho sick, psycho sick In your town and gets inside your brain Psycho sick insane Who's to blame for what they've done? Not the one, paint the gun I'm the Jogalacaloacroni Best believe me loney Some will say I'm in a gang Gun to bang, nuts to hang Like the wicked jokers down river Quick to cut your liver Sometimes bangers and they doom Boom, boom, boom, shalock-lock, boom I'm the other gang that's the offenda But you best rememba It don't matter which you pick Cuz they sick, psycho sick Now I'll cut your richie ass, up, bitch Cuz they got Much Clown Luv Hey Vato Yo fuck, I guess you don't know, never come around here Hey Vato Damn bitch, its all about clown luv (2x) If your nuts hang And you bang in a gang Then tell me Are you down with the clown? Hey, I like riding on your daughties Drinkin 40's at clown parties Then I go back home to sewer drain Call me shit for brains I'm the joker junkie hobo Fuck a bozo, pack a bobo Whatch me balance a telephone wire Psycho set in fires Caught me naked in a tree Wasn't me I C P Yes I sing in a rock and roll band "Hey dude, what's up man?" B-B-B-B-Boo had to scare ya Rip and tear ya, cuz I dare ya Cuz to body used to like to fuck But now you dissed the buck Buck, Buck, Buck, Bang, Bang, Bang Gang, Gang, Bang, Dental slange Better ask someone about Violent J I got Much Clown Luv Hey Vato Yo fuck, I guess you don't know, never come around here Hey Vato Damn bitch, its all about clown luv (2x) If your nuts hang And you bang in a gang Then tell me Are you down with the clown? Wicked town, wicked clown Lets go ride the murder go round Lunatic, Lunatac Beat you with a cinder block Bitchy hoe, bitchy bitch Smack you cross your fucken lips Jugglers say, talk to much I'm a nail your mouth shut Die and sick of what you said Swing my ax upside your head Place the barrel in your mouth Blow your fucken toncels out I'm a mime watch me go Stue or Franky bitch ass hoe I drop lines, make quick bucks And your daughter sucks my nuts Back to no, jokers wild Yeah I said it, Wicked Wild And I'll cut your bitchy ass, up, bitch A lot of Much Clown Luv Hey Vato Yo fuck, I guess you don't know, never come around here Hey Vato Damn bitch, its all about clown luv 02 - Dead Pumpkins (4:56) J, do you have a Holloween story for the class? Ye-ye-yeah, um there was this boy and he lived in his house and um, he went to bed one day and then when he woke up um, and when he woke up he was, he was up to his head in the dirt and um, he couldn't move and this man came walkin along but instead of the man helping him out the man just started kickin him and kicken him in his face over and over and then he got the lawn mower and then he...... Trick or Treat bone appetite All the little kiddies runnin down my street Gathering candy treats door to door But they walk pass mine, what for? Probably cuz the pumpkins on my porch are real Real human heads carved out with steel Cut out the eyes it takes but a minute Rip out the b-b-b-b-brains and put a candle in it Maybe they leave cuz I take 'em inside Come and meet mother, 2 years ago she died Little boys laugh cuz they think it's just a dummy But then the smell hits 'em, mmm, smells yummy Open your bag and I give you my treat Crusty yellow toes off a dead woman's feat Take me by the hand and I lead you down stairs And that little Jimmy is were you'll spend the next 7 years Starting to weakening chained to the wall Starin at a roach hoping it will crawl Into your mouth for a tasty cuisine Yes my little friend, it's the Dead Pumpkin Holloween Ahhhhh yeah it's that special time of year once again So come to the pumpkin patch and bring your panty sacks So I can shit in 'em you bitch Well I love all the children but I can't fuck around Don't come to my door dressed as a clown Cuz you never know I might take it the wrong way Cuz I'm the real wicked Jugalocaro Violent J Follow you around but I love my Holloween You never get an apple or a purple jellybean Droplets of chocolate a liquarish snack Instead you get a deep friend french poodle nutsack Looking out my door I see no children in sight Perhaps there all dead, yesterday was devils night They burn down the city and they leave the crispy chard I light myself on fire and dance around my back yard All the pretty girlies I can see were your at Sitting on your window I can turn into a bat Watchin you remove all your little clothesy's for bed I crashed through your window and land on your head Drinking the blood that has gone through the bone Now I must leave mothers calling me home Up to the moonlight I'm gone from the scene Peace to Detroit city, and have a Dead Pumpkin Holloween Yeah I'll snatch your little candy bag Only I'm a tie it around your mutha fucken neck And choke you with it wicked clown style Ha ha fuck 03 - Fat Sweaty Betty (4:42) Fat Sweaty Betty you bitch ain't nuthin new Her ma's used to baby sit me back when we was 2 We'd go to the playground and to the skating rink And we'd go under the bleachers and she'd let me hit the stank Well ah, she moved across town and never came back Until the other day I seen her at the Chicken Shack She said her name was Betty I can't believe the shit The sexy little girl is now a fat sweaty beitch She said hey J tell me how you been She had a piece of chicken and it stuck to her chin I told her, hold still and flicked it off her face And said "Betty oh Betty what ya say we leave this place?" I took her back to the crib and hit it all night I let my finger rub across the rippled cellulite Oooooh it was nasty, but I don't let it bother me She rolled over and fucken knocked the wind outta me I couldn't breath she wouldn't stop I'm almost dead I took the lamp and bust it on her fucken head We got dressed I gave her a little kiss good-bye Fat Sweaty Betty, m fat sweaty pumpkin pie Fat Sweaty Betty Tell me when your ready (2x) The big fat flop of shit people call Betty Lots of fat on her back her neck, Sweaty Boogers runnin out her noes and over hung lips Can't tell the difference from her titties to her hips But fuck all that cuz I wanna see the neden I wanna see the cat that cheesy, cheesy, chin Rode my bike to her house, hey yo Betty let me in I'm packin some snack cakes, bitch let me in I can hear commin down the stairs She opened up the door in her mutha fucken underwear's Eew, shit fuck that I'm turnen back But then the door shut and she goin for the cake snack I said relax hoe, I'm hear on business You can have the candy, first you gotta wait a bit I need a favor, come on Betty drop them drawers Ahhhh, I knew it, Betty hair balls Oh, no here come that ass From the top of the dresser with the Yokozuna Splash I wish I never came Oh boy do I wish She Fat Sweaty Betty The Sweaty Fat Bitch Fat Sweaty Betty Tell me when your ready 04 - Willy Bubba (3:39) Ok class please settle down now I'd like you to meat our new studend Ah um, Willy Bubba Willy is from Kentucky Welcome Willy I'll be your teacher My name is Mrs. Felbee Well I dropped out of school but I still hand in the halls So there I was you never guess what I saw Maybe a chicken, I thought it was a duck But it was a redneck fuck, so I walked up Hey Willy Bubba, Hubba, Bubba, Lubba My name is Violent J but my homies call me chicken pluka I been down with the clowns sence day one, it's day two I guess I got some plukin to do In these parts we tie you tot he desk And all line up and take blows to your chest Fist to your chin, kicks to your head Last year we killed ad kid dead, haa, oh my fault Walked into school there's hay in the hallway Leadin to your locker Walk up and sock ya Then bounce your head around the classroom and act nutty The teacher walks in and asks everybody Who kicked Willy Bubba's ass? I did! Did you do it right here in the class? Sure Did! Did you punch him in the face? Did you slap him in the mouth? Did you kick him in the forehead? Yup! Yup! (2x) Willy, Willy, Bubba, Hubba, Lubba, Dubba, Dilly Tell me why you talk to silly, bitch You sound like you came from he land of the bigot's Jolly your dickens The land of the chickens I guess you in season, I'm packin me a 44 Barrels to your head, and blow your face out your ass hole POW! Bitch I'm Shaggy 2 Dope I'm commin for your kid fold You get your chin broke And don't cry, and run to the teach She can't understand your redneck speech If she could, she wouldn't do a thang She's my bitch and she loves to suck my Wang You in trouble Bubba, you better run quick You too slow Willy, cuz you a fat bitch I caught you and got my hands all bloody Teacher walks in and asks everybody Who kicked Willy Bubba's ass? I did! Did you do it right here in the class? Sure Did! Did you punch him in the face? Did you slap him in the mouth? Did you kick him in the forehead? Yup! Yup! Ahh, check it out Lets play Willy Bubba And kill the Willy Bubba 05 - Graveyard (With Project Born) (6:13) I C P the wicked clowns and Project Born Serial Slaughtering mutha fuckas in the graveyard Tick to the mutha fucken tock Nigga the click from Project Born and ICP are here to rock Nigga trippen in the graveyard Just don't try to play hard It will be your ass up on the black one Pullen carcass J will be the Barrier 2 Dope will be the Carrier And Project Born is Sworn to put a bullet in your derriere It's time to wake the dead and dead and move And then they woke up a lot of souls And hope to hell with the Nitty folk Cuz I be dreamin I'm dead and gone And on the fucken tooth I miss Mr. Nitty took two to the head tryin to be hard to get you there And I'll be able to put you there Punk ass nigga do your hair six mutha fuckas will cary you there It' will side your fate, if I'm movin I be hurtin ya I'm puttin on way to much drinks so it is curtains for ya Bitches I'm a blast and the bitches are never after These punk ass thinks he's tryin to throw the casket on the masta, I'm fasta You should of tried to beat me to the ticker yo I don't give a fuck if Mr. Nitty bein hoe Don't risk your neck from the brother on the bullet yard G-r-a-v-e-y-a-r-d it's the graveyard Stop into the graveyard been chillen here for days Workin the graveyard shift diggen up all the graves Sellin all the stiff to the Dead Body Man Wakin back to life so then I began to ran The decrepid mutha fucka was followin right behind I don't know what to do, I think I'm losin my mind Right then the corpse came jumpin out a tree Way out a tree And fallin on top of me Back on my feet As I began my face Put my hands around his neck and tried to put it in a brace But a nope, that's not how the shit goes His head poped off and started nibblin on my toes I got dead bodies to the right I got dead bodies to the left I thought the cary one, but what about the rest? Tie me up with some veins dragen me into the tomb I knew I had to be doomed Cuz I can hear the loons in my head It was dead, echoin through my brain Tellin me somthin's wrong then I felt the pain It was nockin down my flesh by the pound That's what happens when you be fucken around in the graveyard Come to the graveyard now you see what's goin on You scarder then a muther fucker shouldn't of brought your ass along Ain't no place to hide, and really no place to run And plus I pack a bible, a shovel, and a shot gun Don't you point your finger though ICP don't ride a hurse You think it's over no, but now it's gonna get much worse Deadly sour paid a gang, nothing else can fuck with that See you wanna don't know what you got, you better duck with that The dead will come alive and decapitate your fucken head Now I gotta wake the dead Sleepin on the death bed Mr. Nitty gonna great the bitch, to you aint no bitch I'm stealin for the broken hoe Suck on my dick you rich hoe Your daddy got a job and he treat me like a bum But I'm a let his ass know, he can come and get some And he ain't mean shit to me Commin from the PJP The Project Born Is slassin but you best be watchin me Cuz I'm diggin graves, graves is what I'm diggin I can't believe this shit, this niggas still liven So why you gonna play hard? Brother blow your hole card And I'll go slap your ass with the shovel in the graveyard My name is Violent J and I be sleeping in a coffin Deep underground Never to be found Then my body rots as I'm sleepin in peace Cuz nobody dares to ever wake the deceits But who is this mutha fucka nocken at my tomb? Disturbing the worms that are trying to consume, my body It better be somebody worthy, bastard, oh, it's the Ringmaster Giving me orders to awake from the dead My body is decade I need to find a new head And a new leg, but then I'll be straight To crawl from the dirt And put in some work One O'clock one thirty, two in the morning Wicked Clowns ICP and Project Borning At the graveyard I got the whole wide world in my hands Cuz I'm the Dead Body Man Wicked, Wicked Jokers, Wicked Jokers, Wicked Fun Eiffel eye and T and Southwest become one And in the name of the dead you got delt yet another joker card Straight from the graveyard (repeat) 06 - Fuck Off (4:38) Well it's on, it's on like neden hoe fuck I'm 2 Dope and I'm fucken drunk Walked into joint with my nuts hangin out my drawer Yo, SUCK MY BALLS All I wanna do is choke a bitch Roll up a jiffy and smoke the bitch I dropped outta school when I quit my job All I wanna be is a fat fucken slob I don't care about none of you bitches Shut the fuck up and drop your britches Cuz I'm robbin a bank So I don't give a fuck about what none of ya thank When I do show I wreck the place I run around and start kicked bitches in the face Cuz I ain't nuthin soft So you and your boys can straight, FUCK OFF! Suck my nuts Bitch fuck you (4x) When I was 8 I was on crack I had Ms. Powtrain on the back Fucken every school, every grade I turned that bitches neden hair gray, he he he Cuz the Dope is all that My mammas a witch and my dads a hunch back And nobody could fuck with me I used to drive a hurse to school G With a stiff hangin out the back Bitch you wouldn't know shit about that That was one thing that I hate It's always been hard for me to find a date Cuz I sure was nice and neat And I'm sticken them in the back seat Cuz if you know the Shaggs ain't soft If you don't like it you can, FUCK OFF! Suck my nuts Bitch Fuck you (4x) What's up? Violent J The Southwest Juggala You know what I'm sayin? I walk into a bitches house walk up to they mom Grab 'em by the face and say, fuck off! Suck my nuts Bitch Fuck you (4x) I'm Violent J the mutha fucken blood sucken vampire Please stomp on my head cuz it's on fire I got another funky rhyme so let me kick it NAHH, FUCK OFF BITCH THIS IS MY RECORD!!! I walk up like a mental case And start throwen left hooks at your face I won't mix no rap with rock and roll Like somebody else I know Bitch boy you can suck my sack After that you can kiss my ass crack And them freaks, you ain't all that Titties aint shit but sacks are fat, bitch Cuz if you really wanna know what I think I think your neden stink like a fish tank So in the early cracks of dawn Taken two fat sacks of shit and get the fuck on Best leave me a dollar for Faygo, bitch Or I'm a have to bust your in your fucken lips Next time you think I'm soft I hope you remember to, FUCK OFF! Suck my nuts Bitch fuck you 07 - I Didn't Mean To Kill 'Em (3:58) I didn't mean to kill him Listen to me, wait I was talkin to a fine ass date Fat titties, poofy like, POW And she tellin me to come by, right now Oh shit, I jumped in the wagon No more lagin, I'm tagin This bitch dead in the ping hole Make me loose control I showed up, I ring the ding-dong Grippen my wing-wong, something's wrong Who's this? Not a bitch, but a dude And he's tellin me to beat it, fucken rude It's Jimmy a man, a punk ass So I threw a left hook on 'em, splash Then I came back with a right hook, pow He fell to the ground, I didn't mean to kill 'em Didn't mean to kill 'em kill 'em baby Didn't mean to kill 'em and kill 'em baby (2x) Oh fuck he showed up with a neck broke 25 to life, it's no joke Don't die, bitch hang in there I mean I really don't care, but come on Move quick, I run to the hospital Make sure he aint dead yet, shit There he is chillen with a neck braise With a look on his face like, eh Come on Jimmy it's me your homeboy I even poored a little brew in your IV Don't die, oh your tryin to sleep "Fuck you, your punches are week" So bitch you wanna talk shit again I jump up with a boot to the chin Pull his lung out and start choken Ehh, his necks already broken He swung hit me with a bed pan I was just makin sure you aint dead man Fuck this, I grab a scalpel And stick it down in his scalp, ugh Calm down, he's dead now, fuck Here comes somebody, better duck Gotta hide dead Jimmy, quickly A 25 to 50, I didn't mean to kill 'em Didn't mean to kill 'em kill 'em baby Didn't mean to kill 'em and kill 'em baby (2x) Jumped out the window, I drug him home Jimmy's dead and I'm finna get the bone If they catch me, ah the death chair I don't care, they'll never find him here (Ring) Jimmy will you get that? What the fuck? He's dead, I'm wick whack I'm nervous scared and skitzo Ha, ha, ha, woo, ha, hello? Oh Jimmy they bought it, he They'll never know I killed his bitch ass Fuck it though, Jimmy's my room mate He doesn't even eat that much, and that's great We just chill all day watch videos Call dominoes and flick off his toes Make 'em land in the fish tank, watch 'em sink Let them sink, Fuck Off I didn't mean to kill 'em Didn't mean to kill 'em kill 'em baby Didn't mean to kill 'em kill 'em baby 08 - Southwest Strangla (4:43) Ahhh make way for the lunatic I wanna stop, I drive by the camp quick I want necks 2 or 3 maybe more To squeeze again, and again, and squeeze again I came up, walkin down Boulevard Then this girl, she makes my nutsack hard I don't know, what about my mental state They might find a bitch dead, there's nothin else that I less hate Hey man jump in, toots, hungry? Well I got some, nuts Oh shit, she's runnin on my Wang Then somethin goes, snap, bang Eh bitch, ha ha, die Her neck long, skinny like a french fry So I twist, turn, tangle then I strangle Cuz I'm the Southwest Strangla I want necks, long, tall, skinny Any ol' necks at all, if any Jenny, Linny, Sydny, Sue I want, necks, so I go to the zoo I choke a Pelican, I did it right I choke an Ostrich, long ass neck But I'd rather be killen at the prom I pick up my date, I get to meet her mom Hello Miss I hurry home quick All I wanna do is choke a neck, bitch Worry not, I bring the corpse back I just wanna hear a neck bone snap Why me? Hey I'm sweatin Commotion, dilution, confusion, psycho All I wanna do is kiss you good-bye Before I mangle ya Cuz I'm the Southwest Strangla I got the southside scared, cuz I'm weird I was a freak in the 2nd grade I had a beard I sit alone in the back of the art class And draw necks with a big red dash I never though, I've be a lunatic A descrase A dropped out mental case I quit school, but I never left the hall I grab kids and drag 'em in between a wall Hear 'em scream, echo through the gym class You hear me chokin bitches in the wind shaft They call me, The Ghost of the Bad Lands But I'm really just a killa, with big hands Allow me to squeeze your neck deer Until your brains pop dead out your fucken ear Burry them in my back yard With a twisted spine broken bones Cuz I'm the Southwest Strangla 09 - SANTAS A FAT BITCH (4:25) Slay bells jingle-ling ring jing jingle-ling horses, horses, horses, horses. Slay bells jingle-ling ring jing jingle-ling (gunshot) Santa Claus suck my balls Drunk as hell ringing bells at the malls Dancer Prancer Nixon and Quipid I'm a get stupid, ha ha ha, eh I sat around all night under the chimney Holdin my sack like gimme gimme I know that he's commin he's commin he must Lookin up nuthin but rust, dust. Turn on my TV the very next day I see your gettin paid leaden the peraid I'm that sniper on the buildin Listen to my nine go click, Santa's a fat bitch Santa Claus is a fat bitch Santa Claus is a fat fat bitch Another year and I aint get shit Another year I aint get shit If I hear him land on my roof Ohh my undertaker I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth Yeah I got somthin to say about St. Nick Fuck that hoe he never brought jack shit No toys, candy canes, just a lump of coal, So I eat it, cuz there ain't nuttin in the cubboreds So I'll be quick, quick and brief Alls I need for Christmas is my two front teeth I got my teeth, kicked out my mouth I need a few numbers could you help me out Should of known I guessed I'd show not a steak No kinda gift I didn't get shit Some say I was bad but that wasn't it It's all because, Santa's a fat bitch Santa Claus is a fat bitch Santa fuck you cuz your a hoe Another year and I ain't got shit Another year I ain't get shit If I hear him land on my roof I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth "Oh-ho-ho don't go that way Rouldolf that's the ghetto ho-ho those boys and girls don't deserve anything"(in Background: Slaybells ringling jing jing jingle-ling horses, horses, horses, horses) Santa Claus, Santa Claus where you been? I see you got cookies and milk on your chin I guess you had time to collect your ends You always been down for your rich friend But Rudolf, he don't bring his slay my way Nuthin but dirt and coal for little J I guess you couldn't fit down my chimney shaft You need to loose some of that fat ass, eh All the little rich bays they gettin paid Countin the toys and ducats they made Me? I got a little half little chunk of dog shit I'm a kill that fat bitch Santa Claus is a fat bitch He ate too much McDonalds Another year and I aint get shit Mrs. Claus is a ho If I hear him land on my roof Slice that bitch in the big red coat I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth For the neighborhood Christmas and everything's whack Not a creature sturrin but a fuckin rat I aint hearin jingle bells I aint hearin nuttin Aint smellin no turky sure as hell aint no stuffin All that I payed Wished and prayed That fat mutha fucka would swing my way Drop off soldiers and rubber balls But I woke up and found some crusty old drawers Just as I knew it shaft again, and again, and again, and again Every year I wake up to the same old shit....house There be no sign of the fat bitch Santa Claus is a fat bitch Santa Claus is a fat bitch Another year and I aint get shit Another year I aint get shit If I hear him land on my roof If I hear him land on my roof I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth Santa Claus is a fat bitch Santa Claus is a fat bitch Another year and I aint get shit I aint ge-et shi-it If I hear him land on my roof Ro-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoof I'm a bust your ass in the too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooth (record scratching) "He's got a fuzzy whit beard and a great big smile, a bright red hat you can see for a mile, a bag full of goodies and a great big grin, hear comes Santa Claus again." 10 - Witching Hour (With Myzery) (5:35) It's over Death devour Time has come for witching hour Life is over Death devour Time has come for witching hour (2x) Time for your family to dress up in black Time for your coffin to ride in the back Time for your enemies to laugh at your death Time for the vultures to pick at what left Time for your homeboy to find a new click Time for your girlfriend to suck a new dick Time for the world to forget who the fuck you are Close your eyes, hold your breath, release the stress Let it out there's nothin left cuz your facin death If you see god give my blessings if he's up there And tell that man how you spent your life here Plus the rat and street Deal smoke from the heat And your feelin weak Cuz the led got you going to sleep It's gettin deep Know your peace Cuz there gonna fuck your freak In between the sheets And the face they drop the leaky leaks You hear some sirens think about who what firin See your partner blurry front his sport up to island Holdin lots of faith want to survive to retaliate Then comes the Reaper, it's the Grim Reaper at your door, but wait Can you feel it? Pumpin on your spirit Got you screamin out for mommy dearest You wanna live, keep on twitchin must bitten Time ticken is the hour for the witchen It's over Death devour Time has come for witching hour Life is over Death devour Time has come for witching hour (2x) Time for you to lay dead while everybody stares Time for the reverend to front like he cares Time for your body to rot in your tomb Time for your sister to finally get your room Time for your picture to fade on the wall Time for your critter hang out at the mall Time for your boys to meet hoes and kick base you sit in the dark with maggots crawlin on your face Bitches are backstabbers Hold your red and friend bank rabbers Reachin out just to get phatter Throw stuff to your soon to be wife and your phat ride Is in the back seat, catchin it from the back side You wish you had some rum Feelin numb Were the noise at? Loosen it, were my boy's at? Hallucinate so you gassed it From your soon to be bashit Cuz you slipped and got blasted Visualizing your good times Ambulance 59 minutes later Now your on the respirator Need all the shit Your loosin consciousness Your mind flashin And your phat ride crashin Un-happy family And it's costin, black roses Bear on the concrete Blunts in your caughin It's all you get A lost soul on a trip Times up, Clock tick Hour to be witched It's over Death devour Time has come for witching hour Life is over Death devour Time has come for witching hour (2x) Time to sit and cry about the fact that your gone Time to say fuck it, Nitro is on Time for your people to clean out your place Time for your love to go through your tape case Time for your uncle to fell a little stress Time for your step dad to give a fucks less Time for the world to keep spinnin around Even with you dead in the ground mutha fucka Time for your family to dress up in black Time for your coffin to ride in the back Time for your enemies to laugh at your death Time for the vultures to pick at what left Time for your homeboy to find a new click Time for your girlfriend to suck a new dick Time for the world to forget who the fuck you are TOP |