Song Title: The Show Must Go On
Album: Riddle Box
JC#: 3
Artist: Insane Clown Posse



S2D: "Ohhhhhhhhhh! Hey yo, check it out man! ICP back in the haugh man. Violent J man, 2 Dope man, wicked clown man, Ha Ha Ha!" 

VJ: "Hey, quick, hurry up, bang 
Open your mouth cuz here comes my wang. 
I'm Violent J, the southwest skitso 
Born in a big top, magical mijisto. 
Dead body disco, rappin� to the hoochies 
Dirty old fat hoes come up with a smoochie 
Oochie goochie, 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 callin� 
Three more cards and the skies will be fallin� 
But don't take it from me, I'm just a clown. 
Wicked clown, wicked town, juggalugalocolicky 
Down and out till my nuts start singing 
Dancing, hoppin�, I'm a keep bringing 
Riddles and tricks and dead body chicks 
With the swing of my magical wand 
The show must go on!" 

Coulrophobic: "It all began when I was very young. Our feelings were so excited about the carnival's arrival. Everyone was jolly and jittery. I waited for their wagons until well after dusk. That night, while I was sleeping, I was awoken by a cold, eerie wind. Looking out, I saw strange men, cursin� and filthy, and there were clowns setting up the dreary tent." 

S2D: "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 
Been to New York and L.A., I'm southwest down. 
Walked into El Ray's almost got my ass kicked 
Rather just chill in the yard in my casket 
Call up the hoes, have em swing by the tomb 
And get a little sticky stank up in this bitch. 
Killer clowns kicked out the circus 
Used to get live, let the midget lady work this 
I was a freak show, they called me The Pogo 
I could make my ball sac bob like a yo-yo. 
Give it up! Give it up! Southwest looney tune 
Killed another redneck, found his head in looney doon 
Gooney boon, booney goon, I can hear the loons 
In my head as I sing my wicked song 
The show must go on!" 

Coulrophobic: "I�ve never been afraid of clowns, but these clowns were different. There was nothing funny about these clowns, in fact. They smiled, they juggled, they laughed�but yet something was terribly, terribly wrong. I didn't like these clowns for I could see 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." 

[CHORUS:]
Come see the show, big top show 
Walk in and hang with the dead carnival 
Dead carny carnies, dead juggalos 
Walk in and hang with the dead carnival 

VJ: "You ask do we gangbang,
do we bang in a gang, man. 
Do we bang bang, I'm a gangbanger, man. 
I bang in a gang, man, you can suck my wang, man. 
Richie boy, richie boy, it's a southwest thang." 

S2D: "Serial murderer, southwest maniac 
Slaughterer, lunatic, high school braniac 
Straight-A school boy, school kid, 
Till I went to school and tried to murder everyone. 
The show must go on!" 

Coulrophobic: "My neighbors and friends were fools, all of them. Totally unaware of the evilness within the clowns. 
Their eyes reflected stairways into hell, their faces painted with blood. I ran from the carnival clowns, and yet every road and every path led me right back to the big tent. I had no escape from the strong men, the freakshows, and the Ringmaster."

[CHORUS repeat] 

(weird laughing, screeching car brakes and a crash)