Insane Clown Posse Album

If ya nuts hang and you bang with a gang
Then tell me are you down with the clown?
HEY!

Hey, bitch boy! (huh?)
What you doing around here you little bitch? (um...)
Don't you know you're on clown ground bitch boy? (uh...)
Forks up forks down, we ALL got clown luv, bitch face (um...)
Hey, what's your name? (Richie)
Bitchie? You donw with the clown Bitchie?
You better run you bitch-ass home, you little punk-ass bitch

[1st Verse - Violent J]
Smell the air that makes you sick
Psycho sick, psycho sick
Pin you down and gets inside your brain
Psycho sick insane
Who's to blame for what they've done?
Ain't the one, paint the gun
I'm the jugga-lugga-lugga-roni
Best you leave me alon-ie
Some will say I'm in a gang
Guns do bang, nuts do hang
Like the wicked jokers down river
Quick to cut your liver
Sometimes bangers end their doom
Boom boom boom, shlock lock boom
I'm the other gang that's the offender
But you best remember
It don't matter which you pick
'Cuz they sick, psycho sick
They'll all cut your richie-ass up, bitch
'Cuz they got

[Chorus]
Much clown luv (hey vato)
you old fuck, I guess you don't know
Never kill around here (het vato)
Yeah, bitch, it's all about clown luv [x2]
If ya nuts hang and you bang with a gang
Then tell me are you down with the clown?
HEY!

[2nd Verse Violent J]
I like riding on your daughties
Drinking 40's at clown parties
Then I go back home, the sewer drain
Call me shit for brains
I'm the joker junkie hobo
Fuck a bozo, pack a bowl-bowl
Watch me balance on telephone wires
Psycho setting fires
Caught me naked in a tree
Was it me, ICP
Yes I sing in a rock and roll band
"Yeah dude, what's up man!"
B-b-b-boo! Had to scare ya
Rip and tear ya, cuz how dare ya
Come to bario like yous the fuck
Now you gets the buck
Buck-buck-buck, bang-bang-bang
Gang-gang bang, ghetto slang
Better ask someone about
Violent J, hey, I got

[Chorus]

[3rd Verse - Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]
Wicked town, wicked clown
Let's go ride the Murder-Go-Round
Lunatic, Luna-tock
Beat you with a cinder block
Bitchy hoe, bitchy bitch
Smack you 'cross your fucking lips
Juggla say "talk to much"
I'ma nail your mouth...shut
I am sick, what you said
Swing my axe upside your head
Place the barrel in your mouth
blow your fucking tonsils out
I'm a mime, watch me go
Stuart Frankie bitch-ass hoe
I drop rhymes, make quick bucks
And your daughter sucks my nuts
Better know joker's wild
Yeah I said it, wicked WILD!
And I'll cut your bitchie-ass up, BITCH!
A lot of

[Teacher]
"J, do you have a Halloween story for the class?"

[Violent J]
"Y-y-yeah, um, there was this boy, and he lived in his house,
and he went to bed one day, and then when he woke up, um,
when he woke up, he was buried up to his head in the dirt,
and he couldn't move, and this man came walking along,
but instead of the man helping him out, the man just started
kicking him and kicking him in his face, over and over,
and then he got the lawnmower, and then he....."

Dick or treat, bon appetit
All the little kiddies running down my street
Gathering candy treats door to door
But they walk past mine, what for?
Probably 'cuz the pumpkins on my porch are real
Real human heads carved out with steel
Cut out the eyes, man, it takes but a minute
Rip out the b-b-b-b-brains and put a candle in it
Maybe they run 'cuz I take 'em inside
Come and meet Mother, two years ago she died
Little boys laugh, 'cuz they think it's just a dummy
But then the smell hits 'em, MMMMM..... smells yummy
Open your bags and I'll give you my treat
Crusty yellow toes off a dead woman's feet
Take me by the hand, and I'll lead you downstairs
And that, little chickies, is where you'll spend the next seven years
Starving and weakening, chained to a wall
Staring at a roach, hoping it will crawl
Into your mouth for a tasty cuisine
Yes, my little friends, it's a Dead Pumpkins Halloween

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
"Awwwwwwwwww, yeah, it's that special time of year, boys and girls,
so come to the pumpkin patch and bring your pantysacks so I can shit in it,
you beeeeeyitch!!!!!"

[Violent J]
Well, I love all the kiddies, 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 juggalokaro Violent J
All year 'round, but I love my Halloween
You'll never get an apple or a purple jelly bean
Dropping some chocolates, a licorice snack
Instead you get a deep-fried French poodle nutsack
Peeking out my door, I see no children in sight
Perhaps they're all dead, yesterday was Devil's Night
They burn down the city and they leave it crispy-charred
I light myself on fire and I dance around my backyard
Hungry bellies, I can see where you're at
Sitting on my window, I can turn into a bat
Watching you remove all your little clothesies for bed
I crash through the window and land on your head
Drinking the blood, blood is gone to the bone
But now, I must leave, Mother's calling me home
Up to the moonlight, I'm gone from the scene
Peace to Detroit City and have a Dead Pumpkins Halloween

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
"Yeeeeeeeeah, I'm gonna smash your little candy bags,
only I'm gonna tie 'em around your muthafuckin' necks
and choke you with 'em Wicked Clown style, muthafucka!!!!!"

[Violent J]

Why dont you go into the next room and start getting undressed?
What's your pleasure?

[1st Verse- Violent J]
Fat Sweaty Betty, the bitch ain't nothing new
Her moms used to babysit me back when we was two
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 uh
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 this shit
The sexy little girl is now a fat sweaty beeitch
She said, "Hey, J, tell me how you've been?"
She had a piece of chicken gizzard stuck to her chin
I told her, "Hold still," and flicked it off her face and said,
"Betty, oh, Betty, what you say we leave this place?"
I took her back to the crib and hit it all night
I let my fingers run across the rip of cellulite
EWW! It was nasty, but I don't let it bother me
She rolled over, fucking knocked the wind out of me
I couldn't breathe, she wouldn't stop, I'm almost dead
I took the lamp, and bust it on her fucking head
We got dressed, I gave her a little kiss goodbye
Fat Sweaty Betty, My fat sweaty pumpkin pie

[Chorus]
Fat Sweaty Betty
Tell me when you're ready [x2]

[2nd Verse- Shaggy 2 Dope]
Big fat slop of shit people call Betty
Flabs of fat on her back, her neck...sweaty
Boogers running down her nose all over her lips
Can't tell the difference from her titties to her hips
But fuck all that, 'cuz I wanna see the neden
I had to see the cat, the cheesey cheena cheden
Rode my bike to her house, "Hey yo, Betty lemme in
I'm packing some snack cakes, bitch lemme in."
I can hear her coming down the stairs
She opened up the door in her motherfucking underwears
UUGGHH!! Shit, fuck that I'm turning back
But no, the door shut, and shes going for the cake snacks
I said, "Relax, hoe, I'm here, I'm bu-si-ness
you can have the candy, first you gotta wait a bit
I need a favor, come on, Betty, drop them drawls."
AHH!! I knew it, Betty had balls
Oh, no, here comes that ass
From the top of the dresser with the yokazuna splash
I wish I never came, oh boy do I wish
See Fat Sweaty Betty, the sweaty fat bitch

[Chorus]

[Violent J]
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
I know you like spaghetti
I know you like spaghetti
So tell me when you're ready, baby
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
Tell me when you're ready
Tell me when you're ready for a cheeseburger, pizza pie, TV dinner, chicken
baby
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
I gets it all, I gets it all for ya, baby
I work at Farmer Jack on the dinner floor, baby
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
I bring it home, I cook it in a microwave
I feeds it to ya, just let me get some stanky skins
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
'Cuz I don't care, I wanna hit the cellulite
I hit the cellulite for a turkey meal delight
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
'Cuz I don't care, you know I'm not afraid to cook
Take off your shoes and let me lick your dirty foot
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
I'll rub you down, I'll rub you down the right way
I hear a buzzer, apple pie's in the microwave
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
I work at Farmer Jack, I work at A & P
And yes I do, my heavy baby wanna be with me
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
Ya wanna be with me, ya wanna be with me
Ya want some chilli cheese fries in a ???
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
You gotta wait, wait 'till the time is right
Let me count the purple bubbles in your cellulite
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
You want some Burger King, you want some Hungry Jack
You want some jelly beans, you want a scooby snack
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
You want some Dominoes, you want a Milky Way
You gotta kick it to the sugar daddy Violent J
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
You want some Lucky Charms, you want some mashed potatoes
Let me hit the skins now and I'll feed you later
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
Because I know, I know you want a Lunchable
Something crunchable, something munchable
(Fat Sweaty Betty)
How 'bout some Taco Bell, how 'bout a pizza slice
How bout some chicken fingers and a bowl of Minute Rice

Ok class, um, please settle down now,
I'd like to introduce our new student
uhh, uhh Willy Bubba, Willy is from Kentucky, welcome Willy, uh,
I'll be your teacher, my name is Ms. Felby

[1st Verse- Violent J]
Well I flopped out of school but I still hang in the halls
So there I was, you'll 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 names Violent J, but my homies call me chicken plucker
I been down with the clown since day one, it's day two
I guess I got some plucking to do
In these parts, we tie you to the desk
And all line up and take blows to your chest (punch)
Fists to your chin (punch), kicks to your head (punch)
Last year we killed a kid dead (HAHHH!! oh, my fault...)
Walked in the school, there's hay in the hallway
Leading to your locker, walk up 'n sock ya
Then bounce your head around the class room and act nutty
The teacher walks, and asked everybody (body, body..)

[Chorus x2]
Who kicked Willy Bubba's ass? (I DID!)
Did you do it right here in the class? (SHO' DID!)
Did you punch him in the face, did you slap him in the mouth
Did you kick him in the forehead (YUP, YUP!)

(Nice to get back with a high school crowd where your alive)

[2nd Verse - Shaggy 2 Dope]
Willy Willy Bubba hubba lubba dubba dilly
Tell me why you talk so silly, bitch
You sound like you come from the land of the bigots
Jolly old Dickens, the land of the chickens
I guess you're in season, I'm packing me a .44
Barrels to your head and blow your face out your asshole
POWWW, bitch! I'm Shaggy2Dope
I'm coming for your kin folk, you get your chin broke
And don't cry or run to the teach
She can't understand your redneck-ass speech
If she could, she wouldn't do a thang
'Cuz 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 up and got my hands all putty
Teacher walks in the class room, and asked everybody (body, body...)

[Chorus x2]

HOOOOOOLD UP! check it out...

I C P the wicked clowns and Project Born
Serial Slaughtering motherfuckers in the graveyard

Tick to the motherfuckin tock
Nigga the click from Project Born and ICP are here to rock
Nigga trippin in the graveyard
Just don't try to play hard
It will be your ass up on the block
Up on the block when I start pullin cards
Cuz J will be the barrier
2 Dope will be the carrier
And Project Born is wworn 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 74 to 94 took two to the head
Tryin to be hard to get you there
A nine milla mil will put you there
Punk ass nigga do your hair six motherfuckers will carry you there
It'll 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 boulevard
G-r-a-v-e-y-a-r-d bitch 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
One came back to life so then I began to ran
The decrepit motherfucker 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, a zombie in 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 done took care of one, but what about the rest?
Tie me up with some veins draggin me into the tomb
I knew I had to be doomed
Cause I can hear the loons in my head
Clear as day, echoin through my brain
Tellin me somthin's wrong then I felt the pain
It was nockin down my flesh by the pound
But that's what happens
when you be fuckin around in the graveyard, dawg

Come to the graveyard now you see what's goin on
You scarder then a motherfucker shouldn't of brought your ass along
It ain't no place to hide, and it ain't 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 hearse
You think it's over now, but now it's gonna get much worse
Deadly hows I play the game, nothin 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 fuckin head
Now I gotta wake the dead, sleepin on the death bed
Mr. Nitty gonna dig a ditch, to you and your fuckin 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, comin from the PJP
The Project Born assassin but you best be watchin me
Cause 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 deceist
But who is this motherfucker knockin at my tomb?
Disturbin the worms that are tryin to consume, my body
It better be somebody worthy, bastard
Oh, he he, it's the Ringmaster
Givin me orders to awake from the dead
My body is decayed 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 dealt yet another joker card

[Samples]
"Wicked...W-Wicked." "B-Bitch."
"Wicked...W-Wicked." "B-Bitch."
"Wicked...W-Wicked." "B-Bitch."
"Wicked...W-Wicked." "B-B-B-B-Bitch. Bitch-B-Bitch."

[2 Dope (Samples) {Violent J}]
Well, it's on. It's on like neden hoe fuck
I'm 2 Dope and I'm fuckin' drunk
Walked in the joint with my nuts hangin' out my drawers
Yo, SUCK MY BALLS!
All I wanna do is choke a bitch
Roll up a jimmy and smoke the bitch
I dropped outta school and I quit my job
All I wanna be is a fat, fuckin' slob
'cause I don't care about none of y'all bitches!
Shut the fuck up and drop ya britches ("B-Bitch.")
'cause I'm cloggin' a bank! {"A bank!"}
So I don't give a fuck about what none of y'all thank
When I do a show, I wreck the place
I run around the stage kickin' bitches in the face
'cause I ain't nothin' soft,
so you and your boys can straight FUCK OFF!!!

SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
You can suck my nutsac, yo
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
You can shake, you're dime-stank though
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
You can kiss my ass, ya punk bitch!
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
Yo, fuck you and ya Momma ain't shit!

[Phone Ringing]

[Pizza Guy - Violent J]
"Uh, Pizza Boy Pizza."
"I want a large, extra cheese pizza."
"Pick-up or delivery."
"Delivery!"
"Okay, your address?"
"Yeah, it's near the high school. 232 FUCK OFF!!"

[2 Dope (Violent J) {Samples}]
When I was eight, I was on crack
I had Ms. Pella trained on the back
Fuckin' after school every day
I turned that old bitch's neden hairs gray ("He-he-he.")
'cause the Dope is all that!
My Mother's a witch and my Daddy's a hunchback
and nobody could fuck wit' me
I used to drive a hearse to school, G,
with a stiff hangin' out the back
Bitch, you wouldn't know shit about that!
But there's one thing that I hate
It's always been hard for me to find a date ("AHHHHH!") {"B-Bitch."}
'cause I show up nice and neat
AND THEN STRANGLE 'EM IN THE BACK SEAT! ("He-he-he!")
'Cause if you know, the Shaggs ain't soft
If you don't like it you can FUCK OFF!!!

[Violent J]
"What's up? Violent J, the Southwest Juggala.
You-know-what-I'm-sayin'? I walk into a bitch's house,
walk up to they Mom, grab 'em by the face and say 'Fuck off!'"

[2 Dope]
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
You and your Momma can suck my dick!
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
You can shake your bitch-ass quick
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
I could give a fuck less, G
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
'Cause you ain't worth shit to me!

[Violent J - 2 Dope (Samples)]
Violent J, the mothafuckin', blood-suckin' vampire
Please stomp on my head 'cause it's on fire!
I got another funky rhyme so let me kick it
NAH! FUCK OFF, BITCH! THIS IS MY RECORD! ("B-Bitch.")

[2 Dope (Violent J) {Samples}]
I walk up like a mental case
and start throwin' left hooks at ya face
I won't mix no rap with rock-n-roll
like somebody else I know. {"B-Bitch."}
Bitch boy, you can suck my sack
and after that you can kiss my asscrack
And freaks, you ain't all that
Titties ain't shit but sacs are fat! ("Bitch!")
'Cause if you really wanna know what I think,
I think your neden stank like a fish tank
So in the early cracks of dawn,
take your two fat sacks of shit and get the fuck on!
("He-he, he-HE-he-he!")
Best leave me a dollar for Faygo, bitch,
or I'ma have to bust you in your fuckin' lips! ("Ha-ha-ha!")
Next time you think I'm soft,
I hope you remember to FUCK OFF!!!

SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
All you bitches hate me anyways..
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
... so you can suck my nuts all day!
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
You can lick my nutsac, Tiffy!
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
Yo, you can suck my fuckin' dick!

[Sample]
"I'll say one thing, baby.
When Carol said you were a cooky nympho cunt,
she sure as hell wasn't kidding.
Well, that's it 'til next time, bitch!"

[2 Dope {Violent J}]
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU! ("FUCK OFF, BITCH!")
{"Ya-know what I'm sayin'?"}
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
{"I-C-P's in tha mothafuckin' neck town!"}
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU! ("YOU CAN SUCK MY ASS!")
{"Ha-ha-ha!"}
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
{"Peace to Atlanta, you-know-what-I'm-sayin'?"}
{"Blitz in the mothafuckin' house!"} ("YEAH, MOTHAFUCKA!")
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
{"Atlanta, GA, you-know-what-I'm-sayin'? Toledo!"}
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
("WOOO-HOOO!")
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
{"Mothafuckin' Lexington."} ("YEAH! FUCK OFF!")
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
{"Mothafuckin'... you-know-what-I'm sayin'?"}
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
{"Mo'fuckin', uh... you-know-what-I'm sayin'?"}
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
("FUCK OFF!") {"Fuck off, man!"}
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! FUCK YOU!
FUUUUUUCCCCKKK OFFFFFFFFF!
Fuck off!

This is the story of a murderer
A cold blooded killer, a ruthless, harmless, slaughterer

I didn't mean to kill him
Listen to me, wait
I was talkin to a fine asss date, ha ha ha
Phat titties, lookin like pow
and she's tellin me to come by right now
Oh shit, I jumped in the wagon, no more laggin, I'm taggin
This bitch, dead in the ping hole, make her lose control (mmmmmmmmm)
I showed up, I ring the ding dong
Grippin my wing wong, something's wrong
Who's this, not a bitch, but a dude
and he's tellin me to beat it; fuckin rude
It's jimmy, her man, a punk ass,
So I throw a left hook at him, splaaa,
then I came back with a right hook
POW, he fell to the ground
I didn't mean to kill him

WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO JIMMY, OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!
I didn't mean to kill him, kill him, baby
Didn't mean to kill him, kill the man baby
I didn't mean to kill him, kill him, baby
Didn't mean to kill him, kill the man baby

Oh fuck, he's chillin with a neck broke
25 to life, is 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 ain't dead yet, shit
There he is, chillin with a neck brace
with a look on his face like ehhhhh
Come on Jimmy, it's me, your homey
I even poured a little brew in your IV
Don't die, oh you tryin to speak
Fuck you, your punches are weak, ehhh
So bitch, you wanna talk shit again
I jumped up wit a boot to the chin
Pull his plugs out, and start chokin
Ewwwwwwww his necks already broken
He swung, hit me wit a bed pan
I was just makin sure you ain't dead man
Fuck this, I grabbed a scalpel
and stick it down in his scalp, uhhhhhhhhhh
Calm down, he's dead now, FUCK
Here comes somebody, better duck
Gotta hide dead Jimmy quickly
or 25 to 50, I didn't mean to kill him

OHH MY GOD!!!! JIMMY, WHAT THE FUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I didn't mean to kill him, kill him, baby
Didn't mean to kill him, kill the man baby
I didn't mean to kill him, kill him, baby
Didn't mean to kill him, kill the man baby

Jumped out the window, and 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
[phone rings] Jimmy can you get that
What the FUCK, he's dead, I'm whick whack
I'm neverous, scared and skitso, ha ha ha, wooo, ha, hello
Yeah, I still need to talk to stupid fuck nut
We're lookin for jimmy ballav
He's not here, uhh, wai wait yeah he is
This Jimmy, I'm alive, I'm not dead, I gotta go
Oh goody, they bought it, hah, they'll never know
I killed his bitch ass
Fuck it though. Jimmy's my room mate
He doesn't even eat much and that's straight
We just chill all day and watch video's
Call Domino's, and flick off his toes
make em land into a fish tank, what you think?
Let him sit, FUCK OFF, I didn't mean to kill him

OH MY GOD, YOU BASTARD!! YOU KILLED JIMMY!!!!!
I didn't mean to kill him, kill him, baby
Didn't mean to kill him, kill the man baby
I didn't mean to kill him, kill him, baby
Didn't mean to kill him, kill the man baby

This was the story of a murderer

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 some more
I came up, walkin down Boulavard
Then this girl, she makes my nutsack hard
I don't know, what about my mental state
They might find a bitch dead, theres nothin else that I hate less
Hey man jump in, toots, hungary? 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 frie
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, Sidney, 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 her neck a bit
Worry not, I bring the corpse back
I just wanna hear a neck bone snap
Why me? Hey I'm sweatin Comosion, dillusion, 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 thought I'd be a lunatic
A descrase, a droped 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 up 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 dear
Until your brains pop dead out your fucken ear
Burry them in my back yard With a twisted spine broken bones

Sleigh bells jingle-ling rin jing jingle-ling
Horses, horses, horses, horses.
Sleigh bells jingle-ling ring jing jingle-ling

[gunshot]

Santa Claus suck my balls
Drunk as hell rinking bells at the malls
Dancer, Prancer, Dixon, and Qupid
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 payed
leadin the parade I'm that sniper on the buildin
Listen to my nine go click, Santas 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 cubbards
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 new ones 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, Santas 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 Roudolf thats the ghettoo.
Ho-ho, those boys and girls don't deserve anything."
[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 Roudolf, he don't bring his sleigh 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 boys they gettin payed
Countin the toys and duckets 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 McDonals)
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 everythings 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 ballz
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 white 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,

(feat. Twiztid)

"Shhh...Hello class, I'm Mr. Felcher,
Mr. Johson is out today with a virus,
so I'll be your substitute teacher this afternoon.
Before we get started, let me say this:
I'm not as friendly as I look and I'm not as funny
as I look either (laughter). Well let's get started.
We're gonna start where Mr. Johnson left off,
so if you'll turn your textbooks to page 86 and I'll begin...."

[1st Verse]
Sittin in my class with my head on my desk
Teacher's trying to talk but I could give a fuck less
I'm staring at this freak that I know I'm in love 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 I'm here 'cuz I ain't shit
I'm hearing voices but I don't know what they're saying
Sweat is on my forehead 'cuz my brain's inside decaying
And this bitch that I love prob'ly don't have no Idea
She's talking to her friends I'm in the corner and I see her
Something happening but it isn't very clear
Sounds like a bell sounds like an electric chair
Next thing you know I'm walking in a crowded hall
So many different faces that I throw up on the wall
Some are yelling sick and the others stop and stare but I don't care
I'm in a hurry going nowhere
See my head is spinning 'cuz I'm lonley and I'm twisted
but I have a secret everybody missed it
Just a nobody and I think It's a drag
But I got Mr. Johnson's head...In my bookbag

[Chorus x2]
I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day
I didn't like the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag
I cut the bigot's head off and I stuffed it in my bag

[2nd Verse]
I wish somebody knew me 'cuz then they could say I'm wrong
But since nobody knows me I got it going on
I'm staring at the clock, a tick and a tock
I got a couple food stamps folded in my sock
I must be a ghost, everybody walks through me
If I died in class they would prob'ly say they knew me
Or they wouldn't care, they wouldn't even move
My dead body rotting in the back of the room
For weeks and months stinking up the class
Until somebody notice, then they throw me in the trash
I can hear the teacher man talking about Columbus
He's nothing but an old dead fuck with a compass
ran up on a beach and threw everybody off
and then we claim discovery and now we all applaud
I don't give a fuck to learn you're all going to hell
I'm trapped in my mind and my brain is my cell
But I have the key it's called insanity
I stick it in my brain to unlock eternity
I'm just a nobody and I think it's a drag
But I got Mr. Johnsons head...In my bookbag

[Chorus x2]

[Mr. Felcher:] "Ok class, America is the land of the free. A land of
democracy. A land without prejudice, and above all a land of freedom.
That's the beautiful thing about our country; we are all treated equal. All
races live together in harmony. What is it, Scott?"
[Scott:] "Mr. Johnson already taught us this.
Ain't he ever coming back?
[Mr. Felcher:] "Well, uh..."

[3rd Verse]
NO! They can sit and front about it all day
But I left his fucking body in the hallway
And in the morning when they opened up the door
And seen his motherfucking carcass laying on the floor
But they would never suspect me I'm just a nerd
I try to speak my word, it always goes unheard
I could chop my arms off and run around the class
I doubt they'd even notice and if they did they'd laugh
Instead they'd rather learn about a redneck bastard
Who owned a couple slaves but I guess it don't matter
Fuck Washington, Benjamin, fuck 'em all now
They can suck my nuts 'till they wooden teeth fall out
And the class wanna know who could it be?
But I'm like Dewie-Booda you never heard of me
I'm just a nobody and I think It's a drag
But I got his motherfucking head hehehe! In my bookbag

[Chorus x2]

(Stop, stop, you gotta think straight! stop...)

[Chorus x3]

Gangsters bangin, nuts straight hanging
Chillen in the allyway, 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 shoot eyes from pufin 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
Whats that? I don't check, I don't care
Cuz I'm down with the clown everywere
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 thats 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 theirs
Cuz I'm true to myself, bitch
Clown Luv

Throw your signs in the air
Whats that? I don't check, I don't care
Cuz I'm down with the clown everywere
Cuz much clown luv is in here [2x]

Hey what the fuck you lookin at man
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 duckets, 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
Whats that? I don't check, I don't care
Cuz I'm down with the clown everywere

Jiggle my mutha fucken balls bitch.
Insane Clown Posse back in this mutha fucka
Hey yo Violent J, whats up?

It's Christmas, time for a slaughter
Maybe your wife, maybe your daughter
It's midnight, I land my sleigh
Make way for jolly St. J
Climb down the chimny, for the murder
Dressed as the fat man everyones heard of
Shimy down, shimy down, what the fuck?
Somebody help me, I'm stuck
Now what to do? I feel whack
I got stuck in a chimny stack
But I hack, and shimmer on down
Santa Claus Clown
Can't fuck around, now
Livingroom, shhh, I creep
Tippy toes cuz they asleep
I pulled out the axe and slid down the hall
I got a gift for all of ya'll
Whats 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, he shot, he didn't miss
[Gunshots and ho ho ho]
I had a red christmas

"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 thats the end"

Merry, merry Christmas you fuckin chump,
Seasons greetings 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 indow
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 dying, 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
Hey, 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
Ask your fucken mom bitch,
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 you know what I'm sayin,
Mr. Chris Cringle, you fat bitch,
Mutha fucka never gave me shit,
I'm a slap your across your
Red ass face mutha fucka, uh

[Violent J]
So there you are, you're sittin' there, just kinda chillin'
A richie boy, you look a little bit like Dylan
The 90210 bitch with the funny hair
So I'm gonna change a few things around, here and there
Start with your eyes, I pluck 'em both out your head
And pull your balls out your sack and stick 'em there instead
Then I snap off your toes and stick 'em in your nose
And pull the hair out your head until your skull shows
You're almost ready, gotta fix you for the show tonight
But your lips, man, to me, they just don't look right
They could be a little fatter, even more
So fuckin' fat that your lip is draggin' on the floor
Tie your tongue into a knot and stretch it out
And tack a sign on it, tellin' what you're all about
Set you up, 'cuz now you're ready, so open up the door
'Cuz at the House of Wonders, you're the freak show

[Chorus x 2]
Carnival thrills
Carnival shows
Carnival excites you
Carnival kills
(Ahh, ooh, ahh, ohh)
Another freak show for the jugga-lugga-lo

So there you are, come on in, chickie, wow! Ain't you a pretty?
I think I'll start with the sillicone that's in your titty
I'll pull it out and put it in your forehead and cheek
So now, you look like the elephant bitch freak
Don't try to run, chickie-poo, I'm just gettin' started
I'll beat your head in with a brick until you're half-retarded
Remember that ugly girl you laughed at at the prom?
Don't try to laugh now, bitch, you look like her mom
You came to do the starin', but it's you they're starin' at
I'll stuff you full of chili-cheese dogs to make you fat
Then I'll stretch your fuckin' lips and stick 'em in your ear
So all that evil shit you talk, only you can hear
I shave you bald, and glue your titty on the top
And then I spit on your nipple until you drop
Hey! Almost ready? Jumpsteady, open the door
'Cuz at the House of Wonders, you're the freak show

[chorus x 2]

"Oh, oh, oh my God!!!!!
"Oh, oh, oh my God!!!!!
"Oh, oh, oh my God!!!!!
"Oh my God!!!!!"

Um well J that was an interesting Halloween Story
Um anybody else have another
Halloween story they'de 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
See he doesn't want me to tell my story
Cuz he knows my story, it's about Mr. Rotten Treats
All your parentes 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
Thats what they told me when I died
I was stabbed in the head
Look what ya done dead
All the blood bleed, one juggalo dead
It was a cold, dark, scary Halloween
So my neighbors and my people,
they didn't really like me right?
So they came and burn down my world
Just because I like to murder their boys and girls
It was the Halloween I never ment to harm no one
I thought you were suposed to murder it was all in fun
I see the monsters and the gobblins 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 hereboys and girls, I got balls freshly
picked form Detroits 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 Halloween I never ment to harm no one
I thought you were suposed to murder it was all in fun
I see the monsters and the gobblins I'm a killer to
But then they call me sick so what was I supposed to do?
I send 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 aolloween 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 coverd nipple nuggets with the fresh creamy
shit filling, ask about my bitch she loves my
cookie dough nut dribbles

Trick or treat? (Trick)
Trick or treat? (Trick)

It was the halloween 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 gobblins 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, trick or treat
Watch as the dead man walks the street)

Once upon a time there were three little pigs
who went out into the big world
to build thier homes and seek thier fortunes.

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 axe in my holster
Everybody knows about the wicked piggy boaster
The sherrif at the border ,he tried to take me out
I drew my axe with the quickness-and cut his adam's apple out!
Walked in the village and to the piggy's place
He opened up his door and shot me in the face
And blew me off the porch-and blew my head in half
But I'm a Juggalo so it only made me laugh (ha ha!)
Axe in hand, I rose like the dead
And swung with all my might- made a thump noise in his head
Since we out west, I grabbed a shotgun
And blew his fuckin tounge out the back of his cranium!!

[CHORUS:]
Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like a sound when you hear a piggy die
I might choose a gun (NO!)
I might choose an axe (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 mother 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 volkswagon bug 17 deep
Packed fulla Juggalos, lights out and we creep
To the piggy station and lay on the horn
First piggy out- we blow his lungs out his uniform
Now they in persuit like Starski and Hutch
But theres only two of them-the rest are out to lunch
They call up Dunkon Doughnuts to gather up the rest
25 piggies with they bullet-proof vests
We lead them in a chase,they bustin off rounds
But now they all fucked cuz we at the Carney grounds
And they gettin swallowed by their very on breed
DARK CARNIVAL and wicked clowns because we need....

[CHORUS 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 gaurd he told me wait
I snapped his fuckin neck in two and slammed his nuts in the gate
Cuz this little piggy must definitely die!
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 fightin for they meals
He sleeps on a mattress stuffed with hundred dollar bills
A richey is the devil- he never will admit it
So I'm 'a cut his hand off and slap his face wit' it
Opened up his door, he sleeping in his bed
I grabbed a brick of gold and slapped it upside his head
He begged for his life, I told him its too late
And tied his neck in a knot and watch him suffocate
Cuz I need...

in order, for one to metamorphasize, from one's inner self being projected out
into
the astral plane and to rematerialize into an inanamite object or another living
organism for that matter is entirely and absolutely impossible, however

if i was your tv i'd be like, look at me
if i was shooting star i be like shooooom (peace)
if i was a fat bitches thong i'd be like hell nah
if i was a hotties thong i'd be like ahh
if i was a cuss word i'd just be like, fuck
if i was a rock on the moon i'd be chillin like sup
if i was a butthole i'd just be an exit
if i was the DOC i'd be like "man this is bull shit"
if i was your tires on your car i'd be like (car noises)
if i was the bumper on your car i'd be like ahh fuck
if i was a balloon i'd be like (balloon losing air)
if i was Alyssia Milano i'd be fucking Joe Bruce
if i was a radio DJ i'd probably say, point 103
if i was a richie ass bitch i'd be like, um ok
if i was spin magazine i'd put a mirror on the cover and be like
fuck us and all our readers, even this mother fucker
if i was your mental stress i'd be catching up
if i was your headaches every now and then I'd be like thuuummmp
if i was your tounge i'd be hatin' your teeth i'd be like
ah why do you try to bite me every time we eat?
if i was a chair i'd be like sit here
and if i was kid rock i'd cut my feathered wolf hair
if i was your muffler i'd be like shhh quietly
if i was a price tag i'd be like you ain't buyin me
if i was a fresh DJ i'd be like (scratching record)
if i was jam master jay i'd be like(scratching record)
if i was a cheap clock radio i'd be like (radio static)
if i was barry white i'd be like what up ya'll
if i was a nipple in the cold i'd be like (spring noise)
if i was your dead uncle i'd be like
if i was a rain drop i'd just be like (rain drop)
and i had an axe and your neck i might say Chop

[Chorus]
If i was if i was but i'll never be
(if i was if i was but i'll never be)
If i was if i was but i'll never be
(if i was if i was but i'll never be)
If i was if i was boy your killing me
(if i was if i was boy your killing me)
If i was if i was but i'll never be
(If i was if i was but i'll never be)

If i was a faygo at one of our shows
i'd fly through the air into an ocean of juggalo's
if i was Andre the giant this is how i would be manly
if i was father mc i'd be like yeah what happened
if i was a mirror i'd find another mirror
and look each other dead in the eye, crystal clear
if i was a slider i'd slid out your but, i'd be floating in the toilet
looking at you like what?
if i was a pilot i'd be like air traffic control
if i was john denver i'd be like ahhhh
if i was a switch i'd be like flip me yoohoo
if i was a london cop car i'd be like (siren)
if i was chewbacca i'd get me a fresh ass fade
if i was vanilla ice i'd be like fuck yall i'm still paid
if i was a stop sign i'd just be like stop
if i was your wooden leg i'd still be giving you the hip hop

[Chorus]
Fuck! Damnit! Another Halloween.
People on Military know what this means.
Houses on fire, they're blowin up cars.
Creatures in the streets, and razor blades in candy bars.

I went to trick-or-treat the first house on my block,
Spit in my face and gave my 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
There I saw an old woman dead on the floor
I said "Excuse me miss, but do you have a treat?"
She lifted her leg and scrapped flakes off her dead feet

I ran to the next house happy and giddy
And there i seen a fat woman holding up her titty
I said, "Trick-or-treat." she sad "Treat-or-trick."
And squeezed on her titty until it.......fuck it that's too sick

Next house up was sittin back in the woods
I was a lil frightened but fuck I want the goods
I knocked on the door I heard a knock back
And then i heard "COME ON IN" and yo I'm like FUCK DAT!

This house belongs to Mrs. Cherry Spoon
She said, "Drop your drawls and your treat is coming soon."
I quickly grew a stiffy, but kept my eyes shut
A hand came out the mail chute and flicked me in the nuts

I wobbled to the next house ready for the worst
And chillin in the drive was a long black hurst
I rang the door bell and said "Is anybody home."
"Of course little biy have a sugar coated kidney stone."

I walked throught the field, and to the next crib
Her friendliness could only be in her cooking bib
I said "How bout some candy." she said "How bout instead,
A nice hot fresh home made loaf of yeast infection bread."

My bag's gettin heavy so I rest on the curb
And riding on his bike her comes little Larry Shurb
I snuck up behind him and kicked him off his seat
I punched him in the neck, and power bombed him in the street

Now my bag of candy has doubled in size
Up to the next house for my scary prize
I'm like trick-or-treat, trick treat tricky dick
he opened up his door slapped my lips and didn't give me shit

Rock through his window and ran across the street
To the Dayton Mansion I'm in for a treat
I dinged on the dong, and here comes the butler
A big gumpy tall ass lurch lookin ma'fucka

I said "Hello Mr. is there somethin for my sack?"
He reached in his pocket but I think he hurt his back
It's taking him an hour, my bag is open ready
But then he finally dropped it in my sack, a fuckin penny

The next house is abandonded so forget it
But wait a minute, I think somebody's livin in it
I ran up to the door "Trick-or-treat, you can't hide"
It was a crackhead, he crawled in my bag and died

The next house is mine the last on the block
My mother's sitting on the porch shinning up hr glock
I climbed on the roof with my brother Jump Steady
And we yelled "HAPPY HALLOWEEN AND CLOWN LOVE!" to the whole city

Yeah what you need?
Yeah let me get a large order of fries and uh
No fries
Excuse me?
No fries man
Oh, well must be out then
Alright then give me a large double slam and...
Nope
What?
Can't do it
Why not?
No meat?
No meat man damn
Alright then, I'll take a salad then
Better grow yourself one
Whats 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
Alright, 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 Dogbeast
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 unattended I'm a take the mutha fucker

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 thats trouble
Shootin' craps in the back of the liquar 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 want to keep your riches
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

2 Dope gotta keep his own style
Home made kicken box 4 tendance Posse
ICP make the whole car hop
When we let the bass drop

Inner Citty 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 Denice
Bass in the car somethin stacks
I now hear me roamin them Pontiacs
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 [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 plushc rides in the velvet caddy'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

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 staing 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, tt'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 he gives a shit

Their eyeballs are bloody, their skin is ever pale
Their askin me to follow, I shall, I shall
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 gaged with a dead rat, I lay for many weeks
The rat comes back to life, and is chewing on my cheeks

Mental Warp
My brain is gone, my brain is gone
say no more my brain is gone [4x]

Coming is my helper, tangling my brain
Somethings wery 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 pigons, they tell me many lies
They tell me I'll have wings if I let them peck my eyes

I hear a womans 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 arems, and we make love to the sound
The wind is my ebony blowing evil thoughts
Carrying the demons soring with the hearts
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 can't say that I'm not
My daddy's tried to kill me ever since 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 on the harp
I notice that the floor is warm and rather sick
It's cuz I'm sitting in my stomach

Mental Warp
My brain is gone, my brain is gone