Lyrics Forum
Tablatures
Links
Feedback
Rock Lyrics Archive at rockmagic.net
Browse artists: 0-9 A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Add to Favorites

Insane Clown Posse lyrics

Album: Carnival of Carnage [1992]

Tracks13
 01  Intro
 02  Carnival of Carnage
 03  The Juggla
 04  First Day Out
 05  Red Neck Hoe
 06  Wizard of the Hood
 07  Is That You?
 08  Psychopathic
 09  Guts on the Ceiling
 10  Never Had It Made
 11 Your Rebel Flag
 12  Ghetto Freak Show
 13  Taste
all Insane Clown Posse lyrics



Intro
Welcome to the dark carnival.
The tunnel of love.
Allow your emotions to run wild.
Allow your passion to soar freely.
Welcome to the tunnel of love.

(play backwards and more messages can be heard)back to top
Carnival of Carnage
Carnival of carnage (26x)
Yo, and now for your enjoyment
Please welcome
The ic-motherfucking-p...

(backwards talking and laughter in background)back to top
The Juggla
Well, you know the juggla jumped in the mixer
Been down the road and I broke a few necks
And I'll break a few more, so what's up
Road by me on the corner, I'm a hold my nuts up
Its finna fuck you wit' dat
But if you a sewer skank let me hit dat
Cuz I'm violent j, ain't even one to fake it
I wanna see some folded up skank bitches naked
I pass out when it gets dark
And woke up naked at the clark park
Gotta go, gotta get before I get the wrap
Gotta chopped off head chilling in my lap
Mr. shrink, mr. shrink, I'm sick
Lunatick-tick-tock, it don't quit
It don't quit, it don't quit
Mr. shrink, I'm sick, a lunaticky-tick
The doctor told me I'm a psycho
So I ate his face like I don't know
Knife to the neck and got some more
The night of the axe, the night of the forty fuck
Bitch, I'm a man you can talk ta
But after you leave I'm a stalk ya
If you're a little kid I'm a take ya
And if you're neck I'm a break ya
If you're an old lady I'm a mug ya
Cuz bitch, you can't fuck with the juggla

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, he is...the juggla
He'll cut your windpipe, eat your face
And slit your motherfucking heart out
You can see this freak show at the world famous carnival of carnage
Keep juggling, motherfucker!

Cuz ya know the juggla will throw ya up fast
And if I drop you that's your ass
I shake and twist, try to keep calm
I might go to hell cuz I'm down with esham
Gotta rhyme for your uncle willy
Then I hit him in the head with a billy
Willy, willy, watch your mouth
And fuck the south
Running with a gang of twenty street hoods, yo
What's up bitch, ah, what's up ho?
Sometimes you act like you ain't down
With a psychotic wicked clown
Fucking my friends ain't healthy
Cuz I grab you by the face and fuck you up
And it's like that bitch that's the way it is
I'm allowed to fuck, ho, I'm in show biz
Sets in the hood want me for dead
So I paint my tag on they forehead
Stick your little 'kay by my taggin'
You can fit twenty clowns in a volkswagon
And we coming straight to your brick house
I'm a huff, and puff, and blow your fuckin' neck loose
And then I might mug ya
Cuz they're will be no fucking with the juggla

Juggling eyeballs, juggling heads
What you've heard about, what you've read
The juggling wicked clowns will come to your
Birthday party, wedding, and barmitzva
And cut your back off for a small fee
The juggla ain't taking no shorts from nobody

Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh
Let the fucking bass go

And the juggla make it last
Down with 2 dope and try n' get trashed
My fellow fucking fellas
Southwest gangster killas
Violent j, the psychopathic
Some might say I'm schitsofrantic
Others think I'm quite the psychic
But somehow the bitches like it
What's up bitch, let me get the shot
Right here and now, butt-naked on the spot
Why am I like this, like that
Why are you like that, like this
The ghetto took my brain and motherfuck I want it back
I'm that nerd in the back of the class
That went psycho and killed your ass
I slash and cut and hack
With a kick me sign on my back
In my corner is scyne therapy
They take care of me, but don't stare at me
Cuz like I said I'll mug ya
Now run on home and don't fuck with the juggla

Finally happened, the wicked clown have come to your town
And he's got your daughter by the hand
Showing her a new land
The southwest ghetto zone, where all the jugglas roam
Come one, come all and have the juggla cut your face off
Skip to the lou

Juggla juggla fuck with the juggla
You can't fuck with the juggla
Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh
Let the fucking bass goback to top
First Day Out
Got another funky rhyme
Another funky, funky rhyme
Got another funky rhyme
Another funky rhyme
Another funky, funky rhyme

Aw shit, man, that's the icp!!!
This is my jam!!!
I'm on a psychedelic, motherfucking inter-gallactic void g!!!
Aw, shit!

Well, they let the gate up so I bail
It's been six months pick me up from the county jail
With a smog mother payin' my dues
Steel toliets, worn blankets, and rubber shoes
But I ain't naggin'
Here come the fellas I can hear the muffler draggin'
8 men in the car long
And the faygo is almost gone
My nuts are kinda hard so I need a mate
So my homeboy's cousin set me up with a blind date
She said pick me up at three
Can't bitch, the bus don't ride your street, ho
We gonna eat at mexican village
Take a cab and I'll pay the tab
And when she showed, well, I'll be damned
Left my wallet at home on the tv stand
Have her pay him and for dinner too
The knot in my sock, it done bit you
She's all prettied up for nothing
I'm smelling like shit and my chin is scruffing
And I'm chewing on my food like a pitbull
Cuz I won't front for the ho
Stuck my face in a bowl of soup
And just sucked it all up threw my missin' tooth
The bitch jumped up with a boom
I have to fix my hair and broke to the bathroom
She's got the tab, so I go for mine
And order up some '52 vintage wine
Hey, louie, bring a fuckin' steak with that
Motherfuckers like jail say fuck dat
She's back now and her hair ain't fixed
Probably took a long greasy-ass smelly shit
I ain't saying nothing though
I ain't saying nothing bout the funkin' ho
What's up bitch, I'm ready to break
How long can one fat bitch take?
Quite snacking and pay me saps
Cuz we goin' home to meet her pops*

So joe, what is that you do for a living?
Aww, come on pops, you seen me selling rocks on
Verner and springwell. matter fact, I think I sold
To that fat bitch in the kitchenback to top
Red Neck Hoe
"Rapping to this bitch with a red neck
A red neck, that fucking red neck
Rapping to this bitch with a red neck
A down south bitch with a red-ass neck"

[Violent J]
Bitch, you gotta red neck
But you look kinda straight so I'm bout to step
Heard you like fucking in pig pens
You never seen boys, so you fuck your girlfriends
Bitch, I know you's a ho
So let me fuck you with my big toe
Cuz I don't care what them hicks can do
Shit, I can fuck like a chicken hawk too
Bitch, we can take a walk
But I hate the way you fuckin' hillbillies talk
So keep your filthy ass mouth shut
And don't say shit, nasty slut
Bitch, I wanna hit it
So I can drop your ass in a New York minute
But you quick to act like you didn't know
Like you didn't know, that I'm a jigglo, you didn't know
Bitch, we can sit on the porch
Swing in a chair, I don't fucking care
But then it's to the sac, to the sac we go
I'm finna fuck this red neck ho

[Chorus (2x)]
Bitch, you's a ho
And ho you's a bitch
Everybody knows that you's a...
Funky funky bitch

"Rapping to this bitch with a red neck
A fucking red neck, a red-ass neck
Rapping to this bitch with a red neck
Said a mop-top corn stalk red-ass neck"

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Bitch, it's 2 Dope
Before I threw you this dick, I throw you some soap
Cuz you been in the barn all day
Milking cows and fucking with hay
Bitch, if you let me hit
I don't care, you can play your Wayne Newton shit
I can take a little Conway Twitty
While I'm sucking on red neck tittie
Bitch, I go down south
With a piece of wheat hanging out my mouth
And sport a funky-ass straw hat
But after I hit it...MOTHERFUCK THAT!
Bitch, I from the big city
And I'm finna fall asleep on your big tittie
Yeah, it's the farmer's daughter
But I ain't gonna fuck in no swamp water
Bitch, drop your overalls
And we fuck in the back of a horse stall
You're the ugly bitch I know
But I still fuck ya, red neck ho

[Chorus (2x)]

[Esham]
My ratsaw can't even hang
With the wicked shit you've done
You go lynching with your gang
On a brother or a Mexican
Fuck, this shit may never quite
Bigots may never learn
I'll cut your motherfucking throat out, bigot
Now it's your turn
Bigots in the north seem to get respect
You know I'd choke that greasy neck
Step to the left, step to the right
In my piece, and I'll fuck your face up
Bitch, cuz I don't sleep
I said "Fuck you, bitch, I don't sleep"
In the south there's a lot of good faces
But shit, I'm gat on a fucking racists

[Violent J]
Bitch, I can't tell from where I'm at
But it looks like your neck is red, fuck that
I'm about to step
So I can say I fucked a ho with a red neck

[Chorus (9x)]back to top
Wizard of the Hood
One time, the ICP with this shit
For you and your boys to say "fuck yeah" to
Yo, G, kick some of that shit about the wizard and all that
Drop a psycho beat and go on and rap, bald-headed fuck

Aw shit, homeboy, you should of seen me
I was flipped at the party drinking a fifth of MD
Straight passed-out on his mother's bed
With seven cans of brew going through my head
Dreaming, I was sipping on Faygo
With my dope posse, hear comes a tornado
Huh, I can't run no where
Cause the whole damn house was spinning through the air (damn!)
And don't laugh just yet
And it bland my motherfucking eyes bet
And here comes a three and a half foot pimp
With a blue zoo suit and a mack daddy limp
Yo, I gotta grip on my weapon
Cuz this midget motherfucker and his boys are stepping
"Oh my, look at the witch
You crushed and killed that wicked old bitch"
And they saying that I'm doomed
Cuz I killed some ho that rides on a broom
Fuck this, I'm going back to where I stay
And I walking down the yellow brick alleyway

[Interlude (contains samples from "Wizard of Oz" and "Ghetto Zone")]

Well, go on motherfucker!

Now I'm roaming just like basshead
Everybody know just where the alley led
And don't say you don't know
Which way to go, yo, there go the scarecrow
I ain't playing this bullshit no more
So I whip out the nigger play the double-four
Best tell my ass how to get back
Or I'll blow the straw out your fucking head
You wanna see the wizard?
Fuck yeah, I do
Get me off this pole and I'll come with you
You know the wiz
Yeah, its the road for him
Then he gave me on a 'gene
Now I gotta bullet for him
So me and the crow was walking on bricks
Spitting and cussing and holding our dicks
Thinking, damn, this ain't how the movie goes
I ain't seen one motherfucking rainbow
Ain't a fresh pair of kicks in the land
Just what you thought, there go the tin man
How to get to the wizard?
What the fuck
I ain't saying shit until you oil me up
I don't see any motherfucking oil, bro
Oil me up with a forty of Red Bull
Huh, just like the book said
Tin Man was stumbling like a crackhead
Old-ass rusted out metal
But we was on our way to see the wizard of the ghetto

"Somewhere over the rainbow"
(Shut the) fuck up, bitch
[GUNSHOTS]
Damn, this ain't Kansas, ho
This is the southwest motherfucking ghetto zone, bitch
So pick your skank ass up
And you and Toto get the fuck on

Yeah, we've come a long way
Drop the motherfuckers all the way to Del Ray
And I'm a wonder land story book tourist
Gripping that .44 we coming up to the forest
Anything could be out there
Lions, tigers, maybe a bear
Hoods and hoodlums and theives, oh my [3x]
I'm a kick somebody in they fuckin' eye
Don't fuck with me at a time like this
I'll send out a bullet guarenteed won't miss
So I just move and the hooks are flying
You've come and buck with the fucking lion
I want rings, chains, any kind of gold
Or what?
Or I'm a let this nine unfold
Man, fuck this, come back to Del Ray
There you can rob motherfuckers any day
Crackheads, hoes, whatever you can name
Catch all the rich ones coming out the ball game (yeah)
So finally we was at the castle
And with the guards, we got no hastle
They all just got the fuck out our way
I guess even in Oz they know of Violent J

[Interlude]

Yo, where's the motherfucking wizard stay
Who wants to know? Violent-psychopath-J
I wanna word with him at gun point
Cuz there's no place like Detroit

Welcome to the wizards kingdom
The Wizard of the Ghetto as its said
Welcome to the wizards kingdom
Sorry, motherfucker, this is where you'll stay
Scarecrow, you ain't shit to me
And the lion ain't shit but a snack for three
Tin Man, don't take me for a sucker
I'll chew your ass up and spit bullets out, motherfucker

We let it rain,
Seventy-nine slugs to his fucking brain
Then I stepped back cool and calm
Cuz the Tin Man was dropping cluster bombs
Everybody know about car jacking
So me and the fellas went home macking
Jumped in a smooth-ass ride
Drop top Geo says "Wiz" on the side
Gripped it back to the hood where we came from
And that shit was fun
Next thing I knew I was back at the party
Got up and was finning to tell everybody
But I just let it pass
Cuz I know they'll laugh at my drunk assback to top
Is That You?
Featuring kid rock

Violent j, violent j, is that you?
I'm on the microphone, so what'cha wanna
Do?
Violent j, violent j, is that you?
A wicked, wicked clown painted just for you
I drink faygo it's only a buck-ten
I'm a pour it on your tits when we fucking
Cuz I'm with that kinky shit, hoe
I can see you butt-naked in your window
Shimmy up the house side dash
Now I'm gonna press my nuts on the glass
Let me in, hoe, don't ya know
I'm violent j of the icp, yo I got me a
Checklins cashing
If I could spend it with the hoes I'm crashing
But don't get all geek slut
Cuz I'm a buy ya some lava to wash your butt
What's this clown shit about?
A knife to your neck and your throats hanging
Out
With a do-me-ray
Now it's about time I say

Kid rock, kid rock, is that you?
Yeah, let me tell ya what I wanna do
Kid rock, kid rock, is that you? yo, nate, yo,
Nate woohoo!!!
Frontin', they frontin', everybody's frontin'
Violent violent j is gonna tell ya something

If ya know a bitch who got grits
Kid rock, kid rock will probably eat that shit
Boohoo motherfucker what'cha cry for
I'm that nigga that your bitch would die for
The whore showed up at my front door
So I fucked her in the ass and I threw her out
The back door
The bitch thought it was a cake drive
She said drive me to the city, so I dropped her
Off at lakeside
You driving me home, well I meant ta
But plans have changed so get your ass on the
Centaur
Hoe, this ain't no taxi I be mackin' hoes, they
Don't mack me
Never slacking, hoes I be macking
Kid rock, kid rock never slacking, hoes I be
Macking

Violent j serving ghetto hard street shit
The funk, the funk from the old days
Violent j serving ghetto hard street shit
The funk from the old days

Well, I'm up for the shot in a minute
Show me a valley, I might yodek in it
Like somebody else I know I been to mount
Plen
As I've been to romeomeomeo
Wicked clowns gonna flow for ya son
Three for the treble, eight for the drum
Five for the homies that I run with
Bitch call your mother cause you're done with
Toe tip-toe, I snuck in your house
And fell asleep butt-naked on the front couch
So, excuse me, pops, I'm napping
So could ya shut the fuck up with that yapping
And your wife's all worked up for nothing
She act like she ain't never seen a wang or
Something
Cuz it really don't matter I'm a show my nuts to
Innocent bystander
Every fucking day
Cuz it's about time I say

Kid rock, kid rock, is that you?
Yeah, let me tell you what I wanna do
Kid rock, kid rock, is that you?
I just said it was motherfucker

Skinny dipping in the pool, you know I drown
Hoes
Fuck them doggie style and play that ass like a
Bongo
Hit it, hit hi-hit it
Hitting homerums and never wimp, ho
Smoke my dick like it's a big spliff
This ain't a blooper and I'm no joker
But I can shoot a nut 50 foot like a super soaker

But I won't pull it out for a cheap joke
Instead I play john holmes in a sequel to deep
Throat
Taste the nut in your mouth, just to school ya
But ho, don't let the smooth taste fool ya
Don't let the smooth taste fool ya...back to top
Psychopathic
The ghettos of America are breeding grounds
For the criminal minded
As for years they have killed one another of
And America has enjoyed its creation
But now these ghetto-minded criminals
Have crossed the line into your neighborhood
And will soon give you a taste of the hell
That they have lived for so long
So pops, this time its your son gets shot
Deal with your own creation
Well, I've been to the storm house and then some
Payed me dues but I'm still a street hoodlum
Dropped out of school cuz I couldn't find my locker
Stubbles on my chin, I got hair like Chewbacca
Might see me sleeping on the street
Don't look for a job cuz there's no jobs looking for me
Then it all went to my head
Next, forty-nine motherfuckers dead
Tell the pigs I did it
Place spot at your back
And beat you in the head with it
And keep your bitch in place
Or I'm a send her ass home with a foot print on her face
Uh, I'm hating sluts
Shoot them in the face, steb back and itch my nuts
'Less I'm in the sac
Cuz I fuck so hard it'll break they back
All the pressure's packed into one nut
I was waiting on a bus and my head blew up
And the sight'll make ya sick
Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic

Psychopathic

Thought you know bitch
The ICP is made up of psychotic
Demented psycho clumsy motherfuckers
And we'll put a hook on your bumb leg
Like it ain't nobody's business

So I'm standing by the train tracks
Then you see me running but naked with a battle axe
I'm swinging and slicing and chopping and cutting and..
Aah, until I'm nothing
Seems like I always get beat down
Like the hawk turned to the wicked clown
Tail turned out to the ghetto cuz
Southwest Detriot is comended one's home
So you might see me at a festival
Cussin', rude, and scratching my testicles
With a cold two-liter in hand
Rapping to the bitch at the french fry stand
Take it to the Patent Park
Then I'll make a sexist remark
Cuz they're all eventually bitching
Serve me fucking take your ass to the kitchen
Police don't like me it's obvious
Just don't look in the trunk
Or the sight'll make you sick
Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic

[theme from "Halloween"]

Yeah, I've always been a psycho
Psycho-psycho-sick-psycho-sick-psycho-psycho
I'll throw rocks at stray dogs
Build crackhouses out of Lincoln logs
I cut class, said I was a faker
You was in school, I was home watching Green Acres
Now I'm all up in your face
You can barely hear the rap with all that bass
I'm running with a southwest street gang
And I never let my southwest meat hang
Cuz you know what ICP's all about
Take a brick off the street
And bust you in the mouth
Find the girl's daddy's rich
And his sweet little angel's my sewer freak bitch
But I filled the turkey up with the stuffing
Like Billy Bill say, "a bitch ain't nothing"
Grab her by the arm and break
Grab her by the life and take it
And, ya know, the sight'll make ya sick
Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic

Psychopathicback to top
Guts on the Ceiling
Oh, you'll never guess what's up
My mucking head blew up
My chins in an old man's backyard
I gotta sneak threw his yard
To find the fothermucker
And he's gotta pitbull dog
And it's sitting on my chin like a frog on a log
I throw a bone to try to distract
Cuz I'm wanting my chinny-chin-chin back
I'll never be one to boast
But there's my tongue hanging off the lightpost
Cuz my head exploded
And my brains unloaded
All over this beautiful city
Teeth and bones to the nitty gritty
There's my eyeball stuck to the wall
Right next to my splattered jaw
I don't dig this game
Chasing my brains all through the sewer drains
My head's all over the block
Cuz I done went lunatick-tock tick-tock
Come on, dawg, what's wrong with my head?
It blew apart but I still ain't dead
I get no respect
I got nothing but guts hanging off my neck
But I'll still chilling
Even with my blood and guts all over the ceiling
I'm chillin', I'm illin'
With my guts all over the ceiling
Oh, you'll never guess what's up
My mucking back blew up
If you come across a spine
Best believe it's mine
Oh, forget about my tongue
Cuz vato can't breathe without no lungs
I lost both of mine
Now that's an item that I wouldn't mind to find
But forget about dat
Cuz I'm roaming the streets with a splattered back
I'm trying to rap to this freak
But she can see my ribs all in the street
Then the chit-chat went dead
She noticed that I ain't got no head
Shhh, I think I hear my heart
But damn, it got hit by a smark bus
And landed in pontiac
So I tell my mellow to send it back
Come on, wined and my back blow up
Look for my guts, look for my guts
I gotta call from nate the mack
Says he might of found part of my back
Then bring it on over, ace
I got slabs all over the place
But I'm still chillin'
Even with my blood and guts all over the ceiling
I'm chilling, I'm illing
With my guts all over the ceiling
You'll never guess what's up
Ahh, I'm down on my luck
Got no head
Said I got no head
Southwest ghetto zone
It done fried my brain
I'm chilling, I'm illing
With my guts all over the ceilingback to top
Never Had It Made
First I was born young and healthy
I told my mother one day I'd be wealthy
Can't forget my first day at school
Got stabbed in the head with a pencil, but it's cool
Get my education
A job and a family, a good reputation
And what about grade two?
Got shot in the neck and the bullet went straight
Through
But I'm packing a textbook
Don't fuck with me cuz I'm going to grade three
Thank God it's lunch in a minute
Bit into my hot dog with a razor blade in it
And it cut my tongue off
But I know how to multiply so what's up, boss
Finally had to step out
I dropped out of school when they ripped my neck
Out
Who knows where the road led?
Seen a man with a briefcase and no head
So I'm like fuck that
Show me a quarter and an ounce of crack
And I'm straighter than a fucking lightpost
I sold a lot of crack but I bought the most
Now I'm a basehead down on my luck
Roaming the streets and got hit by a mack truck
And thrown about a block
But I'm thinking nothing but gimme a rock
Holding my sign I'll work for crack
With my old-ass e.t. shirt on my back
And I'm sleeping in the gutter
Right next to jam town's mother
I'm eating dead rats in the street
I keep on checking for my ownheart beat
Now I'm weighing at a buck-o-five
Twitchy little neck and I'm barely alive
Got my first taste of life in hell
I ate a dead, shh, but don't tell
Excuse me, sir, can you spare some change?
I'll cut your face off and eat your brains
You know all about me
You act like you ain't seen penatentiary
Spitting and cussing and you know I'll piss
With these iron braces on my fucking wrists
And I'm heading for the slammer
Serial killer, all on the camera
First day, they broke my back
Next day, they broke my neck
Third day, they broke my leg
Fourth day, they broke my head
Swallowing kept on trucking
But there'll be no fucking
That's strictly for the soft
Seen a freak in a week and my nuts fell off
So I'm finna escape
How much shit can one clubno take?
Stop, fool. stop or I'll fire
Shot me off and I fell in the razor wire
I'm all tangled up, cut cut cut slit slit cut cut
You don't love me, I really don't care
Tie my ass up in the electric chair
I got no family, I got no friends
I pray to God that my life ends
They thought that they had killed me
They took me to the morgue
I'm just a little stiff that's all, like a board
I lay there in my coffin, just chill and wait and chill
But then I jump out knife swinging all about
And
Motherfucking-mother-mother-mother-motherfucking
Kill
I used to wonder what life's about
Until it chewed me up and spit me out
Your ghetto created a psycho nut
Not just psycho psycho nut
Now I'm living in the walls of your house
And I'll die there and lay and rot like a dead mouse
I'm packing a sickle I'm on your roof and I'm playing
The fiddle
You want me in a straight jacket
Cuz when I see a throat, I'm a hack it
Where I'm at? what's my name?
Somehow, somewhere, I got hit by a train
And it ripped my legs off
Huh, nothing but a minor coft
You can't get me I swing from a tree
Shouting and cussing and shooting at me
Everybody's end make two cents
A branch broke and I fell on a picket fence
I'm stuck and they're coming to get me
Rip myself off and I took my lungs with me
I'm stuffing them back in
Fuck! they won't go back in
Now my life's gettin' dense
Cuz my heart's still beating on a wooden fence
They shoot me up and down
Thinking thinking thinking clown
Wicked wicked wicked clown
You wanna know all about a wicked clown I never
Had it made...back to top
Ghetto Freak Show
Ghetto freak show...
It's three o'clock in the morning and you're sleeping
Wicked clowns in the moonlight creeping
Slide through your window under your bed
Crawl in through your ear, eat your head
Bumping into bones cuz I need light
Tip-toeing down through your windpipe
Climbing down your spine was the fun part
Looky looky and I think I see your fucking heart
Uh huh so I'm stabbing like it ain't nothing
Wicked clown cut his way out your belly button
I'm like a vulture waiting in a dark place
Swooping down and I'm picking at your dead face
I'm sick but you don't know the whole deal
No one ever loved me and they never will
Bitch, I take you out on a blind date
But then they find you dead under a wooden crate
Rapped in a bag deep in the woods
Cause my mother always said I was no good
Locked me in a closet, fed me dog shit
Well, I'm out now, so motherfucker watch it
The insanity's grip will never let go
Here's your chance to a glimpse of a ghetto freak show
I'd rather be dead...ghetto freak show...
I'm a freak show coming to your house
Standing at your porch, chewing on a dead mouse
I'm looking like a fly so you swat me
Keep chasing me even though you got me
So what you wanna do to a ghetto thug
First you starve me and feed me them fuckin' drugs
Turn me into a wicked, wicked cat
I'm coming to your house, so catch ya catch ya clown
Gotta have a fucking throat, hatchet once, hatchet twice
Gotta have the governor, the richer fucker, pay the price
Driving with your woman, that's sweet
Never even know I'm in the back seat
Chat chit-chat about the weather
But then I slam they fucking heads together
Is it jealousy, they never loved me
So now I'm ripping out your guts and it's ugly
I'm trapped, don't wanna be a rich man
Not a poor man, I need my own land
Because the rich man be stressing all the dumb stuff
They cut there fucking wrists if the grass ain't green enough
Right there in your face, you can't tag it
Just found out your son is a faggot
Dick-sucking, butt-fucking homo man
If ya stressing then you better talk to mojo man
Insanity's grip will never let go
Here's your chance to catch a glimpse of a ghetto freak show
I'd rather be dead...ghetto freak show
Ahaha, violent j, the ghetto freak show
He's still alive
The ultimate amazing freak show
Is here on the carnival of carnage
Line up and see him
Lived years in the slums
And he's still alive to tell about
Line up and see him
He's nasty, he's disgusting
He's filthy, he is a freak show
And you can see him live at the
Carnival of carnage
You, young man
You look like you could use a viewing
Of a good freak show
Line up, bring your sister, your brother
And see the ghetto freak show
Violent j is still aliveback to top
Taste
Featuring esham

Intro: violent j

The time has come for the blood to run into
The streets paved with gold
We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so
Long
And like animals we kill each other for the
Hatred of others
We must move into the suburbs and punish the
Rich for their ignorance
For the horror of death, that is part of our life in
Our neighborhood
And give them a taste of the same
And when we kill the governments children
And the streets smell of death
Maybe then we will see our situation in a new
Light
And put an end the the chaos in the ghetto
And an end to the killings

Verse one: violentj

Heard what's going on in the free world
Broke out the asylum and killed a girl
Just ta warm u, just to get it on
Cause I'm gonna be cutting throats till the
Break of dawn
Can't nobody get me
I've always been a psycho now they coming
With me
That's straight when we team up
Cause I believe every throat deserves a good
Cut
Look in my brain it's fucking insane
Roll around naked in the acid rain
Rich bitch fucka took me for a sucka
Now we killing you instead of killing each other

Walked in the house, shot him in the mouth
Leaned back the head, and pulled the brains
Out
My list are strong it's only a saw
The government fronts like they don't know
What is going on
Fuck, ill take the matter in my own hands
Cut ya down cat, cut ya down
Cause I know the rich go jogging
And I'm waiting in the bushes,axe to the
Nogging
About 30 or 40 times,psychodelic sick with the
Psycho psycho rhymes
But ya keep the killer in one place,
But I'm at ya door, motherfucker have a taste!

Verse two: (nate the mack) {shaggy 2 dope}

(fucking you up wont let you pass, fucking you
Up, shot you in the ass)
{jumped out the alleyway with a
Muthaphucking battle axe}
{12 dead bodies on the muthaphucking train
Tracks}
(I'm sick of this shit I see on the tv,they
Showing psychopathics and I see me)
(and ya calling me a homeless hobo,
While I'm laying on my suede couch listening
To mojo)
{snipe ya in the head from a tower,
Or chase ya naked ass clear out the shower}
{finally catch ya on the block,
Take this here gat and shoot ya in the eye}
(who ya fucking wit governer e?
Don't ya know I'll hang ya dead ass from a tree)

{then swing ya by ya foot}
{mister drumma looking bald headed punk
Bitch}
(stroll to the banquet party)
{drank all they brew}
(then shot everybody)
(they set it up wrong,
Created the ghetto and thought it wouldn't last
Long)
{thought we'd kill each other off,
Didn't think we'd come to the suburbs.jackoff}
(the clowns stick this knife in ya face)
({motherfucker, have a taste})

Verse three: jump steady

In detroit doing time, time being done
Without not another solution
Without nothing but wicked men
How many muthaphuckas I've know through the
Years
Got they necks blown off or crippled in their
Fear
Now iull tell ya cause I been in many schools
For this
Cause I'm drawn by the vision and close my
Hand into a fist
Raised in the crime with nothing to eat
So my natural instincts to kill in the street
Im going to war and I sent you caution
Jumpsteady stepping over the governments
Brainwashing
(take it, take it farther, take it far)
Dont let them even judge ya, cause you know
Who you are
Seems they don't even know about the inner
City crime war
Moneys on the jews in the desert but what the
Fuck for
Damn the're stupid,the mine are surrounded
Think I like to pay a lesson to a gallon
And save a human life or two
End this ghetto war for the homies that I once
Knew
Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes
(ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes
Hoe)
I got a mind killing rage waiting on my change

On the holes on my jacket I craddle my gage
What ya gonna do if I show up at your place
Try to ignore it this time, motherfucker have a
Taste

Verse four: capitol e / esham

Ya need a spoonful, another wants a little taste

So let me feed you the city like in a steady
Pace
Ya wake up to gunfire thining it was a dream
Till ya hear ya neighbors holla and ya young
Child scream
Everyday thang, thank it to ya
Just wait till you see that cracka at ya front
Door naked
Begging for money, acting like he know ya
Ya slam the door in fear, but some day he'll
Show ya
Catch ya at point blank range ya getting
Jacked
(come up wit it bitch)
Now ya don't know how to act
But that's the life and the experience of a
Mother
Happends everyday, one another the other
But the suburb living is high class
With a high class leather city trade with ya ass
And show ya the rough times
Hungry homeless people commiting crime
After crime
And bitches working the pike for dough
Then they run to the rock sella to buy some
Rocks slow
And I hear ya making fun of that...
Icp (what's up e) gets ya bats
It's time for you to crack some necks
And if they don't know now, show them what to
Expect
Cause it don't matter the race or the place
Capitol e giving the inner city taste

Interlude: violent j

Yea! we heading to birmingham,gross point
And beverly hills
I thought you knew, cause we in a devilish
Mood

Verse five: esham

Guess who's rolling with the icp, that black
Devil comming straight from the d
Im heading out to birmingham,to tip off a
German
And looking for the governer to kill him and i
Think I can
Violent j know the way so I'm gonna getcha
If ya standing in my way I'm getting wit ya
The black devil, that devil ya don't know
Getting more pussy than bel biv devoe
Hey man do you know my name?

(esham)
Im down with notics, nuts on train
So give me mine cause it ain't about black or
White
It ain't about wrong or right on devil's night
I burn a cross in ya fucking face
Now homicide's got a new case
So give me a tasteback to top
Search lyrics archive:



All lyrics are property and copyright of their respective owners and are provided for educational purposes only. Rockmagic.net is a not-for-profit project. All advertising proceeds are used to maintain its servers.
Terms Of Use / Copyright Policy