Carnival of Carnage

3 - 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
It's finna fuck you wit' dat
But if you a sewer skank, let me hit dat
Cause 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
Got to go, got to get before I get the wrap
Got a 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 four
Bitch, I'm a man you can talk to
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
Cause 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!

Cause 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 cause 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 hoe?
Sometimes you act like you ain't down
With a psychotic wicked clown
Fucking my friends ain't healthy
Cause I'll 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, hoe, I'm in show biz
Sets in the hood want me for dead
So I paint my tag on they forehead
Stick your little K 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
Cause there 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 and 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
Cause like I said, I'll mug ya
Now run on home and don't fuck with the juggla

Finally happened, the wicked clown has 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 go

4 - 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 dragging
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, hoe
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
Cause I won't front for the hoe
Stuck my face in a bowl of soup
And just sucked it all up threw my missing 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 that
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 fucking hoe
What's up bitch, I'm ready to break
How long can one fat bitch take?
Quite snacking and pay me saps
Cause we going 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 kitchen"

Your dad's really cool sweetheart
I mean, him letting me use his car
And he slipped me a fifty
Violent J is kinda nifty
If I'd a hit you'd be home through
But now your coming home with me
Dad, I gotta bitch in the bedroom
Take your ass to the bar and don't come home soon
Now the juggla's known to smack hoes
But I need the shot too
So I switch to the mack mode

Now woman, you know I love you
So why don't you just let me fuck you
Now bitch, I know you's a freak
So let me get a little kiss on your cheek
And a fuck to go with that
Come on, nympho, let me hit that
Tell ya what, you let me stick it
And I gotta left over piece of chicken for ya
Ya little sewer skank
Ya nasty little pipe-smoking sac-chasing hoe
And that was that
A little smooth talking she was on her back
And I'm finally sticking
Dump ya, and I'm eating my chicken
You'll never guess what
My first day out and I caught my nut

First day out and I caught my nut

5 - 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

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 hoe
So let me fuck you with my big toe
Cause 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 fucking hillbillies talk
So keep your filthy ass mouth shut
And don't say shit, you 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 hoe

Bitch, you's a hoe
And hoe you's a bitch
Everybody knows that you's a...
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

Bitch, it's 2 Dope
Before I threw you this dick, I throw you some soap
Cause 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 hoe

Bitch, you's a hoe
And hoe, you's a bitch
Everybody knows that you's a...
Funky bitch

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 quit
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, cause 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

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 hoe with a red neck

Bitch, you's a hoe
And hoe, you's a bitch
Everybody knows that you's a...
Funky bitch

6 - 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
Cause 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
Cause I killed some hoe 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 nickle plated fourty-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, it's 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, hoe
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 fucking 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
Cause there's no place like Detroit

"Welcome to the wizard's kingdom"
"The Wizard of the Ghetto as it's said"
"Welcome to the wizard's 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
Cause 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
Cause I know they'll laugh at my drunk ass

7 - Guts On The Ceiling

Oh, you'll never guess what's up
My mu'cking head blew up
My chins in an old man's backyard
I gotta sneak through his yard
To find the fothermucker
And he's got a pet bulldog
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 chillin'
Even with my blood and guts all over the ceiling
I'm chillin', I'm illin'
With my guts all over the ceiling
I'm chillin', I'm illin'
With my guts all over the ceiling
I'm chillin', I'm illin'
With my 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 mu'cking 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...it landed in Pontiac
So I tell my mellow to send it back
Come on, why did my back blow up
Look for my guts, look for my guts
I got a 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 chillin', I'm illin'
With my guts all over the ceiling
I'm chillin', I'm illin'
With my guts all over the ceiling
I'm chillin', I'm illin'
With my guts all over the ceiling
I'm chillin', I'm illin'
With my guts all over the ceiling

*ring*
"Hello?"
"Yes, can I speak to a Joe Bruce please?"
"Yeah? Wassup man?"
"Hey, check it out man. Legs, he said he seen your large intestines man."
"For real? Where they at?"
"Hangin' from the telephone wire on Vernor and Junction."
"Cool man! That's for real?"
"Yeah man."
"Aight man, I'm bout to go get em' down then, I'll give you a call."
"Aight man."
"Aight."
"Check ya out, dawg."
"Bye."

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 chillin', I'm illin'
With my guts all over the ceiling
I'm chillin', I'm illin'
With my guts all over the ceiling
I'm chillin', I'm illin'
With my guts all over the ceiling
I'm chillin', I'm illin'
With my guts all over the ceiling
I'm illin'!
All over the ceiling!
I'm illin'!
All over the ceiling!

8 - Is That You

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, ho
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, ho, 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 nigger 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 lake side
You driving me home, well I meant ta
But plans have changed so get your ass on the centar
Ho, 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 yoddle in it
Like somebody else I know
I been to Mount Plen as I've been to Romeomeomeo
Wicked clowns gonna flow for ya some
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...

9 - Night Of The Axe

Showed up at your high school prom
With an axe in my mothafuckin' palm
And I jumped out the front, straight swinging
Necks and backs went flinging,
Head to toe
I went psychopathic
Choping throats with a hatchet
Cuz they try to get me
So I took a head with me
Ran down the hall butt-naked
If you got a life I'ma take it
Cuz I got it going on
And I broke to the female john
Motherfuckers think I'm sick
You ever seen a bitch take a shit?
Fuck dat...let her dookey-ass be
Cuz female shittin' is news to me
Climbed up the fire escape
How many lives can one motherfucker take?
One life, two life, three life, four
Throw me a Mack-10 I'm bound to take more
Fifty lives coming on eighty
Fuck this, I'm fidna whoop this lady
Tied the bitch up to the lightpost
Slapped her in her face cuz I'm psycho
Beat her down and beat her up
......Fucking slut
So bitches make me wonder
Kicked her gut and left my number
"Call me, fucking nympho."
Then I threw her through a window
Broke and I climbed up a tree, guy
Came back down, I don't know why
Straight up insanity
Damn, if it ain't a family
Hope they come home soon
Cuz I'm waiting in the bedroom
Sparky! We're home Sparky! Watch your foot, honey."
"Honey? Where's Sparky?"
"Mom! Dad! Lisa's in the bathroom! And I've gotta go really bad!"
"Don't worry little Joey, I'll get the bitch out!"
"AHHHH!!!"
"MOM!! DAD!!"
"Like it? Have another."

I diced all cinco
Then I threw em' in the Pinto
Now I'm on Vernor bumpin' the funk
With 5 dead bodies in the trunk
And I'm doin' about ninety
To the blue and reds behind me
You can pull me over, jack
Just don't look in the back

"Hey, what's your fuckin' hurry son?"
Just don't look in the trunk
"We got a wild one here, he's naked."
Just don't look in the trunk
"He's got blood on his hands and face."
Just don't look in the trunk
"Be advised, the car is registered to a Wilson family."
Just don't look in the trunk
"Oh, the trunk you say, huh? Okay, waddya say we just have a look-see here? OH SHIT!!"

I'm gone and I ditched the ride
And left the dead Wilsons inside
Jetting and I'm hopping fences
Fidna do like my man in Culeen, Texas
Cuz I'm psycholistic
You look once and you missed it
Look twice and it caught your eye
Me, beating the shit out of some guy
With a bag of bricks
Impressing them dirty-ass sewer chicks
A klepto you can't trust
Should've known when I jacked the bus
Fourteen passengers riding it
One naked psycho driving it
And we goin' crippin'
And there'll be no slipping
Cuz I'm thinking the worst
Shit like woman and children die first
Make you shiver
When I drove that bitch in the river
Everybody dies
Only me survives
Innocent fucks is what I want
So I'm heading for the restaraunt

"Aww shit vato, I'm fuckin' full, man."
"Fuckin' burritos man!"
"That burrito fucked me up man....AWW SHIT, DUCK MAN, FUCK!!"
"C'mon mothafucka!!!!!!!"

There's always gotta be a hero
But I can't be stopped with silver bullets
Or a wooden stake
It's your life I quickly take
Don't talk shit, I take 'em
Take your life, take your life
Coppers and choppers pursue
The boys in blue
The whole caroo
I do what they never think
So I'm heading for the 18th precenct
Cuz when they finally call it quits
I'll be there to cut their necks
And that's what I did
I hate a fucking pig
I get a job at the donut shop
Just to poison a cop
Kleptopathic
And I'll fuck you up in a straight jacket
Cuz they finally got me
Broke my legs and shot me
But I'm still laughing
Cuz of what happened
On the night of the axe
On the night of the axe
Cuz of what happened on the night of the axe
On the night of the axe
What happened
What happened
Just psycho
On the night of the axe
Just psycho
Just psycho
Just psycho
On the night of the axe

10 - Psychopathic

Well, I've been to the storm house and then some
Payed my 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 day, forty-nine motherfuckers dead
Tell the pigs I did it
Pull your spine out your back
And beat you in the head with it
And keep your bitch in place
Or I'ma send her ass home with a footprint on her face
Uh, I'm hating sluts
Shoot them in the face, step back and itch my nuts
'Less I'm in the sac
Cuz I fuck so hard it'll break they back
All the pressure 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, emented psycho clumsy motherfuckers and we'll put a hook on your lump 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...
...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 just to make it 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 Patton 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 ya sick
Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic

*theme song from "Halloween"*
"Hey man, why don't you slide some of that Faygo over here? C'mon man, what you...you farted, didn't you? I should slap your ass man, you farted."
*tap tap*
"What man?"
"What? Your license and registration, that's what, you littlle fuck face."
"Hey-hey-hey yo man...FUCK YOU, YOU FAT JELLY-FILLED MUTHAFUCKA!! WHAT'S UP?!?!"
*gunshots*
"C'MON MAN! FUCK YOU!! FUCK YOU, MAN!!"

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 out the street
And bust you in the mouth
Find a girl's daddy's rich
And his sweet little angel's my sewer freak bitch
But I throw the turkey head up to the stuffing
Like Billy Bill say, "A bitch ain't nothing."
Grab her by the arm and break it
Grab her by the life and take it
And, ya know, the sight'll make ya sick
Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic

Psychopatchic!!
Psychopatchic!!
Psychopatchic!!
Psychopatchic!!
Psychopatchic!!
Psychopathcic!!

11 - Blackin' Your Eyes

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock...might go psycho sick...tick tock, tick tock, filled yo head with lead...tick tock, tick tock...cuz I want you dead...tick tock, tick tock, cuz I want you dead...tick tock, tick tock...cause I want you dead...dead...dead...cause I want you...-d-dead!!

Girlie, girlie bitch
You fuckin' freaky bitch
I'm knowin' what you think
You think your shit don't stink
Take you out to dine
And dine and wine and dine
I'll tell you you look fine
Then we fuck till I break your spine
Bitchy, bitchy ho
We's fuckin' on the floor
We's fuckin' in the bed
Then I'll shoot you in your head
You never make me cry
Before that bitch you die
Wicked clown sadistic
Sadistic psycholistic
I do like Nate the Mack
And club ya in the back
I'm not like other guys
I'm quick to blacken yo eyes

Come in son, take off your coat, I'll make you feel at home
Then take out my billy club and go upside your dome
Bitchy, bitchy hoe
You fuckin' freaky hoe
Bitchy, bitchy hoe
You fuckin' freaky hoe
Bitchy, bitchy hoe
You fuckin' freaky hoe
Bitchy, bitchy hoe
You fuckin' freaky hoe

You have a can of mace
I'll shoot you in your face
I'll grab you by the neck
And rip that shit out!!
Don't think that I'd hit ya
But I'd punch and stomp and kick ya
"You wouldn't hit a lady!"
"What bitch! What ho! BITCH!!!"
You told me that you loved me
I thought that shit was true
But then you sucked on my boy's dick until his balls turned blue
Freaky, freaky trick
Take your fucking pick
Suck or fuck or what?
Nasty, nasty slut
I guess "love" is the word
You act like you ain't heard
I'm not like other guys
I'm quick to blacken yo eyes

Bitchy, bitchy ho
You fuckin' freaky ho
Bitchy, bitchy ho
You fuckin' freaky ho
Bitchy, bitchy ho
You fuckin' freaky ho
Bitchy, bitchy ho
You fuckin' freaky ho

Tick tock, tick tock, tick...

I heard you gotta neck. Why, uh, why don't you let me, uh...why don't you uh...why don't you let me break it, bitch?

I think I heard a ho
A helpless drunken ho
Someone tell me so
Do I hear a ho?
Bitch, get in the car
Then I'll take you to the bar
But I took her to the alley
And kicked her with the Balley
Stomped her in her face
Her chicky, chicky face
You took my heart and bit it
So I took your lip and split it
You took my life and crushed it
I took your head and bust it
I take your leg and break it
I take your life and take it
And bitch it's no surprise
I'm not like other guys
Take it, take it, take it
Cut off your head and bake it
And bitch it's no surprise
I'm quick to blacken your eyes

Come in son, take off your coat, I'll make you feel at home
Take that razor to your throat, I'm from the ghetto zone

Bitchy, bitchy ho
You fuckin' freaky ho
Bitchy, bitchy ho
You fuckin' freaky ho
Bitchy, bitchy ho
You fuckin' freaky ho
Bitchy, bitchy ho
You fuckin' freaky ho
Bitchy, bitchy ho
You fuckin' freaky ho
Bitchy, bitchy ho
You fuckin' freaky ho
Bitchy, bitchy ho
You fuckin' freaky ho
Bitchy, bitchy ho
You fuckin' freaky ho
Bitchy, bitchy ho
You fuckin' freaky ho
Bitchy, bitchy ho
You fuckin' freaky ho

12 - Never Had It Made

No! No!! NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
"Next."
"Uh, yes Mr. Gatekeeper, now we have, uh, Joeseph Bruce, also known as Violent J."
"Oh yes, I've heard of that hideous fuck. Tell me, what makes you think I'd EVER allow you into these pearly gates?"
"Wait man, lemme explain dawg!"
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
Cause I'm going to grade three
Thank God it's lunch in a minute
Bit into my hot dog with a razorblade 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 up on 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 own heart 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 man, shhh, 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
Ya act like ya ain't never seen penitentiary

"We the jury find the defendant guilty of 47 counts of first degree murder."
"Very well. Mr. Bruce, do you have any last words before your sentence?"
"Yeah...your mudda."
"Fine...LIFE IN PRISON MOTHAFUCKA!!!!!!"

Spitting and cussing and you know I'm pissed
With these iron braces on my fucking wrists
And I'm heading for the slammer
Serial killa, 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
Swallow it and kept on trucking
But there'll be no fucking
That's strictly for the soft
Ain't seen a freak in a week and my nuts fell off
So I'm fidna escape
How much shit can one klepto 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
Got no family, I got no friends
I pray to God that my life ends

"Do you have any last words my son?"
"Yes Father, I do."
"SO WHAT!!!"
*zzzzzaaappp!!!*

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
Till 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'ma 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 cough
You can't get me
I swing from a tree
Shouting and cussing and shooting at me
Everybody's addin' they two cents
My branch broke and I fell on a picket fence
I'm stuck and they 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 about a wicked clown
You wanna know!!
You wanna know!!
You wanna know all about a wicked clown
A wicked clown
A wicked clooooooooown......
You wanna know about a wicked clown...
I never had it made!
I never had it made!
You wanna know...you wanna know I never had it made!
A wicked clown
You wanna know...
You wanna know about a wicked clown...

13 - Your Rebel Flag

Stop the bus!
Violent J comes out, barrels to your chest
And blow your lungs out
Motherfuck a fucking hick
I'll kick you in the mouth, swell your fucking lips up
You swallow them teeth when I do
And me and my boys will run a train on your Felma Lou
Then break her fucking back
Goddamn bigots ain't all that
So I'ma cut your brain out
Reach in and pull your spine out
Welcome to the Carnival show
You're invited, you and your bitch Flo
And the wicked clowns gonna jack
Cut your lights off and if you crawl back
Don't step to the city folk
Bitch, that's why you got your titties broke
So get back on your ardvark
Don't let me see a bigot coming through Clark Park
Cut his neck with my good blade
Thirty-four years old, still in the third grade
Yet speaking on others
Look at your hootin-anny-ass motherfucker
And your Billy bitch hey
Fuck both 'cha'll and your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag
"Been down south, you can't tell me..."
Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly
Uncle Willy
Acting nilly
Old bitch cooking up viddles
That fuck on the porch playing the fiddle
You know I'd love to show you that ghetto style
Take you out back and throw you in the shit pile
Life in the inner city
I'd whip your ass, but you're all shitty and funky
Like the pigs you eat
Picking that shit off them yellow feet
Don't step or so much as cough
Or I'ma shoot you in the back till your chest falls off
What you say ain't always hype
So I'll slap you in the face with a lead pipe
Teach the kids what the pops taught you
And he's a funky-ass bigot too
Fell short of the due respect
Don't speak when I slap you in your red neck
Fuck all that bullshit you stuck on
Get back on your mule and get the fuck on
Don't look back, or I'ma hit ya
Take that redneck bitch out wit' ya
Spit on your rebel rag
So fuck you and your rebel flag

Wilbur - I'ma cut his neck
Haus - I'ma break his back
Guber - I'ma stab his face
Jed - I'ma slit his throat
Wilbur - I'ma cut his neck
Haus - I'ma break his back
Guber - I'ma stab his face
Felma Lou - I'ma fuck her in the ass

"Hillbillies listening down south..."
"Hillbillies listening down south..."

I'm up and I'm headed for the south
Fidna put a round of buckshot in your mouth
And blow the back of your fucking neck loose
Hillbillies run around like a headless goose
Cuz you tried burning down my cross
That's ready racist hick named Haus
You sleep in the barn and you fuck your horse
Brick to the head, put you back on course, yeah
But ya know I chill
Cuz if I don't flex on you, the others will
Straight folks in the south won't have it
They put a round in your racist ass quick
The cool in the south team up with the north
And blow that bigot off his fucking horse
So put away your goddamn twine
Cuz I'm a cut your pipe and take a little moonshine
Then drink it all up
Barrels to your face and blow your fucking head off
Keep on gunning cuz of what they said
Punk, I'll put a slug in your bald head
Scalp a skinhead quick
And your greasy-ass triple Klan ain't shit
Zip you up in the bag
And I'll shit on a motherfucking rebel flag
"Yeah shit on a rebel flag!!"

Fuck your rebel flag!!
Fuck your rebel flag!!
Fuck your rebel flag!!
Fuck your rebel flag!!
Fuck your rebel flag!!
Fuck your rebel flag!!
Fuck your rebel flag!!
Fuck your rebel flag!!
Fuck your rebel flag...
Fuck your rebel flag...
Fuck your rebel flag...
It ain't shit...

Wilbur - I'm a cut his neck
Haus - I'm a break his back
Guber - I'm a stab his face
Jed - I'm a slit his throat
Wilbur - I'm a cut his neck
Haus - I'm a break his back
Guber - I'm a stab his face
Felma Lou - I'm a fuck her in the ass
Wilbur - I'm a cut his neck
Haus - I'm a break his back
Guber - I'ma stab that motherfucker in his...BITCH!!!

14 - Ghetto Freek show

Ghetto freak-ghe-ghe-ghetto freak show....Ghetto freak-ghe-ghe-ghetto freak show....Ghetto freak-ghe-ghe-ghetto freak show....Ghetto freak-ghe-ghe-ghetto freak show....Ghetto freak-ghe-ghe-ghetto freak show....Ghetto freak-ghe-ghe-ghetto freak show....Ghetto freak-ghe-ghe-ghetto freak show....Ghetto freak-ghe-ghe-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, I'm in 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
Wrapped 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...ghe-ghe-ghetto freak show
I'd rather be dead...ghe-ghe-ghetto freak show
I'd rather be dead...ghe-ghe-ghetto freak show
I'd rather be dead...ghe-ghe-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
Cause the rich man be stressing all the dumb stuff
They cut they 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, buttfucking 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...ghe-ghe-ghetto freak show
I'd rather be dead...ghe-ghe-ghetto freak show
I'd rather be dead...ghe-ghe-ghetto freak show
I'd rather be dead...ghe-ghe-ghetto freak show

Ahaha, Violent J, the Ghetto Freak Show is still alive!! The ultimate amazing freak show is here on the Carnival of Carnage!! Line up and see him!! He's lived years in the slums and he's still alive to tell about it!! 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 alive!!!

15 - Taste

Heard of thoughts going on in the free world
Broke out the asylum and killed a girl
Just to warm up just to get it on
Cuz I'ma be cutting throats till the break of dawn
Can't nobody get me
I've always been a psycho but now they coming with me
That's straight to Wit T. Mark
Cuz 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 fucker
Took me for a sucker
Now we killing you instead of killing each other
Walked in your house
Shot him in the mouth
Lean back the head and pour the brains out
My lyrics are strong
It's only a song
The government front like they don't know what's going on
Fuck...I'll take the matter in my own hands
Cut ya down, cat, cut ya down
Cuz I know the rich go jogging
And I'm waiting in the bushes axe to the noggin
About thirty, forty times
Psychedelic sick with a psycho, psycho rhyme
Thought you'd keep the killing in one place
But I'm at your door, motherfucker have a taste
Fucking you up, won't let you pass
Fucking you up, shot you in the ass
Jumped out the alleyway with the motherfucking battle axe
Throwin' dead bodies on the motherfucking train tracks
I'm sick of this shit on my TV
They're showing psychopathics and I see me
And you're calling me a homeless hobo
While I'm laying on my sway couch listening to Mojo
Snipe you in the head from a tower
I'll chase your naked ass clean out the shower
Finally catch you down the block
Take this here gat, shoot ya in the cock
Who you fucking with governor E?
Don't you know I'll hang your dead ass from a tree?
Yup, then swing you by the foot
Mister jumble-looking bald-head 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, jack off
The clown'll stick his knife in your face
Motherfucker...have a taste

In Detroit, doing time, time be done
With a number of solutions cuz we're nothing but wicked men
How many motherfuckers have I known over the years
Got their necks blown out or crippled in their fears?
And I'll tell you cuz I've been in many schools further this
Cuz I'm drawn by the one vision of the iron fist
Raised with the crime with nothing to eat
So my natural instinct is to kill in the streets
But I'm above that, my sense of caution
Jumpsteady stepping over the government's brainwashing
Take it, take it further, take it further, take it far
Don't let them even judge you cause you know who you are
Seems they don't even know about the inner city crime war
Money on the troops in the desert, what the fuck for?
Damn, that's stupid, their minds must be failing
Think I'd rather pay a little extra to the gallon
And save a human life or two
End this ghetto war for the homies that I once knew
You're peeping out the bomb with your closed eyes
You're peeping out the bomb with your closed eyes, ho
I have a mind, killer rage
Waiting for change
In the folds of my jacket, I craddle my gauge
What'cha gonna do when I show up at your place?
Try ignore it this time, motherfucker, have a taste

You need a spoonful, in another words, a little taste
So let me feed you the city life at a steady pace
Wake up to gunfire, thinking it was a dream
Till you hear neighbors holler and a young child scream
Everyday thing, think you can take it
Just wait till you see the crackhead at your front door, naked
Beggin' for money acting like he know ya
You slam the door in fear, but someday he'll show ya
Catch ya at gun point range, you're getting jacked
"Come up with it, bitch!!!" now you don't know how to act
But that's life inexperienced is a mutha
Happens everyday, one after another
But the suburb living is high class
Well, high class, never see me trade with your ass
And show you the rough times
Hungry, homeless people committing crime after crime
And bitches coming to pipe for dough
Then they run to rock sto'
To buy some rock snow
And I hear you're making fun of that
ICP, "What's up E?"
Get your bats
It's time for you to crack some necks
And if they don't know now, show them what to expect
Because it doesn't matter the race or the place
Capitol E, giving the inner city taste

We headed from Birmingham, Groose Pointe, and Beverly Hills!! I thought you knew cause we in a devilish mood...

Guess who's rolling with the ICP?
The Black Devil coming straight from the D
I'm heading out to Birmingham
My temperature is burnin', man
Looking for the governor to kill him and I think I can
Violent J, know the way, so I'm gonna getcha'
If you're standing in my way, I'm gettin' with 'cha
The Black Devil, that devil ya don't know
Gettin' mo' pussy than Bel Biv Devoe
Hey man, do you know my name?
Esham with Natas, not Soul Train
So gimme mine cuz it ain't about black and white
It ain't about wrong and right
On Devil's Night
I'll burn a cross in your fucking face
Now homicide's gotta new case
So gimme a taste...

So gimme a taste
So gimme a taste
So gimme a taste
So gimme a taste
Just a little taste, just a little taste
Have a little taste, have a little
Just a little taste, just a little taste
Have a little taste, have a little
Just a little taste, just a little taste
Have a little taste, have a little
Just a little taste, just a little taste
Have a little taste, have a little
Just a little taste, just a little taste
Have a little taste, have a little
Just a little taste, just a little taste
Have a little taste, have a little
Just a little taste...