(Hey yo J) What's up player? (You know they don't like juggalos over there) Right (50 bucks says you don't get nothin) Man, let me tell you somethin Check this out (What up?) It might sound shady But I fuck a rich hoe named Grady. They call her that cause her hair is blue, She's one of them rebellious rock chicks too. Anyway she has a big hoop in her neden, Rings, chains, needles, pins, and things Tatoos, it might sound fierce, But I swear to God the bitch gots her butthole pierced. She told me she liked it rough, I'm like straight, First thing she did was punch me in the face, I'm about to plant one to her jaw, Before I could she was tounging my balls, Oooooh whadablah, I dropped my weapon, Looked down and my nuts was kicksteppin, We was butt naked all over the floor It felt weird though cause we was at the Faygo store.
[Chorus] Momma don't like this wicked clown I might come from the dark side of town When she's gone and you're alone again 50 bucks says you'll let me in
(Hey yo Shaggy) What up player? (You know they don't like juggalos over there) Right (50 bucks says you don't get nothing) Maan, let me tell you somethin. I've done fuck bitches both sides of the border, Nuthin like Gretta the millionaire's daughter, Something like 950-sumthin pounds, 5'8" tall and she looove clowns. Bitch had titties like water balloons, My boys used to swing off 'em like baboons, She'd buy us chocolates, swiss cheese pie, And take it, and bake it... completely naked, An ocean of loopness it ain't like nuthin, Just jump anywhere in the mess and start humpin, Don't really matter where I stick my dick, I just reach (yeah), and grab (yeah), and stab (yeah), and jab (yeah), But that ain't the reason that I love this hoe, She used to do a funny little trick with my dick hole: She'd blow into it and make a wish, And my nuts would expand like puffer fish.
"Wake... Revenge is mine 12 people will die tonight" [Violent J] Now I look and then reborn Though I have just until dawn I remember every face Spirits show me every place First one sleeps inside his bed Place my fingers on his head To each temple push and smother Till my fingers touch each other [Shaggy 2 Dope] Next one makes love to his wife Only wish to take his life For his family's done no wrong Place his children on the lawn Tell the misses, leave the room Less she wish to witness doom Grab the squirming filthy goat And shove the dresser down his throat [Violent J] I must quickly use my gift Next two work the midnight shift Drinking coffee in the back I will listen to them chat Hear them speaking of my death Hear the laughter in their breath But the laughter quickly died When their heads collide Die! You're gonna die... [Violent J] Now my anger's growing worse Next one's working as a nurse Have to make a doctor's call Drag my body down the hall Grab a scalple and a blade Time to play the nurse's aide Operate and strap her down Carve her face into a clown [Shaggy 2 Dope] Killed another then three more Now we're down to only four This man drives a taxi cab Another wicked life to grab Screaming that he'd thought I'd died Let's go for a taxi ride In the wreck of twisted steel The stearing wheel becomes his meal [Violent J] This man watches his TV Scanning channels endlessly Stops at station forty-four It's the Wicked Clown Show Watch me juggle, watch me dance In 3-D watch me enhance Watch me crawl out from the screen And squeeze your neck until you're green Die! You're gonna die... Time... [Violent J] Even though, there's just one left I feel my bones becoming stiff And now I wonder endlessly The spirits have abandoned me My limbs are falling piece by piece My ears and fingers in the street But still yet see no morning sun And here's my victim's early run [Shaggy 2 Dope] Quickly grab him from behind Round his neck with fishing twine Keep him still and pull the string Watch his head go bobbaling Listen to my riddle song Even though my crime was wrong Murder me just for your law And I'll be back for all y'all Die! You're gonna die... I'll be back for all y'all...
I got shot with a buck shot, shot me down But you know you can't paint a frown on a clown Sewer gutter blood runs through my system Death stopped by but I must have just missed him Am I in a southwest street gang? Do I bang, do I slang, do I let my motherfuckin' nuts hang? But do you care I got stabbed in the eye and you wadn't no where And what about the time I got fucked When I got shot in the throat...fuckin' sucked But you news wouldn't know me You could give a fuck less never the less unless Something happened in your suburbs I'm a cut your daddy's neck, you little fuckin' nerd I don't give a fuck where you're from boy So don't tell me cuz I don't give a fuck It's all about what's going on in your head Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, it don't bother you Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, it don't bother you You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection I woke up next to a dead body Roll it out the way and jump out of bed Strap on my kicks and step out my room Cuz somehow there's another stiff in the bathroom Dead fucks all over the grass I'm a kick somebody in they dead ass Quick to make a left on Jefferson And I noticed there's another stiff riding shotgun Am I just seeing things? No. Is your mother a soggy ho? I like to drink Faygo, out from the scotties But then one out of one of my homeboys turned into dead bodies But I'm straight with that Just don't be leaving your guts in my car n' shit Wait a minute, wait, get your head on straight I drop seventeen tears from eyes every fucking day I gotta wonder if they do Should I burn the rebel flag or the red white and blue too I can't do much, but they can But those motherfuckers gotta death wish, man I'm gonna swim in they blood shed Justi-justify the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, it don't bother you Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, it don't bother you You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection Yeah, dead bodies man They ain't so bad I mean they're all over in the Streets n shit ya know But they don't be fuckin' with you They just lay there dead as shit I mean they tasted kinda straight With a little mustard, man Yeah, much worse Seventeen dead bodies hanging from a telephone wire All seventeen on fire Lightening up the sky with the smell of death Rich bigot fucker, take a deep breath Look at you makes me go baddy Motherfucker don't be nothing like your daddy Cuz he's nothing but a redneck hoe Him and his kind created this ghetto They can deal with they own creation Move out farther, suburb vacation But it don't work like that Knock at your door and it's me running slug bat I'm a stick it to your fuckin' nugget About seventeen times and you're gonna love it motherfucker Drive down my street And stare at the folks who can't make end's meat You don't know now but that's the plan Most people in Hell were rich when they died, man Take that to your golden bed Cuz I'm a cut your ass up for the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, it don't bother you Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, it don't bother you You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection Well, ya know Violent J's kinda wicked If there's a booger in my nose I'm a pick it And flick it in your eye like you ain't jack And stomp my boots on your nutsac Well, I'm Shaggy and I'm in the house You don't think so, I'll put a brick in your mouth Can't nobody flex on a nutty clown I got boys down river straight hick town Well, ya know I'm coming straight from the trailor park That's me out front working on the Skylark I'm waiting on a check, I don't cut the grass And my woman's got babies falling all out her ass I'll be running with the carnival until I'm eighty And tonight I'm going out with the fat lady I strip the bitch down to the nitty gritty But I ain't saying shit about a wooden titty
(die bitch, fuckin die!) ALL NIGHT Find me robbin your jewels Settin fires Damaging, and breakin into schools IN THE DARKNESS Its much easier to be heartless Break the window out the Lincoln And screwdriver start this Muggin people Droppin on 'em from street lights Stab 'em with garden tools, Or beat 'em with pipes So dont come out Stay inside cozy and tucked And if im breakin in Ay old lady's gettin.. Fook'd! ALL DAY Car jacks get outta the van As soon as they step out I pop 'em anyway "BLAMMM!" I rob liquor stores with a lil 22 hold I know its nothing but its something When its butin at your nose SUNNY DAYS I hit up the beach with cleats on And stomp the bitches in they ass Tryina tan in they thongs ALL DAY See me fuckin hookers at truck stops And then i kill 'em Cause thats where my buck stops ALL NIGHT Im wicked and i got the power Bloodsheds on the wall during the witching hour IN THE DARKNESS See me ride by an impala Draggin some fuck ass by his foot and hear him holla IN THE NIGHT TIME I take whats rightfully mine I run through emergency rooms and sever life lines Fuck the limelight i'm the one i need to impress With a doiuble dip swinging ax chop to your chest ALL DAY Im sellin coke laced joints to little kids I'm a clown in a milk truck handlin biz IN THE SUNSHINE I been known to take shots at the po Im in the bushes with the camouflage on and rifle scope ALL DAY I wicked I keep it horrifying Ax murdered some kid and his dad kite flying I knock the fuckin mail man out on the grass And burned holes in his face With the magnifying glass ALL NIGHT I fly like a vampire bat And murder people telling stories where the campe fires at BLAME IT ON THE MOONLIGHT OR BLAME IT ON THE BOOGIE I shot the mother fuckin sheriff and his deputy rookie WHEN ITS DARK OUT I hit the streets in the shadows and grab yos, and BOOGIE THE WOOGIE And stab ho's Dont even give me a pound when you see this clown You gettin cut the fuck up And chopped the fuck down ALL DAY Catch me picnicking with the bitches in the park Right before i icepick 'em in the heart 24/7 If it aint us its somebody gettin bloody Wicked clowns aint the only ones nutty buddy CATCH ME, TOUNGE KISSIN A severed head Catch me burying another bitch dead Behind a shed It doesn't matter Night or day All around the clock VILOENT J AND SHAGGY CHOP, CHOP, CHOP, CHOP! YA GONNA DIE
[ring] "Hello?" "You have a collect call from 'woohoo!' Please answer the following question "yes", or "no", Will you pay for the call?" "Is this on?" "Gather round my wealthy friends And endure the horrifying sights Only your worst nightmares can produce Actual human beings of a deformed nature Come at once And come and indulge yourself In our own twisted amusement of Another's misfortune Yes, ladies and gentlemen Enter our three ring show of freaks" [Violent J] Ring one, a dung a dung dung My name's Violent J and I staple my tongue To the desk in school then I run down the hall Scaring the shit out of all y'all bitches Which is why you don't invite mine to your parties Just 'cause I don't look like everybody I guess they're bunch of rich boys, bitch boys Scary, bula! And what's the big deal about my neck Just because now and then I like to let it stretch Up a couple feet to get a better sight Is that any reason to scream and run in fright No, so, now how ya gonna act? So what if I got another arm growing out of my back I guess I'm just another freak show thing And now they got me in the three ri-ii-ii-ing [Chorus (2x):] Three ring a ding a ding ding People love to point and stare Three ring a ding a ding ding It's the same as everywhere [Shaggy 2 Dope] Ring two, how do you do? I'm Shaggy 2 Dope, chicken-faced bitch, who? You don't try to front ho Try to play me out just 'cause I'm running with the sideshow So maybe it's the leg growing out my neck But don't jet baby, heh, not yet I'm popping in like a pound of lead Black n blue, his next roll and drop me on my head Oh shit, I knew I had to fuck up my circuits 'cause when I was two my momma left me at the circus Abandoned at the carnival with the freak shows Like bad boys, hermaphrodites and old man crow But then I escaped to the ghetto zone Started a crew of my own, motherfucker, I'm not alone So don't be sticking your finger in my face stank Or your stomach might receive a shank from the 3 ring freak [Chorus (2x)] "I certainly hope your enjoy yourselves Here at our three ring exhibit But to be honest I really don't see What's so fucking funny about it These fucking people are real!" [Violent J] Ring three, the ICP Look if you want but I wouldn't lay a hand on me That's how you get fucked up We'll squeeze your windpipe shut Yo, I'm a nerd word, I drink "Thunderbird" Have Snake woman kick my love to the curb She busted into my tent, now I'm fucked Had the fat bearded lady in the buck, uh Fuck that, bitch, suck that I was born with a wang but I never had a nut sac Just two balls hanging with no protection so I move real careful and slow You can call me a weirdo, call me a freak Call me Don Knotts 'cause I'm getting on it every week, uh So come see the carnival and threw me your change, bitch I chill with the three rings [Chorus(2x)] "Well, that's it I hope you're satisfied I hope you had a good time You fucking heartless bastards You saw what you wanted So grab your fucking kids And that fat flop of shit wife of yours And get the fuck out of our circus tent You cold-hearted sons of bitches You think they look fucked up Just wait till I kick your Fucking lips in a couple times You'll be sitting up here like a bitch And we'll laughing at your folded ass They'll call you lumpy After I done put knots All over your fucking forehead Yeah, hey, hey little boy, come here How'd you like it if I tied your neck in a knot You fucking little bitch Come here, I'll shove that Fucking corn dog up your ass Get the fuck out of here Show's fucking over Get the fuck out of here You fucking heartless bastards"
Speak of our demise, you speak the tongue of the devil Every obstacle we cross we advance another level Our towers ascend much higher than the skyline So if you want beef I got yours, why don't you try mine? Friends becomes enemies because time surprises you Those who once idolize suddenly despisin you Later when asked who his influences were, suddenly he forgets and his brains become a blurr You get shit on for all that you did and all the love, all the time you spent tryin to vouch he ain't a scrub Keep your chronuts cause imma show grown nuts when the times right For now enjoy the limelight, we hittin from your blindside We don't want no inbetweeners on our team either See you walk home or get in the car packin the heat or that's a ryder the definition of a gunfight Try to pull one on me ill take your army out in one night Your gonna smash into a tree Crash right on the corner Horn blowin everybody dead early in the morning Cause we shoot back and like you got a fruit pack center All your blood comes squirtin out when all the bullets enter We some old time gangstas from the Southwest side Since I was 14 dreamt about commiting homicide but I never knew till now bang! bang! get down Never thought I could really do it now I see how Everybody fuckin pluckin from our tree It's time we guard the yard that's why I'm tellin y'all we reekin havoc next joker card I'm sick a talkin bout love when don't nobody show us none Except for Juggalo Ninjas (and tear the back from they were sleeping giants[?]) And when we ring the bells of war You best believe it, it's gonna be some hell to score Record sales I give a fuck whether we sell anymore I'm more concerned about revenge and mobbin in through your door Bitches out promotin our shows if I see that van again I swear to God ill get to panickin and brandishing a ten I ain't no chopper unless you talking about decapitation all you faggots eating off us causing more than aggravation Fuck your flyers pack your fuckin shit up and beat it If I catch you on our scene ill take a brick and make ya eat it I gotta love for everybody that was ever on the hatchet and it's gonna stay the same until we buried in a casket I ride with Myzery from the Bronx back to the murder mitten[?] all the way out to LA and back and never bullshittin when it's time to get forbidden whatever we commitin from a distance or a personal like a throat slittin Plus my homies from the Southwest side all down to ride unleash a maul to the battleground whenever we decide dirty groundhog out here all livin in our garden it's time we fuckin harden hit you with the beg your pardon of a moose Gonna Joe Bruce gun to make your juice run all over the walls behind you to remind you this is our turf and all that its worth is our takin it's time you fuckin fat piggys got blown into bacon Violent J and Shaggy who they want with the painted faces quit rippin us off always dreamin of tradin places but you'll never have what we got we too far up the mountain so stay the fuck in home like a pussy and keep poutin Jumpsteady my brother has been the keeper of the peace but even he says that it's time our fuckin dogs are released So let us pull the fuckin guns out and see who fuckin runs out and see who stays on our side ready to ride it's time that we quit lettin all the bullshit slide where the fuck is our pride raise from the dead if it died I moved my family to safe ground cause hell about to rain I can't front it feels good to go insane and bring the pain and shake the fuckin ground up my trigger fingers curled up piss on em and don't miss puk puk puk We hurt their feelings when we squirt their blood on the ceiling wicked clowns with an axe to your neck what's more appealing?! Check it out babe the House Of Wax Um no no Are you serious?! Honey I'm scared! Come on man! Well if your not gonna support me then I'm going home! Bye! Fuck you! What's this? Zen Of Love? Wonder if he could tell me about my fucked up relationship
[Violent J] Chillin at the Studio Chillin at the Studio 85 bucks an hour So hurry up and loop a beat Mike, come on! I'm Violent J, but my homies call me shithead But that's my homies To you I'm Violent J bitch I put my boys on a track even though they suck "Yo dawg I'm Dave I don't give a fuck." I did a record deal I signed a contract Technically for Island I can only rap But fuck that, with Twiztid I'ma still spit Even though I got a cold and I sound like shit What the fuck was that?! (Coughs) Fuck it, leave it in that shit was phat You heard this beat 80 times and I'ma still freak it And if you notice my shit don't even rhyme Look at that ... I ain't even got a rap and it's still phat My shit went gold I got fat knots And your still flyering parking lots You might say my vocals are up too loud So I'mma turn em up louder and I'll piss you off. Psychopathic Records are geniuses Get off our penises Here comes the chorus, but I got no hook Instead I'll just fuck with the phonebook [Phone rings] Hello? Yeah uh Harry Sacks please? Who is this? Uh Harry hey this is Slim Anus down at the cannery uh, Dick Shooter left a bulletin, something about uh Tou filling in his slot tonight down at the uh garage We got a casement of fudge, we need as many packers that we can get uh, uh Sacks Hello? [Jamie Madrox] My name is Jamie Madrox and I got fat balls I'm always urinating in the motel halls I got a big head that never fits a hat So you ain't seen me wearin a damn thing green bitch I'm far from rich I got a hooptie With a smash in the fender And in the back too I got a broken taillight and I'll smash you, bitch Get outta my way, we got clown luv Phat props to the lyrical Tom Dub. [Monoxide Child] It's the M, O, N, O, and I can't even spell the rest It takes too long and I need a fuckin cigarette I can't hear My right ear's mad wack So shut the fuck up and listen or get an ass kicking I slap hoes and call them bitches to their face And scream "Now fuck off bitch, Twiztid in the place!" So back up, recognize and check nuts Cause simply my dear, I don't give a fuck! [Phone rings] Psychopathic Yo this Mo Styles in dis peace, what's up son? Hello? Yeah, what's up son I'm lookin' for this deal you know what I'm sayin I got raps to bust for y'all Y'all ready for Mo Styles? I'm about to kick this flow You ready for this shit or what? Who is this? Word life son I'm Mo Styles I'm straight from the hood I got all my peoples on 1-800-increase-y'all We coming hard (Bring it, bring it, bring it) [Shaggy 2 Dope] My name's 2 Dope And sometimes Shaggy Sometimes Shaggs And some times Gweedy I get mad stupid I gets mad ill Locked down on all 5, fuck it I do this still Stretch my nuts back like a sling shot I plant em in your mouth Shake my hips like Elvis Wiggling my pelvis Last kid that stepped I applied the camel clutch And stretched his back like a muthafuckin bungie jump What! (Uh, uh, uh) [Violent J] I'm Violent J back to make you smile more I let my nutsack drag on the tile floor I kick free styles for miles My gold comes in piles I worked on Belle Isle I picked up deer shit and now I spit raps I snap your neck Cause my free styles are fresh. [Laughs]
"Ain't No Future In Your Frontin" (originally by MC Breed & DFC)
"Ain't No Future In Your Frontin" (originally by MC Breed & DFC)
To the beat, yall! Yes! This'll always sound good to me Rest in peace, MC Breed This sound hard and juggalos gonna jam to Get the record a second 'cause I plan to Hit the people like a scene of a amezement While they slip my graffiti on a pavement Grumble like I never do Shotgun pointed dead at you What are you gonna do? You listen to the knowledge of a sunset You wanna get high? We gonna touch the sky Throw a "Wicked Clown" up, we proclaim the name We don't show no shame, 'cause we across the lane I'm like a rhino runnin' through the roughest path They figure I'm a trigger-happy killer, so they step back Freeze! Because we's the coldest Who lasts the longest and who's the boldest? And in the game it's plain to see You listen to the sounds of Breed THROUGH THE I.C.P. You don't stop To the beat, yall! It ain't no future in yo frontin' You don't stop To the beat, yall! You don't stop I never got caught with a kilo And if you ever do, yo, you never be with me, yo Always getting head 'cause I love the way it feeYol Leave the crowd bald 'cause it's the place that I be, yo Never have to worry 'bout my crew getting jumped And if we ever do, Legs Diamond pop the trunk We don't go for playin', unless you playin' with my balls When I'm on the mic I ain't for playin', not at all Cause I fuck 10 hoes a week boomin' at my peak 20 years on stage, but I still get geeked I can give you a job, a place to eat hearty And we all gettin' rowdy in a Hatchet Man -party Takin' over, barkin' like a dog named Rover (woof!) Big bad-guy from a four-leaf clovers Hit yo bottom like a venomous cobra Sharpen my axe up and then I'm coming over You don't stop To the beat, yall! It ain't no future in yo frontin' You don't stop To the beat, yall! You don't stop Joe B, R to the U-C-E and Down with my homie M-E-C and Joey and Suckers causin' static, cause we still be disagreein' I don't give a fuck 'cause I'm from D-E-T-R-Oit A city where pity runs low If you ever shoot through my city, now you know Cause we are strictly business and we also got our pride And if you don't like it, I suggest you break wide Juggalotus got hellfire, can't deny it Fuck the fake-weed, if it's legal, I don't buy it I ain't got time to fuck with these hoes Blow my fucking dingaling until my dick explodes That's the way I am, every ninja be different When we order Faygo 3 semis for a shipment If I was the president, then I would state facts And rule to fucking world with a solid-gold axe It ain't no future in your frontin' You don't stop To the beat, yall! It ain't no future in yo frontin' You don't stop To the beat, yall! You don't stop Stick my damn foot angle deep in yo colon When I go insane, no it ain't, no controllin' Put my name Shaggy on everything I own I once stole a jeep, put a gat up to his dome Shine it up good, kickin' through the neighborhood Carnival of Carnage creepin' out the Kenwood Quick to grip around it, and then I'll have it chopped Won't pass mad cops but I never got stopped Ain't no future in your frontin' You don't stop To the beat, yall! It ain't no future in yo frontin' You don't stop To the beat, yall! You don't stop Bring that shit, bring it To the beat, yall! You don't stop To the beat, yall! You don't stop I said fuck all the rules of the world Live my life raw, cause I never liked the law In my black truck I pass Bentleys Had my old crew turned to crack-headed fiends I put in mad work, but I never break a sweat Time to move out, my posse sayin' (bet) You got my back, and I got yours What time is it? Hm, tear down the doors To the beat, yall! You don't stop There ain't no future in your frontin' Never was, cuz Yo, Mark, drop that, drop that To the beat, yall! To the beat, yall! To the beat, yall! You don't stop
[Intro:] Rude boy sittin pancaked on 23's Clown Love to chicago juggalos we underground like Blaze my dead homie and yours we dead we dead, no wait a minute... we don't die! we don't die we dead [Violent J:] Maybe i like bloody, murder music, you know shit like " stab your fuckin eye" Maybe i like eatin shit like Tylenol PM's cuz 5 or 6 will get you high Maybe i like punchin people i don't even know, i knock em flat up fuckin out (PAH) Tuck some money in they jacket with a note that simply reads " i had to let some anger out" (sorry) Maybe i only hang with weirdos, and hoodlums, and junkies, i keep em be my side (what up) Maybe mam doesnt understand a friend is hard to come by, so i'll keep what i can find (My Boys) Maybe i got 2 felonies, tattoos on my neck and i always paint my face Can i still data your daugter? i mean i think i outta, i like the way she taste [Chorus:] AINT YO BIDNESS how i act! AINT YO BIDNESS dont get slapped! AINT YO CONCERN WHAT WE DO LESS YOU WANT YO face slapped too! [Violent J:] Maybe i dont even like you, but i gotta front cuz your a record label guy (mother fucker) What if i dragged you by the hair, into the street, and beat your ass, and put a boot up in your eye (Puh! Bitch!) Maybe i would rather fuck a Missy Elliot before a Tony... "Braxton" Maybe i would rather fuck a Mecy Grey before a Janet... "Jackson" Maybe i dont have no self esteem so i like to pick on everbody else Maybe when i was a boy, underneath my shirt i had bruises and welts "Oh" (its ok) Maybe i was hungry, bottom barrel poor, and my mom was always sick Maybe i'm lying, i'm just trying to find an excuse to be a dick, I'm a dick - dick Maybe i'm upset that you left me, i'll ahng myself right above your bed " you should try suicide" From the ceiling fan, so i'll be swingin when you walk i, i might kick you in the head (Stook!) Maybe i got seven therapists, i been committed, but manager he got me free (Double A yall) 18 Pills a day, i get so dizzy and high, sometimes i can't even see, (I gotta sit down) [Chorus:] AINT YO BIDNESS how i act! AINT YO BIDNESS dont get slapped! AINT YO CONCERN WHAT WE DO LESS YOU WANT YO face slapped too!