Insane Clown Posse

[fox69]

"Get Ya Wicked On"

"Get Ya Wicked On"


[Shaggy 2 Dope (Violent J)]
I punch bitches in their fake titties (He Does)
I got warrants in like 8 cities (He does)
I like to murder those provokin (he does)
I swing quick, and leave a motherfucker's throat hangin open
I drink the blood of a street rat (he does)
Yo, Monox Boogie where tha weed at
I got 18 plus speed (uh huh)
With a plus 2 dagger from the Tomb of Horrors, D&D
(We cave heads in wit a brick) We Do
We fuck hotties with tha same dick (we do)
(We eat power lines and generators) We do
One time we shut detroit city off for like 11 hours
(We the wickedest believe that) We do
Stevie Wonder-Bra can see that (shit he do)
(We'll rip your head off) and swing it by the hair
(Until we get blood everywhere) Motherfucker getcha wicked on
[Chorus 2x]
We know you hate who we are, but even in Shangri-La
A wicked Clown gotta get they WICKED ON
(JD the Weedman with the Juggalo Crip Walk)
[Violent J (Shaggy 2 Dope)]
I'll drive a tank through your high school (he does)
I let the carnival high rule (he does)
I get sick like a crime story (he does)
Motherfucker this tha Southwest Side Ghetto Territory
I can make a fist with your neck in it (he can)
I need my medication every 20 minutes (he does)
I store dead bodies all up under my house
And every night I hear 'em runnin they mouth gettin wicked on me
(Day-days on my black hearse) We do
Clown Love Juggalos First (they do)
(Red and black skullcaps everywhere)
With tha fresh face paint and the Twiztid hair
(We find peace at the graveyard) We do
Me and the Wraith sit and play cards (they do)
(So move out of our way) and get out of our path
(Or we'll say your head in half) Motherfucker getcha wicked on

 

[fox69]

"Ghetto Freak Show"

"Ghetto Freak Show"


[Chorus X4]
Ghetto freak show Ghe Ghe Ghetto Freakshow
Ghetto freak Ghe Ghetto Freakshow
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
[Chorus X4]
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
[Chorus X4]
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 alive

 

[fox69]

"Ghetto Rainbows"

"Ghetto Rainbows"


[Chorus x3]
How the fuck could this be?
Up in the sky?
There is a rainbow over the hood!
See we got homes abandon fires flare
Don't dare walk down over there
Hookers, pimps oxi80's
Trailer park meth labs, crack babies.
In the spot workin' cook up
Walk outside,
Take a look up!
It's a Rainbow over the city,
Look back down aroun' you, Shitty!
Gosh, just heard trailers are lurkin',
Yet still i hear the birds are chirpin',
This world ain't meant for this,
So much bliss but easy to miss,
Rubbers on the sidewalk, used syringes,
Stuck in a hotel 2 week binges
Look high in the sky to remind you
Even if you're lost rainbows will find you!
[Chorus x4]
How the fuck could this be?
Up in the sky?
There is a rainbow over the hood!
Built with aids, pepsi, coke
I ain't talkin' pepsi
Cracksmoke all in the rain
Down the drain moms in pain need that boy in her veins
It's so hard so many distractions,
So much negative action
Keeps your attention placed,
Off the magic, and on the waste!
If you see a rainbow look quick
Potholes will wreck yo shit!
Don't get caught dreamin' I hope,
Your head might get locked in the scope!
If your standin' there lookin' at a rainbow,
You might wonder, where'd your brains go?
For everyone that wanna see you succeed
A hundred mo' wanna see you bleed!
[Chorus x2]
How the fuck could this be?
Up in the sky?
There is a rainbow over the hood!
Cars on blocks,
Shriveled up rose,
Skys above our windows,
Body in an alley wit blew out brains,
There'll still be a rainbow after it rains!
Rainbows don't hate or discriminate,
Its mankinds fate to create mistakes,
Just look at the skys above the gutta'
Above the warzones
Above each other!
Rainbows stretch over lands of ruin,
Where troubles brewin' whatever we doin'
Don't live blind a sheep in line
Find it save the best of yo' time!
G codes street codes rules I drop,
I only get this one chance I won't drop,
It's more than I got imma find the pot
At the end of the rainbow like it or not,
I'm not gonna rot,
Stop on the block,
Shot by a cop in the parkin' lot,
When my feet stop least I've gave it a shot
No regrets when my death goes pop!
[Chorus]
How the fuck could this be?
Up in the sky?
There is a rainbow over the hood!

 

[fox69]

"Graveyard"

"Graveyard"


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

Tick to the motherfuckin tock
Nigga the click from Project Born and ICP are here to rock
Nigga trippin in the graveyard
Just don't try to play hard
It will be your ass up on the block
Up on the block when I start pullin cards
Cuz J will be the barrier
2 Dope will be the carrier
And Project Born is wworn to put a bullet in your derriere
It's time to wake the dead and dead and move
And then they woke up a lot of souls
And hope to hell with the Nitty folk
Cuz I be dreamin I'm dead and gone
And on the fucken tooth I miss
Mr. Nitty 74 to 94 took two to the head
Tryin to be hard to get you there
A nine milla mil will put you there
Punk ass nigga do your hair six motherfuckers will carry you there
It'll side your fate, if I'm movin I be hurtin ya
I'm puttin on way to much drinks so it is curtains for ya
Bitches I'm a blast and the bitches are never after
These punk ass thinks he's tryin to throw the casket
on the masta, I'm fasta
You should of tried to beat me to the ticker yo
I don't give a fuck if Mr. Nitty bein hoe
Don't risk your neck from the brother on the boulevard
G-r-a-v-e-y-a-r-d bitch it's the graveyard

Stop into the graveyard been chillen here for days
Workin the graveyard shift diggen up all the graves
Sellin all the stiff to the Dead Body Man
One came back to life so then I began to ran
The decrepit motherfucker was followin right behind
I don't know what to do, I think I'm losin my mind
Right then the corpse came jumpin out a tree
Way out a tree, and fallin on top of me
Back on my feet, a zombie in my face
Put my hands around his neck and tried to put it in a brace
But a nope, that's not how the shit goes
His head poped off and started nibblin on my toes
I got dead bodies to the right
I got dead bodies to the left
I done took care of one, but what about the rest?
Tie me up with some veins draggin me into the tomb
I knew I had to be doomed
Cause I can hear the loons in my head
Clear as day, echoin through my brain
Tellin me somthin's wrong then I felt the pain
It was nockin down my flesh by the pound
But that's what happens
when you be fuckin around in the graveyard, dawg

Come to the graveyard now you see what's goin on
You scarder then a motherfucker shouldn't of brought your ass along
It ain't no place to hide, and it ain't no place to run
And plus I pack a bible, a shovel, and a shot gun
Don't you point your finger though ICP don't ride a hearse
You think it's over now, but now it's gonna get much worse
Deadly hows I play the game, nothin else can fuck with that
See you wanna don't know what you got, you better duck with that
The dead will come alive and decapitate your fuckin head
Now I gotta wake the dead, sleepin on the death bed
Mr. Nitty gonna dig a ditch, to you and your fuckin bitch
I'm stealin for the broken hoe
Suck on my dick you rich hoe
Your daddy got a job and he treat me like a bum
But I'm a let his ass know, he can come and get some
And he ain't mean shit to me, comin from the PJP
The Project Born assassin but you best be watchin me
Cause I'm diggin graves, graves is what I'm diggin
I can't believe this shit, this niggas still liven
So why you gonna play hard? Brother blow your hole card
And I'll go slap your ass with the shovel in the graveyard

My name is Violent J and I be sleeping in a coffin
Deep underground, never to be found
Then my body rots as I'm sleepin in peace
Cuz nobody dares to ever wake the deceist
But who is this motherfucker knockin at my tomb?
Disturbin the worms that are tryin to consume, my body
It better be somebody worthy, bastard
Oh, he he, it's the Ringmaster
Givin me orders to awake from the dead
My body is decayed I need to find a new head
And a new leg, but then I'll be straight
To crawl from the dirt, and put in some work
One o'clock one thirty, two in the morning
Wicked Clowns ICP and Project Borning
At the graveyard I got the whole wide world in my hands
Cuz I'm the Dead Body Man
Wicked, Wicked Jokers, Wicked Jokers, Wicked Fun
Eiffel eye and T and Southwest become one
And in the name of the dead you got dealt yet another joker card
Straight from the graveyard [repeat]

 

[fox69]

"Great Milenko"

"Great Milenko"


Great Milenko (Ha Ha ha Ha Ha)
Great Milenko (Hm hm Hm hm Ha ha ha ha)
Great Milenko (Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha)
Great Milenko (Hm hm Hm hm Ha ha ha ha)
Come one, come all, and witness magic!
I introduce to you an occult sorcerer
Of the ancient craft of Necromancy
A caster of mind-bending illusions
From the nether void of the shadow walkers
A soul from Shangra La, The Great Milenko
Great Milenko (Ha Ha ha Ha Ha)
Great Milenko (Hm hm Hm hm Ha ha ha ha)
Great Milenko (Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha)
Great Milenko (Hm hm Hm hm Ha ha ha ha)
Ladies and Gentlemen
Witness the keeper of arcane, wicked voodoo magic
A beguiler of spells, hexes, and curses
With the help of potions, talismans, and ancient relics
From the forbidden realms of the Dark Carnival
Ladies and Gentlemen
The Great Milenko
Great Milenko (Ha Ha ha Ha Ha)
Great Milenko (Hm hm Hm hm Ha ha ha ha)
Great Milenko (Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha)
Great Milenko (Hm hm Hm hm Ha ha ha ha

 

[fox69]

"Growing Again"

"Growing Again"


The jump off one summer night i noticed my shoes was fittin wrong
My feet was all the sudden a half an ich too long
I jumped in my car and though "now who the fuck was in my seat,
Fuckin with my lever and re-adjustin my mirrors"
I stopped to get a slurpee and i noticed i was floodin' in my jeans;
Getting back in my car, i split my ass seam
My shit ain't hardly fitting anymore, fucked up detergent or
I'm growin bigger than motherfuckin dinosaur
Got out the car and had to duck to get in shaggy's place
You should have seen the fuckin look up on his painted face
He said "holy fuckin shit, i don't know if you knowin
But you growin and it's obviously showin, homie"
[chorus 2x]
Watch where you fall down, watch where you fall down
Watch where you fall down, watch where you fall down
And now i'm growin again, and i'm growin again,
Now i'm growin again, and i'm growin again
The next day i woke up, shaggy's three dogs were trippin on me
Laid out on his couch a smooth nine foot three
They don't fuckin love me no more, i stand up
And put a hole in shaggy's ceilin with my big ass nug
The dogs ran, shaggy's like, "holy fuck, don't move!
First thing you gotta fuckin do is do not move!
We need to get you out the house before you fuck my shit up!"
I had to crawl through the hall into the front yard, then get up
I'm lookin through the eyes of a twelve foot tall man
Don't feel any different though i could use a tall can
I'm growin every hour and the reason's unknown
Now i'm sitting on your home with my feet on your lawn, damn
[chorus 2x]
Watch where you fall down, watch where you fall down
Watch where you fall down, watch where you fall down
And now i'm growin again, and i'm growin again,
Now i'm growin again, and i'm growin again
To me, SUVs and sedans, they're like pop can
A little bit heavier but tin in my hand
Shaggy's chillin on my shoulder in a custom made basket
"i'm tryin to ride with my boy in this bitch, and outlast it"
I try to stay in one place, it ain't no use in hidin
Hella choppers beamin with coppers on all sides
And the media, government are offerin jobs
World press, scientists, all swarming with this mob all around us
"fuck it J, you only gettin bigger, dog
You and me, right now homie go for a jog
We've been sittin here lettin them observe us and for what?
I say you tell 'em fuck the world and throw the lotus up"
Now i'm runnin, every step is 32 miles
Shakin' the earth, turnin buildings into piles
And i'm runnin, crushin trees like blades of grass
My head's above the clouds, all they see is my ass
And i'm runnin, 600 mile an hour wind gust
Footsteps explosions, three day of dust
And i'm runnin' i can still hear shaggy on the megaphone
"keep keep keepin' on! don't stop! come on!"
And i'm runnin through states in two step or less
Through the oceans, and don't even be getting my nuts wet
And i'm runnin, finally gravity took me away
I ran right off the planet into the black of outer space and i'm runnin
[chorus 2x]
Watch where you fall down, watch where you fall down
Watch where you fall down, watch where you fall down
And now i'm growin again, and i'm growin again,
Now i'm growin again, and i'm growin again

 

[fox69]

"Guess My Religion"
(originally by Willie D)

"Guess My Religion"
(originally by Willie D)



Why is everybody always playing with God? [x4]

Ain’t that a bitch?
The church house getting rich
And I’m looking like dookie on a stick
As soon as I walked in, they couldn’t wait
To pass that fat ass collection plate
And before I could stick my dollar in
The ushers were making rounds again
To get there, I had to hitch a ride
And these motherfuckers talking about 20 percent in tithes
Telling me it’s for the homeless and those with no where to go
But at night, the church doors close
The poor get a cup of soup if they lucky
While the pastor peeps a flat screen in a mink Snuggy
He says he talks to God on Facebook
The congregation meets, they’re cheaters, the whole place crooks
I don’t give a fuck about your blessings
You want to know my religion, why don’t you guess it?

Why is everybody always playing with God? [x4]

I got to talk about these snakes behind the pulpit
‘Cause they full of that bullshit
It’s no wonder they think they large
With these motherfucking members treating they ass like gods
They pulled a man out a wheelchair
He backflipped across the stage, into the back to get paid
Took his act to the next town, more money made
It ain’t even real wine, it’s Kool-Aid
Half the choir hit the weed that morning
They can’t help it, church is fucking boring
I’m sick and tired of my homies getting killed
And the pastor saying that “It’s God’s will.”
Fuck the enemy is what I said
I won’t turn the other cheek, bitch
I’ll bust your head
Put your hands on me, and shit gets scary
I’m a put your ass in a cemetery
It’s so much about religion I find odd
It’s no middleman between me and my God
I don’t give a fuck about your blessings
You want to know my religion, why don’t you guess it?

Why is everybody always playing with God? [x4]

Just because you got a collar and big book
Don’t mean that you ain’t a sick crook
So many ways to be misled and get played
Who are you to tell me when I’m saved?
Real believers would practice what they preach
And praise the Lord more than one day out the week
Another reason people ain’t repenting
The church house be having some fine ass women in it
And that’s why the preacher can’t spread the word of the Lord
Cause he be looking just as hard
It’s the blind trying to lead the blind
And you wonder why people are so behind
Pedophiles, you don’t want the truth
He’s jacking off on the side of the confession booth
All this shit is way out of hand
Motherfuckers doing the bump in the choir stand
You getting mad cause I’m questioning your merit
But bitch, dammit, if the shoe fit, wear it
I don’t give a fuck about your blessings
You want to know my religion, why don’t you guess it?

Why is everybody always playing with God?
There’s no right or no wrong way to believe
Why is everybody always playing with God?
It’s so evil and wrong how they mislead [x2]

Yeah, some of you motherfuckers phony as hell
Jumping up and down, catching the Holy Ghost
Spinning all up in the air and shit
When you hoes fall on me, I’m going to knock you smooth out

I don’t give a damn, I ain’t even playing
Fake fucks, coming to church on Sunday with a motherfucking hangover and shit
Still drunk, selling weed in the pews
I see you bitch

Why is everybody always playing with God?
There’s no right or no wrong way to believe
Why is everybody always playing with God?
It’s so evil and wrong how they mislead [x2]

Why is everybody always playing with God? (continuous)

Sniffing coke in the bathrooms
Spiking the holy water

Fake ass nuns
Half you hoes dancing players

I see you hoes, turning tricks in the back
You bitches

Drunk ass preacher, nothing but a last pastor (I think)

Trying to squeeze a little boy’s ass cheeks
Keep your dick out them choir boys you fucking perv

Fucking old ass pedophiles

I seen the preacher’s car parked outside the Sunrise Health Spa

There goes your donation money
Hookers and crack
Hookers and crack
Amen, you fucking bitches

And all these poor ass old people don’t know any better
Giving all their money to that snake on the stage

Just sitting there in that pink Cadillac
Stretched-out classic Brougham

And a big ass rug and rings, with a derby on
And a big ass chinchilla stretched all the way down to his ankle bones
You fucking hoes
G-damn crooks

Amen!
But let the whole congregation sing!

 

[fox69]

"Guts On The Ceiling"

"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

[Chorus X4] 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

[Chorus X4]

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

[Chorus until fade]

 

[fox69]

"Halloween On Military Street"

"Halloween On Military Street"


[Chorus]
Fuck! Damnit! Another Halloween.
People on Military know what this means.
Houses on fire, they're blowin up cars.
Creatures in the streets, and razor blades in candy bars.
I went to trick-or-treat the first house on my block,
Spit in my face and gave my a rock.
I tried to give it back and said "I'll take nothing instead."
Turned around and walked away and felt the rock peg me in the head
Walked to the next house directly next door
There I saw an old woman dead on the floor
I said "Excuse me miss, but do you have a treat?"
She lifted her leg and scrapped flakes off her dead feet
I ran to the next house happy and giddy
And there i seen a fat woman holding up her titty
I said, "Trick-or-treat." she sad "Treat-or-trick."
And squeezed on her titty until it.......fuck it that's too sick
Next house up was sittin back in the woods
I was a lil frightened but fuck I want the goods
I knocked on the door I heard a knock back
And then i heard "COME ON IN" and yo I'm like FUCK DAT!
This house belongs to Mrs. Cherry Spoon
She said, "Drop your drawls and your treat is coming soon."
I quickly grew a stiffy, but kept my eyes shut
A hand came out the mail chute and flicked me in the nuts
I wobbled to the next house ready for the worst
And chillin in the drive was a long black hurst
I rang the door bell and said "Is anybody home."
"Of course little biy have a sugar coated kidney stone."
I walked throught the field, and to the next crib
Her friendliness could only be in her cooking bib
I said "How bout some candy." she said "How bout instead,
A nice hot fresh home made loaf of yeast infection bread."
My bag's gettin heavy so I rest on the curb
And riding on his bike her comes little Larry Shurb
I snuck up behind him and kicked him off his seat
I punched him in the neck, and power bombed him in the street
Now my bag of candy has doubled in size
Up to the next house for my scary prize
I'm like trick-or-treat, trick treat tricky dick
he opened up his door slapped my lips and didn't give me shit
Rock through his window and ran across the street
To the Dayton Mansion I'm in for a treat
I dinged on the dong, and here comes the butler
A big gumpy tall ass lurch lookin ma'fucka
I said "Hello Mr. is there somethin for my sack?"
He reached in his pocket but I think he hurt his back
It's taking him an hour, my bag is open ready
But then he finally dropped it in my sack, a fuckin penny
The next house is abandonded so forget it
But wait a minute, I think somebody's livin in it
I ran up to the door "Trick-or-treat, you can't hide"
It was a crackhead, he crawled in my bag and died
The next house is mine the last on the block
My mother's sitting on the porch shinning up hr glock
I climbed on the roof with my brother Jump Steady
And we yelled "HAPPY HALLOWEEN AND CLOWN LOVE!" to the whole city
[Chorus til fade]

 

[fox69]

"Halls Of Illusion"

"Halls Of Illusion"


[Violent J]
Ticket please, thanks, walk through the door
Into the Halls Of Illusions, visit yours
And see what coulda and shoulda and woulda been real
But you had to fuck up tha whole deal

"Lets take a walk down the hallway
It's a long way it, it takes all day!"

And when you get to tha end, you'll find a chair
With straps and chains, we slap you in there
Lock you down tight so you can't move a thread
And pull your eyelids up over your head
Cuz you're about to witness an illusionary dream
It's just to bad it ain't what it seems

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
You walk in and see two kids on the floor
They playin Nintendo and he's got tha high score
And sittin behind them chillin in a chair
Is your wife, when ya look, oh, you ain't there
It's some other man in the hand in hand
Now she looks so happy you don't understand
See this is an illusion, it never came true
All because of you!

[Violent J]
Back to reality and what you're about
Your wife can't smile cuz ya knocked her teeth out
And she can't see straight from gettin hit
Cuz you're a fat fuckin drunk piece of shit
But it's all good here, come have a beer
I'll break the top off it and shove it in ya ear
And you're death comes wicked painful and slow
At tha hands of MILENKO!

[Chorus (2x)]
Great Milenko, wave your wand
Don't look now, your life is gone
This is all because of you
What you got yourself into

[Violent J]
Look who's next it's Mr. Clark
The dirty old man from the trailer park
You got your ticket? Thanks take your coat off
And later on, why not, I'll rip your throat off

"Lets take a walk down the hallway
It's a long way it, it takes all day"

And when you get to the end you'll find a chair
You see all the blood, yeah your boy was just here
We get all different kind of people comin through
Richies, chickens and bitches just like you
In the Halls everybody gets a turn
To sit and witness your illusion before you burn

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
What do we have here, oh yeah, no way
It looks like your kids and they okay
Your daughter's chillin up in college top grade
And your son's a fuckin doctor, phat paid
They got families and kids and it's all good
They even coach little league in the neighborhood
Is this true have ya really seen tha holy ghost?
Nah, bitch, not even close!

[Violent J]
Back to reality your son's on crack
And your daughter's got nut stains on her back
And they both fuckin smell like shit
And live in the gutter and sell crack to each other
When they were kids you'd beat em and leave em home
And even whip em with the cord on the telephone
And that reminds me man hey ya gotta call
Watch your step to Hell...it's a long fall!

[Chorus (2x)]

[Violent J]
Ah, it's time to pack up and move to the next town
But we forgot Mr. Bigot, okay, dig it
We can't show you an illusion cuz we're all packed
But I'll still cut ya neck out, hows that?

[Chorus (4x)]