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[12] [3 Rings] [Chicken Huntin'] [Dead Body Man]
[Lil' Somethin Somethin] [The Show Must Go On]
Awake, Awake, Awake, Revenge is mine
12 people will die tonight
Now I've woken and reborn
Though I have just sun til' dawn
I remember every face
Spirit show me every place
First one sleeps inside his bed
Place my fingers on his head
To each temple push and smotha'
Til' my fingers touch each otha'
Next one makes love to his wife
Only wish to take his life
For his family's done no wrong
Place his children on tha' lawn
Tell the Mrs. leave the room
Less' she wish to witness doom
Grab the squirming filthy goat
And shove the dresser down his throat
I must quickly use my gift
Next to work the midnight shift
Drinking coffe 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 coliiieeeiiieeeiide
Now my anger's growing worse
Next one's working as a nurse
Have to make a doctors call
Drag my body down the hall
Grab a scalpel and a blade
Time to play the nurses aide
Operate and strap her down
Carve her face into a clown
Killed another then 3 more
Now we're down to only four
This man drives a taxi cab
Notha' wicked life to grab
Screaming that he thought I died
Lets go for a taxi ride
In the wreck of twisted steel
The steering wheel becomes his meal
This man watches his TV
Scanning channels endlessly
Stops at station 44
Its da' wicked clown show
Watch me juggle, watch me dance
Sin three me, watch me enhance
Watch me crawl out from the screen
And squeeze your neck until you're greeheeheen
Time, Time, Time
Time, Time, Time, Time
Time, Time, Time
Time, Time, Time, Time
Eventhough 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
Quickly grab him from behind
Round his neck with face-shaped twine
Keep him still and pull the string
Watch his head go bob-a-ling
Listen to my riddle song
Eventhough my time was wrong
Murder me just for your life
And I'll be back for all a y'all
And I'll be back for all a y'all
And I'll be back for all a y'all
And I'll be back for all a y'all
And I'll be back for all a y'all
Said and I'll be back for all a y'all
And I'll be back for all a y'all
( Girl Laughing )
( She gets squashed )
( Phone Conversation )
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 endulge yourself
In our own twisted amusement of anothers misfortune
Yes ladies and gentlemen
Enter our 3 ringed show of freaks
Ring one a dungadung dung
My name's Violent J. and I staple my tongue
To the desk at school then I run down the hall
Scaren' the shit out of all a y'all, BITCHES
Which is why, you don't invite mine to ya party
Just cause I don't look like everybody
I guess you're just a bunch of rich boys
Bitch boys, scary.... BBBBBAAAAAHHHHHH
It was a big deal above 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 growin' out of my back
I guess I'm just another freak show thang
And how they caught me in the 3 ri hi hi hing
<Chorus>
3 ring a dingading ding ( People like to point and stare )
3 ring a dingading ding ( Its the same as everywhere )
3 ring a dingading ding ( People like to point and stare )
3 ring a dingading ding ( Its the same as everywhere )
<End Chorus>
Ring 2, how do ya 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 on it with the side show
So maybe is a leg growin' out my neck
But don't jet baby, heh, not yet
Pop out da' needle like a pound of lead
The doctor blew his neck over dropped me on my head
Ah shit, I knew it had to fuck up my circuits
Cause when I was 2 my mama left me at the circus
Abandoned in the carnival with da' freak shows
Like bat boy, hermapherdites, and old man crow
But then I escaped to the get toll zones
Startin' to goo on my own motha' fucka', I'm not alone
So don't be stickin' your finger in my face stank
Or your stomach might receive a shank from the 3 ringed freak
<Chorus>
I certainly hope you are enjoying yourselfs here at our
3 ring exibit, but to be honest, I don't see whats so fuckin' funny about it
These fuckin' people are real
Ring 3, the ICP, look if you want
But I wouldn't lay a hand on me
Thats how ya get fucked up
We'll squeeze your windpipe shut
Yoooo, I'm a nerd, werd, I drink from da bird
Half snake woman kick my love to the curb
She busted into my tent now I'm fucked
Have the fat bearded lady in the buck
EEHH
Fuck dat, bitch suck dat
I was born wit a wang but I never had a nut sack
Its 2 balls hangin' with no protection
So...... I move real careful and slow
You can call me wierdo call me a freak
Call me Don Johnson cause I'm getting out it every week
UHH, so come see the carnival and throw me your change
Bitch, I chill with the 3 rings
<Chorus>
Well, thats it, I hope you're satisfied
I hope you had a good time you fuckin' harnace bastards
You saw what you wanted
So grab your fuckin' 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 til I kick your fuckin' lips a couple of times
You've been sittin' up here like a bitch
And we'll be laughing at your folded ass
They'll call ya lumpy
After I'm done puttin knots all over your fuckin' forehead
Yeah, hey hey little boy, come here
How'd you like it if I tied your neck into a knot you fuckin' little bitch
Come here, I'll shove that fuckin' corndog up your ass
Get the fuck outta here, the shows fuckin' over
Get the fuck outta here, you fuckin' harnace bastards
Well I'm headed down a southern trail I'm goin' chicken huntin'
Choppin' red neck chicken necks I ain't sayin' nothin'
To the hillbilly stick my barrel in his eye
Boom Sha kaboom Sha ka hair chunks in the sky
Why I neva' liked chicken pot pie
Or da' chopped chicken on rye
Tell Mr. Billybob I'm a cut his neck up
Slice, Poke, Chop Chop stab cut
What can you do with a drunken hillbilly?
Cut his fuckin' eyes out and feed it to his Aunt Nelly
Willie willie chicken neck chicken huntin' gotta lovin'
Hit em wit a twelve gauge bucket, chicken nuggets
Layed out all over da grass
Then his little hound dog will lead him up fast
Last as long as you can my man
Cuz when that chicken head hits the fan you got
Blood (Blood), Guts (Guts), Fingers and toes
Blood (Blood), Guts (Guts), Fingers and toes
Blood (Blood), Guts (Guts), Fingers and toes
Sittin' front row at da chicken show, so........
Who's goin chicken huntin'? ( We's goin chicken huntin')
Who's goin chicken huntin'? ( We's goin chicken huntin')
Who's goin chicken huntin'? ( We's goin chicken huntin')
Cut a motha fuckin' chicken now, Right
Let me get a chicken sandwich with manwich
Off in da word I'm a chicken neck
Choppin' up Hilly and Billy Bob Billy
Cuz I chop motha fuckin red necks silly
Peeked in ya yard tell me what did I see
I seen a chicken boy, fuckin a sheep I say
Mista Mista what the fuck you tryin ta do?
Ba da, ba, ba da, ba da boo
Barrels in your mouth, bullets to ya head
Da back of your neck's all over da shed
Boom Sha kaboom chop chop bang
I'm too dope and it ain't no thang
To cut a chicken, triggas clickin'
Blow off his head but his feet's still kickin'
Last as long as you can my man
Cuz when dat chicken head hits da fan you got
Blood (Blood), Guts (Guts), Fingers and toes
Blood (Blood), Guts (Guts), Fingers and toes
Blood (Blood), Guts (Guts), Fingers and toes
Sittin' front row at da chicken show, so..........
Who's goin chicken huntin'? (We's goin chicken huntin')
Who's goin chicken huntin'? (We's goin chicken huntin')
Who's goin chicken huntin'? (We's goin chicken huntin')
Cut a motha fuckin' chicken now, Right
Ahhhh, went ta Kentucky, I got lucky
Met this dog callin' bitch named Bucky
Ridin' on a chicken, Milk in a sow
Hittin' switches in a drop top, low ride tractor (wow)
Red neck fella', moonshine sella'
Hang him by his neck bone, chicken bones locked in the sella'
Yella', ready chicken plucka', ya red neck fucka'
Who's goin chicken huntin'? (We's goin chicken huntin')
Who's goin chicken huntin'? (We's goin chicken huntin')
Who's goin chicken huntin'? (We's goin chicken huntin')
Cut a motha fuckin' chicken now, Right
Bitch (Bitch) (Bitch)
Yeah (Yeah) (Yeah)
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha ( Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha)
Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh
Dead bodies, dead bodies, all over the street,
55,65, bodies at least, i hang with the stiffs 'till the break of dawn,
i'm allways findin' bodies when i'm mowin' the lawn,
drag 'em in the house, throw 'em in the oven, wicken clown lovin' that
dead body grubin'
taste like chicken, finger lickin, deap fry,
i ate a dead body but dont tell, i lied,
just ate my first dead body last week, still gots a finger nail caught
in my teeth,
before u start yellin a cursin' my name, remember somthin's wrong w/ my
brain, insane,
second i was born, doctor threw me 'genst the wall, kicked open the
doors and he whipped me down the hall, i'm slidin' and i'm bounsin' ah
shit like a hocky puck,
and my motha's like, WHAT THE FUCK,
he said i was born of an alien race, born w/ a hachet and a juggallo
face,
but i'm not a martian, u would not understand, i'm just the dead body
man,
Dead bodies dead bodies in the back of my van, all the little kiddes
love the dead body man, i drive through my nighborhood ringin my bell,
some people run cuz they dont like the smell,
others line up just as quick as they can, to try to catch a glimps of
the dead body man it's all good, if u can stand the funk but uh, just
dont look in the trunk,
i drive down central kickin' the bass, chillin' w/ my freaks and i'm
pickin' her face,
magots and bugs like to crawl on her head, cuz my bitch is dead, i'd
rather that instead, of a hoe u cant trust, always diggin' a nut,
dead body bitch learn to keep her mouth shut,
riding in the back is my dead body crew, only they can never think of
nothin' to do,
if u think i am sick tack a look at yourself, u got dead dear heads up
on your shelf,
on your key chain is a little bady rabbits hand, i am just the dead body
man.
"Mr. Jackson, what are you talking about?
Well I've heard about those parties, they're immoral.
Mr. Jackson, I thought you were a respectable gentleman."
"Now don't give me that respectable gentleman bullshit, you
little bitch."
"Mr. Jackson?"
"Now, stop playing dumb, you dizzy cunt."
Hey baby, I heard you like to freak
Then come out to play with me
Hey, what's up, I'm new in town
I work for the circus, Shaggy the Clown
Anyway, ole girl, I seen you around
I guess I'm trying to say that I wanna be down,
Hey
We had ice cream, sat in the park
I walked her all the way home when it got dark
She took me inside and when the door shut
Next thing ya know I had my nuts in her butt,
Hey
I wanna bitch who's down to fuck right away
And even does my homies if it's ok
A little bitch who's down for a quicky
I love chicky chicky, I ain't being picky
though
So you might be a little bit fat
You might even stink a bit, I don't mind that
Even if you don't fuck on the first date
Just put my nuts in your mouth and I'll stay
I need a girl who just don't give a fuck
So, I'm caught strokin' her mom, I mean, so
what
A little skins here and there, ain't nothing
I just need a bitch who's down with a lil
somthin somthin
Hey baby, I heard you like to freak
Then come out to play with me
My name's Violent J, so I can't fuck around
Who's the dirtiest bitch in the whole town
There she go, she workin' at Dairy Queen
Bitch couldn't be a day over fifteen
So I do her in the butt like that
I hit it so quick, I made her butt-cheeks clap,
haha
Why wait around till she gets married
Cuz I'm ready as long as the neden's hairy
Tootsie-tootsie pumpkin pie
Looks like ya got nut in your eye
My fault, I didn't notice, you was still there
Now go and wash that shit out your hair, bitch
I need a girl not afraid to bone
Even if her mommas and pops is still home
And if her daddy suddenly walks in
He just might see my nuts on his daughter's chin
Everybody in the hood says that you're easy
You look a little cracked out, a little sleasy
You're a basehead, baby, you ain't shit
I'm still down if you down for a lil somethin
somethin
A lil somethin somethin
CHORUS
Bitch let me hit, I won't be long
As soon as I nut, I'm gone....
Awwwwwww shit, yo! Check it out man!
ICP back in the haugh man!
Violent J man! 2 Dope man!
Wicked Clownz man! Ha ha man!
Hey quick, hurry up bang
Open ya mouth cuz here comes my wang
I'm Violent J, the Southwest skitzo
Born in a big top, magical magisto
Dead body disco, rappin' to the hoochies
Dirty old fat hoes, come up wit a smoochie
Hoochie coochie, la la la la la
I might pull ya tongue out ya mouth and try ta hang ya
It's a full moon and the riddles are calling
Three more cards and the skies will be falling
But don't take it from me, I'm just a clown
Wicked clown, wicked town, jugga-lugga-loker
Make it down and out 'til my nuts start singing
Dancing, hopping, I'ma keep bringing
Riddles and tricks and dead body chicks
With the swing of my magical wand, the show must go on
I'm 2 Dope and I sport tight Wranglers
Don't say a word or I'll kick ya in the neck, bitch
Everybody 'round me wave for the clown
Man, in New York and L.A., I'm Southwest down
Walked inta Del Ray's almost got my ass kicked
Rather just chill in the yard in my casket
Call up the hoes, have 'em swing by the tomb
And get a little sticky stank up in this bitch
Killa clownz, kicked out the circus
Used ta get live, let the midget lady work this
I was a freak show, they call me the Po-Go
I can make my ball sac bob like a yo-yo
Give it up, give it up, Southwest looney toon
Killed another redneck, find his head in boony dune
Doony boon, fully gooned, I can hear the loons in my head
As I sing my wicked song, the show must go on
***Come see the show, big top show
***Walk hand-in-hand with the Dead Carnival
***Dead dirty carnies, dead juggalos
***Walk hand-in-hand with the Dead Carnival
You ask do we gang bang, do we bang in a gang, mang
Do we gang bang, I'm a gang banga
Man, I bang in a gang, mang, you can suck my wang, mang
Richie boy, bitchy boy, it's a Southwest thing
Serial murdera, Southwest maniac
Slaughtera, lunatic, high school brainiac
Straight A school boy, school kid
'Til I went to school and tried to murder everyone
The show must go on
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