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 Awwwwwwwwww, Shit! Yo, check it out, man, ICP back in the haugh man 
Violent-J, man, 2 Dope, man, wicked clownz, man. Ha ha ha 
 
Hey, quick, hurry up, bang 
Open your mouth cause here comes my wang 
I'm Violent-J, the southwest skitzo 
Born in a big top magical-majisto 
Dead-body disco. Rappin' to the hoochies 
Dirty old fat hoe's come up with a smoochie 
Hoochie-coochie, la la la la la 
I might pull your tongue out your mouth and try to 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 
Juggalugagaluga lick it down, man up till my nuts start singing, dancing 
Hopping 
I'm a keep bringing riddles and tricks and dead body chicks 
With the swing of my magical wand 
The show must go on 
 
'Well, it all began when I was very young. My feelings were so excited about 
The carnival 
Rides. Everyone was jolly and jittery. I waited for their wackets until well 
After dusk. That 
Night, while I was sleeping, I was awoken by a glow appearing. And, looking 
Out, I saw 
Strange men, cursing and filthy, and there were clowns, setting up their dreary 
Tent.' 
 
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, make way for the clown 
In New York, in LA, in southwest town 
Walked into El Rays, almost got my ass kicked 
Rather just chill in the yard in my casket 
Call up the hoe's have 'em swing by the tomb 
And get a little stinky stank up in this bitch 
Killer clowns kicked out the circus 
Used to get live let the midget ladies work this 
I was a freak show, they called me the pogo 
I can make my ballsack bob like a yoyo 
'Give it up! Give it up!' 
Southwest looney tune, killed another red neck fun 
His head a looney dune, gooney boon, gooney goon 
I can hear the loons in my head as I sing my wicked song 
The show must go on 
 
'I've never been afraid of clowns but these clowns were different. There was 
Nothing 
Funny about these clowns at all. The smiled, they juggled, they laughed, but 
Yet something 
Was terribly, terribly, wrong. I didn't like these clowns for I could see 
Through them, I 
Knew what they were really like. I knew that this carnival that had come to my 
Village was 
An evil, evil thing.' 
 
Come see the show, big top show 
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival 
Dead carney, carnies, dead juggalos 
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival 
 
You ask do we gang, do we bang in a gang, mang? 
Do we bang-bang? I'm a gang banger, man 
I bang in a gang, mang 
You can suck my wang, mang 
Richie-boy, bitchie-boy, it's a southwest thing 
Serial murderer, southwest maniac 
Slaughterer, lunatic, highschool brainiac 
Straight A school boy, School kid 
'Till I went to school and tried to murder everyone, the show must go on 
 
'Aged friends are fools, all of them. Totally unaware of the evilness within 
The carnival 
Their eyes reflected stairways into hell, their faces covered in blood. I ran 
From the 
Carnival grounds and yet every road and every path lead me right back to the big 
Tent. I 
Had to escape from the strongman, the freak shows, and the Ringmaster ' 
 
Come see the show, big top show 
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival 
Dead carney, carnies, dead juggalos 
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival 
 
Come see the show, big top show 
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival 
Dead carney, carnies, dead juggalos 
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival 
 
Rrrrrinnnng 
'Yello?' 
'Speak ta Chicken Neck?' 
'Who?' 
'Chicken neck.' 
'Nobody by that name here.' 
'What about Chicken Balls?' 
'Nope.' 
'What about Chicken fuckin' Gizzard Throat, is he there?' 
'Look boy, you got the wrong number.' 
Click 
 
Rrrrrinnnng 
'What the ? Hello?!' 
'Speak ta Rednuts?' 
'Who?' 
'Redballs, Willie Redneck Balls, is he there?' 
'Goddamnit!' 
Click 
 
Rrrrrinnnng 
'Lemme git dis! Who in da hell is dis?!' 
'Speak ta Fatboy?' 
'WHO IN DA HELL IS DIS?!' 
'I wanna speak ta Fat Redneck fuckin' Chickenboy! Is he there?' 
'Goddamnit!clickFuckin' no good bastards!' 
Knock knock knock knock 
'Git da damn door!' 
'Yeah, I have a delivery for a Mr. Redneck Fatballs.' 
'Whut! You goddamn little!' 
Machinegun shots and breaking glass 
'It's from the wicked clowns ' 
  
            
 
HATA BİLDİR
 
 
		
        
        
        
         
         
         
         
        
        
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