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Insane Clown Posse
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Mike E. Clark
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Mike E. Clark
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Insane Clown Posse
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Mike E. Clark
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Letra
Aww!
Shit Yo
Check it out, man
ICP back in the house man!
Violent J, man
Two Dope, man
Wicked clowns, 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 and lick it down
And up till 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
"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 wagon until well after dusk
That night, while I was sleeping
I was awoken by a cold eerie wind
And, looking out, I saw strange men
Cursing and filthy, and there were clowns
Setting up their dreary tent."
I'm two 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 loud 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 found his head in 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 that
They 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 dirty carney, carnies
Dead juggalos
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival
You ask do we gangbang
Do we bang in a gang
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
"My innocent friends were fools, all of them
Totally unaware of the evilness within the clowns
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 dirty 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 dirty carney, carnies
Dead juggalos
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival
Heh-heh-heh-heh!
Ha-hah-hah-hah!
"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."
"What the? Hello?!"
"Speak ta Rednuts?"
"Who?"
"Redballs, Willie Redneck Balls, is he there?"
"Goddamnit!"
"Lemme get dis!
Who in da hell is dis?!"
"Speak ta Fatboy?"
"Who in da hell is this?!"
"I wanna speak ta Fat Redneck fuckin' Chickenboy!
Is he there?"
"Goddamnit!
"Fuckin' no good bastards!"
"Git da damn door!"
"Yeah, I have a delivery for a Mr. Redneck Fatballs."
"What! You goddamn little!"
"It's from the wicked clowns"
Writer(s): Mike E. Clark, Joseph Bruce
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