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Kiss The clown
17 Dead
The Stalker
In The Haughhh!
Chop, Chop (w/Esham)
Beverly Kills 

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 Kiss the clown

Jugglers, come out to play...

Guess who's coming to your big town

Jugglin' jesters, kick-it clowns

Circus sound, painted frown

Carnival of carnage creeping round

I'm Violent J and I'm sick

They try to run me down but ya know I'm too slick

And I slip and slide like a slinkie

Slip and slide with my twinkie

Welcome to my world as it winds and it twists

I'm a kick a funky little rhyme that you missed

Boloo-chewy-wuwwy-do-boo

And you'd be fucked up if that was really voodoo

Come see the one at the show of your life

See me breathe fire and swallow a knife, right

I ain't swallowing nothing, Jack

But I can juggalo like you never thought you'd ever know

And we packin' that funk

With a snap and a clap and a jump jump

So chicky chicky freak if ya wanna be down

Step on up, ah...and kiss the clown

Stop the bus

Violent J comes out

Barrels to your face

And blow your fucking face off

Cuz ya know my mind is golden oh

Happen to catch me a Beverly show

Body fell asleep but my mind goes on

Welcome to the world of juggla's dome

First day I enrolled at the high school

Butt-naked with an axe, "wow, he's so cool"

"Stand up and say your name, tell us about yourself"

My name's 2 Dope and I cut necks all to hell

Dylan, Dylan, I'm trying to find Dylan

I'm finna cut his throat with a carny carny killin'

Rich boy never seen a ghetto jokero

Slap you in the head with a sledgehammo

Sorry Dylan didn't mean to knock ya

Then I stuffed his dead body in my locker

To the next class don't wanna be late

Finna ask Brenda on a little date

I heard this bitch likes to fight in clubs

Took her to a Might Max threw a pair of gloves

Wants to get her ass beat by a fat dyke

And left the money-ass bitch there for the night

Woke her in the morning, threw her in the trunk

Threw her in the tub, cuz the dumb bitch stunk

How you doing Brenda, mind if I bend ya

Over rover, do me like Dundy

I'm sure ya'd like that, ya little skank

And when I finished, I stuffed the fucking head in the fish tank

Back to the school, fat bitch in the locker

Couldn't fit her booty in, so I cut her booty out

Sometimes I feel like I'm already in hell

Throwing up children on Del Ray smell

Fuck those fucking fucks, uh

Rich fucks, man, fuck those fucks

Beverly Hills is Beverly Kills

I'm gonna bring ghetto carnival thrills

Where's that other little rich little fag

Looking for Brandon cuz we can't stand him

I know my boys make the bass go boom

But shhh, you can hear jacking off in the boys room

"Aww, aww, Dylan. I want your anus. Aww, you're so hot."

Kicked in the stall then I kicked in his jaw

Kicked him in face and kicked in his balls

Punk tried to run but he couldn't try to wobble

Bust him in the head with an empty Faygo bottle

Took him to the staircase, jumped on his face

Road him down the bumpy chase

Can I hear him breathe one last note

Stuffed his back down his throat

Back to the locker, boy oh boy oh

Back to the locker, stop that fucker!

Back to the locker, boy oh boy oh

Back to the locker, fucking stop that fucker!

Walking down the hall and I'm feeling like the shit

Cuz all that's left is one skank ass bitch

Kelly, Kelly, your neden's kinda smelly

Funk down your legs and up to your belly

But I'm with Del Ray, so fuck, don't fade me

Let me him man, you're finna kick the can

"Come on, bitch, man. You're getting ready to die anyway.

Bitch, calm down. Let me get a little putang, ya know what I'm

saying. Let me get a little trimp, bitch. You finna die."

Okay, cuz I'm not a raper

But ya still make morning paper

Kelly found dead in her bathroom

Nah, Kelly found dead in her dad's room

No, Kelly found dead in her backyard

Cuz Kelly choked on a Joker's Card

Smashed up bodies chilling in my locker

Kelly wouldn't fit, chop-chop-chop-chop her

Oh no, principal know what I'm about

Cuz one of Dylan's sideburns was sticking

Oh shit, they chase me cuz they found the bodies

Now I run my ass off, he-ho he-ho

Yelling, getting mad, you can hear them cuss

Didn't look both ways and got hit by bus

Crunched up under, tangled in the wheels

Spit me out the muffler, ya know how that feels

Lost both my legs so I'm running on my hands

Then I seen Prince so I clap cuz I'm a big fan

And straight busted my face on the street

And here come the police...ya know

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17 Dead

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

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The Stalker

The stalker

Yeah, the stalker

I'm gonna stalk this hoochie,

So I'm grippin' this old piece of shit, right

Here's this smoochie-poo at the stop light

How's about date?

2 tickets for the circus, pick ya up at 8

Fuck no, you're loser

Yeah, but I'll stick my boot up your ass

But I ain't naggin'

To the next light in my pink volkswagon

Oh, excuse me ho, I'm Violent J act like ya know

Violent J the country singer?

No, Violent J the southwest gangstaro

And the bitch was gone (awww)

And I followed her home (aaahhh!)

Cause I got it goin on (hooo!)

And I'm in the haugh (yup)

Parked in a spot good enough to hawk her

Things you do when you's a stalker

"So what happened?"

"Well I really don't like to talk about it but he ruined my life

I mean he was everywhere, everywhere I went"

The stalker

I think that ditso likes me, yeah

She tells you to fuck off with such class

I think that ditso likes me

Yeah go on and get that ass!

Well the stalker, stalks his target

Just happend to see her at the super market

Oh, hi, hey, that peanut butter sucks

You would like Jiffy but it ain't got no nuts

Why don't ya try these

She ran away scared and I'm starin at her butt cheeks

Cause I know she love me

She wanna tease and tease n rub and dub me

"Hello?"

"Hi, it's me"

"Hello?"

"You love me"

"Hello?"

"I love you"

"Hello? Hello?"

Biggitty-bi boo

I'm back in the stone brick house

Candle light dinner and some mexican chow,

Yo I know she gonna show up

Tick tock tick tock no luck

Peep through her window jack off in the backyard

Somebody pulled a jokers card

And you know when jokers caught ya

Things you do when you's a stalker

"Are you ok?"

"I don't know, because I know he'll be back he always comes back

I'll never be able to lead a normal life again"

"It's okay"

The stalker

I think that ditso likes me yeah

She tells you to fuck off with such class

Said I think that ditso likes me

Yeah, go on and get that ass!

I'm gonna stalk this hoochie (hoochie coochie hoochie)

I'm gonna stalk this hoochie (smoochie coochie hoochie)

I've been honkin for about 2 weeks

And I ain't even got a fuckin kiss on the cheek

She's with some fuck face

I'm gonna put that college boy in a neck brace

I've gotta just chill

She loves me lots and that's for real

That night I snuck in the back door

With a bucket of chicken and bottle of Faygo

Tip-toe tip-toe creepin cause I know my baby sleepin

Snuck in the bedroom looked through aaahhh!!

She stuck me in the eye with a broom

.....Pulled it out

Popped my eye back in and I can't find her

Ran through the bedroom, ran through the living room

Ran through the bathroom, gotta take a doo

Now I stress, pullin out my hair

I think I heard that bitch upstairs

Up the steps, wicked clown, then I hear a clickin sound

Honey is that you?

How's bout a kissie smoochie poo

Her daddy's gun to my nugget

Never liked the bitch anyway, fuck it

"What'd you do?"

"I tried run but he was always right there just ahead of me. He would

always catch me and hurt me"

I think that ditso likes me yeah

She tells you to fuck off with suck class

I think that ditso likes me

Yeah, go on and get that ass

I also like to blow holes into the heads of rednecks

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In The Haughhh!

I'm Violent J

I breathe toxic fumes and throw my lungs up

All over your brand new patton leather penny loafers

You fuck!

I'm 2 Dope

I got sick ass sewer sluts stuck in my throat

And I live in a big pipe on Sugodulan

So stop by and have a bowl of rust

You fucking bitch-ass faggot!

Faggot, you bitch-ass faggot

I'm in a southwest Detroit Del Ray

Inner City ghetto street gang

I got people who want me dead

But everytime they run up on me

I get scared

And my skull explodes

All over those motherfuckers

Sometimes I get hungry, man

But there ain't nothing in the box

But a brick sandwich

So I start hurting that motherfucker

And I chew on that bitch

Till my jaw breaks

Which don't fade me

Cuz I'm a hoodlum

And I don't exist to you fucks

You fucks

You green grass fucks

Fuck me and I'll fuck you fucker

We coming, motherfucker

We coming to getcha

Coming to getcha

How you see me is what you get

Carnival of carnage is coming

How you see me is what you get

I was snooking good in my bed

Woke up to find my brain fell out my head

Stuffed it back in with a screwdriver

Ah, I'm that much liver

I can walk on my hands on a tight rope

But then I always fall and bust my ass

But it don't matter, really don't matter

Don't matter, don't matter, cuz I'm in the haugh!!!

In the haugh, in the haugh

Violent Violent J's in the motherfucking haugh

I'm in the haugh, you's in the haugh

We in the motherfucking WHAT?!!! haugh

Wicked wicked town

Southwest down

Wicked jokers kill

Southwest thrill

Get off me dog or shit face

I mean I ain't got shit on my face but ya know

People in the suburbs hate me (why?)

Southwest carnival crazy (aah)

My mind ain't nothing but a lemon

I mean it's fucking yelling shit

I don't know man, fuck off!

You can't fade me vato cuz I'm in the haugh!

In the haugh, in the haugh

2 Dope Shaggy's in the motherfucking haugh

I'm in the haugh, you's in the haugh

We'z in the motherfucking WHAT?!!! haugh

Wicked wicked town

Southwest down

Wicked jokers kill

Southwest thrill

I'm Greez-E and I can moonwalk

But I don't cuz that shit's so fucking played out

Instead I just grab this wang

And tell you that I'm in the haugh, bitch!

Parachute pants and moon boots

Chilling on the corner butt-naked hurting freak loops

Fuck a hillbilly goat

Sitting in the tub I'll let my nuts float

Cause I'm in the haugh

In the haugh, in the haugh

Greez-E's in the motherfucking haugh

I'm in the haugh, you's in the haugh

We'z in the motherfucking WHAT?!!! haugh

Wicked joker town

Southwest down

Wicked jokers kill

Southwest thrill

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Chop Chop w/ Esham

"Yeah, yeah, then you know what you can do

You can be a couple of pleasers

And take some tweezers

And bust every hair off my nutsac

Paste em to your back

Then jump on the E track

And suck my dick exactly where's it at, ho"

Juggalos...

Hey, hey, it's the wicked jokers

And we coming to the valley and to smoke ya (choke ya)

Kick the clown in the forehead

And I'm jugglin jugglin your head (Jed)

You big fat redneck money-ass hick

I'm a city slicker

And I'm coming to getcha, hit ya

And the carnivals gonna get with ya

Oh, I might as well mention

That I come from another dimension

You never seen nothing like this, boy

Magic acts of pain and joy

Keystone come and try to get me

But I pack a French curler with me

Ha, and the officer let me off quick

Here's a dunkin double dip, you fat piece of shit

Heh, picture that (that)

Packin' a magic wand and a top hat

Cuz some gotta stop

Or the wicked clowns are gonna CHOP CHOP!!!

Blank free screen and chop chop chop

Chop chop

Detroit's air is toxic

My eyeball's popped out they sockets

And fried in the street like a steakum

....Shake em, bake em

Break em off something from the smoke stack

I been breathing all my life so I'm dying anyway

I'm nothing but a radiation freak show

My arm fell off and bounced on the floor

Carnival left out the alley (alley, alley)

And we stopping in Sunny Valley

Jumping up and down on richie's head

And I'm gonna jump until he's finally dead

Jump jump jump jump...

They got no love yet they got control

They'll never touch my funky soul

Street top bull it sent chop

Now we can run or we can walk

Either way some gotta stop

Or the wicked clowns are gonna chop chop

Blank free screen and chop chop chop

Chop chop

Wicked clown, wicked clown what's up come's down

Before my nuts go soft juggle them around

Bitch wanna join the carnival circus

Grab my dingaling and jerk and jerk this

I gotta catch these carnival thrills

Rude Boy empty heads I drill

Chills, thrills, bigots, train wheels

An axe to the forehead usually kills

If this ain't hell, I can't tell

Hang my body on a cross with some rusty nails

If I juggle ya call me a juggla

I'm a nap burgler voodoo smuggler

See I got the symptoms of insanity

I'm down with J of the ICP

I'm down with him and he's down with me

So if we gotta chop C-H-O-P

Running down the block, someone hit me with a rock

And my brains all over the street

But I'm a wicked clown and I'm up and down

And all over this Esham beat

So if I gotta chop then I guess I gotta chop

If I chop then I gotta chop chop

You can never stop sucker, you can never drop wicked

Clowns cuz we love to CHOP CHOP!!!

Blank free screen and chop chop chop

Chop chop

I'm gonna ride this wicked footy

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Beverly Kills

Jugglers, come out to play...

Guess who's coming to your big town

Jugglin' jesters, kick-it clowns

Circus sound, painted frown

Carnival of carnage creeping round

I'm Violent J and I'm sick

They try to run me down but ya know I'm too

slick

And I slip and slide like a slinkie

Slip and slide with my twinkie

Welcome to my world as it winds and it twists

I'm a kick a funky little rhyme that you missed

Boloo-chewy-wuwwy-do-boo

And you'd be fucked up if that was really

voodoo

Come see the one at the show of your life

See me breathe fire and swallow a knife, right

I ain't swallowing nothing, Jack

But I can juggalo like you never thought you'd

ever know

And we packin' that funk

With a snap and a clap and a jump jump

So chicky chicky freak if ya wanna be down

Step on up, ah...and kiss the clown

Kiss the clown

Stop the bus

Violent J comes out

Barrels to your face

And blow your fucking face off

Cuz ya know my mind is golden oh

Happen to catch me a Beverly show

Body fell asleep but my mind goes on

Welcome to the world of juggla's dome

First day I enrolled at the high school

Butt-naked with an axe, "wow, he's so cool"

"Stand up and say your name, tell us about

yourself"

My name's 2 Dope and I cut necks all to hell

Dylan, Dylan, I'm trying to find Dylan

I'm finna cut his throat with a carny carny killin'

Rich boy never seen a ghetto jokero

Slap you in the head with a sledgehammo

Sorry Dylan didn't mean to knock ya

Then I stuffed his dead body in my locker

To the next class don't wanna be late

Finna ask Brenda on a little date

I heard this bitch likes to fight in clubs

Took her to a Might Max threw a pair of gloves

Wants to get her ass beat by a fat dyke

And left the money-ass bitch there for the night

Woke her in the morning, threw her in the trunk

Threw her in the tub, cuz the dumb bitch stunk

How you doing Brenda, mind if I bend ya

Over rover, do me like Dundy

I'm sure ya'd like that, ya little skank

And when I finished, I stuffed the fucking head

in the fish tank

Back to the school, fat bitch in the locker

Couldn't fit her booty in, so I cut her booty out

Sometimes I feel like I'm already in hell

Throwing up children on Del Ray smell

Fuck those fucking fucks, uh

Rich fucks, man, fuck those fucks

Beverly Hills is Beverly Kills

I'm gonna bring ghetto carnival thrills

Where's that other little rich little fag

Looking for Brandon cuz we can't stand him

I know my boys make the bass go boom

But shhh, you can hear jacking off in the boys

room

"Aww, aww, Dylan. I want your anus. Aww, you're

so hot."

Kicked in the stall then I kicked in his jaw

Kicked him in face and kicked in his balls

Punk tried to run but he couldn't try to wobble

Bust him in the head with an empty Faygo

bottle

Took him to the staircase, jumped on his face

Road him down the bumpy chase

Can I hear him breathe one last note

Stuffed his back down his throat

Back to the locker, boy oh boy oh

Back to the locker, stop that fucker!

Back to the locker, boy oh boy oh

Back to the locker, fucking stop that fucker!

Walking down the hall and I'm feeling like the

shit

Cuz all that's left is one skank ass bitch

Kelly, Kelly, your neden's kinda smelly

Funk down your legs and up to your belly

But I'm with Del Ray, so fuck, don't fade me

Let me him man, you're finna kick the can

"Come on, bitch, man. You're getting ready to

die anyway.

Bitch, calm down. Let me get a little putang, ya

know what I'm

saying. Let me get a little trimp, bitch. You

finna die."

Okay, cuz I'm not a raper

But ya still make morning paper

Kelly found dead in her bathroom

Nah, Kelly found dead in her dad's room

No, Kelly found dead in her backyard

Cuz Kelly choked on a Joker's Card

Smashed up bodies chilling in my locker

Kelly wouldn't fit, chop-chop-chop-chop her

Oh no, principal know what I'm about

Cuz one of Dylan's sideburns was sticking

Oh shit, they chase me cuz they found the

bodies

Now I run my ass off, he-ho he-ho

Yelling, getting mad, you can hear them cuss

Didn't look both ways and got hit by bus

Crunched up under, tangled in the wheels

Spit me out the muffler, ya know how that feels

Lost both my legs so I'm running on my hands

Then I seen Prince so I clap cuz I'm a big fan

And straight busted my face on the street

And here come the police...ya know

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