Gangsters bangin
Nuts straight hanging
Chillin in the alleyway Signs straight beamin
Up in the air I hear they don't care
Get your mutha fuckin melon busted for a stare
Luv pumpin through the heart, flowin through the veins
Pop a mutha fucka like it aint no thang
Blood shot eyes from puffin on the bud
Let me see that rag, let me see that luv
Roamin through the hood top cut down
Car packed so full it's fuckin on the ground
Max with the homies spittin on the hoes
Stop in the store for a cold 4-0
Grabbin on your balls Straight slanging stalls
Fuck the gang squad tryin to take me out my home
Check my neck and I got yours
Cuz roll with yourself and keep that clown luv
(2x) Throw your signs
in the air What's that? I don't check, I don't care Cuz I'm down
with the clown everywhere Cuz much clown luv is in here
Hey homes what set your
claim?
I'm in the rhymin game
Wicked Clown Banging
I'm just a mutha fucka that's down for the cause
You can suck on my balls, unless you got clown luv
Put 'em up Throw 'em up Let me see them mutha fuckas
Flip 'em up Flip 'em down Flip 'em around
Mutha fuckas mind all warped
From breathin all the smog
I'm all up in the shit, like if my name was frog
Damn I heard a shot, but I got luck
The mutha fuckas missed it's time to shoot 'em up
Here come the sirens I hear 'em gettin close
Here come the squad, it's time to get ghost
If you wanna stay you get beat by a pig
Fuck that shit cuz were I live
My boys got my neck and I got there's
Cuz I'm true to myself, bitch Clown Luv
Throw your signs in the
air What's that? I don't check, I don't care Cuz I'm down with the
clown everywhere Cuz much clown luv is in here (2x)
Hey what the fuck you
Lookin at mang
My rag, my flannel, or the club in my hand?
Well here go ahead, take a closer look
Thanx for the wallet bitch
Give me them ducats, mutha fuckin child
To busy doing other things like hangin with my mom
Crew got my neck, well push come to shove
Never sell out yourself, and keep that Clown Luv
Throw your signs in the
air What's that? I don't check, I don't care Cuz I'm down with the
clown everywhere Cuz much clown luv is in here
Hokus
Pokus (Headhunta's remix)
Serial Slaughtering'
Stranglers, Jugglin' Jugulin' Juggulas, Folded, fat floppy tittied
freaks... IC fuckin' P's in the Haugh!(woo woo!) Abracadabra, boom
shaka day, I'm Violent J, and I'm back like a vertebrae. And I
come with a hat full of tricks, Trunk full of faygo, car full of
fat chicks. Ha Ha-Ha Ha Ha Ha-Ha-Ha, fuck you. Wicked Clowns, we'd
like to say what's up, to the Cobras, X-men, and Counts, And
everybody with clown love, even sucks I never heard of. Roll into
town, and out with the big top, Four cards down, and two more
still to drop. And when it does, I'd pack up and hit the road, Cuz
I don't wanna see your head explode! Toss me an ax, and I'll toss
you a dead chicken, Add a buck, to get a two liter wit' 'em. And
when the genie says on with the show, it's Hokus Pokus Joker's,
Great Milenko. (Once again, It's the psychotic carnival creatures
in the haugh...) Hokus Pokus Joker's ride, Come take a spin on a
carnie-ride (Southwest slivering snakes of darkness.)(w/Milenko
echo) Hokus Pokus Joker's ride, Come take a spin on a carnie-ride
Shazaam, Bam! Shaka-laka look, its Shaggy the clown back like
scoliosis, Call me a psycho-skitzo-freak, and I'll call you by
your name! (Dick anus) Cuz I could give two shits and a fuck, I
bounce down Frimmer in a popcorn-clown truck. I'm a circus ninja
southwest voodoo wizard, I grab ya gizzard! Jump on the carpet,
let's take a spin, Everybody's waitin' for the show to begin. Up
to the top, by the neck, and let ya go, (Wow!) Try to land in a
glass of Faygo! (UH!) You suck! Ya missed the fuckin' glass, Broke
ya neck, and busted ya fuckin' ass, But the genie says on with the
show, Hokus Pokus Jokers, Great Milenko! (What awaits you after
death? Rub the lamp and explore!) Hokus Pokus Joker's ride, Come
take a spin on a carnie-ride (Enter Milenko's funhouse! Walk right
through the wretched hall!) (w/Milenko echo) Hokus Pokus Joker's
ride, Come take a spin on a carnie-ride F-F-Fuck off! F-F-Fuck
off! Clown dog... Freak dog... Joker dog... Milenko dog...
(Visions of Joker cards flashing in your mother's face!) Hokus
Pokus Joker's ride, Come take a spin on a carnie-ride Rude boy and
Chunky, down wit' the clown, First time we ever went to Mexican
town. I remember, we couldn't pay the bill, they got hot, And beat
us down in the fucking parking lot! (Fuck you!) Tall Jess, Jump
Steady, and Nate the Mack, Tagged ICP by the train tracks! And it
was on, the dawn of a new day, Magical carpets creepin' down the
freeway. (woo woo) Walked in a gypsy's tent with a food stamp, And
walked out with a magical limp, yeah, I met Milenko, he gave me
three wishes, That night, I fucked three fat bitches! Stank, get
the fuck wit' it, forget it, I'll rip ya face off, and wipe my ass
wit' it! When the genie says on with the show, It's Hokus Pokus
Jokers, Great Milenko! (Primal order, magic train, come join us in
song!) Hokus Pokus Jokers Ride Come take a spin on the carney ride
(City to village, hamlet to town, the show must go on!)(w/Milenko
echo) Hokus Pokus Jokers Ride Come take a spin on the carney ride
(Giant ladies, bearded ladies, radiant ladies! Ladies?) Hokus
Pokus Jokers Ride Come take a spin on the carney ride (Clouds of
darkness, and underneath them come the clowns!) Hokus Pokus Jokers
Ride Come take a spin on the carney ride
Jiggle my mutha fucken
balls bitch Insane Clown Posse back in this mutha fucka Hey yo
Violent J, whats up? It's Christmas, time for a sadah Maybe your
wife, maybe your daughter It's midnight, I land my sleigh Make way
for jolly St. J Climb down the chimney, for the murder Dressed as
the fat man everyone's heard of Shimmy down, shimmy down, what the
fuck? Somebody help me, I'm stuck Now what to do? I feel whack I
got stuck in a chimney stack But I hack And shimmer on down Santa
Claus Clown Can't fuck around, now Livingroom, shhh, I creep
Tiptoe's cuz they asleep I pulled out the ax and slid down the
hall I got a gift for all of ya'll What's that? I better hide
quick Oh fuck, it's the real St. Nick And he musta been taken a
shit But regardless, I better move quick, now So I jumped him,
Santa's no joke Fucked around got my damn neck broke He strap,
shot, he didn't miss (Gunshots and ho ho ho) "I'm dreaming of a
dead Christmas, the kind you'll never have again, cuz if you have
a dead Christmas, that means your dead and that's the end" Have a
merry Christmas you fuckin chump, Seasons greatings loser, Yo 2
Dope kick it! Jack Frost nibbles, ha, but fuck that I aint got a
home so he nibbles on my nutsack And my buttcrack, toes, and
elbows My nutz is froze Fuck you hoes So I made a friend like me,
a snow man He was down with the clown like a blow man Had a hat
and eyes outta charcoal And a pipe, we fill it with endow Me and
him sang songs in the snowflakes He ate snowballs, I ate
cornflakes And we both would freeze are ballz off I was there
every time his head fallz off I put it back on for him with a
smile He was my boy, made from a snow pile Then the storm came, a
blizzard Snow, wind, ice, a blizzard We pulled through we hid in
an alley The next day it was like sunny valley He was meltin I was
just fine He got pissed and pulled out a nine "If I'm gonna die
you should come with me Cuz we boyz" (gunshot) It hit me Damn I'm
dien, I'm dead he got his wish And all I got was another red
Christmas "Sighlent night, Violent fight Now I'm dead One to the
head Christmas this year seemed so whack" Happy New Year bitch boy
I got a new Years resolution For your chicken ass mutha to kiss my
mutha fucken ass, Woo! Jingle Bellz, Jingle Bellz jingle all the
way Pass your fucken mom up it's the ICP don't play, hey Wicked
Clown, Wicked Clown bitches drop your drawers Don't talk back just
suck my sack and fiddle with my ballz Yeah, ICP, Southwest for
life, Christmas time know what I'm sayin, Mr. Chris Cringle, you
fat bitch, mutha fucka never came, shit, I'm a slap your across
your red ass face mutha fucka, ugh Southwest down On the 12th day
of Christmas my true love gave to me 12 dead chicken boys 11
stinking bitches 10 bigot's dying 09 mothers bitching 08 crackhead
babies 07 redneck hoes 06 rotting bodies 05 cases of FAYGO, hey!
04 neden holes 03 fat stanks 02 splatterd dogs And 01 dead
Governor E
So there you are, your
sittin there just kinda chillen A richie boy, you look a little
bit like Dillon The 90210 bitch with the funny hair So I'm a
change a few things around here and there Start with your eyes, I
pluck 'em out your head And pull your ballz out your sack and
stick 'em there instead Then I'll stab all your toes and stick 'em
in your noes And pull the hair out your head untill your skull
shows Yeah I'm a psychic gotta fix you for the show tonight But
your lips man they need to just look right They could be a little
fatter, even more So fucken fat bitch your lip is dragen on the
floor Tie your tongue into a knot and stretch it out And tack a
sign on it tellin what your all about Set you up cuz now your
ready So open up the door Cuz at the House of Wonders your the
freak show Carnival Thrills Carnival Chills Carnival Excites you
Carnival Kills Ah, ooh, ah, oh Another freak show from the
juggalagalo (2x) So there you are Come on in chicky wow, ain't you
a pretty? I stick a dart with the silicone and see your tity I
pull it out, put it in your forehead and cheek So now you look
like the elephant bitch freak Don't try to run chicky poo, I'm
just gettin started I beat your head in with the brick untill your
half retarded Remember the ugly girl you laughed at, at the prom?
Don't try to laugh now bitch you look like her mom It came to
Tuesday but it's starin at I stuff you full of chilli cheese dogs
and make you fat Then I stretch your fucken lips and stick em in
your ear So all the evil shit you talk, only you can hear I shave
you bald and glue your tity on the top Then I spin ya on your
nipple until you drop Hey, almost ready Jump Steady? Open the door
Cuz at the House of Wonders your the freak show Carnival Thrills
Carnival Chills Carnival Excites you Carnival Kills Ah, ooh, ah,
oh Another freak show from the juggalagalo
Um well J that was an
interesting Holloween Story Um anybody else have another Holloween
story they'd like to share with the class? I have another one Well
you have just told your story J So what bitch, you sit here every
day and tell stories I'll tell a story in this mutha fucka J See
he doesn't want me to tell my story Cuz he know my story, it's
about Mr. Rotten Treats All your parents know my story too They
don't tell you about him though Long ago they all killed Mr.Rotten
Treats They're scared that you'll talk about 'em, they're scared
that He'll come back from the dead, they're all scared he'll cut
your fucken ass Welcome too, the other side That's what they told
me when I died I was stabbed in the head Look what ya done dead
All the blood bled, one juggalo dead It was a cold, dark, scary
Holloween night My neighbors and their people they didn't realy
like me right So they came and burn down my world Just because I
like to murder they boys and girls It was the Holloween I never
ment to harm no one I thought you were supposed to murder it was
all in fun I see the monsters and the goblins I'm a killer to But
then they call me sick so what was I supposed to do? I come back
from the other side I come for the people that took away my life
Trick or treat bitch, my dead body speaks You tricked me now it's
only right that you try my rotten treats Trick or treat, trick or
treat Watch as the dead man walks the street (2x) Mr. Rotten
Treats got all the good shit over here boys and girls, I got balls
freshly picked form Detroit's biggest nutsacks, I got Milky bar
with the delicious razor blade filling I got fudge freshly packed
from the worlds rarest fudge packer Must return to the other side
But not before I take these bitches on a murder ride Murder go
Round the dead body clown Put the treats in your mouth, and swish
it all around Excuse me little boy, but is your daddy home? Thank
you sonny here's a little treat now run along Hey buddy, you
thought I was dead, man You probably stuffed the fucken shank in
my head It was the Holloween I never ment to harm no one I thought
you were supposed to murder it was all in fun I see the monsters
and the goblins I'm a killer to But then they call me sick so what
was I supposed to do? I see you to the other side Your buddies and
your neighbors can come along for the ride Weak bitches, you
thought that you had me beat But this Holloween I'm commin back
with my Rotten Treats Trick or treat, trick or treat Watch as the
dead man walks the street (2x) Mr. Rotten Treats runs this bitch,
bitch, I got Fried titty nipples, sweet acid drops, sweet
chocolate covered nipple nuggets with the fresh creamy shit
filling, ask about my bitch she loves my cookie dough nut dribbles
It was the Holloween I never ment to harm no one I thought that
you were supposed to murder it was all in fun I seen the monsters
and the goblins I'm a killer too But then they call me sick so
what was I supposed to do? Welcome to the other side (Trick or
treat, trick or treat Watch as the dead man walks the street)
Piggie
Pie (old school) -it
has different lyrics than the one on milenko-
The first little piggy,
his house is made of wood, He lives in a chicken turkey piggy
neighborhood. He likes to fuck his sister, and drink his
moonshine, A typical redneck filthy fuckin' swine! I rode into
town with my ax in my holster, Everybody knows about the wicked
piggy roaster. The sheriff at the border, he tried to take me out,
I drew my ax with the quickness, and cut his adams apple out!
Walked in the village, and to the piggy's place, He opened up his
door, and shot me in the face. It blew me off the porch, and blew
my head in half, But I'm a Juggalo, so it only made me laugh.
(Hehe!) Ax in hand, I rose like the dead, And swung with all my
might, I made a thump noise in his head. Since we out west, I
grabbed the shot gun, And blew his fuckin' tongue out the back of
his cranium! Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie. There's
nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy cry. I might use a
gun, (No!) I might use an ax, (yes!) The carnival's in town, come
and get your piggy snacks! The second little piggy, his house is
made of brick, And this little piggy is a mutha fuckin' dick. He
lays down his rules and reads you your rights In that funny Lookin
car with the little blinkin lights I drive a Voultswagon bug 17
deap Packed full of juggalo's lights out and we creep To the piggy
station and lay on the horn First piggy out we blow his lungs out
his uniform Now the air kazoo like Starske and Hutch But there's
only 2 of them the rest are out to lunch They call up Dunkin
Doughnuts to gather up the rest 25 piggy's with they bullet proof
vests We lead 'em on a chase, they blowin off rounds Now they all
front cuz we at the carney grounds And they gettin swallowed by
they very own greed Dark Carnival and Wicked Clownz cuz we need
Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie There's nothin like the
sound when you hear a piggy cry I might use a gun, (NO!) I might
use an ax, (YES!) The carnival's in town come and get your piggy
snacks (2x) The last little piggy, his house is made of gold, He
lives in a mansion on his own private road, I started walking down
it, the guard he told me wait, I snaped his fucken neck in 2 and
slammed his nuts in the gate! Cuz this little piggy, must
defiantly die, I'm a lop his nugget off and toss it in the sky.
And then I watch the moon take the form of the devil, And pull it
out the sky, and beat it with a shovel. People in my city, they
fight for they meals, He sleeps on a mattress stuffed with hundred
dollar bills. A ritchie is the devil, he never really made it, So
I'm a cut his hand off and slap his face wit' it. Opened up his
door, he's sleeping in his bed, I grabbed a brick, and roller-laid
it upside his head. He begged for his life, I told him it's too
late, And tied his neck in a knot and watched him suffercate, cuz
I need Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie There's nothin
like the sound when you hear a piggy cry I might use a gun, (NO!)
I might use an ax, (YES!) The carnival's in town come and get your
piggy snacks
Maggots can't fuck with
the Shaggy Cuz I got a crew Bitch, a crew like you aint never even
known Carnival freaks from the ghetto zone All waiten for the day
to put you in your place I had the fat bearded lady sitten on your
face Bitch boy bitchy you might get hurt Dead Carnival clown
puttin in w-w-w-work You think you the shit cuz you think you to
the upper hand But why don't you come and meet my boy the strong
man And he'll grab you by the head and squeeze until it pops And
shake your mutha fucken neck until your head flops Cuz I'm runnin
with the bianja mutha fucks I'll make a voodoo doll of ya, and
flick your nuts See I was born to cause a kid like carnie Ruckus I
came out the neden and started to choke ya mutha fuckas I leave
the school drop a stick in half way out your dome The worst part
about it is, I'm Not Alone Jokers and freaks deep in the night
Thought I was a nerd but ya picked the wrong fight J-J-J-J-J-Jimmy
cracked corn but they don't care They bust ya in the mutha fuckin
head with a chair (2x) I'm a nerd, and all the bitches call me a
nerdy geek And they would love to stick they thumbtacks on my seat
And they would throw they spit balls at the class freak And
everyone of them bitches died in there sleep Cuz I fuck around
with books and the severed barn Crystal balls, black magic and
jokers cards And at night just when I'm feelin lonely The clowns
come to my bed and juggle for me So don't fuck with the Shaggs cuz
I cast spells And don't come cryin to me when your tongue swells
I'm hangin with freak shows, like Crab Boy, Snake Boy, Flipper and
Scab Boy And a man who can eat his own fucken face And then shit
it out and screw it back into place If you don't think so you can
suck my bone Cuz I tried tellin ya man, I'm Not Alone Jokers and
freaks deep in the night Thought I was a nerd but ya picked the
wrong fight J-J-J-J-J-Jimmy cracked corn but they don't care They
bust ya in the mutha fuckin head with a chair (2x) Well I like to
hang with Tall Jess and Jump Steady Nate The Mack and Violent J
and Uncle Freddy Chunky Mutha Fucky and Scott they got my respect
But I really like to hang with ol' rubber neck A freak show from
the circus that you don't know And I fucked the Lion Lady in the
neden hole And sometime she do an acrobatic flip on my nuts And it
feels so good So tell your boys that the yellow beats are jump
circuits I walk around your neighborhood chokin mutha fuckas I
used to be a fool but then the jokers got juice Shit changed when
I started hanging out with Zeus And if you take me out you know
I'm commin back again With my homeboys Jack and the Cannon Man He
come flyin out the barrel doin Mock 9 With his fist commin
straight for your spine Never fuck with the Shaggs cuz it's always
ticken I throw a curse and turn your ass into a chicken So when
you see me by my lonely in the ghetto zone Mutha fucka better
realize, I'm Not Alone Jokers and freaks deep in the night Thought
I was a nerd but ya picked the wrong fight J-J-J-J-J-Jimmy cracked
corn but they don't care They bust ya in the mutha fuckin head
with a chair
Chillin at the studio,
Chillin at the studio, 85 bucks an hour So hurry up and loop a
beat come on Mike I'm Violent J but my homies call me shit head
But that's my homeis to you I'm Violent J bitch I put my boys on a
track even though they suck "Yo dawg I'm Dave and I don't five a
fuck" I did a record deal I signed a contract Technically, for
Island I can only rap But fuck that, with Twiztid I'm a still spit
Even though I got a cold, and I sound like shit What the fuck was
that? Fuck it, leave it in, the shit is phat You heard that beat
80 times and it's still freakin And if you notice my shit don't
even rhyme Look at that I ain't even got a rap and it's still phat
My shit went gold, I got fat nuts And your still flyering parkin
lots You might say my vocals are up to loud So I'm a turn 'em up
louder just to piss you off! Psychopathic records are geniuses Get
off are penises Here comes the chorus, but I ain't got a no hook
Instead I'll just fuck with the phone book Hello? Yeah, ugh Hairy
Sacks please Who's this? Hairy, hey this is slim anus down at the
canery Ugh, take shoot at the bulletin Somethin about ugh, you
fillin in his slot tonight down at the ugh, garage we got a
casement of fudge We need as many packers as we can get Duh, ugh,
Sacks Hello? My name is Jamie Madrox and I got fat balls I'm
always urinating in the Motel Halls I got a big head that never
fits a hat So you aint ever seein me wear a damn thing green bitch
I'm far from rich, I got a hoopty With a smash in the fender and
in the back to I got a broken tail light and I'll smash you Bitch
get outta my way we got Clown Love Phat props to the lyrical town
dove It's the m-o, n-o, and I can't even spell the rest It takes
to long and I need a fuckin cigarette I can't hear my right ears
mad whack So shut the fuck up and listen or get and ass kicked I
slap hoes, and call them bitches to there faces And scream out
FUCK OFF BITCH, Twiztid in their place So back off recognize and
check this Simply my dear I don't give a FUCK Psychopathic Yo
there's Mo Chiles in this piece what's up son? Hello? Yeah what's
up son? I'm Lookin for this deal know what I'm sayin? I got raps
to bust for ya'll Ya'll ready for Mo Chiles? I'm bout to kick this
flow, you ready to kick it or what? Who's this? Were light son,
I'm Mo Chiles straight from the hood I got all my peoplez on 1-800
and Chris Shaw We commin home My names 2 Dope and sometimes Shaggy
Sometimes Shaggs and sometimes Gweedo I gets mad stupid, I gets
mad ill I done it all five, fuck it I do it still Stretch my nuts
back like a slingshot and plant 'em in your mouth Shake my hips
like Elvis Wigglin my pelvis I skipped that step Apply the camera
clutches stretch it back like a mutha fucken bungie jump WHAT? I'm
Violent J back to make you smile more I let my nutsack drag on the
tile floor I kick free styles for miles My gold comes in piles I
worked on Bell Isle I picked up deer shit And now I spit raps I
snap your neck Cuz my freestyles are fresh....
Fuck dammit, another
Holloween People on Military know what this means Houses on fire,
their blowin up cars Creatures on the streets, and razor blades in
candy bars Went to trick or treat the first house on my block Spit
in my face and gave me 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 And there I found an old lady dead on the floor I said excuse
me miss, but do you have a treat? She lifted her leg and scraped
flakes off her dead feet I ran to the next house happy and gitty
There I seen a fat woman holding up her titty I said "Trick or
treat" she said "Treat or trick" And squeezed on her titty until
it fuckin.....sick The next house was at back in the woods I was a
little frightened but fuck I want the goods I knocked on the door,
I heard a knock back And then I heard "Come in" and yo I'm like,
Fuck That! This house belongs to Ms. Cherryspoon She said "Drop
your drawers your treat is commin soon" I quickly grew a stiffy
but kept my eye's shut A hand came out the mail shoot 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 rung the doorbell
and said "Is anybody home?" Of course little boy have a sugar
coated kidney stone I walked in the field and to the next crib
It's friendly Mrs. Witherbee in her cooking bib I said "How bout
some candy?" She said "How bout instead, a nice hot fresh home
made loaf of yeist infection bread" My bag became heavy so I rest
on the curb And riding on his bike, here comes little Larry Shurd
I snuck up behind him, and kicked 'em off his seat I punched 'em
in the neck and power bombed 'em in the street Now my sack of
candy has doubled in size Up to the next house for my scary prize
I'm like Trick or Treat, Trick, Treat, Ticky, Deek He opened up
the door slapped my lips and didn't give me shit Rock through his
window and ran across the street To the big mansion I'm in for a
treat I dinged on the dong, and here comes the butler A big gilpy,
tall ass lurch lookin muther fucker I said "Hello Mr. is there
somethin for my sack?" He reached into his pocket but I think he
hurt his back It's takin him an hour, my bag is open ready But
then he finally dropped it in my sack, a fuckin penny The next
house is abandoned so forget it But wait a minute I think
somebody's livin in it I ran up to the porch Trick or Treat you
can't hide It was a crackhead he crawled in my bag and died The
next house was mine, the last on the block My mothers sitting on
the porch shinning up her glock I climbed on the roof with my
brother Jump Steady And we yelled HAPPY HOLLOWEEN AND CLOWN LOVE
TO THE WHOLE CITY Fuck dammit, another Holloween People on
Military know what this means Houses on fire, their blowin up cars
Creatures on the streets, and razor blades in candy
bars
Yeah what you need?
Yeah let me get a large order of fries and ugh No fries Excuse me?
No fries man Oh, well bust be out then All right then give me a
large double slam and... Nope What? Can't do it Why not? No meat
No meat man damn All right then, I'll take a salad then Better
grow yourself one What's that? We aint got no damn salad man Ah,
well then what the hell do you have? We got the Dogbeats Oh yeah
the Dogbeats huh? Yup All right, then I'll take an order of that
to go then Inner City Posse's got the Dogbeats ICP we got the
Dogbeats No you don't stop with the funk from the old days Start
on your head as the beat plays Yo, the ICP has got the Dogbeats
Inner City Posse and were playin for keeps And I know you likin'
this funk Cuz I can hear my voice commin out the trunk Of your
ride, don't take me for a sucker You leavin untended I'm a take
the mutha 2 to the D to the o-p-e Hittin 03 with the ICP I like
bass, treble, and the temp stuff Throw kick it in the back of a
Seventies Bus With that 40-O Or that Straw Bull Shootin' craps in
the back of the liquor store And I'm hittin, and we'll keep it at
that You out Joe? No, I'm too dope for that Rollin and I'm headin
for the Clark Park Just finished shootin 8 with the dark shark
Seen the freak with the bright white tank top Keep rollin cuz I
know I'll see my bank drop Homeboy if you wanna keep your riches
Stay the hell away from them more money From the truck to the
bukers to the jeeps The ICP has got the Dogbeats Bow-wow-wow
Yipy-yo Yipy-yeah Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-Yeah (4x) Street lights
glearin off the windshield Mear coke crackers on the general wheel
6 Pack in the back and I'm dosin Keep the sounds up find skate 1
thousand 2 Dope gotta keep his own style Home made kicken box 4
tendance Posse P make the whole car hopp When we let the bass drop
Inner City Posse's got the bad rep Like my man on the cruches took
a big step And I can't stand the neighborhood menace So I swell
his chin like Rocky Denise Bass in the car somethin stacks I now
hear me roamin them Pontiacs Everyone's brittle when the bass
rocks So I got a little somethin in the glovebox Long black hair
with the white rag 40 cent Faygo in a brown bag Jump Steady, Rude
Boy, and Nate The Mack Chillen by my side cuz my Posse's stacked I
know I'm gettin famous just think for a minute Stole the car radio
and my tape was in it Sounds bringin life to the streets The ICP
got the Dogbeats Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-yeah Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo
Yipy-Yeah (4x) Inner City Posse got the Dogbeats (hit it)(3x) Is
in the house Waiten at the light as my bass thumps And I'm gettin
jocked by these local chumps They point, they wave, they stare,
they look I been jocked so hard I could write a book Violent J
down with the pimp daddy's (3x) Smooth plush rides in the velvet
caddie's All the way live down Jefferson Inner City Posse's got
the best of them When the tape and your system meet ICP has got
the Dogbeats Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-yeah Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo
Yipy-Yeah (4x) Inner City Posse got the Dogbeats ICP we got
the
Staring at the ceiling,
the roof has a face It's telling me I don't belong with the human
race He's askin me to join him, in eternal sleep I give him my
soul, my body I can keep Reaching just above me , I see my
pillow's there But yet I have no head, my head is on the chair I'm
starring at my body, I look as if I'm weak So give me back my
soul, my body you can keep Sitting on my lawn It's just before
dawn I listen to the screaming, another life is gone I'm playing
with the children, children of the dead My mother say's their
evil, my daddy give a shit Their eyeballs are bloody, their skin
is ever pale Their askin me to follow, I shall, I shall They dress
me as a clown, I'm screamin as a loon We dance upon the cemetery,
underneath the moon Here I come there I go, I'm a night walker I'm
starin at you sleepin through your window like a stalker I'm
taping on the glass, I lick it with my tongue I notice that the
house is vacant, I'm starin at no one I must of fell asleep, I
woke up on the floor Underneath the carpet, underneath the boards
I'm gagged with a dead rat, I lay for many weeks The rat comes
back to life, and is chewing on my cheeks Coming is my helper,
tangling my brain Something's very wrong I can't describe this
pain I'm calling for my mother, I'm crawling up the stairs My
mothers laughing at me, and she's been dead for years I'm falling
down the stair case, tumble to the floor I land up in the attic,
next to the cellar door I'm play with the pigeons, they tell me
many lies They tell me I'll have wings if I let them peck my eyes
I hear a woman's voice calling from the dirt I plat my little
seed, and slowly she will spurt And now she is a tree, I hear the
heart pound I take her in my arms, and we make love to the sound
The wind is my ebony blowing evil thoughts Carrying the demons
soaring with the heart I put it in my body, the wind will bring
the rain Only lay it's demon egg, deep inside my brain They're
calling me a killer, not saying that I'm not My daddy's tried to
kill me ever sence I was a tot By poisoning my bottle, I feed it
to my friend Cuz if he dies my buddy our friendship will never end
I'm sitting with the darkness, talking to the dark It's singing
lullabies, and stringing out the harp I notice that the floor is
warm and rather sick It's cuz I'm sitting in my stomach Mental
Warp
