Carnival of Carnage

Insane Clown Posse

1992 Released

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Intro

01 : 20

Carnival of Carnage

02 : 32

The Juggla

04 : 55

First Day Out

04 : 20

Red Neck Hoe

04 : 50

Wizard of the Hood

05 : 24

Guts on the Ceiling

04 : 24

Is That You?

04 : 34

Night of the Axe

04 : 59

Psychopathic

04 : 43

Blackin' Your Eyes

04 : 39

Never Had It Made

05 : 45

Your Rebel Flag

04 : 23

Ghetto Freak Show

04 : 14

Taste

05 : 09

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Track Lyrics

Carnival of Carnage Lyrics

[Violent J & Esham]

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[Outro: Shaggy 2 Dope]

Yo, and now for your enjoyment, please welcome

The I-C-motherfuckin' P

The Juggla Lyrics

[Verse 1: Violent J]

Well, you know the juggla jumped in the mix

I've been down the road and I've broke a few necks (Juggla)

And I'll break a few more, so what's up?

Roll by me on the corner I'ma hold my nuts up (Juggla)

And spit a fuck you with that (With that)

But if you're a sewer skank lemme hit that (Hit that)

'Cause Violent J ain't even one to fake it

I done seen some folded up skank bitches naked (Juggla)

I pass out when it gets dark

And woke up naked at the Clark Park (Juggla)

Gotta go, gotta get before I get the rap

Got a chopped off head chillin' in my lap (Juggla)

Mr. Shrink, Mr. Shrink, I'm sick (I'm sick)

Lunatic tick, tock, it don't quit (Juggla)

It don't quit, it don't quit

Mr. Shrink, I'm sick, a lunatic-y-tic

The doctor told me I'm a psycho

So I ate his face like I don't know

Knife to the neck and I got some mo'

The night of the axe, the night of the .44

Bitch, I'ma man you can talk to

But after you leave I'ma stalk ya (Juggla)

If you're a little kid I'ma take ya

And if you're a neck I'ma break ya (Juggla)

If you're an old lady I'ma mug ya

'Cause, bitch, you can't fuck with the juggla

[Interlude]

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, he is the juggla

He'll cut your windpipe, eat your face

And slit your motherfuckin' heart out

You can see this freak show at the world famous Carnival of Carnage

Keep jugglin', motherfucka'

[Verse 2: Violent J]

'Cause you know the juggla will throw ya up fast

And if I drop you, that's your ass

I shake and twist tryna keep calm

I might go to Hell 'cause I'm down with Esham

Got a rhyme for your uncle Willy

Then I hit him in the head with a billy (Juggla)

Willy, Willy, watch your mouth

And fuck the South

Runnin' with a gang of twenty street hoods, yo

What's up, bitch, ah, what's up, ho? (Juggla)

Sometimes you act like you ain't down

With a psychotic wicked clown

Fuckin' my friends ain't healthy

'Cause I grab you by the face and fuck you up (Juggla)

And it's like that, bitch, that's the way it is

I'm allowed to fuck ho, I'm in showbiz (Juggla)

Sets in the hood want me for dead

So I paint my tag on they forehead (Juggla)

Stick your little K by my taggin'

You can fit twenty clowns in a Volkswagen

And we comin' straight to your brick house

I'ma huff and puff and blow your fuckin' neck loose

And then I might mug ya

'Cause there'll be no fuckin' with the juggla

[Interlude]

Jugglin' eyeballs, jugglin' heads

What you've heard about, what you've read

The jugglin' wicked clown will come to your birthday party

Wedding and bar mitzvah

And cut your back off for a small fee

The juggla ain't takin' no shorts from nobody

[Chorus]

Tweedledee and Tweedledum

Let the fuckin' bass go

Tweedledee and Tweedledum

Let the fuckin' bass go

Tweedledee and Tweedledum

Let the fuckin' bass go

Tweedledee and Tweedledum

Let the fuckin' bass go

[Verse 3: Violent J]

And the juggla make it last

Down with 2 Dope and John Kickjazz

My fellow fuckin' fellas

Southwest gangsta killas (Juggla)

Violent J the psychopathic

Some might say I'm schizophrenic

Others think I'm klepto-psychic

But somehow the bitches like it

What's up, bitch, (Bitch) let me get the shot (The shot)

Right here and now, butt naked on the spot (Juggla)

Why am I like this? (Like that) Why are you like that? (Like this)

The ghetto took my brain and motherfuck I want it back (Juggla)

I'm that nerd in the back of the class

That went psycho and killed ya ass (Juggla)

I slash and cut and hack

With a "kick me" sign on my back (Juggla)

In my court-assigned therapy

They take care of me, but don't stare at me

'Cause like I said, I'll mug ya

Now run on home and don't fuck with the juggla

[Interlude]

Finally happened, the wicked clown has come to your town

And he's got your daughter by the hand, showin' her a new land

The Southwest Ghetto Zone where all the jugglas roam

Come one, come all and have the juggla cut your face off

Skip to the Lou

[Chorus]

Juggla, juggla, fuck with the juggla

You can't fuck with the juggla

Juggla, juggla, fuck with the juggla

(Tweedledee and Tweedledum)

Juggla, juggla, fuck with the juggla

(Let the fuckin' bass go)

Juggla, juggla, fuck with the juggla

(Tweedledee and Tweedledum)

You can't fuck with the juggla

(Let the fuckin' bass go)

Tweedledee and Tweedledum

Let the fuckin' bass go (Can't fuck with the juggla)

Tweedledee and Tweedledum

Let the fuckin' bass go (Can't fuck with the juggla)

Juggla, juggla, fuck with the juggla

(Tweedledee and Tweedledum)

Juggla, juggla, fuck with the juggla

(Let the fuckin' bass go)

Juggla, juggla, fuck with the juggla

(Tweedledee and Tweedledum)

You can't fuck with the juggla

(Let the fuckin' bass go)

[Skit: Shaggy 2 Dope]

Joanna

Ay, Joanna, wake up

Come on, baby, It's me, wake up

Joanna

Ay, come on, Joanna

Fuck, man, ayy, Joanna

Come on, man, damn

Joanna

Man, fuck this

*crash*

Get up, bitch!

Fuck, I'm out here with the June bugs and shit!

Hey! Keep it down out there!

Ayy, man, ayy, fuck you!

First Day Out Lyrics

[Intro: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]

Got another funky rhyme

Another funky, funky rhyme

Got another funky rhyme

Another funky rhyme

Another funky, funky rhyme

Aw shit, man, that's ICP

Got another funky rhyme

This is my jam

Another funky, funky rhyme

They were my psychedelic, funkity fuck, intergalactic boys, G

Got another funky rhyme

Aw shit

Another funky rhyme

Another funky, funky rhyme

[Verse 1: Violent J]

Well they let the gate up so I bail

It's been six months, pick me up from the county jail

With a smart mouth, I paid my dues

Steel toilets, worn blankets and rubber shoes

But I ain't naggin'

Here come the fellas, I can hear the muffler draggin'

Ain't been in the car long

And the Faygo is almost gone

My nuts are kinda hard so I need a mate

So my homeboy's cousin set me up with a blind date

She said, "Pick me up at 3?"

Can't bitch, the bus don't ride ya street (Ho)

We gonna eat at Mexican Village

Take a cab and I'll pay the tab

And when she showed up, well I'll be damned

Left my wallet at home on the TV stand

(Oh shit, well I uh left it at home, it's on the TV stand)

Have her payin' and for dinner too

The knot in my sock, it don't fit you

She's all prettied up for nothin'

I'm smellin' like shit and my chin is scruffin'

And I'm chewin' on my food like a pit bull

'Cause I won't front for the ho

Stuck my face in the bowl of soup

And just sucked it all up through my missin' tooth

The bitch jumped up with a boom

"I have to fix my hair," and broke to the bathroom

She got the tab so I go for mine

And order up some '52 vintage wine

Hey, Louie, bring a fuckin' steak with that

Motherfuckers like J will say, "Fuck that"

She's back now and her hair ain't fixed

Probably took a long, greasy ass, smelly shit, huh

I ain't sayin' nothin' though

I ain't sayin' nothin' 'bout the fuckin' ho

What's up bitch? (Bitch) I'm ready to break (Break)

How long can one fat bitch take

Quit snackin' and pay these saps

'Cause we going home to watch tube with Paps

[Interlude]

So Joe uh, what is it that you do for a living?

Aw, come on, pops

You seen me sellin' rocks on Vernor and Springwells

Matter of fact, I think I sold to that fat bitch in the kitchen

[Verse 2: Violent J]

Your dad's really cool sweetheart

I mean him lettin' me use his car

And he slipped me a fifty

Violent J's kinda nifty

If I'd of hit it, you'd of been home free

But now you're comin' home with me

Dad, I got a bitch in the bedroom

Take your ass to the bar and don't come home soon

Now the juggla's known to smack hoes

But I need the shot too, so I switch to the mack mode

[Verse 3: Shaggy 2 Dope & Violent J]

Now, woman, you know I love you

So why don't you just let me fuck you?

Now bitch, I know you's a freak

So lemme get a little kiss on your cheek (What's up)

And a fuck to go with that

Come on, nympho, lemme hit that

Tell ya what, ya let me stick it

And I got a leftover piece of chicken for ya (Ho)

Ya little sewer skank (Sewer skank)

Ya nasty little pipe smokin', sack chasin' ho

And that was that

A little smooth talk, and she was on her back (Ha)

And I'm finally stickin'

Dump ya and I'm keepin' my chicken (Bitch)

You'll never guess what

My first day out and I caught my nut

[Chorus: Violent J]

First day out and I caught my nut

(Well shit, bitch, it's my first day out)

First day out and I caught my nut

(Shit, bitch, it's my first day out)

First day out and I caught my nut (First day out)

First day out and I caught my nut (It's my first day out)

First day out and I caught my nut

(Well shit, bitch, it's my first day out now)

First day out and I caught my nut

First day out and I caught my nut (Gotta go now, gotta go now)

First day out and I caught my nut

First day out and I caught my nut (It's my first day out)

(My nut)

Red Neck Hoe Lyrics

[Intro]

Who's that broad I seen over there in the pumpkin patch yesterday pickin' up pumpkins over yonder yesterday? (Hell yeah)

I don't have no idea, I seen that same girl just-a bendin' over pickin' up them things scratchin' that bad little ass a-hers

I'm tellin' you what, I seen her come a-runnin' through the hills, a hootin' a-hollerin' and her titties was floppin', she was finer than peach fuzz split four ways with a broad axe, brother!

I seen...

[Refrain: Shaggy 2 Dope]

Rappin' to this bitch with a red neck, a red neck

That fuckin' red neck

Rappin' to this bitch with a red neck

A down south bitch with a red-ass neck

[Verse 1: Violent J]

Bitch, you got a red neck

But you look kinda straight so I'm 'bout to step

Heard you like fuckin' in pig pens

You never see boys, so you fuck your girlfriends

Bitch, I know you's a ho

So lemme fuck you with my big toe

'Cause I don't care what them hicks can do

Shit, I can fuck like a chicken hawk too

Bitch, we can take a walk

But I hate the way you fuckin' hillbillies talk

So keep your filthy-ass mouth shut

And don't say shit, nasty slut

Bitch, I wanna hit it

So I can drop your ass in a New York minute

But your quick to act like you didn't know

Like you didn't know that I'm a gigolo, you didn't know

Bitch, we can sit on the porch

Swing in the chair, I don't fuckin' care

But then it's to the sack, to the sack we go

I'm finna fuck this red neck ho

[Chorus]

Bitch, you's a ho and, ho, you's a bitch

Everybody know that you's a funky, funky bitch

Bitch, you's a ho and, ho, you's a bitch

Everybody know that you's a funky bitch

[Refrain: Violent J]

Rappin' to this bitch with a red neck

A fuckin' red neck, a red-ass neck

Rappin' to this bitch with a red neck

Said a mountain top, cornstalk red-ass neck

[Verse 2: Shaggy 2 Dope]

Bitch, it's 2 Dope

Before I throw you this dick, I'll throw you some soap

'Cause ya been in a barn all day

Milkin' cows and fuckin' with hay

Bitch, if ya let me hit it

I don't care, you can play your Wayne Newton shit

I can take a little Conway Twitty

When I'm suckin' on a red neck titty

Bitch, I'll go down south

With a piece of wheat hangin' out my mouth

And sport a funky ass straw hat

But after I hit it - mothafuck that!

Bitch, I'm from the big city

And I'm finna fall asleep on your big titty

Yeah, it's the farmer's daughter

But I ain't gonna fuck in no swamp water

Bitch, drop your overalls

And we can fuck in the back of a horse stall

You're the ugliest bitch I know

But I'll still fuck ya, red neck ho

[Chorus]

Bitch, you's a ho and, ho, you's a bitch

Everybody know that you's a funky, funky bitch

Bitch, you's a ho and, ho, you's a bitch

Everybody know that you's a funky bitch

[Verse 3: John Kickjazz]

My rap song can't even hang

With the wicked shit you've done

You go lynchin' with your gang

On a brother or a Mexican (Fuck)

This shit may never quit

Bigots may never learn (Never learn)

I'll cut your mothafuckin' throat out, bigot

Now it's your turn (Yeah)

Bigots in the north seem to get respect

You know I'll choke that greasy neck

Step to the left, step to the right

Aim my piece and I'll fuck your face up (Ha)

Bitch, 'cause I don't sleep

Said, fuck you, bitch, I don't sleep

In the south there's a lot of good faces

But shit, I'ma gat on a fuckin' racist

[Bridge: Violent J]

Bitch, I can't tell from where I'm at

But it looks like your neck is red - fuck that!

I'm about to step

So I can say I fucked a ho with a red neck

[Outro]

Bitch, you's a ho and, ho, you's a bitch

Everybody know that you's a funky, funky bitch

Bitch, you's a ho and, ho, you's a bitch

Everybody know that you's a funky bitch

(Goddamn. I can't wait to get home. My fingers are sore. I've been milking cows all day. I'ma go home and make me some moonshine)

Bitch, you's a ho and, ho, you's a bitch

Everybody know that you's a funky, funky bitch

(There we go. I'm about to- Hey, right there, right down yonder right there. There she go right there)

Bitch, you's a ho and, ho, you's a bitch

Everybody know that you's a funky bitch

(Goddamn! You got a rubber? I say we take her behind that pine tree and rape her ass!)

Bitch, you's a ho and, ho, you's a bitch

(Hell no. She gon live there over the old pickup truck with that shotgun in the back. I'm straight. I don't need more)

Everybody know that you's a funky, funky bitch

(She got titties like Dolly Parton!)

Bitch, you's a ho and, ho, you's a bitch

(I don't even know. There she go right there)

Everybody know that you's a funky bitch

(I'ma head out after her ass and go out hoggin' down there and see if I can)

Bitch, you's a ho and, ho, you's a bitch

(That crickbed down there. I say we go over there in that water and put one up in that little ass)

Everybody know that you's a funky, funky bitch

(Alright then)

Bitch, you's a ho and, ho, you's a bitch

Everybody know that you's a funky bitch

Fuckin' bigot

Wizard of the Hood Lyrics

[Intro: 2 Dope]

(Droppin' motherfuckers all the way to Delray)

One time, the ICP with the shit for you and your boys to say "Fuck yeah!" to

(Droppin' motherfuckers all the way to Delray)

Yo, J, kick some of that shit about the Wizard and all that

(Droppin' motherfuckers all the way to Delray)

Drop a psycho beat and go on and rap, foreheaded fuck

[Verse 1: Violent J]

Aw shit, homeboy, you should've seen me

I was flipped at the party, drank a fifth of MD

Straight passed out on this mother's bed

Seven cans of brew going through my head

Dreaming, I was sipping on Faygo

In my dope house and here comes a tornado

Huh, I can't run nowhere

'Cause the whole damn house was spinnin' through the air (Damn!)

And don't laugh just yet

Your ass landed in motherfuckin' Oz. Bet

And here comes a three and a half foot pimp

With a blue zoot suit and a mack daddy limp

Yo, I got a grip on my weapon

'Cause this midget motherfucker and his boys are stepping

Oh my, look at the witch

You crushed and killed that wicked old bitch

And they're saying that I'm doomed

'Cause I killed some ho that rides on a broom

Fuck this, I'm going back to where I stay

And I'm walking down the yellow brick alleyway

[Chorus]

We're off to see the Wizard

Sing it, sing it high, sing it low

We're off to see the Wizard

Droppin' motherfuckers all the way to Delray (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Droppin' motherfuckers all the way to Delray

[Interlude: Shaggy 2 Dope]

Well, go on, motherfucker!

[Verse 2: Violent J, 2 Dope & John Kickjazz]

Now I'm roaming just like a base-head

Everybody know just where the alley led

And don't say you don't know

Which way to go, yo, there goes the Scarecrow

I ain't playing this bullshit no more

So I whip out the nickel plated double-four

Best tell my ass how to get back

Or I'm going to blow the straw out your fucking head

You wanna see the wizard? Fuck yeah, I do

Get me off this pole and I'll come with you

You know the Wiz? Yeah, I used to roll for him

Then he ganked me out a G, now I got a bullet for him

Now me and the 'Crow was walking on bricks

Spittin' and cussin' and holding our dicks

Thinking, damn, this ain't how the movie go

I ain't seen one motherfuckin' rainbow

Ain't a fresh pair of kicks in the land

Just what you thought. There goes the Tin Man

How to get to the wizard? What the fuck?

I ain't saying shit 'til you oil me up

I don't see any motherfuckin' oil, bro

Oil me up with a forty of Red Bull (Heh)

Just like the book said

Tin Man was stumbling like a crackhead

Old-ass rusted out metal

But we was on our way to see the Wizard of the Ghetto (Yeah)

[Interlude: Shaggy 2 Dope]

(Somewhere over the rainbow)

Fuck up, bitch! *gunshots*

Damn, this ain't Kansas, ho!

(Droppin' motherfuckers all the way to Delray)

This is the Southwest motherfucking Ghetto Zone, bitch! (Word)

(Droppin' motherfuckers all the way to Delray)

So pick your skank ass up and you and Toto get the fuck on!

[Verse 3: Violent J and Kid Villain]

Yeah, we've come a long way

Droppin' motherfuckers all the way to Delray

And I'm a wonderland story book tourist

Gripping that .44 we coming up to the forest

Anything could be out there

Lions, tigers, and maybe a bear

Hoods and hoodlums and thieves, oh my

I'ma kick somebody in they fucking eye

Don't fuck with me at a time like this

I'll send out a bullet, guaranteed won't miss

So I just move and the hooks are flying

Then come and buck with the fucking Lion

I want rings, chains, any kind of gold

Or what? Or I'ma let this 9 unfold

Man, fuck this, come back to Delray

There you can rob motherfuckers every day

Crackheads, hoes, whatever you can name

Catch all the rich ones coming out the ball game (Yeah)

So finally we was at the castle

And with the guards, we got no hassle

They all just got the fuck out our way

I guess even in Oz they know of Violent J

[Chorus: Violent J]

We're off to see the Wizard

Sing it, sing it high, sing it low

We're off to see the Wizard

Droppin' motherfuckers all the way to Delray (Fuck a Wizard)

Droppin' motherfuckers all the way to Delray

[Verse 4: Violent J]

Yo, where's the motherfucking wizard stay?

Who wants to know? Violent-Psychopath-J

I wanna word with him at gun point

'Cause there's no place like Detroit

Welcome to the Wizard's kingdom

The Wizard of the Ghetto as you say

Welcome to the Wizard's kingdom

Sorry, motherfucker, this is where you'll stay

Scarecrow, you ain't shit to me

And the Lion ain't shit but a snack for three

Tin Man, don't take me for a sucker

I'll chew your ass up and spit bullets out, motherfucker

*gunshots* We let it rain

Seventy-nine slugs to his motherfucking brain

Then I stepped back cool and calm

Because the Tin Man was dropping cluster bombs

Everybody know about car jacking

So me and the fellas went home mackin'

Jumped in his smooth-ass ride

Drop top Geo says "Wiz" on the side

Gripped it back to the hood where we came from

And that shit was fun

Next thing I knew I was back at the party

Got up and was finnin' to tell everybody

But then I just let it pass

'Cause I know they'll laugh at my drunk ass

[Outro]

Droppin' motherfuckers all the way to Delray

(Heh heh)

(Bull shit!)

(Jumpsteady in the house)

Droppin' motherfuckers all the way to Delray

(Fuck you, man, I ain't lyin'!)

[Skit]

Louder, louder, and louder *applause*

Thank you, thank you very much

My next poem is a very short one:

Dismay, dismay

Oh, how there's dismay in may *applause*

Thank you, thank you

And now, poetry from our friend, 2 Dope

(Fuck outta here, man)

A beautiful butterfly came floating by

And landed on my cheek, just a smidget from my eye

I said to my little friend:

Get the fuck off me, bug!

Thank you

Guts on the Ceiling Lyrics

[Verse 1: Violent J]

Oh, you'll never guess what's up

My muckin' head blew up

My chin's in a old man's back yard

I gotta sneak through his yard to find the fother mucker

And he's got a pit bull dog

And it's sittin' on my chin like a frog on a log

I throw a bone to try to distract

'Cause I'm wantin' my chinny-chin-chin back

I'll never be one to boast

But there's my tongue hangin' off the light post

'Cause my head exploded

And my brain's unloaded

All over this beautiful city

Teeth and bones to the nitty-gritty

There's my eyeball stuck to the wall

Right next to my splattered jaw

I don't dig this game

Chasin' my brains all through the sewer drains

My head's all over the block

'Cause I done went lunatic-tock, tick-tock

Come on dog, what's wrong with my head

It blew apart but I still ain't dead

I get no respect

I got nothin' but guts hangin' off my neck

But I'm still chillin'

Even with my blood and guts all over the ceiling

[Chorus: Violent J]

I'm chillin', I'm illin' (I'm chillin')

With my guts all over the ceiling (With guts all over the ceiling)

I'm chillin', I'm illin' (But I'm chillin', I'm still chillin')

With my guts all over the ceiling (Yeah, all over the ceiling)

I'm chillin', I'm illin' ([?])

With my guts all over the ceiling (My head exploded)

I'm chillin', I'm illin' (And I'm chillin')

With my guts all over the ceiling (Yeah, all over the ceiling)

[Verse 2: Violent J]

Oh, you'll never guess what's up

My muckin' back blew up

If you come across a spine

Best believe it's mine

Oh, forget about my tongue

'Cause vato can't breathe without no lungs, heh

I lost both of mine

Now that's an item that I wouldn't mind to find

But forget about that

'Cause I'm roaming the streets with a splattered back

I'm trying to rap to this freak

But she can see my ribs all in the street

Then the chitchat went dead

She noticed that I ain't got no head

Shh, I think I hear my heart

But damn, it got hit by a SMART Bus

And landed in Pontiac

So I tell my mellow to send it back

Come on, why did my back blow up?

Look for my guts, look for my guts

I got a call from Nate the Mack

Says he might have found part of my back

Then bring it on over, ace

I got slabs all over the place

But I'm still chillin'

Even with my blood and guts all over the ceiling

[Chorus: Violent J]

I'm chillin', I'm illin' (Southwest ghetto zone)

With my guts all over the ceiling (Done blew up my head)

I'm chillin', I'm illin' (I got no back)

With my guts all over the ceiling (Ha, but I ain't dead)

I'm chillin', I'm illin' (Southwest ghetto zone)

With my guts all over the ceiling (Done fried my brain)

I'm chillin', I'm illin' (I got no head)

With my guts all over the ceiling (Said I got no head)

[Interlude: Violent J, Shaggy 2 Dope]

Hello?

Yes, can I speak to a Joe Bruce please?

Yeah, what's up

Hey, check it out, man, Lacy said he seen your large intestines, man

For real, where they at?

Hangin' from a telephone wire on Vernor and Junction

Cool, man, that's for real?

Yeah, man

Alright man, I'm about to go get them down then, I'll give you a call

Alright, man

Alright

Check you out, dog

Bye

[Bridge: Violent J]

You'll never guess what's up

I'm down on my luck

Got no head, said I got no head

Southwest ghetto zone, it done fried my brain

[Chorus: Violent J]

I'm chillin', I'm illin' (What's my name?)

With my guts all over the ceiling (Where's my back?)

I'm chillin', I'm illin' (Southwest ghetto zone)

With my guts all over the ceiling (Said I got no head)

I'm chillin', I'm illin' ([?])

With my guts all over the ceiling (But I wanna find my back)

I'm chillin', I'm illin' (Have you all mine?)

With my guts all over the ceiling ([?])

[Outro: Violent J]

I'm illin' (Got no head)

All over the ceiling (And I lost my brain)

I'm illin' (And the ghetto's mine)

All over the ceiling ([?])

Is That You? Lyrics

[Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope and Violent J]

Violent J, Violent J, is that you?

I'm on the microphone, so what you wanna do?

Violent J, Violent J, is that you?

A wicked, wicked clown, just for you

[Verse 1: Violent J]

I drink Faygo, it's only a buck ten

I'ma pour it on your tits when we fuckin'

'Cause I'm with that kinky shit, ho

I can see ya butt naked in your window

Shimmy up the house, I dash

Knock and I press my nuts on the glass

Lemme in ho, don't ya know

I'm Violent J of the ICP (Yo)

I got me a check, let's cash it

If I can spend it with the hoes on Gratiot

Ha, but don't get all geeked, slut

'Cause I'ma buy you some Lava, better wash your butt

Uh, what's this clown shit all about?

A knife to your neck and your throat's hangin out

Ha, with a Do-Mi-Re

Now it's about time I say

[Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope and Kid Rock]

Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?

Yeah, let me tell you what I wanna do

Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?

Yodel-ay, Yodel-ay, Yodel-ay-ee-hooo

[Post-Chorus: Violent J]

Frontin' and frontin', everybody's frontin' (Yeah)

Violent Violent J is gonna tell you somethin'

If you know a bitch who got grits

Kid Rock, Kid Rock will probably eat that shit!

[Verse 2: Kid Rock]

Boo hoo, muthafucka, what ya cryin' for?

I'm that nigga that your bitch would die for

The whore showed up at my front door

So I fucked her in her ass then I threw her out the back door

The bitch thought it was a cake drive

She said, "Drive me to the city," so I dropped her off at Lakeside

"Aren't you drivin' me home?" Well, I meant ta'

But plans have changed now get your ass on the SEMTA, ho!

This ain't no taxi

I be mackin' hoes, they don't mack me

[Interlude: Kid Rock & Violent J]

Never slackin, hoes I be mackin'

(Yeah, Kid Rock, Kid Rock)

Never slackin, hoes I be mackin'

Violent J servin' ghetto hard street shit

The funk, the funk from the old days

Violent J servin' ghetto hard street shit

The funk from the old days

[Verse 3: Violent J]

Well I'm up for the shot in a minute

Show me a valley, I might yodel in it

Like somebody else I know

I've been to Mount Clemens, I've been to Rome-ome-ome-eo

Wicked clowns gonna flow for ya some

Three for the treble, eight for the drum

Five for the homies that I run with

Bitch, call your mudda, 'cause you're done with

Toe, tip toe, I snuck in your house

And fell asleep butt naked on the front couch

So excuse me, Pops, I'm nappin'

So could ya shut the fuck up with that yappin'?

And your wife's all worked up for nuttin'

She act like she ain't never seen a wang or somethin'

'Cause it really don't matter

I'ma show my nuts to an innocent bystander

Every fuckin' day

'Cause it's about time I say

[Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope and Kid Rock]

Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?

Yeah, let me tell you what I wanna do

Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?

I just said it was, motherfucker

[Verse 4: Kid Rock]

Skinny dippin' in the pool, you know I drown hoes

Fuck 'em doggy style and play that ass like the bongos

*Bongo sounds* Ha

Hit it, hit, hit, hit it

Hittin' home runs and I never whiff

Ho, smoke my dick like it's a big spliff

This ain't a blooper and I'm no joker

But I can shoot a nut fifty foot like a Super Soaker

But yo, I'm not gonna pull it out for a cheap joke

Instead I'll play John Holmes in a sequel to Deep Throat

Taste the nut in your mouth just to school ya

But, ho, don't let the smooth taste fool ya

Don't let the smooth taste fool ya

Don't let the smooth taste fool ya, fool ya, chika fool ya, fool

Fuckin' fool

Don't let the smooth taste fool ya

(Word)

[Skit: Violent J]

Shit

I can't fuckin' take this, man

All this fuckin' pressure [?]

It'll make me go motherfucking crazy

I got all these motherfuckers everywhere I go

They gonna [?] (Why don't you get a fuckin' job, man?)

Oh no, here they come, man

Stop it, man

I can't fuckin' take it

Ha ha ha ha ha

Come on, man

Ha ha ha ha ha

[?]

Night of the Axe Lyrics

[Verse 1: Violent J]

Showed up at your high school prom

With a axe in my motherfuckin' palm

And I jumped out the first date, swingin'

Necks and backs went flingin', and a toe

I went psychopatсhic

Choppin' throats with a hatchet *Swing*

'Cause they tryna get me

So I took a head with me

Ran down the hall butt naked

If you gotta life, I'ma take it

Hah, 'cause I got it goin' on

And I broke to the female John *Scream*

Motherfuckers think I'm sick

You ever seen a bitch take a shit? Fuck that!

Let her dookie ass be

'Cause females shittin' is news to me

Climbed down the fire escape

How many lives can one motherfucker take?

One life, two life, three life, four

Throw me a MAC-10, I'm bound to take more

Fifty lives, comin' on eighty

Fuck this, I'm finna *whoop* this lady!

Tied the bitch up to a light post

Slap her in the face 'cause I'm psycho

Beat her down, and beat her up

*Whoop-whoop-whoop-whoop* fuckin' slut

Some bitches make me wonder

Kicked her gut and left my number

Call me, fuckin' nympho

Then I threw her through a window *Crash*

Broke and I climbed up a tree, guy

Came back down, I don't know why

Straight up insanity

Damn, if it ain't a family

Hope they come home soon, hah

'Cause I'm waitin' in the bedroom

[Interlude: Violent J]

*Unlocks door* Sparky?

We're home, Sparky *Whistling*

Watch your foot, honey *Knocking*

Honey, where's Sparky? *Whistling*

Mom, Dad, Lisa's in the bathroom, and I've gotta go really bad!

Don't worry little Joey, I'll get the bitch out! *Screaming*

Mom, Dad!

*Chopping sounds*

Like it? Have another

[Verse 2: Violent J]

Diced up all cinco

Then I threw 'em in the Pinto

Now I'm on Verner, bumpin' the funk

With five dead bodies in the trunk!

And I'm doin' about ninety

To the blue and red's behind me *Sirens*

You can pull me over, Jack

Just don't look in the back

[Interlude: Violent J]

Hey what's your fuckin' hurry son?

Just don't look in the trunk

We got a wild one here, and he's naked

Just don't look in the trunk

He's got blood on his hands and face

Just don't look in the trunk

(Be advised, the car is registered to a Wilson family)

Just don't look in the trunk

Oh, the trunk you say, huh?

Oh okay, what do you say we just have a look-see here

Oh shit! Don't let him get away!

[Verse 3: Violent J]

I'm gone, and I ditched the ride

And left the dead Wilsons inside

Jettin' and I'm hoppin' fences

Finna do like my man in Killeen, Texas

'Cause I'm psycholystic

You look once and you missed it

Look twice and it caught your eye:

Me beatin' the shit outta some guy

With a bag of bricks

Impressin' them dirty-ass sewer chicks

A klepto you can't trust

Shoulda known when I jacked a bus

Fourteen passengers ridin' it

One naked psycho drivin' it

And we goin', grippin'

And there'll be no slippin'

'Cause I'm thinkin' the worst

Shit like women and children die first

Make you shiver

When I drove that bitch in the river

Everybody dies

Only me survives

Innocent folks is what I want

So I'm headed for the restaurant

[Interlude]

(Burritos por favor...)

Ohh, shit, Padro, I'm fuckin' full, man

Fuckin' burritos, man

That burrito fucked me up, man *Screaming*

Ah, shit! Duck, man, fuck!

C'mon motherfuckers! *Screaming*

[Verse 4: Violent J]

It's always gotta be a hero

But I can't be stopped with silver bullets

Or a wooden stake

It's your life I quickly take

Don't talk shit, I take 'em

Take your life, take your life

Coppers in choppers pursue

The boys in blue, the whole crew

Do what they never think

So I'm headed for the 18th precinct

'Cause when then finally call it quits

I'll be there to cut their necks

And that's what I did

I hate a fuckin' pig!

I'll get a job at the doughnut shop

Just to poison a cop

Hah, klepto-pathic

And I'll fuck you up in a strait jacket

'Cause they finally got me

Broke my legs and shot me

But I'm still laughin'

'Cause of what happened

On the night of the axe

[Outro]

On the night of the axe

'Cause of what happened, on the night of the axe

On the night of the axe

What happened, what happened

Just psycho, on the night of the axe

Just psycho, just psycho

Just psycho, on the night of the axe *Clunk*

*Screaming*

[Skit]

The ghettos of America are breeding grounds for the criminal minded

As for years they've killed one another off, and America has enjoyed its creation

Well now those ghetto-minded criminals have crossed the line into your neighborhood, and will soon give you a taste of the hell that they have lived for so long

So, Pops, this time it's your son who gets shot

Deal with your own creation

Your Rebel Flag Lyrics

[Verse 1: Violent J]

Stop the bus, Violent J comes out

Barrels to your chest and blow your lungs out

Motherfuck a fuckin' hick

I kick ya in the mouth, swell your fuckin' lips up

You swallow them teeth when I do

And me and my boys'll run a train on your Thelma Lou

Then break her fuckin' back

Goddamn bigots ain't all that

So I'ma cut your brain out

Reach in and pull your spine out

Welcome to the Carnival show

You're invited, you and your bitch Flo

And the wicked clowns gonna jack

Cut your legs off and have you crawl back

Don't step to the city folk

Bitch, that's why you got your titties broke

So get back on your aardvark

Don't let me see a bigot comin' through Clark Park

Cut his neck with my good blade

Thirty-four years old, still in the third grade

Yes, pickin' on others

Look at your hootenanny ass, motherfucker

And your bearded bitch hag

Fuck both y'all and your rebel flag

[Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope & John Kickjazz]

Fuck your rebel flag! Fuck your rebel flag

Fuck your rebel flag! Fuck your rebel flag (Fuck your rebel flag)

Fuck the rebel flag! Fuck your rebel flag

Fuck a rebel flag! Fuck your rebel flag

[Interlude: Violent J]

Been down south, you can't tell me

[Verse 2: John Kickjazz]

Hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly

Uncle Willy acting illy

Old bitch cooking up vittles

That fuck on the porch playing a fiddle

You know I'd love to show you that ghetto style

Take you out back, throw you in a shit pile

Life in the inner city

I'd rip your ass, but you all shitty and funky

Like the pigs you eat

Pickin' that shit off them yellow feet

Don't step or so much as cough

Or I'ma shoot ya in the back 'til your chest falls off

What you say ain't always hype

So I slap you in the face with a lead pipe

Teachin' kids what Pops taught you

And he's a funky ass bigot too

Fell short of the due respect

Don't speak when I slap ya in your red neck

Fuck all that bullshit you stuck on

Get back on your mule and get the fuck on

Don't look back or I'ma hit ya

Take that red neck bitch out with ya

Spit on your rebel rag, so fuck you and your rebel flag

[Refrain: Violent J]

Wilber (I'ma cut his neck)

Hoss (I'ma break his back)

Goober (I'ma stab his face)

Jed (I'ma slit his throat)

Wilber (I'ma cut his neck)

Hoss (I'ma break his back)

Goober (I'ma stab his face)

Thelma Lou (I'ma fuck her in her ass)

[Bridge]

Hill

Hillbillies listening down south

[Verse 3: Shaggy 2 Dope]

I'm up and I'm headin' for the south

Finna put a round of buck shot in your mouth

And blow the back of your fuckin' neck loose

Hillbillies run around like a headless goose

'Cause you tried burning down my cross

That sweaty racist hick named Hoss (Fuck 'em)

You sleep in the barn and you fuck your horse

Brick to the head, put you back on course

Yeah, but you know I chill (Chill)

'Cause if I don't flex on you the others will

Straight folks in the south won't have it

They put a round in your racist ass quick

The cool in the south team up with the north

And blow that bigot off his fucking horse

So put away your goddamn twine

See I'ma cut your pipe and take your little moonshine

Then drink it all up

Barrels to your face and blow your fuckin' head off

Keep on gunnin' 'cause of what they said

Punk, I'll put a slug in your bald head

Scalp a skinhead quick

And your greasy-ass triple Klan ain't' shit

And zip you up in a bag

And I'll shit on a motherfuckin' rebel flag

Yeah, shit on a rebel flag

[Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope & John Kickjazz & Violent J]

Fuck your rebel flag! Fuck your rebel flag

Fuck your rebel flag! Fuck your rebel flag (Fuck your rebel Flag! It ain't shit!)

Fuck the rebel flag! Fuck your rebel flag (It ain't shit)

Fuck a rebel flag! Fuck your rebel flag

[Interlude: Violent J]

Fuck your rebel flag. Fuck 'em. Yeah. Fuck your rebel flag. Rebel flag

Fuck your rebel flag. It ain't shit. Fuck 'em. Fuck your rebel flag

[Refrain: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]

Wilber (I'ma cut his neck)

Hoss (I'ma break his back)

Goober (I'ma stab his face)

Jed (I'ma slit his throat)

Wilber (I'ma cut his neck)

Hoss (I'ma break his back)

Goober (I'ma stab his face)

Thelma Lou (I'ma fuck her in her ass!)

Wilber (I'ma cut his neck)

Hoss (I'ma break his back)

Goober (I'ma stab that mother fucker in his-)

Bitch! Ha!

Taste Lyrics

[Verse 1: Violent J]

Heard thoughts going on in the free world

Broke out the asylum and killed a girl

Just a warm-up, just to get it on

'Cause I'ma be cutting throats 'til the break of dawn

Can't nobody get me

I've always been a psycho, but now they coming with me

That's straight, could we team up?

'Cause I believe every throat deserves a good cut

Look in my brain, it's fucking insane

Roll around naked in the acid rain

Rich bitch fucker took me for a sucker

Now we killing you instead of killing each other

Walked in your house, shot him in the mouth

Lean back the head and pour the brains out

My lyrics are strong, it's only a song

The government front like they don't know what's going on

Fuck it, I'll take the matter in my own hands

Cut you down cat, cut you down

'Cause I know the rich go joggin'

And I'm waiting in the bushes, axe to the noggin

(Come on, come on now, bitch, come on)

About thirty, forty times

Psychedelic sick with the psycho, psycho rhymes

But you keep the killin' in one place

But I'm at your door, motherfucker, have a taste

[Verse 2: John Kickjazz, Shaggy 2 Dope, John Kickjazz & Shaggy 2 Dope]

Fucking you up, won't let you pass

Fucking you up, shot you in the ass

Jumped out the alleyway with a motherfucking battle axe

12 dead bodies on the motherfucking train tracks

I'm sick of this shit on my TV

They showing psychopathics and I see me

And you're calling me a homeless hobo

While I'm laying on my suede couch listening to Mojo

Snipe you in the head from a tower

Or chase your naked ass clean out the shower

Finally catch you down the block

Take this here gat, shoot you in the cock

Who you fucking with Governor E?

Don't you know I'll hang your dead ass from a tree

Yup, then swing you by the foot

Mr. Drummond looking, bald headed, punk bitch

Strolled to the banquet party

Drank all their brew, then shot everybody

They set it up wrong

Created the ghetto and thought it wouldn't last long

Thought we'd kill each other off

Didn't think we'd come to the suburbs, jackoff

The clown'll stick his knife in your face

Motherfucker, have a taste

[Verse 3: Jumpsteady]

In Detroit, do or die, die and be done with

Another wild solution 'cause it's nothing but a wicked man

How many motherfuckers have I known through the years

Got their necks blown out or crippled, living in fear

Now I'ma tell you 'cause I [?] out many skulls but they missed

'Cause I'm drawn by from the vision of the Iron Fist

Raised with the crime, with nothing to eat

So my natural instinct's to kill in the street

But I'm above that, a sense of caution

Jumpsteady stepping over the government's brainwashing

Take it, take it further, take it further, take it far

Don't let them even judge you 'cause you know who you are

Seems they don't even know about the inner city crime war

Money on the troops in the desert, what the fuck for

Damn they're stupid, their minds must be failing

Think I'd rather pay a little extra to a gallon

To save a human life, or two

End this ghetto war for the homies that I once knew

You're peeping out the barn with your closed eyes

(You're peeping out the barn with your closed eyes, ho)

I got a mind killing rage waiting for change

In the folds of my jacket I cradle my gauge

What you gonna do when I show up at your place

Try to ignore it this time, motherfucker, have a taste

[Verse 4: Capitol E]

You need a spoonful, in other words, a little taste

So let me feed you the city life at a steady pace

Wake up to gunfire thinking it was a dream

'Til you hear neighbors holler and a young child scream

Everyday thing, think you can take it

Just wait 'til you see that crackhead at your front door naked

Begging for money, acting like he know ya

You slam the door in fear, but some day he'll show ya

Catch you at blank point range, you getting jacked

Come up with it, bitch!

Now you don't know how to act

But that's life and experience is a mother

Happens everyday, one after the other

But the suburb living is high class

Well, High Class, let the city trade with your ass

And show you the rough times

Hungry homeless people committing crime after crime

And bitches [?] the pipe for dough

Then they run to the rock sto' and to buy some rock snow

And I hear you making fun of that

ICP, (What's up, E?) get your bats

It's time for you to crack some necks

And if they don't know now, show them what to expect

'Cause it doesn't matter the race or the place

Capital E, giving the inner city taste

[Interlude: Violent J]

Yeah, we headed for Birmingham, Grosse Pointe, and Beverly Hills

I thought you knew, 'cause we in a devilish mood

[Verse 5: Esham]

Guess who's rolling with the ICP

The Black Devil coming straight from the D

I'm headed out to Birmingham

My temperature is burnin', man

Looking for the governor to kill him and I think I can

Violent J know the way so I'm gonna get you

If you're standing in my way I'm getting with ya

The Black Devil, that devil you don't know

Getting more pussy than Bell Biv DeVoe

Hey, man, do you know my name?

Esham with NATAS, not Soul Train

So give me mine 'cause it ain't about black or white

It ain't about wrong or right on Devil's Night

I'll burn a cross in your fucking face

Now homicide's got a new case

So give me a taste (So give me a taste, so give me a taste)

(So give me a taste, so give me a taste)

[Outro]

Just, just a little taste, just a little taste

Just, just, have a little taste, have a little taste

Just, just, just a little taste, just a little taste

Just, just, have a little taste, have a little taste

Just, just, just a little taste, just a little taste

Just, just, have a little taste, have a little taste

Just a little taste, just a little taste

Just, just, have a little taste, have a little taste

Just, just, just a little taste, just a little taste

Just, just, have a little taste, have a little taste

Just a little taste, just a little taste

Just, just, have a little taste, have a little taste

Just a little taste

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Carnival of Carnage Lyrics

The Juggla Lyrics

First Day Out Lyrics

Red Neck Hoe Lyrics

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Guts on the Ceiling Lyrics

Is That You? Lyrics

Night of the Axe Lyrics

Your Rebel Flag Lyrics

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