Ringmaster

[Intro]

Good people sometimes think bad things

Good people dream bad things. Don't you?

Good people even do bad things

Once in a while, we do

[Verse 1: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]

Factory smoke and choke in pain

'Cause Delray funk is in my brain

So I break the law, but I'm not to blame

You only know my place, you don't know my name

Well, I grip the fence and bend the steel

And I steal a car and I grip the wheel

And I park the car then I steal it again

'Cause I really don't know what's happening

I wait for night to fall, and then I walk outside

And then I run back in, 'cause I don't wanna die

You see, the air alone, it can corrupt your brain

As smoke fills the sky enough to block the rain

And I pray to God to help and justify

Look over me 'cause my brain is fried

And I don't have a name, I don't have a home

I just lay alone on my bed of stone

You see, death awaits me on my narrow path

And when I stop to think, I can only laugh

Because I'm not alone, it didn't take me long

To see everybody singing that southwest song

[Chorus]

Oh, oh we-oh (Come on now)

Everybody singin' that southwest song

Oh, oh we-oh (It's alright)

Everybody singin' that southwest song

[Verse 2: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]

Some say I'm real, and some say I'm fake

But I really don't care, 'cause it's all too late

You see, my mind is weak and I'm losing breath

As I crawl along, I can feel the death

Everywhere I go I bring with me pride

And then I pay the carny and I take a ride

But see, the wheel is wicked and it spins me death

So I try it again with what pride is left

If we have to go then you can take me fast

You see, I started under and I'm sinking fast

And when the joker's card is missing from your deck

Then you know the rope has finally caught my neck

Eh, yo, don't look, now that there we go again

It's me and the grim reaper, best of friends

He's always hanging 'round waiting for me to die

We shot a game of pool, he's not a bad guy

I feel him in the corner of a circled room

At about thirteen in the afternoon

And then I see the strain as I walk along

I notice everybody singing that southwest song

[Chorus]

Oh, oh we-oh (Watch out now)

Everybody singin' that southwest song

Oh, oh we-oh (Come on)

Everybody singin' that southwest song

[Bridge]

What does seem bad to you?

I'm angry, I'm angry

What does seem bad to you?

I'm angry, I'm angry

(Everybody singing that southwest song)

[Verse 3: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]

If my time has come, then I'm ready to go

Shoot me in the face with your forty-four

And when I'm falling down to my sorry death

I'll laugh with my very last breath (Ha ha ha!)

Lose some, win some, it's how it goes

I've been down and out, I took many blows

And theres nothing here I ain't seen beforeI'm just a jugglin' juggla jugglin' more

You wanna see the world, you wanna run the town

You wanna meet a girl and wanna settle down

You wanna start a family and ya own a home

I wanna run with a set from the ghetto zone

You see the forks up, see the forks down

But I'm a wicked clown, so don't fuck around

'Cause my brain is gone and it's on it's way

Of exploding, so get off me, dog!

Well, I could be right and I could be wrong

And if I ain't dead now then it won't be long

But it does not matter what set you on

Tonight everybody sings that southwest song

[Chorus]

Oh, oh we-oh (Watch out now)

Everybody singin' that southwest song

Oh, oh we-oh (It's wicked)

Everybody singin' that southwest song

Oh, oh we-oh (Will you be long?)

Everybody singin' that southwest song

Oh, oh we-oh (Go on now)

Everybody singin' that southwest song

Oh, oh we-oh (Come on, yeah)

Everybody singin' that southwest song

[Outro]

What does seem bad to you?

Is hitting other kids?

[Skit]

"Daddy, Daddy! Look, it's a clown! A clown! Make him do something funny, Daddy, please?

"Ok, God damn it. Hey, Bozo! Come here and do something funny for the boy!"

"Ha, okay"

"Hurry it up, man, we gotta be someplace"

"I'm not a very funny clown, but I'll try. Hey, little boy"

"Hi!"

"How ya doin'?"

"I'm fine!"

"Well that's just swell, little fella. Hey. I got a riddle for you."

"Okay! Okay!"

"What looks like a ball?"

"Oh yeah?"

"It's shaped like a ball"

"Uh huh, yeah?"

"It's round like a ball"

"Yeah yeah yeah yeah?"

"But doesn't bounce like a ball?"

"I don't know, what?"

"Your daddy's nugget!"

*Slice*

"Hahahahahaha! Hahahahaha! Wicked!"

[Intro: Violent J]

"Yo, heya 2 Dope, man, check this out, man

You know what the word on the streets is, dawg

The word on the streets is that you a bitch

What's up with that, man?"

[Verse: Shaggy 2 Dope]

Motherfuckers tweak, gotta tweak, why ya tweak?

Golly gosh willakers, me oh my, my oh me

Get off me, dog, before I sting your chin

I let my nut sack flap in the wind

'Cause I'm 2 Dope, clown love O.G (Clown love!)

And it's one chop, two boing, boom chop three (Chop! Chop!)

In the melon, in the back of the melon

One black, two black eyeballs swellin'

Always backwards thinking, thinking backwards lord-oh-lordy

Sippin' on the blunt, puffing on a forty-orty

O-Z, motherfuck me

Fuck Stewart Francke, they call me

Jelly Jell-o boy 'cause my nut sack jiggles (Jiggles)

And when it's cold out, my nut sack shrivels (Shrivels)

And crawls up my booty hole, warm and snug

And gets chased out by the booty hole bug

Goddamn (Damn), I ain't who I am (Am)

I'm always fucking big fat bitches named Pam (Huh?)

Nineteen years of breathing smog

Got me mental, so get off me, dog!

[Chorus]

Dog (Damn, dog, 2 Dope is so fucking fresh!)

Get off me, dog (Yeah, get off me, dog)

Get off me, dog (Ay, bitch!) (He said get off me, dog!)

Get off me, dog (Get off me, dog!)

Get off me, dog (Yeah, yeah)

Get off me, dog (2 Dope's the mother fucking shit!)

Get off me, dog (I wanna be like 2 Dope, man)

Get off me, dog (No, I wanna be like 2 Dope, man)

Get off me, dog (Ay, man, you can't handle 2 Dope)

(I'm 2 Dope. I call it)

Get off me, dog (Hold on, let's play ICP. I'll be 2 Dope)

Get off me, dog (No, I'm 2 Dope, man, no, fuck this)

Get off me, dog (I wanna be like that mother fucker!)

Get off me, dog (Get off me, dog!)

Dog

[Intro]

"You tried to stop me, remember?

So little faith in your own creation

But I stopped you

Did it hurt, did you feel pain?"

"You tried to stop me, remember?

Now you will face your own creation

But I stopped you

Did it hurt, did you feel pain?"

[Verse 1: Violent J]

Guess it all began when the bullet finally struck

And I walked away harmless, it must've been good luck

Or maybe I'm dead

(I'm sorry but you're dead)

Maybe I oughta go

Maybe I oughta go anyway

[Verse 2: Violent J]

Strange things have happened since this day occurred

A can hear a cold whisper in my every word

It's telling me I'm dead

(I'm sorry but you're dead)

No

Maybe I oughta go anyway

Maybe I oughta go

[Verse 3: Violent J]

I'm feeling so stiff as I walk out the house

And my tongue's so dry, think it's rotting in my mouth

Oh, tell me am I dead?

(I'm sorry but you're dead) ("It hurts")

Life goes on for some

[Verse 4: Violent J]

My boys all stare at me I wonder what they think

They don't blink and my teeth keep popping out, I stink

Oh, tell me am I dead?

(I'm sorry but you're dead)

I don't wanna die

Maybe I oughta go

Maybe I oughta go, if I'm dead

[Verse 5: Violent J]

My soul is so heavy that it draws me to the floor

I can hear these demons knocking at my door

They're laughing at the dead

(I'm sorry but you're dead)

No, no

[Chorus]

I don't wanna die, if you're dead, (Dead!)

I don't wanna die, (But you're dead!)

I don't wanna die, (You're dead)

No, maybe I oughta go, not yet now

Not yet now, I don't wanna die

Maybe I oughta go, (You're dead!)

Maybe I oughta go

I'm not going now

I'm not going now

I don't wanna die

I don't wanna die, maybe I oughta go (You're dead!)

Maybe, not yet now

Not yet

Not yet now (You're dead)

I don't wanna die

I don't wanna die

I'm dead

I don't wanna die (You're dead)

Not yet (You're dead) ("You tried to stop me, remember?"

)

Not yet (You're dead) ("You tried to stop me, remember?"

)

Not yet (You're dead) ("It hurts!")

Not yet (You're dead) ("Did it hurt? Did you feel pain?"

)

Not yet ("I speak")

[Outro: Shaggy 2 Dope]

You're dead, bitch! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

[Verse: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]

One for the maggots, punk gets light

Every time his crew gets into a fight

If I somehow get stomped and kicked

I'm comin' for yo ass with a ice pick, prick

One for the maggots, two for the bitch

Three for the brick that smacks your lips

'Cause you's a sneaky creepy ho

So don't fuck around no mo', yo

One for the maggots, weak-ass pets

Who sell out they boys for a bitch they just met

And then try to come crawlin' back

Bitch, you can juggle my nut sack, ho

One for the maggots, punk, fuck you

Trying to be like everybody that you ever knew

Trying to be somebody that you not

Bitch, that's how ya get shot

And left for the maggots

[Sampled: Michael Bell]

"How do I get myself into situations like this anyway?"

"Careful, old boy"

"How do I get myself into situations like this anyway?"

"Careful, old boy"

"How do I get myself into situations like this anyway?"

"Careful, old boy"

"How do I get myself into situations like this anyway?"

"Careful, old boy"

"How do I get myself into situations like this anyway?"

"Careful, old boy"

"How do I get myself into situations like this anyway?"

"Careful, old boy"

"How do I get myself into situations like this anyway?"

"Careful, old boy"

"How do I get myself into situations like this any-"

[Intro: Violent J]

If I'm gonna die

I'm going out riding the wagon

[Verse 1: Violent J]

Hear it comes, the horrifying midnight wagon

Saggin', laggin', dead bodies draggin'

On a piece of string, they flop around and fling

Now shut your ass up and let the juggla sing

It's the Insane Clown Posse coming through

Looking for the hickies and the prickies and your ass too

Everybody gets a ride in the ghost car

Don't matter who you are, we going straight to hell

And it ain't far, Mr. Nevers, you seem to be the kill joy

So get your ass in fat boy!

You can sit up in the front with the Ringmaster

With the ringading-dingalinga-ping-master

And get your motherfucking wind pipe chopped off

And your funky ass body gets dropped off

In the gutter, the wheels keep rollin'

Throwin' heads out the back, nugget bowlin from the

[Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope]

Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin'

Are you down with the clown with clown love, ride the

Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin'

Every dead fuck in the city comes to ride the

Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin'

Nate the Mack, Jumpsteady, and Rude Boy ride the

Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin'

Don't miss your chance

[Verse 2: Violent J]

The exhaust pipe is dripping out a deadly fire

I found an old dead corpse in the trunk next to the spare tire

And it's muffling the sounds

Throw that bitch out and now the funk pounds, yo

Some say it's just a hearse, but it's much worse

It's an old dark bucket with a clown curse

Long (Long), dark (Dark), very spooky scary

I drink an old 40 bottle full of Bloody Mary, why?

'Cause I'm Violent J, sick in the nug-bone

I make strange sounds, clowns with frowns

Break it on down, break it up 'til the break of dawn

Look out your window, it's the wagon in your front lawn

Ah-boom! Abooka-boom-ba!

We do the dance of the death until you get into the car

And then I pull your tongue out slap you in the face with it

Say the joker did it, in the

[Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope]

Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin'

Ladies and gents, it's your turn, come and ride the

Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin'

If you got a minute why don't you stop, I'm finna ride the

Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin'

I'm a dead body so you know I love riding in the

Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin'

Now, here's your chance (Wicked)

[Verse 3: Violent J]

We don't do drive-by's in the wagon

Instead we just get out and stab your fuckin' ass

And it ain't no telling how many clowns inside

Told you seventeen, but I lied

'Cause I'm wicked and I'm wild, wicked wild

I caught a wild deer and rode it home from Belle Isle

I play the organ like an old mental case

I can freak the cello, like Chris Conley on bass

In the wagon, I throw fingers out the window

And when you roll the window down, you can smell the indo

But it ain't mine, it belongs to the stiff over there

Puffin' on a Jim Square

Heavy long, rumbling, tumbling

Step into my ride and your ass goes stumbling

Out the back with your neck in a rut

Gotta get home before the sun comes up on my

[Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope]

Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin'

Come down, stand in line, everybody loves to ride the

Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin'

Your momma is a bitch and she swings on my nuts in the

Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin'

If you missed your bus, don't be afriad, come and ride the

Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin'

It's your last chance! (Wicked)

[Intro]

*Phone ring*

"Hello?"

"Neck cutta"

"Pardon?"

"Neck cutta"

"Who is this?"

"Neck cutta"

"Who do you wish to speak with?"

"Your neck"

"What? Hello?"

"Neck cutta, neck cutta, neck cutta, neck cutta, neck cutta"

[Verse 1: Violent J]

Little Miss Muffet, oh, she never had a clue

Of what the psychopathic wicked clown was finna do

Creeping through the backyards underneath the moon

Only three blocks away, the joker looney toon

Listen to the loon, listen to the pain

Listen to the one they call the Violent J Insane

Watch me as I duck and I dash through the night

I can see the shadows of the moon in my butcher knife

Pretty little world has created this monster

See me living with a dead body in a dumpster

Laughing in your castle but I can't cross your moat

But then I take a boat and cut your fucking throat

Well, now I'm getting closer so I crawl under a house

I'm waiting for the car to pass and then I crawl back out

Another block down, just a little ways to go

*Phone ring* "Hello?"

[Chorus: Violent J]

I'm the neck cutter and I'm three blocks away

I'm the neck cutter and I'm three blocks away

I'm the neck cutter and I'm three blocks away

Violent Violent, Violent J

I'm the neck cutter and I'm three blocks away

I'm the neck cutter and I'm three blocks away

I'm the neck cutter and I'm three blocks away

J, J, Violent J

[Verse 2: Violent J]

I can hear the crickets and the creatures of the night

You can hear me drag my foot and scrape my butcher knife

I can hear the owl as it chirps a wicked tune

You can hear the loons, the loons, the loons

Listen to the little pitter-patter of my feet

As I howl like a dog and I'm running down the street

Hiding in the trees, hiding in the bushes

You're sitting on your couch, and I'm underneath your cushions

Stab you in the back of the head, why not?

Your little governor has taken everything I got

I can't feed a family, I can't feed a dog

So I cut your fucking head off, hey

Wickey, wickey jokers and you know we show improve

Jumping over roof tops, juggalugga move

Tell me, have you ever seen a ghetto freak show?

*Phone ring* "Hello?"

[Chorus: Violent J]

I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away

I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away

I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away

Violent Violent, Violent J

I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away

I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away

I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away

J, J, Violent J

[Bridge: Violent J]

I, I gotta kill her

I, I have to kill her

I'm, I'm gonna kill her

I'm gonna kill her

I'm gonna kill her

I'm gonna kill her

[Verse 3: Violent J]

You can think I'm choking on my joker while you laugh

I'm coming to your house, I'm finna cut your neck in half

Everywhere I go, the Grim Reaper stays on me

'Cause the fucker knows I'm always leavin' dead bodies

I can see him standing at the end of the block

'Cause somebody's clock is running out of tock

Slip through the cracks in the walls of the eave

All is justified, as every punishment received

Everything you've ever done to me is out of hate

I'm beggin' on my knees, and you slam your golden gate

So I pick myself up and I snuck around the back

And took your money stack then snapped your fucking neck

Slowly only go as the night air is calm

I might stop and chill and drink a 40 on the lawn

Right before I take the final step to the front door

*Phone ring* "Hello"

[Chorus]

I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away

I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away

I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away

Violent Violent, Violent J

I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away

I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away

I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away

J, J, Violent J

[Outro]

I'm comin' up there (I'm the neck cutter)

I'm comin' up there

I'm comin' up there (I'm the neck cutter)

I'm comin' up there

I'm comin' up there (I'm the neck cutter)

I'm comin' up there

I'm comin' up to your house (I'm the neck cutter)

Up to your house

I gotta do (I'm the neck cutter)

What I gotta do

I'm comin' up there (I'm the neck cutter)

[?]

Comin' to your front door (I'm the neck cutter)

Bitch, I'm comin'

Comin' to your front door (I'm the neck cutter)

Front door, front door, front door

"Gonna kill these mother fuckers. I'm the neck cutter."

*Doorbell*

*Gunshots*

"Honey? Honey! I got him! Woo hoo! I got him in his fucking head! He won't be coming around here no more!"

[Segue]

He says the bears are now being sold at-

To know that, you know, parents are concerned is-

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