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Insane Clown Posse


Bizzar

To all who are recieving this broadcast, we are now entering the 13th hour of continuing Cloud Coverage.
This on going event has been upgraded to a national emergency.
It has been a sleepless night across Metro Detroit, as panic and terror has swept the streets.
It seems much of Detroit, as well as the rest of the country are still unsetteled by this unexplainable cloud that still clutches the sky, from New York to Hanalulu, Miami to Fairbanks.
The expansion of the cloud has subsided, but a wall of darkness and artifical night, grips the land.
Witnesses now tell us, thousands upon thousands of people are emerging from sewers everywhere.
Their faces are painted and..and... they look like...Clowns!
The people are running and screaming, but eye witnesses say they're not in pain, its almost like a strange type of joy has overtaken them.
At this time, we do not know where or why the people are running.
But there seems to be an organized plan, directing their action.
It's like a guiding force is giving them super-natural stamina.
The emense crowd of clowns are now on the move, all in unison, moving in one direction, toward an unknown destination.
Almost as if they see what others cannot, heeding an unaudible call that silently peirces this calm before the storm.

2.

I could get naked, right here
I'd look like a big pale polar bear
Then I'd have to attack, fuck you up like that
Psycopathic hatchet chops, slapping ninjas out of hiding spots
Juggalo Nation is in the house
To the left, to the right, over here, there, we everywhere.
All these underground down with the bottom, bottom, bottom, b-b-bottom
Censor me from your radio list, fuck ya'll *beep*, missed
Well I guess I'll never be a radio star, wouldnt work anyway, I'm way too bizzar


(Chorus)
Anybody here? Everybody here!
We got to kill. Psycho right here!
Anybody care? Dont nobody care!
Jokers, Jokers, Jokers, Jokers
Anybody here? Everybody here
We got to kill. Psycho right here
Anybody care? Don't nobody care
What? What! What? What! What? What!


Shh, it's a dead body in my trunk, wanna see it?
Fuck around and you'll be it
Jamie Madrox and Monoxide Child, we get wild
Give it to me, give it to me
Been waggaling my dick since the seventh grade
Freekshow grabbing my balls and getting paid
That's my duke's bitch, we dont play, hair wigged out and my eyes all gray
No more rapping, no more shows
I'm going back to school, and working at Kinkos
I'll ride around on campus on a mountain bike all day
Hey, I got the right of way
Stab, shoot, chop, cut, drill
I just wanna kill
No matter where you go motherfucker, Dark Carnival ain't far
And it's way Bizzar
Yo, this is Esham the Unholy, Eastside hoes and more
And right now, you're enjoying a trip that's completely out your atmosphere
A little stroll into the wicked realm, that is Insane Clown Posse
A journey into the Bizzar


If you a Juggalo and you won't sell out, say
Fuck everybody on the dance floor
If you ever had to fuck a fat bitch in the mouth, say
Fuck everybody on the dance floor
If you want a little Faygo and you want it fast, say
Fuck everybody on the dance floor
If you like feeling up on your homeboy's ass. say
Oh, uh, shit


These killas don't dance, we boogy
We boogy woogy woo, that's all we do
See ya, see ya, see ya
I'm back, I'm back, I'm back, I'm back
Dark Lotus theme for your colon
Only team you on, Sunday bowling
(yloH si htxiS ehT)
Play that backwards for secret info
Hold up a minute, damn, couldn't wait man
All done, now if only I could choke someone
Redrum, I root for stalkers, slap old ladies up off their walkers
Take my hand little bitch, come along, it ain't that far
Welcome to the Bizzar


(Chorus x2)
Anybody here? Everybody here
We got to kill. Psycho right here
Anybody care? Don't nobody care
Jokers, Jokers, Jokers, Jokers
Anybody here? Everybody here
We got to kill. Psycho right here
Anybody care? Don't nobody care
What? What! What? What! What? What!
3.

Cherry Pie (I Need A Freak)

(Bizzar)

"You learn fast"
"I'm no cherry honey"
"It's just that you're so damn big"
"Well you should have known, you fucking nympho bitch"
"Please be gentle, ooh you bastard, ohh you prick"


I need a bitch, a special bitch
I need a bitch, who pussy poppin booty switch
I need a bitch, fellatio, on the freeway with my pedal to the floor
I need a bitch, like cherry pie, I need a bitch like Bushwig Bill needs an eye
I need a bitch, an alcoholic, I need a bitch puking bend over my toilet
A bitchy bitch, bitch about nothing, I need a bitch to jizm in her belly button
I need a bitch, a prostitute, she fucks my homies, and we can split the loot
I need my cherry pie


(Chorus)
Baby, I want you, baby, I want my cherry pie
Baby, I want you, baby, I need my cherry pie
Baby, I want you, baby, give me my cherry pie
Baby, I want you, baby, my cherry, cherry pie


I need a bitch, what kind of bitch?
A bitch fresh out the pan, fresh out the pan
I need a bitch like Harlem Williams needs a chin (Uh oh)
I need a bitch, a mental case
She catch me cheating, shoot us both in the face (Bang bang)
I need a hoe, who can use me for my money (Ching ching)
I need a bitch, like Chris Candedo's baby Sunny (Whoo whoo)
I need a freak, (need a freak), like cherry pie (like cherry pie)
Like cookie cream, lemon ch-ch-cherry pie
I need a woman, to let me hit it
In the bushes raw at the herpe clinic (What?)
I need a bitch, (need a bitch), who like to fight (who like to fight)
And get her nose ring ripped out like everynight (Oww bitch!)
I need my cherry pie


(Chorus)
Baby, I want you, baby, I want my cherry pie
Baby, I want you, baby, I need my cherry pie
Baby, I want you, baby, give me my cherry pie
Baby, I want you, baby, my cherry, cherry pie


I need a bitch, in a cheap hotel
So I don't know which one to blame for the smell
I need a bitch, that doesn't care
She likes to finger fuck her booty in the mirror
My cherry pie, my cherry pie
My cherry pie, my cherry pie
My cherry pie with loving jello cherry pie, ch-cherry pie
I need a bitch, hurricarana
A bitch who suck on dick like Eminem's momma
I need a bitch, (bitch), I need a slut, (slut)
I need a bitch who like bananas in her butt
I need a bitch, (I need a bitch)
Now more than ever, (now more than ever)
I need a bitch who gots a head that I can severe
I need my cherry pie
Baby, I want you, baby, I want my cherry pie,
Baby, I want you, baby, I need my cherry pie,
Baby, I want you, baby, give me my cherry pie,
Baby, I want you, baby, my cherry, cherry pie,


"For a cocksmen, you rate for the best"
"Ha, coming from you, that's a hell of a compliment right now"
"I hate to see you go"
"Who's leaving?"
"You dumb bitch"


(Chorus x2)
Baby, I want you, baby, I want my cherry pie
Baby, I want you, baby, I need my cherry pie
Baby, I want you, baby, give me my cherry pie
Baby, I want you, baby, my cherry, cherry pie

Questions

(Bizzar)

Why?
Why do these questions come to mind?
When the answers just so far away
The question I ask myself everyday


Why, everytime I reach for the sky
I can only reach so high, why?
Why, everytime I headbutt a brick wall
I always crack my skull, why?
Why, everytime I stab somebody
I always get my clothes bloody, why?
Why, everytime I drive down the wrong side of the street
Everybody wanna beep?
Why, everytime I'm broke and I sell rock
I wind up in a cell block, why?
Why, everytime I shoot somebody in the face
Pigs give chase, why?
Why, everytime I drink a little gasoline
I shit my spleen, why?
Why, everytime I try to fly like a birdy
I wind-up on a gurney, dead
Tell me why


(Chorus)
Won't you tell me why, someone tell me why
Jesus tell me why, I must find out why
Won't you tell me why, someone tell me why
Jesus tell me why, I must find out why


Why, everytime I swallow a flat-head nail
My neck feels stale, why?
Why, everytime I contact dark spirits
They wanna break my mirrors, why?
Why, everytime I choke a friend's neck
He don't come back, why?
Why, everytime I stab my eyes with an ice pick
I can't see shit, why?
Why, everytime I play chicken with a train
It wins the game, why?
Why, everytime I wake the dead up
They try to eat my head up, why?
Why, everytime I see my reflection
I see no direction, why?
Why, everytime I order a taco
You want a bite, motherfacko
Tell me why


(Chorus)
Won't you tell me why, someone tell me why,
Jesus tell me why, I must find out why.
Won't you tell me why, someone tell me why,
Jesus tell me why, I must find out why.


I admit I can't explain them (My wisdom?)
I admit I can't explain them, I can't explain them
I admit I can't explain them (My questions)
I admit I can't explain them, I can't explain them
I admit I can't explain them (My wisdom?)
I admit I can't explain them, can't explain them
I admit I can't explain them, (My questions)
I admit I can't explain them, I can't explain them


Why, everytime I raise my arms in celebration
Player hation, why?
Why, just because I'm dead, decayed and past
You give me no ass, why?
Why, everytime I chew on thumbtacks
I get blood on my snacks, why?
Why, everytime I kick Faygos in the sky, you wanna know why?
Why, everytime an angel wanna kiss me
It always says it'll miss me, why?
Why does Shangra-la seem so far away
You better leave today
It don't matter why!


(Chorus)
Won't you tell me why
Don't matter why, someone tell me why
Jesus tell me why
Don't matter why. I must find out why
Won't you tell me why
Don't matter why, someone tell me why
Jesus tell me why
Don't fucking matter?)I must find out why


Tell me, (you tell me)
Tell me, (have to tell me)
Tell me, (you will tell me)
Tell me
Let me ask you why

mr.happy

Rub baby oil on your buttcheeks
And slide on the counter
Boys and girls, everybody gather around, all in together now
Wheeeeee!
I love you
I love you, (dance with me, dance with me)
I love you (shake ya little butt, shake ya butt, come on)
I love you.
I must kill you, must kill you, must kill you, must kill you


I'm kind of fat and I sweat alot
But that's the only bad quicky things I got
That, and maybe the whole murdering aspect
But we ain't even really got to that yet
I love people, (yes)
I love everything about them
And that's why I gotta live life without them (huh?)
I know it don't make any sense to you, but fuck you, this song is about me, exclusively.
Murder, Murderous, Murderation, A murdering mentality without an explination.
I'm Mr. Happy and I ride a bike (ching!)
I aint got a seat, I just sit on the pipe thing.
I'll whistle, I sing, I'll pet your poodle (Come here)
I'll twist and squeeze your neck like a wet noodle.
Cause I'm so happy I'll stab your ass, and lay down next to you dead on the grass,
And say: "Oh it feels so good, every time I murder I get happy!!"


Happy happy happy, it's gone,
Happy happy happy, it's gone,
Happy happy happy, it's gone,
Happy happy happy, it's gone,


Murder murder murder, you are,
Murder murder murder, you are,
Murder murder murder, you are,
Murder murder murder, you are,


I love you, so hand me your neck, (come on)
Let me teach you about love and respect,
Respect the fact that I love to kill
Wait a minute ya'll I gotta take my pill
Zanoff's, it works, I'm down to only 3 people a day
My victims, I give them love and care
I don't wanna get blood everywhere
I don't use a chainsaw, or a butcher knife, that's so 90's, get it right
I never mutilate or chop my loves, all I really need is a pair of gloves
Or maybe a car, I'll run them down with it
I know that can be messy, but the birds will get it
Don't you see that I love you idiots?
I'm Mr. Happy, I'm all about fun
Now get in the pit and try to kill someone


"Oh it feels so good, every time I murder I get happy!!"


Happy happy happy, it's gone, (I love you)
Happy happy happy, it's gone, (I love you)
Happy happy happy, it's gone, (I love you)
Happy happy happy, it's gone, (I love you)


Murder murder murder, you are, (Must kill you)
Murder murder murder, you are, (Must kill you)
Murder murder murder, you are, (Must kill you)
Murder murder murder, you are, (Must kill you)


My bike has a basket full of strawberries, I picked them myself
Along with apples and cherries and lemons and oranges and boogers and limes
Plus there's a Faygo in there, but that's mine
Red flowers, like after your dead
I plant seeds and grow them out the side of your head
I got flowers all over the backyard, in the form of a Jokers Card (uh-oh)
Feels good, I'm like the Choko of my neighborhood,
I'm one of them midnight creeps at Denny's, talking to myself and licking my pennies
I got a french fry hanging out of my beard
"Dont't go near that guy, he's wierd."
You know I'm all good and everythings all right,
When you hear this scream in the middle of the night, like this:
"Oh it feels so good, everytime I murder I get happy!!"


Happy happy happy, it's gone, (I love you)
Happy happy happy, it's gone, (I love you)
Happy happy happy, it's gone, (I love you)
Happy happy happy, it's gone, (I love you)


Murder murder murder, you are, (Must kill you)
Murder murder murder, you are, (Must kill you)
Murder murder murder, you are, (Must kill you)
Murder murder murder, you are, (Must kill you)
I'll fucking kill you, Wooo! Come here you little bitch!
Come on! Everybody, let me cut your neck in half,


Happy happy happy, it's gone, (I love you)
Happy happy happy, it's gone, (I love you)
Happy happy happy, it's gone, (I love you)
Happy happy happy, it's gone, (I love you)


Murder murder murder, you are, (Must kill you)
Murder murder murder, you are, (Must kill you)
Murder murder murder, you are, (Must kill you)
Murder murder murder, you are, (Must kill you)
You little bitch!

Occasionally, the overwhelming temptation to reach the pinnacle of the pop music genre, will reduce even the most deplorable examples of the underground music scene to attempt to change their so-called artistic endevors, in a vain attempt to appeal to the public at large. Behold, the metamorphisis:


Uh, fuck platinum, platinum just ain't enough
We need more money, more house, and cars and stuff
I'm sick of juggalos, I want them other hoes, I want them shitty hoes
You get with radio and videos, we'll do whatever it takes to get some air play
We'll make that bounce shit, triple our sales and pay
Yeah, come on Shaggy.
What?
Follow my lead
Let's go
It's time we change our shit up to get what we need
Come on


Uh, radio play!
Yo! Yo! Come on and ride me, ride me,
Pull! Pull!! Come on and hide me, hide me,
Cat black I'm gonna grow one, gold one,
Club Cat You want them old ones, old ones,
Black, black
Love me, I'm on the radio, radio,
Cut, cut, We gonna throw it away, throw it away,
Give up, Give us the radio play, radio play,


What? Hey! What? What? What? Hey! What? What? What? Hey!
What? Hey! What? What? What? Hey! What? What? What? Hey!


The pathetic attempts never ceits.
The moronic musical onslaught contiues to insult the intelligence of the savy consumer.
How much more can an audience be asked to endure?


Didn't work, ah fuck, what happend?
They always told us that we sucked at rapping
Well I don't know how to play a guitar
I'll play the skin flute to be a radio star
I'm sick of keeping it real, and underground
I want the ten millions fans sellout radio sound
Even though we'll be played next summer
Show me a radio dick, and I'll show you a hummer
Here we go, oh my god


Joey fell in love with a college girl
She had a backpack and a pony tail
She said her name was Lisa but I do not know
She drinks disco lemonade and cherry jello
I can put my Buddy Holly glasses on
I can even sing one of these faggot songs
I can play in checkered pants and never smile
Whatever's cool for your radio stars
Tommy fell in love with a college...


The borish, bumbeling buffons are baffeld in their journey through the music business.
Each sonnet is more rediculous than the last.
Their strides towards musical success are little more than a stumble into complete failure.


That was bullshit
What the fuck?
You think of something
I'm sitting here trying to write hits, your doing nothing
You wrote the crump shit, but did it work?
No.
It flopped on it's ass
At least I tried though
Alright, ain't no need to be fighting with each other
We need to start talking about relationships and lovers.
Why?
Can you sing?
No.
Niether can I.
If we're gonna be radio stars, we atleast gotta try.


Remix, uh, remix, Clownboy, uh, feel me, touch me
Clownboy, remix, uh
Girl, I gotta let you know, on radio
I wanna lick you from head to toe
Girl, your perfume, it's smelling so sweet
I wanna make love, between the sheets
Girl, play my song, when I'm on the phone long
I'm a radio man, and I know that I can't sing, yes I can
Give me one more chance, and I'll make you dance
Girl, we make radio songs, for radio fans, we can't go wrong (4x)
Girl, so you fucked my boy, I don't give a fuck


After years of endless attempts, ICP received almost no radio play.
Finally, the two dim witted idiots decided to stay with the wicked shit for life.

My Axe

(Bizzar)

I love my Faygo
I love pills, Shaggy,
I love my buddies, my hatchetman but I love my axe


My axe is my buddy, I bring him when I walk
Me and my axe will leave your head outlined in chalk
My axe is my buddy, he always makes me laugh
Me and my axe cut biggots spinal cords in half
My axe is my buddy, and when I wind him back
Me and my axe will give your forehead a buttcrack
My axe is my buddy, I never leave without him
Me and my axe will leave your neck a bloody fountain


Everybody, everybody, everybody run
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun, (everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop, (everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop
Everybody, everybody, everybody run
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun, (everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop, (everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop


My axe is my buddy, we right planets wrongs
Me and my axe leave biggots deads on richies lawns
My axe is my buddy, he never make me cry
Me and my axe will leave a bivot for your eye


My axe is my buddy, don't take him for a chump
Me and my axe will leave you hopping on a stump


Everybody, everybody, everybody run
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun, (everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop, (everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop
Everybody, everybody, everybody run
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun, (everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop, (everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop


Look into the deadest tree
Tell me baby what you see?
Dont't you hear the branches cry?
Asking for the reasons why?
If they hang so many men
From the branches off of them
Why did humans make them play
With them in their evil way
Look into the moon's beam
Can you fathom what it's seen?
Bodies dragging from a truck
Driven by a biggot fuck
Why you think that heavens cry
Acid rain and blizzard sky
Ain't no covering tracks
And thats why I'm here, and oh yes..
My axe is my buddy, he'll thump into your head
Me and my axe will make your white pony's red
My axe is my buddy, you let that ditzy wave
Me and my axe will fuck your mother on your grave
(oh oh oh oh....) (Tylenol, tylenol, tylenol...)
My axe is my buddy, we both cry with the trees
Me and my axe will bring the devil to his knees


Everybody, everybody, everybody run,
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun, (everybody dies)
Swing swing, chop chop chop, (everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop,
Everybody, everybody, everybody run,
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun, (everybody dies)
Sw-ii-ing , chop chop chop, (everybody dies)
Swiiiiii-ing, chop chop chop,
Everybody, everybody, everybody run,
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun, (everybody dies)
Swing-a-ling ling , chop chop chop, (everybody dies)
Swi-ii-ing, chop chop chop,
Everybody, everybody, everybody run,
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun, (everybody dies)
Swing-a-ling ling , chop chop chop, (everybody dies)
Swing-a-ling ling , chop chop chop

If

(Bizzar)

In order for one to metamorphises from ones inner-self being projected out into the astral plane, and to rematerialize into an inanimate object, or another living organism for that matter, is entirely and absolutley an impossible. However,


If I was your TV, I'd be like, "look at me"
If I was a shooting star, I'd be like "Shhh...ping!"
If I was a fat bitche's thong, I'd be like "Hell naw!"
If I was a hottie's thong, I'd be like "Awwww"
If I was a cuss word, I'd just be like "Fuck"
If I was a rock on the moon, I'd be chilling like "Sup?"
If I was a butthole, I'd just be an exit
If I was the D.O.C, I'd be like "Man, this is bullshit"
If I was your tires on your car, I'd be like "Yeeerrrrrr!"
If I was the bumper on your car, I'd be like "Ow fuck!"
If I was a ballon, I'd be like "Pap!! Psshh..."
If I was Alyssa Milano, I'd be fuckin Joe Bruce
If I was a radio DJ, I'd probably say "The Point, 103"
If I was a richy ass bitch, I'd be like "Um, okay"
If I was Spin magizine, I'd put a mirror on the cover, and be like "Fuck us, and all our readers, even this motherfucker"
If I was your mental stress, I'd be catching up
If I was your headaches, everynow and then I'd be like "Thuuuuump"
And if I was your tounge, I'd be hating your teeth, I'd be like "Oww! Why you alway bite me, everytime we try to eat?"
If I was a chair, I'd be like "Sit here"
And if I was Kid Rock, I'd cut my feathered wolf hair
If I was your muffler, I'd be like "Shh, quietly"
And if I was a price tag, I'd be like, "You ain't buyin me"
If I was a fresh DJ, I'd be like ......
If I was Jam Master J, I'd be like .....
If I was a cheap clock radio, I'd be like "Ffffff (tune that mother fucker in)
If I was Berry White, I'd be like "What up ya'll?"
If I was a nipple in the cold, I'd be like (Boing)
If I was your dead uncle, I'd be like.....
If I was a raindrop, I'd just be like ....
And if I had an axe and your neck, I might say "Chop!"


If I was, if I was, but I'll never be
If I was, if I was, but I'll never be
If I was, if I was, but I'll never be
If I was, if I was, but I'll never be
If I was, if I was, but you're killing me
If I was, if I was, but you're killing me
If I was, if I was, but I'll never be
If I was, if I was, but I'll never be


If I was a Faygo at one of our shows
I'd fly through the air, into an ocean of juggalos
If I was Andre the Giant, "This is how I'd be like"
If I was Father MC, I'd be like "Now, what happend?"
If I was a mirror, I'd find another mirror, and look each other dead in the face, crystal clear
If I was a slider, I'd slide out your butt, I'd be floatin in your toilet, looking at you like "whut?"
If I was a pilot, I'd be like "Traffic control"
If I was John Denver, I'd be like "Nooooo!"
If I was a switch, I'd be like "Flick me"
If I was a london cop car, I'd be like "Weee Wooo Weee Wooo"
If I was Chewbacca, I'd get me a fresh ass fade
If I was Vanilla Ice, I'd be like "Fuck ya'll, I'm still paid"
If I was a stop sign, I'd just be like "Stop"
If I was your wooden leg, I'd still be given you the hip hop


If I was, if I was, but I'll never be
If I was, if I was, but I'll never be
If I was, if I was, but I'll never be
If I was, if I was, but I'll never be
If I was, if I was, but you're killing me
If I was, if I was, but you're killing me
If I was, if I was, but I'll never be
If I was, if I was, but I'll never be

Let's Go All The Way

(Bizzar)

Ain't nobody jealous, everybody has they own
Nobody locked up, everybody, everybody is free to roam
Look at that scrubby, just chillin', with a hottie on his side
Look at them rich kids, poor kids, everybody together on the same side
And they down to ride


Let's go all the way, Let's go all the way
Let's go all the way, Let's go all the way
Let's go all the way....


Ain't nobody left out, everybody gets to go
It can never be too crowded, come on, we still picking up some more
Don't nobody hate you, player hate you
There ain't no hate at all
Got a million hands and they'll catch you, they'll catch you
Cause they never will let you fall, you ain't gotta worry all of ya'll


Let's go all the way, Let's go all the way
Let's go all the way, Let's go all the way
Let's go all the way....


Never no sickness, no sickness, nobody has to die
Everything's censored, but pinheads there never have to wonder why
Won't nobody rush you, nope, be what you want to be
Can you guess what this face is?
Your future, make it a reality
All you have to do is follow me


Let's go all the way, Let's go all the way
Let's go all the way, Let's go all the way
Let's go all the way....


Let's go all the way, Let's go all the way
Let's go all the way, Let's go all the way
Let's go all the way....

Let A Killa

(Bizzar)

I'm sick of this bullshit
All these bitches thinking they the fucking whip, just cause they got a neden
Fuck your neden bitch
That's right, and don't call me sexiest, cause I ain't sexist, I'm the sexiest
But I ain't sexist
If I'm sexist, then I'm the sexiest sexist, bitch
Call me sexy sex
Sexy sexist


I see you hoes on TV, glamerous models, super celebrities
Rolls Royce, fine wines and class
You need to come down to the hood and let me spank that ass
I want a famous hoe, a bitch on top with some helly bank roll
I been chasing the girl from "Letters To Cleo", but she broke her knee-o
Mariah Carey, me in, forget it, if ODB hit it, I can't fuck with it
Nothing against Ol Dirty or nothing, but he's at least gotta have herpes or something
I wouldn't mind fucking Britney Spears, in a cheap hotel with ceiling mirrors
With that bitch in a couple of weeks, I'd have her hooked on crack rock, working the streets
All those hoes fantasize about juggalo scrubs in between they thighs
But they too scared to let it be, so instead they fuck Ricky Martin
And pretend it's me....don't you hoe?


(Chorus)
Let a killa fuck you, let a killa fuck you
Let a killa fuck you right,
Let a killa fuck you, let a killa fuck you
Never come back in the night
Let a killa fuck you, let a killa fuck you
Let a killa fuck you right,
Let a killa fuck you, let a killa fuck you
Never come back in the night


Huh, lets see, where to begin?
Knock knock, who's there? A ball sack for your chin
I be fucking them business hoes, at job
From the interns up to the president's wife
They surely ain't famous but I still put them in the buck
Leave the glitzy glamour to J, I don't give a fuck
But Clyde walked in, his jaw dropped down
Act like he ain't never seen the butt-cheeks of a clown
I had the secretary on top of the desk
Asshole naked, I was in the cigar chest
Smoking up Cuban blunts with the janitor
Fucked all them hoes at job, ask my manager (Yep)
Business woman in executive halls
Let ya head down and tongue slap my balls
Some of them bitches are a little bit old
Dusty ass neden with a loopy fold
Like this one chick I fucked in the dark
Had the bitch moaning like a happy ass retard
We finished, turn on the lights on, it was pourin
Oh shit! What? Sharon Osbourn!


(Chorus)
Let a killa fuck you, let a killa fuck you
Let a killa fuck you right,
Let a killa fuck you, let a killa fuck you
Never come back in the night
Let a killa fuck you, let a killa fuck you
Let a killa fuck you right,
Let a killa fuck you, let a killa fuck you
Never come back in the night


I wanna fuck Carmen Electra
Cause she'll fuck anybody first day she met ya
But as soon as you fall off the map
She on to the next guy like "Sup?.....baby"
Let me fuck a famous hoe, one night
I'll post a video up on our web site
Me and Shaggy might sit with the stars
But my boys are out back, breaking into your cars
Dumb hoes, quit fucking them richies
With silky shirts on and turtle neck dickies
Frenchies, straight out the hair salon
With a faggot ass name like Jean
We the ones from the other side
Yelling "Clown Love Bitch" out the ghetto ride
I won't take you on any expensive trips
But I'll part your neden lips
You wanna ride with them, or us?
Jaguar with Ken or a Sempter bus
Fuck you then, we don't need you hoes
ICP forever with the juggalos


(Chorus)
Let a killa fuck you, let a killa fuck you
Let a killa fuck you right,
Let a killa fuck you, let a killa fuck you
Never come back in the night....


I'm sick of this bullshit
Thats right, you need to stay on TV, cause this is my reality
Well I'm even sick of these hotties, in the real world, like at the beach
I see you at the beach, bitch, wearing your thong bikinni
You're one of them beach bitches, you one of them beaches at the bitch..you...uh....
You're a bitch at the beach, and I'm sick of that shit!
Because the bottom line is this, I'm gonna go to the motherfucking bitch, with my motherfucking speedos on
And I'm gonna walk up and down the beach like "Sup bitch?"
Ha ha ha...bitch....
Oohh, you're gonna have fun.....

Juggalo Paradise

(Bizzar)

I'm sweating again, I always do,
I should probably take another pill or two
In the mirror, I see the face of Frankenstien
And that face is mine
I go to work at Subway, slicing ham (chop chop)
Cut my finger off again (Arghhh damn!)
I walk home, trying to dodge and hide from thugs
They like to beat on scrubs
I go through this all the time though, I call,
"J, where the fuck you at?"
"The mall,"
"Did you get your ass stomped again?"
"No!....yes..ha ha....so?
Nobody sees what I see, do they?
They just cast me aside, put me away
No friends, no style, no place to go,
Til I went juggalo!


It's all in you (everybody!)
It's all for you (hey hey!)
It's all in you (come on!)
It's all thats left to do,
Thats why it's all in you (Juggalos!)
It's all for you
It's all in you
It's all thats left to do,
That's why it's all in you (Juggalos!)


Look at me now man, brain dead
I could de-rail a fucking train with my forehead
I now live by the Carnival dominion
So motherfuck your opinion
I'm a looney path
I kill pedestrians, families, neighbors, best of friends, anybody
And if I don't kill them, I keep them in my basement and drill them dead
Just kidding, all I really did is unlock the forbiden
I just let my fucking mind unwind
I don't care what you think, you don't inner-twine
Fuck the world, fuck everybody in it
Even the Sneaker Pimps girl, I'd fuck her in a minute
You can live to impress and dress fresh bitch
I don't care, fuck everybody out there!


Rydas, loonies, stalkers, fat mans, gangstas, nymphos, crackheads, assholes


I smoke peace pipes with indian war chiefs
I steal jewels with chinese ninja theives
I dress well like yuppies and crush walls
I throw giant icebergs like snowballs
I surf tidal waves, drink molten rock
I'll put a fucking tornado in a headlock
I'll go to Italy and straighten that tower
Whatever the fuck I want, with the juggalo's power


It's all in you (Juggalos!)
It's all for you (come on!)
It's all in you (hey hey hey)
It's all thats left to do,
Thats why it's all in you (hey hey)
It's all for you (come on!)
It's all in you (hey)
It's all thats left to do thats why it's all in you
Psychos, ex-convicts, cleptos, whinos, lions, stranglas


Here I go again, another day
Dealing with these motherfucking idiots at Subway
It's ok, cause now I see behind it and I keep myself reminded
None of these 9 to 5 robet puppets that I see are any better than me
Mother Fucka!
They just struggaling, in the world they choose
I'm waiting on the wagons, with my juggalos

Crystal Ball

(Bizzar)

Insane Clown Posse
Twiztid
Dark Lotus Family
It's Our World
Look in my crystal ball it's alright
Welcome, my curious sisters and brothers
First, put a twenty in the jar with the others
(That's right take a seat)
Ain't no smoking in here
I need to keep my ball clear
There's spirits in there
(What's your future, someone gonna shoot ya?)
Will you get your girlfriend back, as if I know that
I can only tell you where your soul is headed
And will remain eternaly embedded, the rest forget it
Life is nothing but a test to clear
Did you have a heart while you where here
And was it sincere?
Your still unraveling your future right now
What kinda person are ya bro, oh, where there you go
You control your own muthafucking destiny
I ain't letting the devil get the best of me
(I'm gonna make it into Shangri-La) golden walls
What's up with you?
Check your own crystal balls
Look in my crystal ball it's alright
Layback, evolve, and I'll be alright


Look in in my crystal ball I'm seeing thugs
Both catching and firing slugs (paper for drugs)
I see a line waiting on block cheese a mile long
All trying to be strong
(It's the same old song)
But when I'm looking into everybodys faces (smiles)
Their souls are headed other places
And they ain't worried about paying them dues down here
(Because they motherfucking future is crystal clear)
The focus switches to you, and it ain't good
All mad cause someone rolls up out the neighborhood
Check yourself if judgement was passed,
Yo, you be in hell (right up in the asshole)
The hating will get ya if ya let it, pack your speedo's
I hear it's hot where you're headed
I'm trying to tell ya now (when the Grim Reaper calls)
You don't wanna be assed out gripping your crystal balls


Look in my crystal ball it's alright
Lay back, evolve, and I'll be alright
Look in my crystal ball it's alright
Lay back, evolve, and I'll be alright


Look into my crystal ball it's all black
And everybodys frozen in time front to back
They're controlled by the matrix of mind, body, and soul
And I'm branded by the system a carnival freek show
I see the fame analyize cause nothing is the skys
It's the same as seeing the death in the demon's eyes
I'm high in my sights, from the truth of my crystal ball
Believe me when I say we coming for all of y'all
Look deep into my crystal ball
See the dead smoking on trees, and drinking alchohol
Underneath the street beneath the concrete
If you listen to the night you can hear my heart beat
All painted up carrying an axe and shit
Juggalo love got each other's backs and shit
Incased in glass for the whole world to see
Am I inside, or is the crystal ball inside of me


Look in my crystal ball it's alright (x8)
Lay back, evolve, and I'll be alright
(fades out)
Rain comes down (Look in my crystal ball it's alright)
Repeats until song ends


Bizzar