 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
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