Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghetto Freak Show, artist - Insane Clown Posse. Album song Carnival Of Carnage, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.10.1992
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
Ghetto Freak Show |
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It’s three o’clock in the morning and you’re sleeping |
Wicked clowns in the moonlight, creeping |
Slide through your window under your bed |
Crawl in through your ear, I’m in your head |
Bumping into bones 'cause I need light |
Tip-toeing down through your windpipe |
Climbing down your spine was the fun part |
Looky looky and I think I see your fucking heart |
Uh huh so I’m stabbing like it ain’t nothing |
Wicked clown cut his way out your belly button |
I’m like a vulture waiting in a dark place |
Swooping down and I’m picking at your dead face |
I’m sick, but you don’t know the whole deal |
No one ever loved me and they never will |
Bitch, I take you out on a blind date |
But then they find you dead under a wooden crate |
Wrapped in a bag deep in the woods |
'Cause my mother always said I was no good |
Locked me in a closet, fed me dog shit |
Well, I’m out now, so, motherfucker, watch it |
The insanity’s grip will never let go |
Here’s your chance to a glimpse of a ghetto freak show |
(I'd rather be dead) Gh-gh-gh-ghetto freak show |
(I'd rather be dead) Ghetto freak show |
(I'd rather be dead) Gh-gh-ghetto freak show |
(I'd rather be dead) Ghetto freak show |
I’m a freak show coming to your house |
Standing at your porch, chewing on a dead mouse |
I’m looking like a fly so you swat me |
Keep chasing me even though you got me |
So what you wanna do to a ghetto thug |
First you starve me and feed me them fuckin' drugs |
Turn me into a wicked, wicked cat |
(Wicked cat, wicked clown, wicked cat, wicked clown) |
I’m coming to your house, so get ya get ya gat |
Gotta have a fucking throat, hatchet once, hatchet twice |
Gotta have the governor, the richer fucker, pay the price |
Driving with your woman, that’s sweet |
Never even know I’m in the back seat |
Chat chit-chat about the weather |
But then I slam they fucking heads together |
Is it jealousy, they never loved me |
So now I’m ripping out your guts, and it’s ugly |
I’m trapped, don’t wanna be a rich man |
Not a poor man, I need my own land |
Because the rich man be stressing all the dumb stuff |
They cut their fucking wrists if the grass ain’t green enough |
Right there in your face, you can’t tag it |
Just found out your son is a faggot |
A dick-sucking, butt-fucking homo, man |
If ya stressing then you better talk to mojo man |
Insanity’s grip will never let go |
Here’s your chance to catch a glimpse of a ghetto freak show |
(I'd rather be dead) Gh-gh-gh-ghetto freak show |
(I'd rather be dead) Ghetto freak show |
(I'd rather be dead) Gh-gh-ghetto freak show |
(I'd rather be dead) Ghetto freak show |
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Ghetto freak show, ghetto freak show |
Ghetto freak show, ghetto freak show |
«Ha ha ha ha ha, Yes, Violent J, the Ghetto Freak Show, is still alive. |
The ultimate amazing fully freak show is here on the Carnival of Carnage. |
Line up and see him. |
Lived years in the slums, and he’s still alive to tell |
about. |
Line up and see him. |
He’s nasty, he’s disgusting. |
He’s filthy. |
He is a freak show, and you can see him live at the Carnival of Carnage. |
You, young man, you look like you could use a viewing of a good freak show. |
Line up. |
Bring your sister, your brother, and see the ghetto freak show. |
Violent J is still alive.» |
«The time has come for the blood to run in the streets paved with gold. |
We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long, and like animals, |
we’d kill each other with the hatement for others. |
We must move into the |
suburbs and punish the rich for their ignorance and the horror of death that is |
a part of our life in our neighborhood, and give them a taste of the same, |
and when we kill the government’s children, and the streets smell of death, |
maybe then we’ll see our situation in a new light and put an end to the chaos |
in the ghetto, and put an end to the killings.» |