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