Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Under The Big Top, artist - Insane Clown Posse. Album song Psychopathics from Outer Space Part 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.12.2003
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
Under The Big Top |
I’m Violent J, Papa Killjoy, I can’t be fixed |
I’m a crooked ass clown with some filthy tricks |
I killed hot bitches out there but I grow weed plants |
So every time I hit the blunt |
It’s like I’m hitting that ass |
And I’m Shaggy, throwing heads in the air by the hair |
I bounce them off my heals while people cough they meals |
I kick heads like soccor balls and do tricks with them |
I get hotter than a globetrotter, twirling and spinning |
[Violent J |
I sick with it with a sword, I can balance and stand on it |
Killed many men, one swing in the end |
I’m so quick you won’t see shit but the guy’s eyes wiggling |
And me in the Bruce Lee stance giggling |
I rob liquor stores at night when the workers are tired |
I run up in that bitch swinging chainsaws on fire |
And I can balance on a ball while juggling all your limbs |
While rest of you is chained up in a chair watching him |
Under the big top |
We have so many tricks to show you (Come down) |
So many freak shows to go to (Come down) |
So many eyeballs to throw |
Your soul you’re quick to drop |
Under the big top |
This wicked shit we flow to (Come down) |
So many dead souls we go through (Come down) |
Inside Hell’s Pit they throw you |
Let the fire get to know you |
Violent J is a man that can end your life |
And then wear your slippers and fuck your wife |
You get a pie in the face, a fucking pie in the face |
Then you get cut up and sent to your momma in a suitcase |
Bitch I’m Shaggy clear outta my squares |
I ride a bike backwards in my underwears |
I tell human stories to ghosts and I dead the awake |
Plus I’m trapped in the other side of the mirror I think |
Twenty five chairs stacked up, I’m on the top |
Fucking balancing on my head, I’m about to drop |
And I’m holding up a bear on my foot that juggaling |
All six in the mix, will this be the end? |
This will the end of my dick all up in another bitches ass |
Wicked clowns will make the wicked shit last |
And I kick a dick’s ass trying to stop the shit |
Icepick to your temple than pop your shit |
Under the Big Top |
I’m Violent J’s a juggla, pillow faced smuggla |
You recognize my voice? |
I’m in a ski mask mugging ya |
I can walk on stilts 900 feet high |
And than drop a dart down straight into your eye |
Well I’m Shaggy Shaggs, I went from rags to rags |
And I’ve received many meals out your garbage bags |
I can do backflips all the way up a wall |
Swinging an axe, that was the last thing that you saw |
I can slit your throat from across the room |
Throwing a Joker’s Card under the light of the moon |
And then I hook my feet onto your swinging ceiling fan |
With two swords and yell for everybody else to come in |
You can split me in the middle or saw straight down |
You have two one legged halves of me jumping around |
You can cut them in half, you have four of us fuckers |
My limbs all crawling and attacking like brothers |
Under the big top |