| Ohhhhhhhhhh!
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| Hey yo, check it out man
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| ICP’s back in the haugh man
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| Violent J, man
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| 2 Dope, man
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| Wicked clown, man
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| Fuck yeah, man
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| Hey, quick, hurry up, bang
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| Open your mouth cuz here comes my wang
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| I’m Violent J, the southwest skitso
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| Born in a big top, magical mijisto
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| Dead body disco, rapping to the hoochies
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| Dirty old fat hoes come up with a smoochie
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| Hoochie coochie la la la la
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| I might pull your tongue out your mouth
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| And try to hang ya
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| It’s a full moon and the riddle’s are calling
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| Three more cards and the sky’s will be falling
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| But don’t take it from me, I’m just a clown
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| Wicked clown, wicked town, juggalugalocolicky
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| Down and out till my nuts start singing
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| Dancing, hopping, I’m a keep bringing
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| Riddles and tricks and dead body chicks
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| With the swing of my magical wand
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| The show must go on!
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| «Well it all began when I was very young
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| I was feeling so excited about the carnival’s arrival
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| Everyone was jolly and jittery
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| I waited for their wagons until well after dusk
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| That night, while I was sleeping
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| I was awoken by a cold eerie wind
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| Looking out, I seen strange men, cursing and filthy
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| There were clowns setting up the dreary tent»
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| I’m 2 Dope and I sport tight Wranglers
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| Don’t say a word or I’ll kick ya in the neck, bitch
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| Everybody round make way for the clown
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| Been to New York and L.A., I’m southwest down
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| Walked into Del Ray’s almost got my ass kicked
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| Rather just chill in the yard in my casket
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| Call up the hoes, have em swing by the tomb
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| And get a little sticky stank up in this bitch
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| Killer clowns kicked out the circus
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| Used to get live, let the midget lady work this
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| I was a freak show, they called me the Pogo
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| I could make my ball sac bob like a yo-yo
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| Give it up, give it up, southwest looney tune
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| Killed another redneck, found his head in looney doon
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| Gooney boon, booney goon, I can hear the loons
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| In my head as I sing my wicked song
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| The show must go on!
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| «I never been afraid of clown
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| But these clowns were different
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| There was nothing funny about these clowns but then
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| They smiled, they juggled, they laughed
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| But yet something was terribly, terribly wrong
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| I didn’t like these clowns for I could see threw them
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| I knew what they were really like
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| I knew that this carnival that had come to my village
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| Was an evil, evil thing»
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| Come see the show, big top show
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| Walk in and hang with the dead carnival
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| Dead carny carnies, dead juggalos
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| Walk in and hang with the dead carnival
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| You ask do we gangbang, do we bang in a gang
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| Do we bang bang, I’m a gangbanger, man
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| I bang in a gang, man, you can suck my wang, man
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| Richie boy, richie boy, it’s a southwest thang
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| Serial murderer, southwest maniac
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| Slaughterer, lunatic, high school braniac
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| Straight-A school boy, school kid
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| Till I went to school and tried to murder everyone
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| The show must go on!
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| «My neighbors and friends were fools, all of them
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| Totally unaware of the evilness within the clowns
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| Their eyes reflected stairways into hell
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| Their faces painted with blood
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| I ran from the carnival clowns
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| Yet every road and every path
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| Led me right back to the big tent
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| I had no excuse from the strong men,
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| The freak show, and the Ringmaster» |