Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Show Must Go On, artist - Insane Clown Posse. Album song Riddle Box, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.01.1995
Record label: Zomba
Song language: English
The Show Must Go On |
Ohhhhhhhhhh! |
Hey yo, check it out man |
ICP’s back in the haugh man |
Violent J, man |
2 Dope, man |
Wicked clown, man |
Fuck yeah, man |
Hey, quick, hurry up, bang |
Open your mouth cuz here comes my wang |
I’m Violent J, the southwest skitso |
Born in a big top, magical mijisto |
Dead body disco, rapping to the hoochies |
Dirty old fat hoes come up with a smoochie |
Hoochie coochie la la la la |
I might pull your tongue out your mouth |
And try to hang ya |
It’s a full moon and the riddle’s are calling |
Three more cards and the sky’s will be falling |
But don’t take it from me, I’m just a clown |
Wicked clown, wicked town, juggalugalocolicky |
Down and out till my nuts start singing |
Dancing, hopping, I’m a keep bringing |
Riddles and tricks and dead body chicks |
With the swing of my magical wand |
The show must go on! |
«Well it all began when I was very young |
I was feeling so excited about the carnival’s arrival |
Everyone was jolly and jittery |
I waited for their wagons until well after dusk |
That night, while I was sleeping |
I was awoken by a cold eerie wind |
Looking out, I seen strange men, cursing and filthy |
There were clowns setting up the dreary tent» |
I’m 2 Dope and I sport tight Wranglers |
Don’t say a word or I’ll kick ya in the neck, bitch |
Everybody round make way for the clown |
Been to New York and L.A., I’m southwest down |
Walked into Del Ray’s almost got my ass kicked |
Rather just chill in the yard in my casket |
Call up the hoes, have em swing by the tomb |
And get a little sticky stank up in this bitch |
Killer clowns kicked out the circus |
Used to get live, let the midget lady work this |
I was a freak show, they called me the Pogo |
I could make my ball sac bob like a yo-yo |
Give it up, give it up, southwest looney tune |
Killed another redneck, found his head in looney doon |
Gooney boon, booney goon, I can hear the loons |
In my head as I sing my wicked song |
The show must go on! |
«I never been afraid of clown |
But these clowns were different |
There was nothing funny about these clowns but then |
They smiled, they juggled, they laughed |
But yet something was terribly, terribly wrong |
I didn’t like these clowns for I could see threw them |
I knew what they were really like |
I knew that this carnival that had come to my village |
Was an evil, evil thing» |
Come see the show, big top show |
Walk in and hang with the dead carnival |
Dead carny carnies, dead juggalos |
Walk in and hang with the dead carnival |
You ask do we gangbang, do we bang in a gang |
Do we bang bang, I’m a gangbanger, man |
I bang in a gang, man, you can suck my wang, man |
Richie boy, richie boy, it’s a southwest thang |
Serial murderer, southwest maniac |
Slaughterer, lunatic, high school braniac |
Straight-A school boy, school kid |
Till I went to school and tried to murder everyone |
The show must go on! |
«My neighbors and friends were fools, all of them |
Totally unaware of the evilness within the clowns |
Their eyes reflected stairways into hell |
Their faces painted with blood |
I ran from the carnival clowns |
Yet every road and every path |
Led me right back to the big tent |
I had no excuse from the strong men, |
The freak show, and the Ringmaster» |