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Insane Clown Posse Ringmaster My Fun House Rich boy's in trouble Car broke down on a drive through the ghetto All the weird people, you gotta get the fuck out Need to use the phone, step into my funhouse Hey yo, dope, looks like we got another He'd like to go for a ride on the neck cutter Straight to the cart for the next spectacular Just to know, it's a dead body sittin next to ya Get ready for the carnival thrills Should of cut your little faggot ass in the hills Boom! through the door into the room, you gotta check it out It's where we cut your fingers off and stick em in your mouth That should show you that you greedy little rich fuck If you're bucking with the juggla you're a dead duck Eight fingers in your mouth and two sticking out your nose Further down the hall, the room with jokeros That's where you get by seventeen wicked clowns For the seventeen dead bodies never found And they jump on your back until your ribs crack Toss you in the cart and push you down the deli tracks Spinning and twisting, rolling and bumping The dead fuck next to ya is trying to tell ya somethin Listen close, you can barely make it out "Bitch, you ain't shit in my electric funhouse" "Help me, I'm trapped in here. Somebody let me out. Oh my god!!! Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!" Come here, rich boy My head is spinning 360 degrees Richie richie richie Come here Bitch, fuck you, yeah, know what I'm saying Wicked clowns running the funhouse Ain't no way to get out until the killer gets your neck cut like a man Pick a card, any card, any motherfucking card ......A joker's card Sorry, bitch, the luck of the draw Violent J's gonna have to ice your jaw Snap, bang, snip, boom Send that motherfucker off to the next room Crash through the doors on the windy spinny trail Through a loop-de-loop and into a big nail Straight through his left eye and out the back of his head Is he dead? No, cause he has to go to the next phase It's the room of giggles because of your ways You like to sit and laugh at people when they suffer Well, now you sit and watch me laugh when I stick your mother It's the funhouse, bitch, everything's funny You act like whipping on your ass ain't funny And the ride of your life only gets faster Off to the R-r-r-ringmaster I take my bobo gun and blow your fuckin mouth in Eh, yo, the next room, it's called the chicken pen And it's a little tribute to the bigots of the south We take a dead chicken shove it in your mouth And we stuff it down your throat with a pitchfork Cuz you're a big gut, that's what you get for it Now I take your sorry ass and I throw you out Cuz I don't need your dead body stinkin up my funhouse Funhouse, stinkin up my funhaugh! I got him, I got him, I got him Right here, I got him Oh, he got away Come on, that way, get him Little baby's peeing his pants Come here little boy I got some candy Mommy ain't gonna help ya know, you little bitch Yeah, rich-ass, snitch-ass, bitch-ass ho You get your motherfucking next chopped in Violent J's Fun House So don't fuck with the wicked clowns, you punk-ass bitch Come here, little boy I have some candy for ya I crack your head in a DLT Little boy, come out come out Wherever you are You're father's so funny Look at the blood I liked him I like it This little kiddy's getting his necked chopped off tonight Oh, come here Little richie, come here Your mommy says for you to come with me You're so scared Why you shaking, little boy? What's the matter, huh? Awww, little richie's scared Look at the blood Awww, he's crying BITCH!!! |
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