Insane Clown Posse In The Haughhh!

I’m Violent J

I breath toxic fumes and throw my lungs up

all over your brand new patten-leather penny loafers

You fuck!

I’m 2dope

I got sick ass sewer sludge stuck in my throat

And I live in a big pipe on Sog Island

So stop by and have a bowl of rust, you fucking bitch-ass faggot

Faggot, you bitch ass faggot

I’m in the south-west detroit, Del-ray

In a city, ghetto street-gang

I got people who want me dead

But everytime they run up on me, I get scared

And my skull explodes

All over those motherfuckers

Sometimes I get hungry, man, but it ain’t nothing

But it ain’t nothing in the box but a brick sandwich

So I start hurting that motherfucker

And I chew on that bitch until my jaw breaks

Which don’t fade me, cause I’m a hoodlum

And I don’t exist to you fucks (you fucks)

You green-grass fucks

Fuck me, and I’ll fuck you, fucker

We comin’, motherfucker

We coming to get ya

Coming to get ya

How ya see me is what ya get

How ya see me is what ya get

Carnival of carnage is coming

How ya see me is what ya get

I was snookin’ good in my bed

Woke up to find my brain fell out my head

Stuffed it back in with a screwdriver, I’m that much liver

I can walk on my hands on a tight rope

But then I always fall, and bust my ass.

But it really don’t matter (really don’t matter) (don’t matter) don’t

matter, cause I’m in the haugh

In the haugh, in the haugh

Violent, Violent J’s in the motherfucking haugh

I’m in the haugh, you’s in the haugh

We in the motherfucking what? Haugh!

(With the wiked town, south west gang, wicked joker’s

kill, southwest thrill)

Get off me, dog, I’ll shit face

I mean I ain’t got shit on my face, but ya know

People in the suburbs hate me (why?)

Southwest carnival crazy (hiii)

My mind ain’t nothing but a lemon

But I mean it’s fucking yellow and shit

I don’t know man, fuck off

You can’t fade me, vato, cause I’m in the haugh!

In the haugh, in the haugh

2dope Shaggy’s in the motherfucking haugh

I’m in the haugh, you’s in the haugh

We in the motherfucking what? Haugh!

(With the wiked town, south west gang, wicked joker’s

kill, southwest thrills)

I’m greasy, and I can moonwalk

But I don’t, cause that shit’s so fucking played out

Instead, I just grab this wang, and tell you that I’m in the haugh, bitch!

Parachute pants, and moon boots

Chilling on the corner butt-naked hurting fruit loops

Fuck a hill billy goat

Sitting in the tub, I let my nuts float, cause I’m in the haugh

In the haugh, in the haugh

Granny’s all in the motherfucking haugh

I’m in the haugh, you’s in the haugh

We in the motherfucking what? Haugh!

(With the wiked town, south west gang, wicked joker’s

kill, southwest thrills)

Southwest is in the haugh!

D.C. is in the haugh!

I’m in the haugh, in the haugh, in the haugh

Hamma, hamma, hamma

East dogs in the haugh

Jump steady in the haugh

Hammer in the haugh, too!

Mike Clark in the haughhh!

Mr. T’s in the haugh!

Hamma, hamma

(With the wiked town, south west gang, wicked the joker’s

kill, southwest thrill)

Insane Clown Posse $50 Bucks

[Violent J (Shaggy)]

(Hey yo J)

What’s up player?

(You know they don’t like juggalos over there)

Right

(50 bucks says you don’t get nothin)

Man, let me tell you somethin

Check this out (What up?)

It might sound shady

But I fuck a rich hoe named Grady.

They call her that cause her hair is blue,

She’s one of them rebellious rock chicks too.

Anyway she has a big hoop in her neden,

Rings, chains, needles, pins, and things

Tatoos, it might sound fierce,

But I swear to God the bitch gots her butthole pierced.

She told me she liked it rough, I’m like straight,

First thing she did was punch me in the face,

I’m about to plant one to her jaw,

Before I could she was tounging my balls,

Oooooh whadablah, I dropped my weapon,

Looked down and my nuts was kicksteppin,

We was butt naked all over the floor

It felt weird though cause we was at the Faygo store.

[Chorus]

Momma don’t like this wicked clown

I might come from the dark side of town

When she’s gone and you’re alone again

50 bucks says you’ll let me in

[Shaggy (J)]

(Hey yo Shaggy)

What up player?

(You know they don’t like juggalos over there)

Right

(50 bucks says you don’t get nothing)

Maan, let me tell you somethin.

I’ve done fuck bitches both sides of the border,

Nuthin like Gretta the millionaire’s daughter,

Something like 950-sumthin pounds,

5’8″ tall and she looove clowns.

Bitch had titties like water balloons,

My boys used to swing off ’em like baboons,

She’d buy us chocolates, swiss cheese pie,

And take it, and bake it… completely naked,

An ocean of loopness it ain’t like nuthin,

Just jump anywhere in the mess and start humpin,

Don’t really matter where I stick my dick,

I just reach (yeah), and grab (yeah), and stab (yeah), and jab (yeah),

But that ain’t the reason that I love this hoe,

She used to do a funny little trick with my dick hole:

She’d blow into it and make a wish,

And my nuts would expand like puffer fish.

[Chorus 11x]

Insane Clown Posse Blacken Your Eyes

Filled your head with lead cuz I want you dead…

Girlie girlie bitch tou fucking freaky bitch

I knowing what you think, you think your shit don’t stink

Take you out to dine and dine and wine and dine

I tell you you look fine, then we fuck till I break your spine

Bitchy bitchy hoe, we fucking on the floor

We fucking in the bed then I’ll shoot you in your head

You never make me cry, before that bitch you die

Wicked clown sadistic Sadistic psycholistic

I do like Nate the Mack and club ya in the back

I’m not like other guys I’m quick to blacken your eyes

Tommy son take off your coat I’ll make you feel at home

Then take out my billy club and go upside your dome

Bitchy bitchy hoe, you fucking freaky hoe

You have a can of mace I’ll shoot you in your face

I grab you by the neck and rip that shit out

Don’t think that I’d hit ya but I’d punch and stomp and kick ya

You wouldn’t hit a lad, what bitch! What hoe!

BITCH!!! You told me that you loved me I thought that shit was true

But then you sucked on my boy’s dick until his balls turned blue

Freaky freaky trick, take your fucking pick, suck or fuck or what?

Nasty nasty slut I guess love is the word

You act like you ain’t heard

I’m not like other guys I’m quick to blacken your eyes

Bitchy bitchy hoe, you fucking freaky hoe

I heard you gotta neck

Why, uh, why don’t you let me, uh

Why don’t you uh why don’t you let me break it, bitch?

I think I hurt a hoe a helpless drunken hoe

Someone tell me so do I hear a hoe?

Bitch, get in the car then I’ll take you to the bar

But I took her to the alley, and kicked her with the balley

Stomped her in her face, her chicky chicky face

You took my heart and bit it so I took your lip and split it

You took my life and crushed it I took your head and bust it

I take your leg and break it I take your life and take it

And bitch it’s no surprise I’m not like other guys

Take it, take it, take it cut off your head and bake it

And bitch it’s no surprise I’m quick to blacken your eyes

Tommy son take off your coat I’ll make you feel at home

Take that razor to your throat, I’m from the ghetto zone

Bitchy bitchy hoe, tou fucking freaky hoe…

Insane Clown Posse The Killing Fields

[Violent J]

Laying in my bed, I think of many horror tales

Yet I barely move, my bed is made of nails

I try to roll, my skin slowly tears away

My flesh is stuck to my bed as I begin my day

Walking out the house, this morning, the sky is red

The streets are crowded with the bodies of the living dead

They’re trying to die, they’re leaping off of roof tops

Uh, they only scream in pain as their body flops

I’d rather stay inside my home and only pray to die

But my house is been on fire since like ’85

I can only stand a night of the fatal smoke

But see you never die, you only burn and choke

So I leave out the house and walk the land

Wild pigs run and feed off the dying man

And look around you, there’s bodies hanging from the trees

But they’re not dying, they’re only crying “please”

I hear the thunder in the sky, so I run in hide

The deadly rain may soon come down, you got to get inside

The lunatics see the lightning, they’re screaming, yes

It’s raining blood, the streets are a bloody mess

About once or twice a week though it thunder storms

That’s when giant heavy red and black clouds form

It’s raining blood, livers, and kidneys from the sky

Prepare cuz when you die, you’re coming to the killing fields

“What shall that be? What shall that be? When that fine moment

comes. When the curtains are drawn, the windows are shut, the

doors close, and you’ve written what you’ve written, you said

it, that’s it. What will you look to be? What about it, mister,

when you’ve had your last beer. You laughed at family and

laughed at your little wife. She begged you not to go out to

that bar.”

[Violent J]

As I feed off a dead pig, I’m thinking back

To when I had a heart beat, and how I would act

I would steal from the poor, I’d laugh at the sick

But in the killing fields, you get your fucking neck ripped

So as I walk along, I meet a lot of strange folks

Some people with no eyes, and gashed open throats

And if they notice your eyeballs are working well

They try to dig em out your skull, and go for self

Now in the summertime, it’s like a whole ‘nother realm

Water victims, fire, and oceans overwhelm

To walk outside, the heat will surely cook your brains

Try to run across the street your hair will burst in flames

Victims in a panic run from the heated light

Underneath the city, into the sewer pipes

Into the fire storm this becomes your new land

But there’s no food, so you feed off the other men

And now it’s been seven months, I’m barely fed

I chase a Billy Billy goat with a human’s head

He’s steady screaming “Let me be! Let me be!”

But while I chase him there’s another demon chasing me

All of time moves backwards, I’m growing old

And the clouds are burning fire, and so I’m told

That there’s a lot of living souls such as the rich

That choose to live like a bitch, I’ll see you in the Killing Fields

“You’ve had your big time of lust and sin and filth. What is

the end going to be when you realize that time is up? You’ve

crossed the finish line going in the wrong direction. What

shall it be? What about it, ya man? When you spent your life

in a few years time? You’re burned out shell at 25 years of

age. What shall it be? What about it?

You could go to hell (what shall it be?)

Come, come on down, down (you’re going to the killing fields)

Insane Clown Posse Yours Begins Tonight

I really aint got no wins

Thats all right

I never had nothin to spin playa

Thats still all right

I aint got to many friends

Thats all right

I dont know when a story begins either

Your the man tonight

Be sure you wanna do this

Cause once your down your down

Bitch you can make it through this

Ladies and gentlemen gather around

See a oddity a ramity a human fear

Stragin juggalagin and yet so real

I really aint got no wins

Thats all right

I never had nothin to spin playa

Thats still all right

I aint got to many friends

Thats all right

I dont know when a story begins either

Your the man tonight

Im walking though a battlefield

But i know my shit is tight

Looking for the bullet holes

Each one is beaming light

You gotta be real with it

Get drill with it dont let it disappear

You aint feelin it you cant deal with it

You feel tricked? well

I really aint got no wins

Thats all right

I never had nothin to spin playa

Thats still all right

I aint got to many friends

Thats all right

I dont know when a story begins either

Your the man tonight

Funny thing is some people think we give a fuck

I wouldent give a fuck if a dump truck full of pump bucks

Nope i wouldent give none

Tvidea media and radio

Only reason while i carry a gun

Were here to let you know there is a better place to go

I really aint got no wins

Thats all right

I never had nothin to spin playa

Thats still all right

I aint got to many friends

Thats all right

I dont know when a story begins either

Your the man tonight

I really aint got no wins

Thats all right

I never had nothin to spin playa

Thats still all right

I aint got to many friends

Thats all right

I dont know when a story begins either

Your the man tonight

Insane Clown Posse Skreeem!

[Intro:]

Good news

We coming

SKREEEM!

AHHHHHH!

Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah!

Hopsin!

Wicked Clowns!

SKREEEM!

AHHHHHH!

Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah!

Tech N9ne!

Oh! Oh! Oh!

[Shaggy 2 Dope & Violent J:]

SO WE GO phantom lungs

Southwest strangla here he come’s

And I’m the duke here to rock the place

Crack a faygo & sock your face

Let’s run to the graveyard quick, fast

Dig up a body & kick it’s ass

Live life like some kind of dream

That your face get off & SKREEEM!

Psychopathic, luny bad shit

Off with your head when I swing my hatchet

Once it’s gone you can’t reattach it

Volleyball it, toss & catch it

One of my nutbag itch, I scratch it

Your soul, right out your throat I snatch it

Juggalo love can nothing match it

Blew out my mattress fucking fat chicks

You never been cute bitch scrub life

Till’ my dick shoot goob on your dumb wife

When they hate on my group I become hype

Stab your belly in a suit with one knife

Deep in my head pressure rises

But we love being who the world despises

(AHHHHH!)

And that’s a just a taste

Inhale it bust one nut out on your face

[Chorus:]

SKREEEM!

AHHHHHH!

What the fuck like a wild banshee

SKREEEM!

AHHHHHH!

Busting up like a wild banshee

SKREEEM!

AHHHHHH!

Up & up like a wild banshee

SKREEEM!

AHHHHHH!

They can’t stand me but can’t command me

[Hopsin:]

Hey bitch hopsin’s here

Stick your tongue when my cock is near

I ain’t about shit but a lot of nonsense yeah

I’m a asshole hoe & I’m not sincere

Come sit on my lap your a hot mess dear

Your face kind of ripples a lot that’s weird

I can tell by the feces smell that’s all over your breath you’ve been smoking a lot pot this year

What I’m yelling out I’m a motherfucking beast & a freak when it’s usually the truth

(True)

And I can give it to you anyway that you want it baby just let me know what you want me to do

I’m a keep it raw (Raw)

I’m a keep it ill (Ill)

I’m a a psycho so I never want to chill (Chill)

I figure by looking at me that you would know the deal

My penis is hard why don’t you come & feel

Oh my goodness it’s coming

[Shaggy 2 Dope & Violent J:]

I feel it building in me

(It’s coming)

I’m a let it go, fast

(It’s coming)

So much weight on my shoulders

(It’s coming)

Let my vocal blast

(It’s coming)

I just can’t keep it in me

(It’s coming)

This shit I can’t get passed

(It’s coming)

So much stacked up against me

Snap. At. Last. Just.

[Chorus:]

SKREEEM!

AHHHHHH!

What the fuck like a wild banshee

SKREEEM!

AHHHHHH!

Busting up like a wild banshee

SKREEEM!

AHHHHHH!

Up & up like a wild banshee

SKREEEM!

AHHHHHH!

They can’t stand me but can’t command me

They can’t stand me but can’t command me

They can’t stand me but can’t command me

They can’t stand me but can’t command me

They can’t stand me but…

(The death pop)

[Tech N9ne:]

So damn sick I shock hoe’s

Fuck em’ that’s my motto

Said it gonna be done tomorrow

You fucking mothafackos’

All the mushroom’s ex & lean

It’ll never take away this dream

Check out the way that I bust a scene

Fucking the industry I’m making it scream

Hi motherfuckers

Why motherfuckers

Thinking I can lose you can die motherfuckers

They saying I’m a thief & I’m a still a type of God?

Whoever saying it is a God damn lie

O-W-H-H!

Off with his head

You really don’t ever want to see the boss in the red

How can a stupid motherfucker talk when he dead?

I’m leaving you niggas deep in the mosh give me cred

For being a innovator

How long you’ve been a hater?

You want to start it up nigga I’ll be the generator

Telling your team this is a murder machine

Don’t intervene cause’ the drama I bring it’ll make a motherfucker

[Chorus:]

SKREEEM!

AHHHHHH!

What the fuck like a wild banshee

SKREEEM!

AHHHHHH!

Busting up like a wild banshee

SKREEEM!

AHHHHHH!

Up & up like a wild banshee

SKREEEM!

AHHHHHH!

They can’t stand me but can’t command me

[2x]

[Boy 1:]

Ya’ll about to get SO beyond fucked up

[Boy 2:]

Yeah that’s what I’m saying go for it Tod!

[Girl 1:]

Haven’t you had enough Tod?

[Boy 1:]

Enough of your mouth, fix me up a fat rig

[Boy 2:]

Tod’s fucking crazy man he’s the shit he don’t give a fuck man that’s awesome

[Boy 3:]

Alright it’s ready this shit will floor a fucking elephant

Yeahh

[Girl 1:]

Tod!? your face, it’s turning blue!

[Boy 2:]

He’s fucking blue dude! Awesome!

[Boy 3:]

It’s called smurfin

You want the rest Tod or what?

[Boy 2:]

Yeah man fucking go for it!

[Girl 1:]

Come on that’s enough already please just stop it

[Boy 3:]

Whoa man that’s it he took all of it

[Boy 2:]

Yes!

[Girl 1:]

Are you alright Tod!?

(The death pop)

[Boy 3:]

What was that?

[Boy 2:]

Is he dead?… Awesome!

Insane Clown Posse The Amazing Maze

Ferris wheels and bumper cars are fun

But those rides just aren’t for everyone

Bought my ticket I’m gonna have a run

In the maze (WHO!)

If I don’t come back or right away

Give me time at least a half a day

Don’t just leave me lost and blown away

In the maze (WHO!)

Hello ladies and gentlemen I’m Jeff Nipple

And I’m Jimbo Jizm

Welcome to the Dark Carnival’s amazing maze

Over 5000 ways to get in, and no way out

Let’s meet today’s volunteer

This is Rick

We like to call him Rick the Dick

Dickface here is a wealthy entrepreneur

Who smacks his wife around

And buys his way in and out of everything

Let’s see how Mr. Toughguy fairs up in the amazing maze

[Violent J]

What up bitch? I’m Violent J

I’ll be your guide for today, k?

Good, got mad doors and mad floors

Hallways, crawlways, walls for nedens

Make a left just before you make a right

And your left should be to your right

If your lefts right, right?

Good, begin the show

Go on ahead boy and open up the first door

[Shaggy 2 Dope]

Welcome to a theatrical thriller

Meet Jack Doobie a serial killer

With a chainsaw, he takes your arm at the elbow

You get it back if you make it out though

Fuck ain’t no use crying all day

You need to take your bitch ass back down the hallway

You gotta be a man at least you learned

Everything you get in the maze you’ve earned

[Violent J]

Keep running times a tickin on the clock

You might wanna tie that stump up with a sock

Turn right it might look the same

But you making tracks through the room of thumbtacks

This really ain’t shit

About a million tacks and the room spins a bit

If you stay on your feet you’ll be okay

Oh let me get out of your way

Oh boy Rick the Dick is in a bit of a jam there Jeff

That’s right Jimbo

He looks like a ragdoll flippin and spinning like that

You can always witness spectacles truly amazing

Within the amazing maze

Let’s see where else Rick’s adventures

Will lead the little dickwipe

[Violent J]

Hahaha, so you got a few tacks in your balls

Pick ’em all out and head right back down the halls

What’s this? Dead end, doors locked

It’s a long way back, just knock

Oh should’ve turned around no doubt

Ain’t nothing that we got to sit and argue about

Keep going make a left, right left

Now run straight ahead some more

Open up the door

Slide in the sheets, nice breeze

Relax ninja take it with ease

The maze is a place of magic

Many surprises, your dick rises

Lay down expect the best

In comes your lover with a hairy chest

Hello sexy I’m grim love

Let me have a look at your uhh milk dud

[Violent J]

Aww shit you fell for that

I ain’t gonna tell you got your hole ring tapped

All that dissin of the opposite sex

And look who just got they butthole flexed

Wait! What’s that?

The walls are closing in, fuck that

Hurry run for your life

Oh he’ll be alright

How’s that sit with you Jimbo?

First he gets plugged with bullets

Then he gets his butt plugged

I think he’s a fucking idiot, Jeff

I mean what kind of asshole

Can’t find his way out of this maze?

You gotta be a real dickbuffer

To wind up here in the first place

Right you are Jimbo

Let’s watch the big dick fuck up some more

[Violent J]

Alright ain’t no need to fear

If there’s a way out it’s gotta be near

Hey yo look a phone

You still got one good arm so it’s on

Can you hear? Ah tongue in your ear

Drop it the phones got a life of it’s own

Kiss me man hey come on

Slip down the slide go faster

Bed of nails, disaster

Quit screaming yo, hurry the fuck up and open the door

[Shaggy 2 Dope]

Woods, trees you’re outside

Lots of places for creeps to hide

Watch your step, AH, backdraft

Caught your foot and the ankles left

Creepin off with your stump

Feel something in the rump

Hunters, yeah they gonna get you

How does it feel bitch get the picture

[Violent J]

Back indoors hey at last

Look at your family behind the glass

They look weird, they’re saying something

Listen up, “you’ve fucked up, you’ve fucked up”

Oh they’re laughing and they’re pointing at you

At least you know what they’re sayins true

It’s one last door you made it home, or

Or what? Once again it’s on

Ferris wheels and bumper cars are fun

But those rides just aren’t for everyone

Bought my ticket I’m gonna have a run

In the maze (WHO!)

If I don’t come back or right away (Hey)

[Shaggy 2 Dope]

Hey man cut that shit

What the fuck man, happy friendly shit man

Fuck that

It’s supposed to be wicked in this bitch man

Turn that shit off