Insane Clown Posse Fat Sweaty Betty

Why dont you go into the next room and start getting undressed?

What’s your pleasure?

[1st Verse- Violent J]

Fat Sweaty Betty, the bitch ain’t nothing new

Her moms used to babysit me back when we was two

We’d go to the playground and to the skating rink

And we’d go under the bleachers and she’d let me hit the stank, well uh

She moved across town and never came back

Until the other day, I seen her at the Chicken Shack

She said her name was Betty, I can’t believe this shit

The sexy little girl is now a fat sweaty beeitch

She said, “Hey, J, tell me how you’ve been?”

She had a piece of chicken gizzard stuck to her chin

I told her, “Hold still,” and flicked it off her face and said,

“Betty, oh, Betty, what you say we leave this place?”

I took her back to the crib and hit it all night

I let my fingers run across the rip of cellulite

EWW! It was nasty, but I don’t let it bother me

She rolled over, fucking knocked the wind out of me

I couldn’t breathe, she wouldn’t stop, I’m almost dead

I took the lamp, and bust it on her fucking head

We got dressed, I gave her a little kiss goodbye

Fat Sweaty Betty, My fat sweaty pumpkin pie

[Chorus]

Fat Sweaty Betty

Tell me when you’re ready [x2]

[2nd Verse- Shaggy 2 Dope]

Big fat slop of shit people call Betty

Flabs of fat on her back, her neck…sweaty

Boogers running down her nose all over her lips

Can’t tell the difference from her titties to her hips

But fuck all that, ‘cuz I wanna see the neden

I had to see the cat, the cheesey cheena cheden

Rode my bike to her house, “Hey yo, Betty lemme in

I’m packing some snack cakes, bitch lemme in.”

I can hear her coming down the stairs

She opened up the door in her motherfucking underwears

UUGGHH!! Shit, fuck that I’m turning back

But no, the door shut, and shes going for the cake snacks

I said, “Relax, hoe, I’m here, I’m bu-si-ness

you can have the candy, first you gotta wait a bit

I need a favor, come on, Betty, drop them drawls.”

AHH!! I knew it, Betty had balls

Oh, no, here comes that ass

From the top of the dresser with the yokazuna splash

I wish I never came, oh boy do I wish

See Fat Sweaty Betty, the sweaty fat bitch

[Chorus]

[Violent J]

(Fat Sweaty Betty)

I know you like spaghetti

I know you like spaghetti

So tell me when you’re ready, baby

(Fat Sweaty Betty)

Tell me when you’re ready

Tell me when you’re ready for a cheeseburger, pizza pie, TV dinner, chicken

baby

(Fat Sweaty Betty)

I gets it all, I gets it all for ya, baby

I work at Farmer Jack on the dinner floor, baby

(Fat Sweaty Betty)

I bring it home, I cook it in a microwave

I feeds it to ya, just let me get some stanky skins

(Fat Sweaty Betty)

‘Cuz I don’t care, I wanna hit the cellulite

I hit the cellulite for a turkey meal delight

(Fat Sweaty Betty)

‘Cuz I don’t care, you know I’m not afraid to cook

Take off your shoes and let me lick your dirty foot

(Fat Sweaty Betty)

I’ll rub you down, I’ll rub you down the right way

I hear a buzzer, apple pie’s in the microwave

(Fat Sweaty Betty)

I work at Farmer Jack, I work at A & P

And yes I do, my heavy baby wanna be with me

(Fat Sweaty Betty)

Ya wanna be with me, ya wanna be with me

Ya want some chilli cheese fries in a ???

(Fat Sweaty Betty)

You gotta wait, wait ’till the time is right

Let me count the purple bubbles in your cellulite

(Fat Sweaty Betty)

You want some Burger King, you want some Hungry Jack

You want some jelly beans, you want a scooby snack

(Fat Sweaty Betty)

You want some Dominoes, you want a Milky Way

You gotta kick it to the sugar daddy Violent J

(Fat Sweaty Betty)

You want some Lucky Charms, you want some mashed potatoes

Let me hit the skins now and I’ll feed you later

(Fat Sweaty Betty)

Because I know, I know you want a Lunchable

Something crunchable, something munchable

(Fat Sweaty Betty)

How ’bout some Taco Bell, how ’bout a pizza slice

How bout some chicken fingers and a bowl of Minute Rice

(Fat Sweaty Betty)

Insane Clown Posse Posse On Vernor

Insane Clown Posse!

ICP! about to take you way back! way back that is, to Vernor!

Posse, Up!

Me and Shaggy 2 Dope in the home away from home

In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome

Picking up the homies, we get em one by one

If you ain’t psychopathic ryda boy you cannot come (bump)

Everybody’s looking if you jealous turn around

Fucking with them leathers got us hopping off the ground [Honk]

We getting good grip from the 50 series tires

The alpines bumping but I need the volume higher

Cuz the 808 kick drum make you wanna get some

I got a scrodum full a balls I let your girlie lick them

Every time we rolling Twiztid’s gotta roll a joint

I almost died from inhalation coming back from Cedar’s Point

Hookers and zombies in every direction

Looking for the waving for some action

The wagons kinda crowded though

The whole car was leanin’ back

Jamie trying to keep it steady with the greeny on his lap

Rude Boy wasn’t looking, we hit a crack head

Flipping off the windshield, the motherfucker’s dead

Zombie cut in half, no kind of regret

Insane Clown Posse ripping up shit

Woop! Woop!

Psychopathic Sodiers Roll

My Posse’s on Vernor! (Yeah, come on!)

Down riverside that’s how we ryde

THE POSSE’S ON VERNOR! (ICP!)

Running down bass and seven more scored

Half an hour later we was getting kinda bored

Jump Steady’s dangerous, Dougy is 4 Rilla

My homie Shaggy 2 Dope is the bitch hater killa

Billy’s on the left side coughing helly grief

Leaving haters bleeding crawling picking up they teeth

Tom Dub is the skinny guy

People think he’s funny

But he didn’t even know tonight he coming back bloody

Cruising Del Ray boy these streets is cold

Cigarette lighter broken window stuck unrolled

Ripping Michigan, we saw nothing but thugs

Me mugging hoes shopping

Distributing drugs

Hitting 3 and 7 and that ass just dropped *Honk*

Squeaking and we ..

But the wagon don’t stop

Michigan ..

Rudy broke left, Jamie shot a verner

It’s time to get wrecked

Junkie on the corner, needle bout to shoot

With a rebel flag and some cowboy boots

The closer that we get, the clearer it became

It was Kid Rock yelling, “What’s my Name!?”

.. Toxic Sludge Warrior

My Posse’s on Vernor! (Yeah, come on!)

.. back down to Southwest

THE POSSE’S ON VERNOR! (What you got?)

Now cruising down Verner

My wheels spin slow

Running with the hatchet is the only way to go

Some girlies by the Carnival was looking for a ride

We tried to pick em up

But we had no room inside

We put em in the trunk, we put em on the hoods

Some sat up with the Rude Boy and puffed on his wood

Our crew is getting bigger, and there’s way to many freeks

The muffler’s dragging and the tailpipes weak

Now these hoes are getting hungry

Monoxide’s treating

We stopped at .. for some Mexican eating

The restaurant was closed, this ho was like “Damn it.”

She said “Go back the other way we’ll stop and eat at Seven.”

Now I finally see the place, it’s a little run down

But they got the best Chilly Cheesy in town

Faygo on tap, any kind you choose

After midnight though the place is bad news

Alex dropped a $20 and didn’t even miss it

This hoe from another crew she picked it up and kissed it

Her boyfriend’s tripping and jumping on her case

My homie Billy Bill had to bust him in the face

We never like a fuck, who beats on his girl

If ya don’t have game, then .. leave our world

Ain’t nothing to discuss, the bitch slept with us

She fucked everybody now I heard she lives with Russ

Now I’m running with a hatchet, and you walking with some dudes

The Psychopathic Family is giving you the blues

Hate us all you want, cuz we don’t get upset

We the Insane Clown Posse, bitch represent! (Come On)

Psychopathic holding it down for Southwest

THE POSSE’S ON VERNOR! (Yeah! Whut!)

Dumping dead bodies behind the Del Ray Cafe

THE POSSE’S ON VERNOR! (Southwest buddy!)

Fucking bitches on the grass on in Paton

THE POSSE’S ON VERNOR! (ICP!)

Forks up, forks down, forks all the way down

THE POSSE’S ON VERNOR! (Yeah! Come on!)

Killas, stalkers, outline body chalks

THE POSSE’S ON VERNOR! (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)

.. Turn you right back right around

THE POSSE’S ON VERNOR! (Wicked Clowns!)

.. cars

THE POSSE’S ON VERNOR! (Yeah! Come on!)

Inner City Posse’s still alive, bitch!

THE POSSE’S ON VERNOR! (Southwest! Southwest!)

Insane Clown Posse Cotton Candy

[Shaggy 2 Dope]

My name is Shaggy

But some call me Shaggy Balls

Cuz you can me my ball sac

Hangin out my drawls

I wear short shorts

Bitches stop and stare

Later on you see me partin through the Cotton hair

I meet a bitch

I always gotta check and ask

“How many corndogs been to the Cotton patch?”

And when I fuck bitches ask what i’m tryin to do

My nuts is people so i try and stuff em in there too

Cotton Candy is wasn’t made for the mouth

Don’t believe me just take a look down South

Rottin Candy is what you’ll find with out a doubt

I stick my wang in the Cotton hole and then I’m out

Jump Steady, Rude Boy, nad Nate the Mack

They huntin Cotton

And Shaggy Shaggs knows where it’s at

So don’t be stingy

There’s more than one Wicked Clown

And bitch you got enough Cotton here to go around

Now some bitches wanna go and shave they Cotton off

Straight to the Candy

I’m wit it

I won’t get lost

That’s why I bring da clippers wit me

They comin in handy

When you fuckin round wit the Cotton Candy

[(Chorus) x2]

HHHHHHEEEEEEYYYYY Cotton Candy

Yeah Hey Hey

Cotton Candy don’t get wet until it’s in yo mouth she told me

[Violent J]

My name is J

The kids call me Jiggy pants

Cuz I can play the flute

And make my dick start ta dance

Like a snake I make it shake, rattle, and roll

And this year my balls made it to the Cotton Bowl

Unlike Shaggy

He scared of the Cotton Pie

I ate so much Cotton Candy

I got pink eye

I can remember the first time I had a taste

She pulled her panties down

And shoved her Cotton in my face

I said “Your daddy’s home”

She said “So fuckin what”

I tried to take my ding-a-ling and stick it in her butt

I tried to push it in

I couldn’t turn it out

She said “Cotton Candy don’t get wet until it’s in yo mouth”

OH SHIT!

So what was I ta do

Run like a bitch

Or have the Cotton Stew

I thought for a second

Then I said “What The Fuck!”

I ate so much Cotton that my tounge came out her butt

BBBBWWWW Bitch

I’ll have another bowl

My boys had to come and get me

Cuz I lost control

On the way home I had a new attitude

I’m like

“Hey let’s go eat some more pussy dude”

[repeat chorus]

Insane Clown Posse Basehead Attack

So there I was watching Sanford and Son, working the graveyard shift. At a party store, rolling a spliff. I’m behind the

glass I see crackheads all night. But tonight the moon is red and shit ain’t felling right. My first sight was a basehead

trying to break into my car. In plain view too, I ran out with a crowbar hammered it upside his cranium, he fell over

dead, but no blood, only dust, he’s a fucking basehead. Here comes another one jumping out of a tree, but I ain’t even

have to move, he missed by like 20 feet. He slammed down on the pavement, I quicked started kicking. Beat him with the

crowbar ’til he finally stopped twitching. Look behind me, seen another zombie in the register. I’m use to shooting em off

from begging from the customers, but now I gotta reach up under the seat and grab the hand-ax. Whipped it from there and

stuck it into his back.

THE ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!

They On A Mission

They Always On The Hunt For Something

They always missing

THE ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!

Every City, Every Town

They Always On The Hunt For Something

Never To Be Found [Repeat 2x]

Goddamnit. It’s 2 more in the cooler once in the back of the store. Pull my hand-ax out that back and then attack him

some more. I charged, but he busted me in the head with a pepsi. No effect, I left him shaking on the floor epilepsy. With

Their necks severed, fucking zombies for rocks. Another jumped on my back and we went thru the glass into the parking

lot. He tried to kill me, he told me “Gimmie Some Change!” All digging in my ear for it and shit…Deranged! I grabbed him

by his head and tired to yank it to the left to break his neck, but his head spun all the way around and that was fucking

it. I was outta there, I seen another coming out of the Grave. Zombies, begging for change!!! I’m fucking swinging at em.

knock their chin off their face, but they still coming at me, hands out, they wanna base. They Must think my white

eyeballs are giant crack rocks. I Gotta slap em’ out they funky ass socks…HELP ME!!!

ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!

They On A Mission

They Always On The Hunt For Something

They Always Missing

ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!

Every City, Every Town

They Always On The Hunt For Something

Never To Be Found [Repeat 2x]

They don’t have a brain left behind their empty eyes. They want crack, rocka, coca and they buzzing like flies. You might

pull the arm off em if you try to shake their hand, Cuz their souls are gone, they just a shell of a man. Walking around

looking for rocks anyway they can get it, Even if you got AIDS, Them dirty bitches let you hit it. And you still getting

something worst then you already got. I seen one catch one in the head, not even know he got shot. It was crack smoke

blowing out the side of his head. He Put A Champagne cork in the hole and that was it. Basehead Zombies, millions of em’

and more. With the steam roller, roll em’ over flat on the floor. Their like dead ass bodies walking around without the

ghost. With no clue where the fucking heading, but the rock roast. Opportunities were given, they let em’ all pass. Now

they themselves ain’t worth the shit out they ass.

ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!

They On A Mission

They Always On The Hunt For Something

They Always Missing

ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!

Every City, Every Town

They Always On The Hunt For Something

Never To Be Found

ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!

They Coming For Your Goods

Simultaneously

In 50,000 Neighborhoods

ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!

They Coming Out The dark

And They Coming For You

They Wanna Pull Out Your Heart And Smoke It

ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!

They On A Mission

They Always On The Hunt For Something

They Always Missing

ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!

Every City, Every Town

They Always On The Hunt For Something

They Always Missing

ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!

They On A Mission

They Always On The Hunt For Something

They Always Missing

ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS!!!

Every City, Every Town

They Always On The Hunt For Something

Nevery To Be Found

Insane Clown Posse The Neden Game

“Let’s meet contestant number one

He’s a skitsofrantic, serial killer clown

Who says, “woman love his sexy smile”

Let’s find out if his charm will work on Sharon

Sharon, what’s your question?”

“Contestant number one,

I believe first impressions last forever

So let’s say you were to come over to my parent’s house

And have dinner with me and my family

Tell me what you would do to make

That first impression really stick”

[Violent J]

Let’s see, uh, well, I’d have to think about it

I might show up in a tux, HA!, but I doubt it

I’d probably just show up naked like I always do

And look your momma in the eye and tell her, “FUCK YOU!!!”

Hurry up bitch, I’m hungry, I smell spaghetti

I’d pinch her loopy ass and tell her, “Get the food ready!”

Your dad will probably start tripping and get me pissed

I’d have to walk up and bust him in his fucking lips!

It’s dinner time, we hearing grace from your mother

I pull a forty out and pour some for your little brother

I’m steady staring at your sister, I’ll tell you this

You know for only 13, she got some big tits

After that, your dad will try to jump again

And only this time, I’d put the forty to his chin

After you mom does the dishes and the silverware

I’d dry-fuck her till I nut in my underwear

“Now, let’s meet contestant number two

He’s a psychopathic, deranged, crackhead freak

Who works for the Dark Carnival

He says women call him stretch nuts

Sharon, let’s hear your question”

“I like a man who’s not afraid to show his true emotions

A man who expresses himself in his own special way

Number two, if you fell in love with me

Exactly how would you let me know?”

[Shaggy 2 Dope]

First thing, I could never love you

You sound like a richie-bitch, yo, FUCK YOU!!!

But if I did, I’d probably show you that I care

By taking all these other motherfuckers outta here

I’d go through your phone book and whack em all

And find contestant number one and break his fucking jaw (what?!)

Anyone who looked at you, would have to pay

I’d be blowing fucking nuggets off all day

I’d grab your titties and stretch em down past your waist

Let em go, and watch em both spring up in your face

I’d sing love songs to you, the best I can

Get you naked, and hit it like a CAVEMAN!!!

When we go to the beach and walk through the sand

I throw a little in your face and say, I’m just playing

As you spit it all out, I’d rub your back

And grab your underwear and wedge it up your ass crack!!

“Well it sounds like contestant number two

Is just over-flowing with sensitivity, Sharon

It’s a touch choice so far

Sharon, let’s have your last question and

See which one is going to win the rights to your neden”

“Okay, if we were at a dance club, and you both noticed me at the

same time. Tell me, how would you each get my attention, and what would

your pick up line be? Well, whoever’s the smoothest wins!”

[Violent J]

Okay, first I’d slide up to the bar

And tell you that I can’t believe how fucking fat you are

I’d tell that I like the way you make your titties shake

And if you lost a little weight, you’d look like Rickie Lake!

[Shaggy 2 Dope]

Fuck that, you’d be jocking me quick

I’d order you a drink and stir it with my dick

And then to get your attention in the crowded place

I’d simply walk up and stick my nuts in your face

[Violent J]

Yeah, freak with your nuts, yo, that’ll get her

[Shaggy 2 Dope]

Tell her that’s she fat, yeah, that’ll work even better

[Violent J]

Look, fuck you, I got a strong rap

Shit, you don’t want contestant number two

He’s mad-whack

[Violent J]

I walk into a bar and there he was

Standing up by a bucket, eww, trying to fuck it

It was a big fucking smelly, ass farm llama

[Shaggy 2 Dope]

Damn dawg! how you gonna diss your momma?!

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