To all who are receiving this broadcast, we are now entering the 13th hour of continuing Cloud Coverage. This on going event has been upgraded to a national emergency. It has been a sleepless night across Metro Detroit, as panic and terror has swept the streets. It seems much of Detroit, as well as the rest of the country are still unsettled by this unexplainable cloud that still clutches the sky, from New York to Hanalulu, Miami to Fairbanks. The expansion of the cloud has subsided, but a wall of darkness and artificial night, grips the land. Witnesses now tell us, thousands upon thousands of people are emerging from sewers everywhere. Their faces are painted and.. and... they look like...Clowns! The people are running and screaming, but eye witnesses say they're not in pain, its almost like a strange type of joy has overtaken them. At this time, we do not know where or why the people are running. But there seems to be an organized plan, directing their action. It's like a guiding force is giving them super-natural stamina. The  immense crowd of clowns are now on the move, all in unison, moving in one direction, toward an unknown destination. Almost as if they see what others cannot, heeding an inaudible call that silently pierces this calm before the storm.

I could get naked, right here, I'd look like a big pal polar bear
Then I'd have to attack, fuck you up like that
Psychopathic hatchet chops, Slappin ninjas outta hiding spots
??? Juggalo Nation is in the house
To the left, to the right, over here, there, we everywhere.
All these underground down with the bottom, bottom bottom b, b, bottom.
Censor me from your radio list, Fuck ya'll *beep*, missed!
Well I guess I'll never be a radio star, wouldn't work anyway, I'm way too bizzar

Anybody here? Everybody here!
We got to kill. Psycho right here!
Anybody care? Don't nobody care!
Jokers, Jokers, Jokers, Jokers

Anybody here? Everybody here!
We got to kill. Psycho right here!
Anybody care? Don't nobody care!
Whut? Whut! Whut? Whut! Whut? Whut!

Shh, it's a dead body in my trunk, wanna see it?
Fuck around and you'll be it
Jamie Madrox and Monoxide Child, We get wild!
Give it to me, Give it to me,
Been wagglin my dick since the seventh grade,
Freekshow grabbin my balls and gettin paid
That's my dukes bitch, We don't play, hair wigged out and my eyes all gray
No more rappin, no more shows
I'm goin back to school, and working at Kinko's
I'll ride around on campus on a mountain bike all day
Hey! I got the right of way!
Stab, shoot, chop, cut, drill, I just wanna kill
No matter where you go mother fucker, Dark Carnival ain't far,
And its way Bizzar
Yo, this is Esham the Unholy, Eastside hoes and more,
And right now, your enjoying a trip that's complete out your atmosphere
A little stroll into the wicked realm that is Insane Clown Posse
A journey into the Bizzar

If you a juggalo and you wont sell out say:
Fuck everybody on the dance floor
If you ever Had to fuck a fat bitch in the mouth say: Fuck everybody on the dance floor
If you want a little Faygo and you want it fast say:
Fuck everybody on the dance floor
If you like feeling up on your homeboys' ass say:
oh, uh, shit

These killas don't dance, we boogey
We boogey woogey woo, that's all we do
See ya, see ya, see ya
I'm back, I'm back, I'm back, I'm back
Dark Lotus theme for your colon
Only team you on, Sunday bowling
yloH si htxiS ehT
Play that backwards for secret info
Hold up a minute, damn, couldn't wait man
All done, now if only I could choke someone
Red rum, I root for stalkers, slap old ladies up off their walkers
Take my hand bitch, come along, it ain't that far
Welcome to the Bizzar!

(2x) Anybody here? Everybody here!
We got to kill. Psycho right here!
Anybody care? Don't nobody care!
Jokers, Jokers, Jokers, Jokers

Anybody here? Everybody here!
We got to kill. Psycho right here!
Anybody care? Don't nobody care!
Whut? Whut! Whut? Whut! Whut? Whut!

You learn fast. I'm no cherry honey, it's just that you're so damn big.
Well you should have known, you fucking nympho bitch.
Please be gentle, ooh you bastard, ohh you prick!

I need a bitch, a special bitch, I need a bitch who pussy poppin booty switch
I need a bitch, fellatio, on the freeway with my pedal to the floor
I need a bitch, like cherry pie, I need a bitch like Bush wig Bill needs an eye
I need a bitch, a alcoholic, I need a bitch pukin bend over my toilet
A bitchy bitch, bitch about nothing, I need a bitch to jizm in her belly-button
I need a bitch, a prostitute, she fucks my homies and we can split the loot
I need my cherry pie
Baby, I want you, baby, I want my cherry pie,
Baby, I want you, baby, I need my cherry pie,
Baby, I want you, baby, give me my cherry pie,
Baby, I want you, baby my cherry cherry pie,

I need a bitch, what kind of bitch?
A bitch fresh out the pan, fresh out the pan
I need a bitch like Harlem Williams needs a chin, (uh oh)
I need a bitch, a mental case
She catch me cheating, shoot us both in the face (bang bang)
I need a hoe who can use me for my money (ching ching)
I need a bitch like like Chris Candedo (sp?) whip his honey
I need a freak, (need a freak) like cherry pie (like cherry pie)
Like cookie cream, lemon ch-ch cherry pie
I need a woman to let me hit it
In the bushes raw at the herpe clinic (whut?)
I need a bitch, (need a bitch) who like to fight (who like to fight)
And get her nose ring ripped out like every night (oww bitch!)
I need my cherry pie
Baby, I want you, baby, I want my cherry pie,
Baby, I want you, baby, I need my cherry pie,
Baby, I want you, baby, give me my cherry pie,
Baby, I want you, baby my cherry cherry pie,

I need a bitch in a cheap hotel,
So I don't know which one to blame for the smell
I need a bitch, that doesn't care,
She likes to finger-fuck her booty in the mirror
My cherry pie, my cherry pie
My cherry pie, my cherry pie
My cherry pie with lovin jello cherry pie, ch-cherry pie
I need a bitch who can runa(?)
A bitch who suck on dick like eminem's moma
I need a bitch, (bitch) I need a slut (slut)
I need a bitch who like banana's in her butt
I need a bitch, (I need a bitch)
Now more than ever (now more than ever)
I need a bitch who gots a head that I can sever
I need my cherry pie
Baby, I want you, baby, I want my cherry pie,
Baby, I want you, baby, I need my cherry pie,
Baby, I want you, baby, give me my cherry pie,
Baby, I want you, baby my cherry cherry pie,

For a (?) cocks men, you rate for the best. Ha, coming from you, that's a hell of a compliment right now.
I hate to see you go. Who's leaving ya dumb bitch?

Baby, I want you, baby, I want my cherry pie,
Baby, I want you, baby, I need my cherry pie,
Baby, I want you, baby, give me my cherry pie,
Baby, I want you, baby my cherry cherry pie,

Baby, I want you, baby, I want my cherry pie,
Baby, I want you, baby, I need my cherry pie,
Baby, I want you, baby, give me my cherry pie,
Baby, I want you, baby my cherry cherry pie

Why? Why do these questions come to mind?
When the answers just so far away.
The question I ask myself everyday.

Why, every time I reach for the sky, I can only reach so high, why?
Why, every time I head butt a brick wall, I always crack my skull, why?
Why, every time I stab somebody, I always get my clothes bloody, why?
Why, every time I drive down the wrong side of the street, everybody wanna beep?
Why, every time I'm broke and I sell rock, I wind-up in a cell block? why?
Why, every time I shoot somebody in the face, pigs give chase, why?
Why, every time I drink a little gasoline, I shit my spleen, why?
Why, every time I try to fly like a birdie, I wind-up on a gurney, dead,
Tell me why

Won't you tell me why, someone tell me why,
Jesus tell me why, I must find out why.
Won't you tell me why, someone tell me why,
Jesus tell me why, I must find out why.

Why, every time I swallow a flat-head nail, my neck feels stale, why?
Why, every time I contact dark spirits, they wanna break my mirrors, why?
Why, every time I choke a friends neck, he don't come back, why?
Why, every time I stab my eyes with an ice pick, I can't see shit, why?
Why, every time I play chicken with a train, it wins the game, why?
Why, every time I wake the dead up, they try to eat my head up, why?
Why, every time I see my reflection, I see no direction, why?
Why, every time I order a taco, you want a bite, mother facko!
Tell me why

Won't you tell me why, someone tell me why,
Jesus tell me why, I must find out why.
Won't you tell me why, someone tell me why,
Jesus tell me why, I must find out why.

I admit I can't explain them, (my wisdom?) I admit I can't explain them, can't explain them.
I admit I can't explain them, (my questions) I admit I can't explain them, I can't explain them.
I admit I can't explain them, (my wisdom?) I admit I can't explain them, can't explain them.
I admit I can't explain them, (my questions) I admit I can't explain them, I can't explain them.

Why, every time I raise my arms in celebration, player nation, why?
Why, just because I'm dead, decayed and past, you give me no ass, why?
Why, every time I chew on thumbtacks, I get blood on my snacks, why?
Why, every time I kick faygos in the sky, you wanna know why?
Why, every time an angel wanna kiss me, it always says it'll miss me, why?
Why does Shangri-la seem so far away, you better leave today,
It don't matter why!

Won't you tell me why, (Don't matter why) someone tell me why,
Jesus tell me why, (Don't matter why) I must find out why.
Won't you tell me why, (Don't matter why) someone tell me why,
Jesus tell me why, (don't fucking matter?) I must find out why.

Tell me, (you tell me), Tell me, (have to tell me) Tell me, (you will tell me) Tell me
Let me ask you why

Rub baby oil on your butt cheeks and slide on the counter
Boys and girls, everybody gather around, all in together now
Wheeeeee!
I love you, I love you, (dance with me, dance with me) I love you (shake ya little butt, shake ya butt, come on)
I love you.
I must kill you, must kill you, must kill you, must kill you

I'm kind of fat and I sweat a lot, but that's the only bad quiky things that I got.
That, and maybe the whole murdering aspect, but we ain't even really got to that yet.
I love people, (yes) I love everything about them, And that's why I gotta live life without them. (huh?)
I know it don't make any sense to you, but fuck you, this song is about me, exclusively.
Murder, Murderous, Murderation, A murdering mentality without an explanation.
I'm Mr. Happy and I ride a bike (ching!), I ain't got a seat, I just sit on the pipe thing.
I'll whistle, I sing, I'll pet your poodle. (Come here) I'll twist and squeeze your neck like a wet noodle.
Cause I'm so happy I'll stab your ass, and lay down next to you, dead on the grass,
And say: "Oh it feels so good, every time I murder I get happy!!"

Happy happy happy, it's gone,
Happy happy happy, it's gone,
Happy happy happy, it's gone,
Happy happy happy, it's gone,

Murder murder murder, you are,
Murder murder murder, you are,
Murder murder murder, you are,
Murder murder murder, you are,

I love you, so hand me your neck, (come on)
Let me teach you about love and respect,
Respect the fact that I love to kill!
Wait a minute ya'll I gotta take my pill,
Zanoff's, it works, I'm down to only 3 people a day
My victims, I give them love and care,
I don't wanna get blood everywhere,
I don't use a chainsaw, or a butcher knife, that's so 90's, get it right,
I never mutilate or chop my loves, all I really need is a pair of gloves,
Or maybe a car, I'll run 'em down with it
I know that can be messy, but the birds will get it,
Don't you see that I love you? ??Idiots??
I'm Mr. Happy, I'm all about fun, Now get in the pit and try to kill someone!

"Oh it feels so good, every time I murder I get happy!!"
Happy happy happy, it's gone, (I love you)
Happy happy happy, it's gone, (I love you)
Happy happy happy, it's gone, (I love you)
Happy happy happy, it's gone, (I love you)

Murder murder murder, you are, (Must kill you)
Murder murder murder, you are, (Must kill you)
Murder murder murder, you are, (Must kill you)
Murder murder murder, you are, (Must kill you)

My bike has a basket full of strawberries, I picked them myself,
Along with apples and cherries and lemons and oranges and boogers and limes,
Plus there's a Faygo in there, but that's mine,
Red flowers, like after your dead, I plant seeds and grow them out the side of your head,
I got flowers all over the backyard, in the form of a Jokers Card (uh-oh)
Feels good, I'm like the Choko of my neighborhood,
I'm one of them midnight creeps at Denny's, talking to myself and licking my pennies
I got a French fry hanging out of my beard, Don't go near that guy, he's weird.
You know I'm all good and everything's all right,
When you hear this scream in the middle of the night, like this:
"Oh it feels so good, every time I murder I get happy!!"

Happy happy happy, it's gone, (I love you)
Happy happy happy, it's gone, (I love you)
Happy happy happy, it's gone, (I love you)
Happy happy happy, it's gone, (I love you)

Murder murder murder, you are, (Must kill you)
Murder murder murder, you are, (Must kill you)
Murder murder murder, you are, (Must kill you)
Murder murder murder, you are, (Must kill you)
I'll fucking kill you, Wooo! Come here you little bitch!
Come on! Everybody, let me cut your neck in half,

Happy happy happy, it's gone, (I love you)
Happy happy happy, it's gone, (I love you)
Happy happy happy, it's gone, (I love you)
Happy happy happy, it's gone, (I love you)

Murder murder murder, you are, (Must kill you)
Murder murder murder, you are, (Must kill you)
Murder murder murder, you are, (Must kill you)
Murder murder murder, you are, (Must kill you)
You little bitch!

Occasionally, the overwhelming temptation to reach the pinnacle of the pop music genre, will reduce even the most deplorable examples of the underground music
scene to attempt to change their so-called artistic endeavors, in a vain attempt to appeal to the public at large. Behold, the metamorphosis:

Uh, fuck platinum, platinum just ain't enough,
We need more money, more house and cars and stuff,
I'm sick of juggalos, I want them other hoes, I want them shitty hoes
You get with radio and videos, we'll do whatever it takes to get some air play,
We'll make that bounce shit, triple our sales and pay,
Yeah, come on Shaggy. What? Follow my lead. Let's go.
It's time we change our shit up to get what we need. Come on.

Uh, radio play!
Yo! Yo! Come on and ride me, ride me,
Pull! Pull!! Come on and hide me, hide me,
Cat black(?) I'm gonna grow(?) one, gold one,
Club Cat(?) You want them old ones, old ones,
Black, black, ???
Love me, I'm on the radio, radio,
Cut, cut, We gonna throw it away, throw it away,
Give up, Give us the radio play, radio play,

What? Hey! What? What? What? Hey! What? What? What? Hey!
What? Hey! What? What? What? Hey! What? What? What? Hey!

???

The pathetic attempts never cueist. The moronic musical onslaught continues to insult the intelligence of the savvy consumer. How much more can an audience be asked
to endure?

Didn't work, ah fuck, what happened?
They always told us that we sucked at rapping,
Well I don't know how to play a guitar,
I'll play the skin flute to be a radio star,
I'm sick of keeping it real, and underground,
I want the ten millions fans sellout radio sound,
Even though we'll be played next summer,
Show me a radio dick, and I'll show you a hummer
Here we go, oh my god

Joey fell in love with a college girl,
She had a backpack and a pony tail,
She said her name was Lisa but I do not know,
She drinks disco lemonade and cherry jello,
I can put my Buddy Holly glasses on,
I can even sing one of these faggot songs,
I can play in checkered pants and never smile,
Whatever's cool for your radio (?)
Tommy fell in love with a college...

The boorish, bumbling buffoons are baffled in their journey through the music business. Each sonnet is more ridiculous than the last. Their strides towards musical
success are little more than a stumble into complete failure.

That was bullshit. What the fuck? You think of something!
I'm sitting here trying to write hits, your doing nothing,
You wrote the crump(?) shit, but did it work? No.
It flopped on its ass. At least I tried though.
Alright, ain't no need to be fighting with each other,
We need to start talking about relationships and lovers. Why?
Can you sing? No. Neither can I.
If we're gonna be radio stars, we at least gotta try.

? Remix, uh, remix, Clownboy, uh, feel me, touch me, Clownboy, remix, uh
Girl, I gotta let you know, on radio,
I wanna lick you from head to toe,
Girl, your perfume, it's smelling so sweet,
I wanna make love, between the sheets,
Girl, play my song, when I'm on the phone long,
I'm a radio man, and I know that I can't sing, yes I can
Give me one more chance, and I'll make you dance,
Girl, we make radio songs, for radio fans, we can't go wrong, (4x)
Girl, so you fucked my boy, I don't give a fuck,

After years of endless attempts, ICP received almost no radio play. Finally, the two dim witted idiots decided to stay with the wicked shit for life

I love my Faygo, I love pills, Shaggy,
I love my buddies, my hatchet man but I love my axe
My axe is my buddy, I bring him when I walk,
Me and my axe will leave your head outlined in chalk,
My axe is my buddy, he always makes me laugh,
Me and my axe cut bigots spinal cords in half,
My axe is my buddy, and when I wind him back,
Me and my axe will give your forehead a butt crack,
My axe is my buddy, I never leave without him,
Me and my axe will leave your neck a bloody fountain,

Everybody, everybody, everybody run,
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun, (everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop, (everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop,
Everybody, everybody, everybody run,
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun, (everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop, (everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop,

My axe is my buddy, we right planets wrongs,
Me and my axe leave bigots dead's on Richies lawns
My axe is my buddy, he never make me cry,
Me and my axe will leave a bivot(?) for your eye,

???

My axe is my buddy, don't take him for a chump,
Me and my axe will leave you hopping on a stump

Everybody, everybody, everybody run,
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun, (everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop, (everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop,
Everybody, everybody, everybody run,
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun, (everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop, (everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop,

Look into the deadest tree, tell me baby what you see,
Don't you hear the branches cry? Asking for the reasons why,
If they hang so many men, from the branches off of them,
Why did humans make them play, with them in their evil way,
Look into the moons beam, can you fathom what its seen?
Bodies dragging from a truck, driven by a biggot fuck,
Why you think that heavens cry, acid rain and blizzard sky
Ain't no covering tracks, and that's why I'm here, and oh yes..
My axe is my buddy, he'll thump into your head,
Me and my axe will make your white pony's red,
My axe is my buddy, you let that ditzy wave
Me and my axe will fuck your mother on your grave
(oh oh oh oh....) (Tylenol, tylenol, tylenol...)
My axe is my buddy, we both cry with the trees
Me and my axe will bring the devil to his knees

Everybody, everybody, everybody run,
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun, (everybody dies)
Swing swing, chop chop chop, (everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop,
Everybody, everybody, everybody run,
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun, (everybody dies)
Sw-ii-ing , chop chop chop, (everybody dies)
Swiiiiii-ing, chop chop chop,
Everybody, everybody, everybody run,
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun, (everybody dies)
Swing-a-ling ling , chop chop chop, (everybody dies)
Swi-ii-ing, chop chop chop,
Everybody, everybody, everybody run,
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun, (everybody dies)
Swing-a-ling ling , chop chop chop, (everybody dies)
Swing-a-ling ling , chop chop chop

In order for one to metamorphoses from ones inner-self being projected out into the astral plane, and to rematerialize into an inanimate object, or another living
organism for that matter, is entirely and absolutely an impossible. However,

If I was your TV, I'd be like, "look at me"
If I was a shooting star, I'd be like "Shhh...ping!"
If I was a fat bitches thong, I'd be like "Hell naw!"
If I was a hotties thong, I'd be like "Aww"
If I was a cuss word, I'd just be like "Fuck"
If I was a rock on the moon, I'd be chillin like "Sup?"
If I was a butt hole, I'd just be an exit
If I was the D.O.C, I'd be like "Man, this is bullshit"
If I was your tires on your car, I'd be like "Yeeerrrrrr!"
If I was the bumper on your car, I'd be like "Ow fuck!"
If I was a balloon, I'd be like "Pap!! Psshh..."
If I was Melissa Milano, I'd be fuckin Joe Bruce
If I was a radio DJ, I'd probably say "The Point, 103"
If I was a richy ass bitch, I'd be like "Um, okay"
If I was Spin magazine, I'd put a mirror on the cover, and be like "Fuck us, and all our readers, even this motherfucker"
If I was your mental stress, I'd be catching up
If I was your headaches, every now and then I'd be like "Thuuuuump"
And if I was your tongue, I'd be hating your teeth, I'd be like "Oww! Why you always bite me, every time we try to eat?"
If I was a chair, I'd be like "Sit here"
And if I was Kid Rock, I'd cut my feathered wolf hair
If I was your muffler, I'd be like "Shh, quietly"
And if I was a price tag, I'd be like, "You ain't buyin me"
If I was a fresh DJ, I'd be like ......
If I was Jam Master J, I'd be like .....
If I was a cheap clock radio, I'd be like "Ffffff (tune that mother fucker in)
If I was Berry White, I'd be like "What up ya'll?"
If I was a nipple in the cold, I'd be like (Boing)
If I was your dead uncle, I'd be like.....
If I was a raindrop, I'd just be like ....
And if I had an axe and your neck, I might say "Chop!"

If I was, if I was, but I'll never be
If I was, if I was, but I'll never be
If I was, if I was, but I'll never be
If I was, if I was, but I'll never be
If I was, if I was, but you're killing me
If I was, if I was, but you're killing me
If I was, if I was, but I'll never be
If I was, if I was, but I'll never be

If I was a Faygo at one of our shows,
I'd fly through the air, into an ocean of juggalos
If I was Andre the Giant, "This is how I'd be like"
If I was Father MC, I'd be like "Now, what happened?"
If I was a mirror, I'd find another mirror, and look each other dead in the face, crystal clear
If I was a slider, I'd slide out your butt, I'd be floatin in your toilet, looking at you like "whut?"
If I was a pilot, I'd be like "Traffic control"
If I was John Denver, I'd be like "Nooooo!"
If I was a switch, I'd be like "Flick me"
If I was a London cop car, I'd be like "Weee Wooo Weee Wooo"
If I was Chewbacca, I'd get me a fresh ass fade
If I was Vanilla Ice, I'd be like "Fuck ya'll, I'm still paid"
If I was a stop sign, I'd just be like "Stop"
If I was your wooden leg, I'd still be given you the hip hop

If I was, if I was, but I'll never be
If I was, if I was, but I'll never be
If I was, if I was, but I'll never be
If I was, if I was, but I'll never be
If I was, if I was, but you're killing me
If I was, if I was, but you're killing me
If I was, if I was, but I'll never be
If I was, if I was, but I'll never be

Ain't nobody jealous, everybody has they own
Nobody locked up, everybody, everybody is free to roam
Look at that scrubby with a hottie on his side,
Look at them rich kids, poor kids, everybody together on the same side
And they down (?)
Let's go all the way, Let's go all the way
Let's go all the way, Let's go all the way
Let's go all the way....

Ain't nobody left out, everybody gets to go
It can never be too crowded, come on, we still pickin up some more
Don't nobody hate you, player hate you,
There ain't no hate at all
Got plenty hands that'll catch you, they'll catch you
And they'll never let you fall, you ain't gotta worry all of ya'll
Let's go all the way, Let's go all the way
Let's go all the way, Let's go all the way
Let's go all the way....

Never no sickness, no sickness, nobody has to die (has to die)
Heavens answer, when we get there, never have to wonder why (never wonder why)
Won't nobody rush you, nope, be what you want to be
Can you guess what this place is? Your future, make it a reality
All you have to do is follow me

Let's go all the way, Let's go all the way
Let's go all the way, Let's go all the way
Let's go all the way....

Let's go all the way, Let's go all the way
Let's go all the way, Let's go all the way
Let's go all the way...

I'm sick of this bullshit. All these bitches thinkin they the fuckin whip, just cause they got a neden. Fuck your neden bitch. That's right, and don't call me sexiest, cause I ain't sexist, I'm the sexiest. But I ain't sexist. If I'm sexist, then I'm the sexiest sexist, bitch. Call me sexy sex. Sexy sexist.

I see you hoes on TV, glamorous models, super celebrities
Rolls Royce, fine wines and class,
You need to come down to the hood and let me spank that ass
I want a famous hoe, a bitch on top with some helly bank roll,
I been chasing the girl from Letters to Cleo, but she broke her knee-o
Mariah Carey, me in, forget it, if ODB hit it, I can't fuck with it
Nothing against Ol Dirty or nothing, but he's at least gotta have herpes or something
I wouldn't mind fucking Brittnay Spears, in a cheap hotel with ceiling mirrors
With that bitch in a couple of weeks, I'd have her hooked on crack rock, workin the streets
All those hoes fantasize about juggalo scrubs in between they thighs
But they too scared to let it be, so instead they fuck Ricky Martin,
And pretend its me....don't you hoe?

Let a killa fuck you, let a killa fuck you
Let a killa fuck you right,
Let a killa fuck you, let a killa fuck you
Never come back in the night
Let a killa fuck you, let a killa fuck you
Let a killa fuck you right,
Let a killa fuck you, let a killa fuck you
Never come back in the night

Huh, lets see, where to begin?
Knock knock, who's there? A ball sac for your chin
I be fuckin them business hoes, at job,
From the interns up to the presidents wife
They surely ain't famous but I still put them in the buck,
Leave the glitzy glamour to J, I don't give a fuck
But Clyde walked in, his jaw dropped down,
Act like he ain't never seen the butt cheeks of a clown
I had the secretary on top of the desk,
Asshole naked, I was in the cigar chest
Smokin up Cuban blunts with the janitor,
Fucked all them hoes at job, ask my manager (yep)
Business woman in executive halls,
Let ya head down and tongue slap my balls
Some of them bitches are a little bit old,
Dusty ass neden with a loopy fold
Like this one chick I fucked in the dark,
Had the bitch moaning like a happy ass retard
We finished, turn on the lights on, it was pourin
Oh shit! What? Sharon Osbourn!

Let a killa fuck you, let a killa fuck you
Let a killa fuck you right,
Let a killa fuck you, let a killa fuck you
Never come back in the night
Let a killa fuck you, let a killa fuck you
Let a killa fuck you right,
Let a killa fuck you, let a killa fuck you
Never come back in the night

I wanna fuck Carmen Electra,
Cause she'll fuck anybody, first day she met ya
But as soon as you fall off the map,
She on to the next guy like "Sup?.....baby"
Let me fuck a famous hoe, one night,
I'll post a video up on our web site
Me and Shaggy might sit with the stars,
But my boys are out back, breakin in to your cars
Dumb hoes, quit fuckin them richies
With silky shirts on and turtle neck dickies
Frenchies, straight out the hair salon,
With a faggot ass name like Jean
We the ones from the other side
Yellin "Clown Luv Bitch" out the ghetto ride
I won't take you on any expensive trips,
But I'll part your neden lips
You wanna ride with them, or us
Jaguar with Ken or a Sempter bus
Fuck you then, we don't need you hoes
ICP forever with the juggalos

Let a killa fuck you, let a killa fuck you
Let a killa fuck you right,
Let a killa fuck you, let a killa fuck you
Never come back in the night....

I'm sick of this bullshit. That's right, you need to stay on TV, cause this is my reality. Well I'm even sick of these hotties, in the real world, like at the beach. I see you at the beach, bitch, wearing your thong bikini. You're one of them beach bitches, you one of them beaches at the bitch.. you... uh....Your a bitch at the beach, and I'm sick of that shit! Because the bottom line is this, I'm gonna go to the mother fucking bitch, with my mother fucking Speedos on. And I'm gonna walk up and down the beach like "Sup bitch?" Ha ha ha... bitch.... Oohh, your gonna have fun....

I'm sweating again, I always do,
I should probably take another pill or two
In the mirror, I see the face of Frankenstein,
And that face is mine
I go to work at Subway, slicing ham (chop chop)
Cut my finger off again (Arghhh damn!)
I walk home, tryin to dodge and hide from thugs,
They like to beat on scrubs
I go through this all the time though, I call,
"J, where the fuck you at?"
"The mall,"
"Did you get your ass stomped again?"
"No!....yes..ha ha....so?
Nobody sees what I see, do they?
They just cast me aside, put me away
No friends, no style, no place to go,
Till I went juggalo!

Its all in you (everybody!)
It's all for you (hey hey!)
It's all in you (come on!)
It's all that's left to do,
That's why it's all in you (Juggalos!)
It's all for you
It's all in you
It's all that's left to do,
That's why it's all in you (Juggalos!)

Look at me now man, brain dead,
I could de-rail a fucking train with my forehead
I now live by the Carnival dominion,
So mother fuck your opinion
I'm a lonely path,
I kill pedestrians, families, neighbors, best of friends, anybody
And if I don't kill them, I keep them in my basement and drill 'em dead
Just kiddin, all I really did is unlock the forbidden
I just let my fucking mind unwind,
I don't care what you think, you don't inner-twine
Fuck the world, fuck everybody in it,
Even the Sneaker Pimps girl, I'd fuck her in a minute
You can live to impress and dress fresh bitch,
I don't care, fuck everybody out there!

Rydas, loonies, stalkers, fat mans, gangstas, nymphos, crackheads, assholes

I smoke peace pipes with Indian war chiefs
I steal jewels with Chinese ninja thieves
I dress well like yuppies and cruh walls
I throw giant ice bergs like snowballs
I surf tidal wave, drink molten rock
I'll put a fucking tornado in a headlock
I'll go to Italy and straighten that tower
Whatever the fuck I want, with the juggalo's power

It's all in you (Juggalos!)
It's all for you (come on!)
It's all in you (hey hey hey)
It's all that's left to do,
That's why it's all in you (hey hey)
It's all for you (come on!)
It's all in you (hey)
It's all that's left to do that's why it's all in you
Psychos, ex-convicts, cleptos, whinos, (?), lions, strangla's (?)

Here I go again, another day, dealing with these mother fucking idiots at Subway. It's ok, cause now I see behind it and I keep myself reminded. None of these 9 to 5 robot puppets that I see are any better than me, Mother Fucka! They just struggalin, in the world they choose. I'm waitin on the wagons, with my juggalos.

Insane Clown Posse, Twiztid, Dark Lotus Family, Its Our World
Lookin my crystal ball its alright
Welcome, my curious sisters and brothers
First, put a twenty in the jar with the others
(That's right take a seat)
Ain't no smokin in here, I need to keep my ball clear
There spirits in there
(Whats your future, someone gonna shoot ya)
Will you get your girlfriend back, as if I know that
I can only tell you where your soul is headed
And will remain eternally embedded, the rest forget it
Life is nothin but a test to clear
Did you have a heart while you where here
And was it sincere?
Your still unraveling your future right now
What kinda person are ya bro, oh, where there you go
You control your own muthafuckin' destiny
I ain't lettin' the devil get the best of me
(I'm gonna make it into shangra-la) golden walls
Whats up with you check your own crystal balls
Lookin my crystal ball its all right
Layback, evolve, and Ill be alright

Lookin in my crystal ball I'm seein' thugs
Both catchin' and firin' slugs (paper for drugs)
I see a line waiting on block cheese a mile long, all tryin to be strong
(Its the same old song)
But when I look into everybody's faces (smile)
Their soul are headed other places
And they ain't worried about payin them dues down here
(Because they mother fuckin future is crystal clear)
The focus switches to you and it ain't good
All mad cause someone rolls up out the neighborhood
Check your self and the judgment was passed,
Yo, you be in hell (right up the ass-hole)
It will get ya if ya let it pack your Speedo's
I hear its hot where you headed
I'm trying to tell ya now (when the grim reaper calls)
You don't wanna be ass out grippin' your crystal balls

Lookin my crystal ball its alright
Layback, evolve, and Ill be alright
Lookin my crystal ball its alright
Layback, evolve, and Ill be alright

Look into my crystal ball its all black
And everybody's frozen in time front to back
Their controlled by the matrix of mind, body and soul
And I'm branded by the system of carnival freekshow
I see the fame analyze cause nothin is the skyz
Its the same as seein the death in the demons eyes
I'm high in my sights, from the truth of my crystal ball
Believe me when I say we comin for all of ya'll
Look deep into my crystal ball
See the dead smokin on trees and drinking alcohol
Underneath the street beneath the concrete
If you listen to the night you can hear my heart beat
All painted up buried in a axe and shit
Juggalo love got each others backs and shit
Incased in glass for the whole world to see
Am I inside, or is the crystal ball inside of me

Lookin my crystal ball its all right x8
Layback, evolve, and Ill be alright
(fades out)
rain comes down (Lookin my crystal ball its all right)