Sittin in the class with my head on my desk.
Teachers tryin to talk but I could give a f*ck less.
I'm staring at the freak that I know I'm in luv with
but she don't even know my name it's always been the same.
I just lay my head down and drown in my spit.
Nobody even notices that I'm here cause I ain't sh*t.
I'm hearin voices but I don't know what they sayin.
Sweat is on my forehead cause my brains inside decayin.
And this b*tch that I luv probably don't have no idea.
She's talkin to her friends and I'm in the corner and I see her.
Somethins happenin but it isn't very clear
sounds like a bell sounds like an electric chair.
Next thing you know I'm walkin in the hall
so many different faces that I throw up on the wall.
Some yellen sick and the others stop and stare.
I don't care I'm in a hurry goin no were.
See my head is spinnin cause I'm lonely and I'm twisted.
But I have a secret see everybody missed it.
Just a nobody and I think its a drag.
But I've got Mr. Johnson's Head in my book bag.
I couldn't stand the pressure not another day I didn't like the f*cker Mr. Johnson anyway. I sat up in his class he hung a rebel flag I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed
it in my bag.(2X)
I wish somebody knew me so they could say I'm wrong.
Since nobody knows me I got it goin on.
I'm starin at the clock I listen for the tock.
I got a couple food stamps folded in my sock.
I guess I'm just a ghost cause everybody walks through me.
If I died in class they would probably say they knew me.
Or they wouldn't care they wouldn't even move.
A dead body rotten in the back of the room.
For weeks and months stinking up the class.
Until somebody noticed then they'd throw me in the trash.
I can hear the teacher man talkin about Columbus he nuthin but an old dead f*ck with a compass.
Ran up to the beach threw everybody off.
Then he claimed discovery and know we all applaud.
I don't give a fuck to learn your all goin to hell.
I'm trapped in my brain and my mind is my cell.
But I have a key it's called insanity.
I stick it in my brain to unlock eternity.
I'm just a nobody I think it's a drag but I've got Mr. Johnson's head in my book bag.
I couldn't stand the pressure not another day I didn't like the f*cker Mr. Johnson anyway. I sat up in his class he hung a rebel flag I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed
it in my bag.(2X)
No but they could sit and front about it all day.
But I left his fucken body in the hallway.
And in the mournin they opened up the door.
And seen his mutha fucken carcass layen on the floor.
They could never suspect me I'm just a nerd.
I try to speak my word and it always goes unheard.
I could chop my arms off and run around the class.
I doubt they'd even notice but I'd be dyin fast.
Cuz they'd rather learn about a rd neck checker.
Who owned a couple slaves but I guess it doesn't matter.
F*ck Washington Benjamin fuck em' all out
They can suck my nuts till they wooden teeth fall out.
And the class wants to know who could it be.
But I'm like Dewy Boondie you never herd of me.
I'm just a nobody and I think its a drag. But I got his mutha f*cken melon in my book bag.
I couldn't stand the pressure not another day I didn't like the f*cker Mr. Johnson anyway. I sat up in his class he hung a rebel flag I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed
it in my bag.(2X)

Gangsters bangin
Nuts straight hanging
Chillen in the alleyway
Signs straight beemin
Up in the air I hear they don't care
Get your mutha fucken melon busted for a stare
Luv pumpin through the heart, flowin through the veins
Pop a mutha fucka like it ain't no thang
Blood shit eyes from puffin on the bud
Let me see that rag, let me see that luv
Roamin through the hood top cut down
Car packed so full it's fucken on the ground
Max with the homies spitten on the hoes
Stop in the store for a cold 4-0
Grabbin on your balls
Straight slanging stalls
Fuck the gang squad tryin to take me out my home
Check my neck and I got yours
Cuz roll with yourself and keep that clown luv
Throw your signs in the air
What's that? I don't check, I don't care
Cuz I'm down with the clown everywhere
Cuz much clown luv is in here (2x)
Hey homes what set your clame?
I'm in the rhymin game
Wicked Clown Banging
I'm just a mutha fucka that's down for the cause
You can suck on my balls, unless you got clown luv
Put 'em up
Throw 'em up
Let me see them mutha fuckas
Flip 'em up
Flip 'em down
Flip 'em around
Mutha fuckas mind all warped
From breathin all the smog
I'm all up in the shit, like if my name was frog
Damn I heard a shot, but I got luck
The mutha fuckas missed it's time to shoot 'em up
Here come the sirens I hear 'em gettin close
Here come the squad, it's time to get ghost
If you wanna stay you get beat by a pig
Fuck that shit cuz were I live
My boys got my neck and I got there's
Cuz I'm true to myself, bitch
Clown Luv
Throw your signs in the air
What's that? I don't check, I don't care
Cuz I'm down with the clown everywhere
Cuz much clown luv is in here (2x)
Hey what the fuck you Lookin at man
My rag, my flannel, or the club in my hand?
Well here go ahead, take a closer look
Thanx for the wallet bitch
Give me them ducats, mutha fucken child
To buys doing other things like hangin with my mob
Crew got my neck, well push come to shove
Never sell out yourself, and keep that Clown Luv
Throw your signs in the air
What's that? I don't check, I don't care
Cuz I'm down with the clown everywhere
Cuz much clown luv is in here

Serial Slaughtering' Stranglers, Jugglin' Jugulin' Juggulas,
Fall-in, fat floppy titty freaks...IC fuckin' P's in the Haugh! (Hoo Hoo!)
Abracadabra, boom shaka day, I'm Violent J, and I'm back like a vertebrae.
And I come with a hat full of tricks,
Trunk full of faygo, car full of fat chicks.
Ha Ha-Ha Ha Ha Ha-Ha-Ha, fuck you.
Wicked Clowns, we'd like to say what's up, to the Cobras, X-men, and Counts,
And everybody with clown love, even sucks I never heard of.
Roll into town, and out with the big top,
Four cards down, and two more still to drop.
And when it does, I'd pack up and hit the road,
Cuz I don't wanna see your head explode!
Toss me an ax, and I'll toss you a dead chicken,
Add a buck, ya get a two liter wit' 'em.
And when the genie says on with the show,
it's Hokus Pokus Joker's,
Great Milenko.
(Once again, It's the psychotic carnival creatures in the ha...)
Hokus Pokus Joker's ride,
Come take a spin on a carny-ride
(Southwest slivering snakes of darkness) (w/Milenko echo)
Hokus Pokus Joker's ride,
Come take a spin on a carny-ride
Shazaam, Bam! Shaka-laka lokey, Shaggy the clown back like scoliosis,
Call me a psycho-skitzo-freak, and I'll call you by your name! (Dick anus)
Cuz I could give two shits and a fuck,
I bounce down Frimmer in a popcorn-clown truck.
I'm a circus ninja southwest voodoo wizard, I grab ya gizzard!
Jump on the carpet, let's take a spin,
Everybody's waitin' for the show to begin.
Up to the top, by the neck, and let ya go, (Wow!)
Try to land in a glass of faygo! (UH!)
You suck! Ya missed the fuckin' glass,
Broke ya neck, and busted ya fuckin' ass,
But the genie says on with the show,
Hokus Pokus Jokers, Great Milenko!
(What awaits you after death? Rub the lamp and explore!)
Hokus Pokus Joker's ride,
Come take a spin on a carny-ride
(Enter Milenko's funhouse! Walk right through the wretched hall!) (w/Milenko echo)
Hokus Pokus Joker's ride,
Come take a spin on a carny-ride
F-F-Fuck off!
F-F-Fuck off!
Clown dog...Freak dog...
Joker dog...Milenko dog...
(Visions of Joker cards flashing in your mother's face!)
Hokus Pokus Joker's ride,
Come take a spin on a carny-ride
Rude boy and Chunky, down wit' the clown,
First time we ever went to Mexican town.
I remember, we couldn't pay the bill, they got hot,
And beat us down in the fucking parking lot! (Fuck you!)
Tall Jess, Jump Steady, and Nate the Mack,
Tagged ICP by the train tracks!
And it was on, the dawn of a new day,
Magical carpets creepin' down the freeway. (Hoo Hoo)
Walked in a gypsy's tent with a food stamp,
And walked out with a magical limp, yeah,
I met Milenko, he gave me three wishes,
That night, I fucked three fat bitches!
Stank, get the fuck wit' it, forget it,
I'll rip ya face off, and wipe my ass wit' it!
When the genie says on with the show,
It's Hokus Pokus Jokers, Great Milenko!
(Primal order, magic train, come join us in song!)
Hokus Pokus Jokers Ride
Come take a spin on the carney ride
(City to village, hamlet to town, the show must go on!) (w/Milenko echo)
Hokus Pokus Jokers Ride
Come take a spin on the carney ride
(Giant ladies, bearded ladies, radiant ladies! Ladies?)
Hokus Pokus Jokers Ride
Come take a spin on the carney ride (Clouds of darkness, and underneath them come the clown!)
Hokus Pokus Jokers Ride
Come take a spin on the carney ride
FUCK THAT

Jiggle my mutha fucken balls bitch Insane Clown Posse back in this mutha fucka
Hey yo Violent J, what up?
It's Christmas, time for a sadah
Maybe your wife, maybe your daughter
It's midnight, I land my sleigh
Make way for jolly St. J
Climb down the chimney, for the murder
Dressed as the fat man everyone's heard of
Shimmy down, shimmy down, what the fuck?
Somebody help me, I'm stuck
Now what to do? I feel whack
I got stuck in a chimney stack
But I hack
And shimmer on down
Santa Claus Clown
Can't fuck around, now
Living room, shhh, I creep
Tiptoe's cuz they asleep
I pulled out the ax and slid down the hall
I got a gift for all of ya'll
What's that? I better hide quick
Oh fuck, it's the real St. Nick
And he musta been taken a shit
But regardless, I better move quick, now
So I jumped him, Santa's no joke
Fucked around got my damn neck broke
He strap, shot, he didn't miss
(Gunshots and ho ho ho)

"I'm dreaming of a dead Christmas, the kind you'll never have again, cuz if you have a dead Christmas, that means your dead and that's the end"

Have a merry Christmas you fuckin chump,
Seasons greetings loser,
Yo 2 Dope kick it!

Jack Frost nibbles, he but fuck that
I ain't got a home so he nibbles on my nut sack
And my butt crack, toes, and elbows
My nutz is froze
Fuck you hoes
So I made a friend like me, a snow man
He was down with the clown like a blow man
Had a hat and eyes outta charcoal
And a pipe, we fill it with endow
Me and him sang songs in the snowflakes
He ate snowballs, I ate cornflakes
And we both would freeze are ballz off
I was there every time his head fallz off
I put it back on for him with a smile
He was my boy, made from a snow pile
Then the storm came, a blizzard
Snow, wind, ice, a blizzard
We pulled through we hid in an alley
The next day it was like sunny valley
He was meltin I was just fine
He got pissed and pulled out a nine

"If I'm gonna die you should come with me
Cuz we boyz" (gunshot) It hit me
Damn I'm dien, I'm dead he got his wish
And all I got was another red Christmas

"Sighlent night,
Violent fight
Now I'm dead
One to the head
Christmas this year seemed so whack"

Happy New Year bitch boy
I got a new Years resolution
For your chicken ass mutha to kiss my mutha fucken ass, Woo!

Jingle Bellz, Jingle Bellz jingle all the way
Pass your fucken mom up it's the ICP don't play, hey
Wicked Clown, Wicked Clown bitches drop your drawers
Don't talk back just suck my sack and fiddle with my ballz

Yeah, ICP, Southwest for life,
Christmas time know what I'm sayin,
Mr. Chris Cringle, you fat bitch, mutha fucka never came,
shit, I'm a slap your across your red ass face mutha fucka, ugh
Southwest down

So there you are, your sittin there just kinda chillen
A richie boy, you look a little bit like Dillon
The 90210 bitch with the funny hair
So I'm a change a few things around here and there
Start with your eyes, I pluck 'em out your head
And pull your ballz out your sack and put 'em there instead
Then I'll stab all your toes and stick 'em in your nose
And pull the hair out your head until your skull shows
Yeah I'm a psychic I gotta fix you for the show tonight
But your lips man they need to look right
They could be a little fatter, even more
So fucken fat that your lip is dragen on the floor
Tie your tongue into a knot and stretch it out
And tack a sign on it tellin what your all about
Set you up cuz now your ready
So open up the door
Cuz at the House of Wonders your the freak show
Carnival Thrills
Carnival Chills
Carnival Excites you
Carnival Kills
Ah, ooh, ah, oh
Another freak show from the jagalagalo (2x) So there you are
Come on in chicky wow, ain't you a pretty?
I stick a dart with the silicone and see your titty
I pull it out, put it in your forehead and cheek
So now you look like the elephant bitch freak
Don't try to run chicky poo, I'm just gettin started
I beat your head in with the brick until your half retarded
Remember the ugly girl you laughed at, at the prom?
Don't try to laugh now bitch you look like her mom
It came to Tuesday but it's starin at
I stuff you full of chili cheese dogs and make you fat
Then I stretch your fucken lips and stick em in your ear
So all the evil shit you talk, only you can hear
I shave you bald and glue your titty on the top
Then I spin ya on your nipple until you drop
Hey, almost read Jump Steady?
Open the door
Cuz at the House of Wonders your the freak show
Carnival Thrills
Carnival Chills
Carnival Excites you
Carnival Kills
Ah, ooh, ah, oh
Another freak show from the jagalagalo

Um well J that was an interesting Halloween Story
Um anybody else have another Halloween story they'd like to share with the class?
I have another one
Well you have just told your story J
So what bitch, you sit here every day and tell stories
I'll tell a story in this mutha fucka
J
See he doesn't want me to tell my story
Cuz he know my story, it's about Mr. Rotten Treats
All your parents know my story too
They don't tell you about him though
Long ago they all killed Mr. Rotten Treats
They're scared that you'll talk about 'em, they're scared that
He'll come back from the dead, they're all scared
he'll cut your fucken ass
Welcome too, the other side
That's what they told me when I died
I was stabbed in the head
Look what ya done dead
All the blood bled, one juggalo dead
It was a cold, dark, scary Halloween night
So they came and burn down my world
Just because I like to murder they boys and girls
It was the Halloween I never meant to harm no one
I thought you were supposed to murder it was all in fun
I see the monsters and the goblins I'm a killer to
But then they call me sick so what was I supposed to do?
I come back from the other side
I come for the people that took away my life
Trick or treat bitch, my dead body speaks
You tricked me now it's only right that you try my rotten treats
Trick or treat, trick or treat
Watch as the dead man walks the street (2x) Mr. Rotten Treats got all the good shit
over here boys and girls, I got balls freshly
picked form Detroit's biggest nut sacks, I got
Milky bar with the delicious razor blade filling
I got fudge freshly packed from the worlds rarest fudge packer Must return to the other side
But not before I take these bitches on a murder ride
Murder go Round the dead body clown
Put the treats in your mouth, and swish it around
Excuse me little boy, but is your daddy home?
Thank you sonny here's a little treat now run along
Hey buddy, you thought I was dead, man
You probably stuffed the fucken shank in my head
It was the Halloween I never meant to harm no one
I thought you were supposed to murder it was all in fun
I see the monsters and the goblins I'm a killer to
But then they call me sick so what was I supposed to do?
I see you to the other side
Your buddies and your neighbors can come along for the ride
Weak bitches, you thought that you had me beat
But this Halloween I'm commin back with my Rotten Treats
Trick or treat, trick or treat
Watch as the dead man walks the street (2x)
Mr. Rotten Treats runs this bitch, bitch, I got
Fried titty nipples, sweet acid drops, sweet
chocolate covered nipple nuggets with the fresh creamy
shit filling, ask about my bitch she loves my
cookie dough nut dribbles It was the Halloween I never meant to harm no one
I thought that you were supposed to murder it was all in fun
I seen the monsters and the goblins I'm a killer too
But then they call me sick so what was I supposed to do? Welcome to the other side

The first little piggy, his house is made of wood, The first little piggy, his house is made of wood,
He lives in a chicken turkey piggy neighborhood.
He likes to fuck his sister, and drink his moonshine,
A typical redneck filthy fuckin' swine!
I rode into town with my ax in my holster,
Everybody knows about the wicked piggy roaster.
The sheriff at the border, he tried to take me out,
I drew my ax with the quickness, and cut his Adams apple out!
Walked in the village, and to the piggy's place,
He opened up his door, and shot me in the face.
It blew me off the porch, and blew my head in half,
But I'm a Juggalo, so it only made me laugh. (Hehe!)
Ax in hand, I rose like the dead,
And threw with all my might, I made a thump noise off his head.
Since we out west, I grabbed the shot gun,
And blew his fuckin' tongue out the back of his cranium! Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie.
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy cry.
I might use a gun, (No!)
I might use an ax, (yes!)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks!
The second little piggy, his house is made of brick,
And this little piggy is a mutha fuckin' dick.
He lays down his rules and reads you your rights
In that funny Lookin car with the little blinkin lights
I drive a Voultswagon bug 17 deal
Packed full of juggalo's lights out and we creep
To the piggy station and lay on the horn
First one out we blow his lungs out his uniform
Now the air kazoo like Starkey and Hutch
But there's only 2 of them the rest are out to lunch
They call up Dunkin Doughnuts to gather up the rest
25 piggy's with they bullet proof vests
Lead 'em on a chase, they blowin off rounds
Now they all front cuz we at the carney grounds
And they gettin swallowed by they very own greed
Dark Carnival and Wicked Clownz cuz we need Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie
There's nothin like the sound when you hear a piggy cry
I might use a gun, (NO!)
I might use an ax, (YES!)
The carnival's in town come and get your piggy snacks (2x) The last little piggy, his house is made of gold, He lives in a mansion on his own private road, I started
walking down it, the guard he told me wait, I broke his fucken neck in 2 and slammed his nuts in the gate! Cuz this little piggy, must defiantly fry, I'm a lop his nugget
off and toss it in the sky. And then I watch the moon take the form of the devil, And pull it out the sky, and beat it with a shovel. People in my city, they fight for they
meals, He sleeps on a mattress stuffed with hundred dollar bills. A ritchie is the devil, he never really made it, So I'm a cut his hand off and slap his face wit' it.
Opened up his door, he's sleeping in his bed, I grabbed a brick, and roller-laid it upside his head. He begged for his life, I told him it's too late, And tied his neck in a
knot and watched him suffocate, cuz I need Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie
There's nothin like the sound when you hear a piggy cry
I might use a gun, (NO!)
I might use an ax, (YES!)
The carnival's in town come and get your piggy snacks

Maggots can't fuck with the Shaggy
Cuz I got a crew
Bitch, a crew like you ain't never even known
Carnival freaks from the ghetto zone
All waiten for the day to put you in your place
I had the fat bearded lady sitten on your face
Bitch boy bitchy you might get hurt
Dead Carnival clown puttin in w-w-w-work
You think you the shit cuz you think you to the upper hand
But why don't you come and meet my boy the strong man
And he'll grab you by the head and squeeze until it pops
And shake your mutha fucken neck until your head flops
Cuz I'm runnin with the bianja mutha fucks
I'll make a voodoo doll of ya, and flick your nuts
See I was born to cause a kid like Carny Ruckus
I came out the neden and started to choke ya mutha fuckas
I leave the school drop a stick in half way out your dome
The worst part is, I'm Not Alone
Jokers and freaks deep in the night
Thought I was a nerd but ya picked the wrong fight
J-J-J-J-J-Jimmy cracked corn but they don't care
They bust ya in the mutha fucken mouth with a chair (2x) I'm a nerd, and all the bitches call me a nerdy geek
And they would love to stick they thumbtacks on my seat
And they would throw they spit balls at the class freak
And everyone of them bitches died in there sleep
Cuz I fuck around with books and the severed barn
Crystal balls, black magic and jokers cards
And that night just when I'm feeling lonely
The clowns come to my bed and juggle for me
So don't fuck with the Shaggs cuz I cast spells
And don't come cryin to me when your tongue swells
I'm hangin with freak shows, like Crab Boy, Snake Boy, Flipper and Scab Boy
And a man who can eat his own fucken face
And then shit it out and stick it back into place
If you don't think so you can suck my bone
Cuz I tried tellin ya man, I'm Not Alone Jokers and freaks deep in the night
Thought I was a nerd but ya picked the wrong fight
J-J-J-J-J-Jimmy cracked corn but they don't care
They bust ya in the mutha fucken mouth with a chair (2x) Well I like to hang with Tall Jess and Jump Steady
Nate The Mack and Violent J and Uncle Freddy
Chunky Mutha Fucky and Scott got my respect
A freak show from the circus that you don't know
And I fucked the Lion Lady in the neden hole
And sometime she do an acrobatic flip on my nuts
And it feels so good
So tell your boys that the yellow beats are jump circuits
I walk around your neighborhood chokin mutha fuckas
I used to be a fool but then the jokers got juice
Shit changed when I started hanging out with Zeus
And if you take me out you know I'm commin back again
With my homeboys Jack and the Cannon Man
He come flyin out the barrel doin Mock 9
With his fist commin straight for your spine
Never fuck with the Shaggs cuz it's always ticken
I throw a curse and turn your ass into a chicken
So when you see me by my lonely in the ghetto zone
Mutha fucka better realize, I'm Not Alone Jokers and freaks deep in the night
Thought I was a nerd but ya picked the wrong fight
J-J-J-J-J-Jimmy cracked corn but they don't care
They bust ya in the mutha fucken mouth with a chair

Chillen at the studio
Chillen at the studio 85 bucks an hour
I'm Violent J but my homies call me shit head
But that's my homies to you I'm Violent J bitch
I put my boys on a track even though they suck
"Yo dawg I'm Dave and I don't five a fuck"
I did a record deal I signed a contract
Technically, for Island I can only rap
But fuck that, with Twiztid I'm a still spit
Even though I got a cold, and I sound like shit
What the fuck was that?
Fuck it, leave it in, the shit is phat
You hear the beat 80 times and it's still freakin
And if you notice my shit don't even rhyme
Look at that
I ain't even got a rap and it's still phat
My shit went gold, I got phat knots
And your still flyering parkin lots
You might say my vocals are up to loud
So I'm a turn 'em up louder just to piss you off!
Psychopathic records are geniuses
Get off are penises
Here comes the chorus, but I ain't got a no hook
Instead I'll just fuck with the phone book Hello?
Yeah, ugh Hairy Sacks please
Who's this?
Hairy, hey this is slim anus down at the cannery
Ugh, take shoot at the bulletin
Somethin about ugh, you fillin in his slot tonight
down at the ugh, garage we got a casement of fudge
We need as many packers as we can get
Duh, ugh, Sacks
Hello? My name is Jamie Madricks and I got fat balls
I'm always urinating in the Motel Halls
I got a big head that never fits a hat
So you ain't ever seein me wear a damn thing green bitch
I'm far from rich, I got a hoop tie
With a smash in the fender and the back to
I got a broken tail light and I'll smash you
Bitch get outta my way we got Clown Love
Phat props to the lyrical town dove It's the m-o, n-o, and I can't even spell the rest
It takes to long and I need a fucken cigarette
I can't hear my right ears mad whack
So shut the fuck up or get and ass kicked
I slap hoes, and call them bitches to there faces
And scream out FUCK OFF BITCH, Twiztid in their place
So back off recognize and check this
Simply my dear I don't give a FUCK Psychopathic
Yo there's more chilles in this peace what's up son?
Hello?
Yeah what's up son? I'm Lookin for this deal
know what I'm sayin?
I got raps to bust for ya'll
Ya'll ready for Mo Chile's?
I'm bout to kick this flow, you ready to kick it or what?
Who's this?
Were light son, I'm Mo Chiles straight from the hood
I got all my peoplez on 1-800 and Chris Shaw
We commin home My names 2 Dope and sometimes Shaggy
Sometimes Shaggs and sometimes Gweedy
I gets mad stupid, I gets mad ill
I done it all five, fuck it
I do it still
Stretch my nuts back like a slingshot and plant 'em in your mouth
Shake my hips like Elvis
Wigglin my pelvis
I skipped a step
Apply the camera clutches stretch it back like a mutha fucken bungy jump
WHAT? I'm Violent J back to make you smile more
I let my nut sack drag on the tile floor
I kick free styles for miles
My gold comes in piles
I worked on Bell Isle
I picked up dear shit
And now I spit raps
I snap your neck
Cuz my freestyles are fresh

Fuck dam nit, another Halloween
People on Military know what this means
Houses on fire, their blowin up cars
Creatures on the streets, and razor blades, and candy bars Went to trick or treat the first house on my block
Spit in my face and gave me a rock
I tried to give it back and said I'll take nothing instead
Turned around and walked away and felt the rock peg me in the head Walked to the next house directly next door
And there I found an old lady dead on the floor
I said excuse me miss, but do you have a treat?
She lifted her leg and scraped flakes off her dead feat I ran to the next house happy and gitty
There I seen a fat woman holding up her titty
I said "Trick or treat" she said "Treat or trick"
And squeezed on her titty until it fucken.....sick The next house I was at back in the woods
I was a little frightened but I want the goods
I knocked on the door, I heard a knock back
And then I heard "Come in" and yo I'm like, Fuck That! This house belongs to Mrs. Cherry spoon
She said "Drop your drawers your treat is commin soon"
I quickly grew a stiffy but kept my eye's shut
A hand came out the mail shoot and flicked me in the nuts I wobbled to the next house ready for the worst
And chillen in the drive was a long black horse
I rung the door-bell and said "Is anybody home?"
Of course little boy have a sugar coated candy stone I walked in the field and to the next crib
It's friendly Mrs. Wither bee in her cooking bib
I said "How bout some candy?"
She said "How bout instead, a nice hot fresh home made loaf of yeast infection bread" My bag became heavy so I rest on the curb
And riding on his bike, here comes little Larry Shurd
I snuck up behind him, and kicked 'em off his seat
I punched 'em in the neck and power bombed 'em in the street Now my sack of candy has doubled in size
Up to the next house for my scary prize
I'm like Trick or Treat, Trick, Treat, Tricky, Dink
He opened up the door slapped my lips and didn't give me shit Rock through his window and ran across the street
To the big mansion I'm in for a treat
I dinged on the dong, and here comes the butler
A big silpy, tall ass lurch muther fucker
I said "Hello Mr. is there somethin for my sack?"
He reached into his pocket but I think he hurt his back
It's taken him an hour, my bag is open ready
Then he finally dropped it in my sack, a fucken penny The next house is abandoned so forget it
But wait a minute I think somebody's livin in it
I ran up to the porch Trick or Treat you can't hide
It was a crack head he crawled in my bag and died The next house was mine, the last on the block
My mothers sitting on the porch shinning up her glock
I climbed on the roof with my brother Jump Steady
We yelled HAPPY HALLOWEEN AND CLOWN LOVE TO THE WHOLE CITY Fuck dam nit, another Halloween
People on Military know what this means
Houses on fire, their blowin up cars
Creatures on the streets, and razor blades, and candy bars

Yeah what you need?
Yeah let me get a large order of fries and ugh
No fries
Excuse me?
No fries man
Oh, well must be out then
All right then give me a large double slam and...
Nope
What? Can't do it
Why not?
No meat
No meat man damn
All right then, I'll take a salad then
Better grow yourself one
What's that?
We ain't got no damn salad man
Ah, well then what the hell do you have?
We got the Dog beats
Oh yeah the Dog beats huh?
Yup
All right, then I'll take an order of that to go then

Inner City Posse's got the Dog beats
ICP we got the Dog beats
No you don't stop with the funk from the old days
Start on your head as the beat plays
Yo, the ICP has got the Dog beats
Inner City Posse and were playin for keeps
And I know you likin' this funk
Cuz I can hear my voice commin out your trunk
Of your ride, don't take me for a sucker
You leavin untended I'm a take the mutha 2 to the D to the o-p-e
Hittin 03 with the ICP
I like bass, treble, and the test up
Throw kick it in the back of a Sector Bus
With that 40-O
Or that Straw Bull
Shootin' craps in the back of the liquor store
And I'm hittin, and we'll keep it at that
You out Joe?
Nope, 2 Dope at that Rollin and I'm headin for the Clark Park
Just finished shootin 8 with the dark shark
Seen the freak with the bright white tank top
Keep rollin cuz I know I'll see my bank drop
Homeboy if you wanna keep your ritches
Stay the hell away from them more money
From the truck to the bikers to the jeeps
The ICP has got the Dog beats Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-yeah
Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-Yeah (4x) Street lights glarin off the windshield
Mere coke crackers on the general wheel
6 Pack in the back and a thousand
Keep the sounds up find skate 1 thousand
Dope gotta keep his own style Home made kicken box 4 tendance Posse P make the whole car hopp
When we let the bass drop Inner City Posse's got the bad rep
Like my man on the crushes took a big step
And I can't stand the neighborhood menace
So I swell his chin like Rocky Denise
Bass in the car somethin stacks
I now hear me roamin them Pontiac
Everyone's brittle when the bass rocks
So I got a little somethin in the glove box Long black hair with the white rag
40 cent Faygo in a brown bag
Jump Steady, Rude Boy, and Nate The Mack
Chillen by my side cuz my Posse's stacked
I know I'm gettin famous just think for a minute
Stole the car radio and my tape was in it
Sounds bringin life to the streets
The ICP got the Dog beats Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-yeah
Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-Yeah (4x)
Inner City Posse got the Dog beats (HIT IT) (3x)
Is in the house Waiten at the light as my bass thumps
And I'm gettin jacked by these local chumps
They point, they wave, they stare, they look
I been jacked so hard I could write a book
Violent J down with the pimp daddy's (3x)
Smooth plush rides in the velvet caddie's
All the way live down Jefferson
Inner City Posse's got the best of them
With a tape and your system beat
ICP has got the Dog beats
Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-yeah
Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-Yeah (4x)
Inner City Posse got the Dog beats
ICP we got the Dog beats (4x)

Staring at the ceiling, the roof has a face
It's telling me I don't belong with the human race
He's askin me to join him, in eternal sleep
I give him my soul, my body he can keep
Reaching just above me , I see my pillow's there
But yet I have no head, my head is on the chair
I'm starring at my body, I look as if I'm weak
So give me back my soul, my body you can keep Sitting on my lawn
It's just before dawn
I listen to the screaming, another life is gone
I'm playing with the children, children of the dead
My mother say's their evil, my daddy give a shit Their eyeballs are bloody, their skin is ever pale
Their askin me to follow, I shale, I shale
They dress me as a clown, I'm screamin as a loon
We dance upon the cemetery, underneath the moon
Here I come there I go, I'm a night walker
I'm starin at you sleepin through your window like a stalker
I'm taping on the glass, I lick it with my tongue
I notice that the house is vacant, I'm starin at no one
I must of fell asleep, I woke up on the floor
Underneath the carpet, underneath the boards
I'm gagged with a dead rat, I lay for many weeks
The rat comes back to life,
and is chewing on my cheeks
Coming is my helper, tangling my brain
Something's very wrong I can't describe this pain
I'm calling for my mother, I'm crawling up the stairs
My mothers laughing at me, and she's been dead for years
I'm falling down the stair case, tumble to the floor
I land up in the attic, next to the cellar door
I'm play with the pigeons, they tell me many lies
They tell me I'll have wings if I let them peck my eyes I hear a woman's voice calling from the dirt
I plat my little seed, and slowly she will spurt
And now she is a tree, I hear the heart pound
I take her in my arms, and we make love to the sound
The wind is my ebony blowing evil thoughts
Carrying the demons soaring with the heart
I put it in my body, the wind will bring the rain
Only lay it's demon egg, deep inside my brain
They're calling me a killer, I say that I'm not
My daddy's tried to kill me ever since I was a tot
By poisoning my bottle, I feed it to my friend
Cuz if he dies my buddy our friendship will never end
I'm sitting with the darkness, talking to the dark
It's singing lullabies, and stringing out the harp
I notice that the floor is warm of acid
It's cuz I'm sitting in my stomach
Mental Warp