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Insane Clown Posse (ICP)

Ghetto Freak Show

Wicked clowns in the moonlight creeping

Slide through your window under your bed

Crawl in through your ear, eat your head

Bumping into bones cuz I need light

Tip-toeing down through your windpipe

Climbing down your spine was the fun part

Looky looky and I think I see your fucking heart

Uh huh so I'm stabbing like it ain't nothing

Wicked clown cut his way out your belly button

I'm like a vulture waiting in a dark place

Swooping down and I'm picking at your dead face

I'm sick but you don't know the whole deal

No one ever loved me and they never will

Bitch, I take you out on a blind date

But then they find you dead under a wooden crate

Rapped in a bag deep in the woods

Cause my mother always said I was no good

Locked me in a closet, fed me dog shit

Well, I'm out now, so motherfucker watch it

The insanity's grip will never let go

Here's your chance to a glimpse of a ghetto freak show

I'd rather be dead...ghetto freak show...

I'm a freak show coming to your house

Standing at your porch, chewing on a dead mouse

I'm looking like a fly so you swat me

Keep chasing me even though you got me

So what you wanna do to a ghetto thug

First you starve me and feed me them fuckin' drugs

Turn me into a wicked, wicked cat

I'm coming to your house, so catch ya catch ya clown

Gotta have a fucking throat, hatchet once, hatchet twice

Gotta have the governor, the richer fucker, pay the price

Driving with your woman, that's sweet

Never even know I'm in the back seat

Chat chit-chat about the weather

But then I slam they fucking heads together

Is it jealousy, they never loved me

So now I'm ripping out your guts and it's ugly

I'm trapped, don't wanna be a rich man

Not a poor man, I need my own land

Because the rich man be stressing all the dumb stuff

They cut there fucking wrists if the grass ain't green enough

Right there in your face, you can't tag it

Just found out your son is a faggot

Dick-sucking, butt-fucking homo man

If ya stressing then you better talk to mojo man

Insanity's grip will never let go

Here's your chance to catch a glimpse of a ghetto freak show

I'd rather be dead...ghetto freak show

Ahaha, Violent J, the Ghetto Freak Show

He's still alive

The ultimate amazing freak show

Is here on the Carnival of Carnage

Line up and see him

Lived years in the slums

And he's still alive to tell about

Line up and see him

He's nasty, he's disgusting

He's filthy, he is a freak show

And you can see him live at the

Carnival of Carnage

You, young man

You look like you could use a viewing

Of a good freak show

Line up, bring your sister, your brother

And see the ghetto freak show

Violent J is still alive

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