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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Riddle Box - Lyrics - The Riddle Box - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Riddle Box
Album: The Riddle Box
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark, William Dail

Lyric:
Ladies and gentlemen welcome to your death
Now let's see where you're headed
Turn the crank and experience what's in store for you
Deep within the mighty riddle box

Da joke's on you! Riddle box
Da joke's on you! Riddle box

Wicked wicked wicked wicked clowns
Hey, I'm violent J and I'm here
Well I'm here to kick you all ass
We, the wicked juggalos
We juggle those who live like hoes and chose
The express route, one way
Straight down the spiral twist to the riddle box

Da joke's on you! Riddle box
Da joke's on you! Riddle box
Da joke's on you! Riddle box
Da joke's on you! Riddle box

Hey, what's up motherfucker?
This is 'Shaggs Two Dope' congratulate you
For openin' the box, the riddle box
It looks like you received your prize
The cost? Well the cost was your life! Bitch boy

Da joke's on you! Riddle box
Da joke's on you! Riddle box

Tell me sir, what can you do?
It looks like the joke's on you
C'mon on down and turn the crank
Let's see where your soul will spend the rest of eternity



What's it gonna be, mister? Heaven or Hell?
The bonus or the bones
Turn the crank and let's find out
C'mon on down, mister, you don't have
Anything to be scared of do you, sir?

So what's gonna pop out of the mighty riddle box?
Spin the crank and let's find out, whadda you say?
Step right up, who's first?
Who's brave enough to step into their new eternal destiny?
Surely someone must be confident
That their life wasn't totally evil
Step right

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

12 - Lyrics - The Riddle Box - Insane Clown Posse

Title: 12
Album: The Riddle Box
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark, William Dail

Lyric:
Awake awake awake awake
Revenge is mine
Twelve people will die tonight

Guilty guilty guilty
Guilty guilty guilty
Guilty guilty guilty

Now I've woken, been reborn
Though I have just until dawn
I remember every face
Spirits show me every place
First one sleeps inside his bed
Place my fingers on his head
To each temple, push and smother
Till my fingers touch each other

Next one makes love to his wife
Only wish to take his life
For his family's done no wrong
Place his children on the lawn
Tell the Mrs. leave the room
Lest she wish to witness doom
Grab the squirmy, filthy goat
And shove the dresser down his throat

I must quickly use my gift
Next to work the midnight shift
Drinking coffee in the back
I will listen to them chat
Hear them speaking of my death
Hear the laughter in their breath
But the laughter quickly died
When their heads collide

You're gonna die
You're gonna die
You're gonna die
You're gonna die

You're gonna die
You're gonna die
You're gonna die
You're gonna die

You're gonna die
You're gonna die
You're gonna die
You're gonna die

You're gonna die
You're gonna die
You're gonna die
You're gonna die

Now my anger's growing worse
Next one's working as a nurse
Have to make a doctor's call
Drag my body down the hall
Grab a scalpel and a blade
Time to play the nurse's aid
Operate, then strap her down
Carve her face into a clown

Killed another, then three more
Now we're down to only four
This man drives a taxi cab
'Nother wicked life to grab
Screaming that he thought I'd died
Let's go for a taxi ride
In the wreck of twisted steel
The steering wheel becomes his meal

This man watches his TV
Scanning channels endlessly
Stops at station fourty four
It's the wicked clown show
Watch me juggle, watch me dance
In 3D watch me enhance
Watch me crawl out from the screen
And squeeze your neck until you're green

You're gonna die
You're gonna die
You're gonna die
You're gonna die

You're gonna die
You're gonna die
You're gonna die
You're gonna die

You're gonna die
You're gonna die
You're gonna die
You're gonna die

You're gonna die
You're gonna die
You're gonna die
You're gonna die

Time time time time
Time time time time
Time time time time

Even though there's just one left
I feel my bones becoming stiff
And now I wander endlessly
The spirits have abandoned me
My limbs are falling piece by piece
My ears and fingers in the street
But still you see no morning sun
And here's my victim's early run

Quickly grab him from behind
Round his neck with fishing twine
Keep him still and pull the string
Watch his head go bobbling
Listen to my riddle song
Even though my crime was wrong
Murder me just for your law
And I'll be back for all of y'all

You're gonna die
You're gonna die
You're gonna die
You're gonna die
You're gonna die
You're gonna die
And I'll be back for all a y'all
...

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Intro (Riddle Box) - Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Intro (Riddle Box)
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Christopher Young

Lyric:
To all that are receiving this broadcast, we are now entering the
Thirteenth hour of continuing cloud coverage
This ongoing event has now been upgraded to a national emergency
It has been a sleepless night past 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 Honolulu
Miami to Fairbanks the expansion of the cloud has subsided

But a wall of darkness and artificial night still grips the land
Witnesses now tell us thousands upon thousands of people
Are emerging from sewers everywhere their faces are painted
And 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 there action

It's like a guiding force is giving them supernatural stamina
The immense crowd of clowns are now on the move all in unison
Moving in one direction towards an unknown destination
Almost as if they see what others cannot heeding an inaudible call
That silently pierces this calm before the storm

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Friday, August 13, 2010

Intro [Hidden Track] - Lyrics - The Riddle Box - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Intro [Hidden Track]
Album: The Riddle Box
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Christopher Young

Lyric:
To all that are receiving this broadcast, we are now entering the
Thirteenth hour of continuing cloud coverage
This ongoing event has now been upgraded to a national emergency
It has been a sleepless night past 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 Honolulu
Miami to Fairbanks the expansion of the cloud has subsided

But a wall of darkness and artificial night still grips the land
Witnesses now tell us thousands upon thousands of people
Are emerging from sewers everywhere their faces are painted
And 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 there action

It's like a guiding force is giving them supernatural stamina
The immense crowd of clowns are now on the move all in unison
Moving in one direction towards an unknown destination
Almost as if they see what others cannot heeding an inaudible call
That silently pierces this calm before the storm

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Lil' Somthin' Somthin' - Lyrics - The Riddle Box - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Lil' Somthin' Somthin'
Album: The Riddle Box
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark, William Dail

Lyric:
Mr. Jackson, what are you talking about?
Well, I've heard about those parties, they're immoral
Mr. Jackson, I thought you were respectable gentlemen
Now, don't give me that respectable gentlement bullshit
You little bitch
Mr. Jackson?
Now, stop playing dumb, you dizzy cunt

Hey baby, I heard you like to freak
Then come out to play with me
Baby, I heard you like to freak
Then come out to play with me

Hey, what's up, I'm new in town
I work for the circus, Shaggy the Clown
Anyway, ole girl, I seen you around
I guess I'm trying to say that I wanna be down, hey
We had ice cream, sat in the park
I walked her all the way home when it got dark
She took me inside and when the door shut
Next thing you know I had my nuts in her butt, uhh

I wanna bitch whose down to fuck right away
And even does my homies if it's okay
A little bitch that's down with a quicky
I love chicky chicky, I ain't being picky though
So you might be a little bit fat
You might even stink a bit, I don't mind that
Even if you don't fuck on the first date
Just put my nuts in your mouth and I'll stay

I need a gir that just don't give a fuck
So, I'm caught strokin' her mom, I mean, so what
A little skins here and there, ain't nothing
I just need a bitch whose down with a lil' somethin', somethin'

Hey baby, I heard you like to freak
Then come out to play with me
Baby, I heard you like to freak
Then come out to play with me

My name's Violent J, so I can't fuck around
Who's the dirtiest bitch in the whole town?
There she go, she workin' at Dairy Queen
Bitch couldn't be a day over fifteen
So I do her in the butt like that
I hit it so quick, I made her butt-cheeks clap
Why wait around till she gets married
'Cause I'm ready as long as the neden's hairy

Tootsie-tootsie pumpkin pie, oops
Looks like you got nut in your eye
My fault, I didn't notice, you was still there
Now go and wash that shit out your hair, bitch
I want a girl not afraid to bone
Even if her momma's and pop's still home
And if her daddy suddenly walks in
He just might see me my nuts on his daughter's chin

Everybody in the hood says that you're easy
You look a little cracked out, a little sleasy
You're a basehead, baby, it ain't shit
I'm still down if you down for a lil' somethin', somethin'
A lil' somethin', somethin'

Hey baby, I heard you like to freak
Then come out to play with me
Baby, I heard you like to freak
Then come out to play with me

Bitch, let me hit, I won't be long
As soon as I nut, I'm gone
Bitch, let me hit, I won't be long
As soon as I nut, I'm gone

Bitch, let me hit, I won't be long
As soon as I nut, I'm gone
Bitch, let me hit, I won't be long
As soon as I nut, I'm gone

Hey baby, I heard you like to freak
Then come out to play with me
Baby, I heard you like to freak
Then come out to play with me

Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey

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Interview - Lyrics - The Riddle Box - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Interview
Album: The Riddle Box
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark, William Dail

Lyric:
"Hello, how you doin'?"
"I'm here with the Insane Clown Posse, I.C.P."
"How you guys doin'?"

"Well, uh, okay"
"I understand that you guys are from Detroit"

"Uh, yea, okay"
"Why don't ah?"
"Why don't you tell us something about the group?"

"Alright, alright, ah"
"Any long term goals?"

"Oh sure, yea, yea"
"How 'bout our solo projects?"
"Any solo stuff to look forward to?"
"Ha, ha ha ha"

"Well, well, okay, okay"
"Well, ah, thanks for coming by and, ah"
"We look forward to seeing you again, uhu"
"Thanks a lot, bye bye"

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Dead Body Man - Lyrics - The Riddle Box - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Dead Body Man
Album: The Riddle Box
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark, William Dail

Lyric:
Dead bodies, dead bodies all over the street
Fifty-five, sixty-five bodies at least
I hang with the stiffs till the break of dawn
I'm always finding bodies when I'm mowing the lawn

Drag 'em in the house, throw 'em in the oven
Wicked clown lovin' that dead body grubbin'
Tastes like chicken finger lickin' deep fried
I ate a dead body, but don't tell, I lied

I just ate my first dead body last week
Still got a finger nail caught in my teeth
Before you start yellin' and cursin' my name
Remember something's wrong with my brain, insane

Second I was born, doctor threw me against the wall
Kicked open the doors and he whipped me down the hall
I'm slidin' and I'm bouncin' off shit like a hockey puck
And my mother's like, "What the fuck?"

He said I was born of an alien race
Born with a hatchet and a juggalo face
But I'm not a Martian, you wouldn't understand
I'm just a dead body man

We got bodies, dead bodies
We got fat ones, skinny ones
Males, females, hermaphrodites
We got somebodies, we got nobodies
Bodies, bodies, bodies, whoo!

Dead bodies, dead bodies in the back of my van
All the little kiddies love the dead body man
I drive through my neighborhood ringin' my bell
Some people run, 'cause they don't like the smell

Others line up just as quick as they can
To try to catch a glimpse of the dead body man
It's all good, if you can stand the funk, but uh
Just don't look in the trunk

I drive down Central kickin' the bass
Chillin' with my freaks and I'm pickin' her face
Maggots and bugs like to crawl on her head
'Cause my bitch is dead, I'd rather die instead

Of a hoe you can't trust, always diggin' a nut
A dead body bitch learn to keep her mouth shut
Ridin' in the back is my dead body crew
Only they can never think of nothin' to do

If you think I'm sick take a look at yourself
You got dead deer heads up on your shelf
On your key chain is a little baby rabbit's hand
I'm just the dead body man

We also collect dead bodies
So, if you know any dead people
Or you yourself are plannin' on dyin' soon
We'll be happy to come to your house and pay cash for it
We appreciate good healthy stiffs for our dinner
Woo hoo!

Call me the dead body man
(Someone give 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man
(Just sell 'em to me)

Call me the dead body man
(You can mail 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man
(Br-bring 'em to me)

Call me the dead body man
(Won't ya give 'em to me?)
Call me the dead body man
(You can sell 'em to me)

Call me the dead body man
(Just mail 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man
(Br-bring 'em to me)

Call me the dead body man
(You can give 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man
(You can sell 'em to me)

Call me the dead body man
(Won't ya mail 'em to me?)
Call me the dead body man
(You can bring 'em to me)

Call me the dead body man
Call me the dead body man

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Sunday, August 22, 2010

Cemetery Girl - Lyrics - The Riddle Box - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Cemetery Girl
Album: The Riddle Box
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark, William Dail

Lyric:
"Hello, how you doin'?"
"I'm here with the Insane Clown Posse, I.C.P."
"How you guys doin'?"

"Well, uh, okay"
"I understand that you guys are from Detroit"

"Uh, yea, okay"
"Why don't ah?"
"Why don't you tell us something about the group?"

"Alright, alright, ah"
"Any long term goals?"

"Oh sure, yea, yea"
"How 'bout our solo projects?"
"Any solo stuff to look forward to?"
"Ha, ha ha ha"

"Well, well, okay, okay"
"Well, ah, thanks for coming by and, ah"
"We look forward to seeing you again, uhu"
"Thanks a lot, bye bye"

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

The Killing Fields - Lyrics - The Riddle Box - Insane Clown Posse

Title: The Killing Fields
Album: The Riddle Box
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark, William Dail

Lyric:
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

And 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 'cause 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

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?
You could go to hell, what shall it be?
You could go to hell, what shall it be?
You could go to hell, what shall it be?
You could go to hell

Come, come on down, down
Come, come on down, down
Come, come on down, down
Come, come on down, down

Come, come on down, down
Come, come on down, down
Come, come on down, down
Come, come on down, down

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Headless Boogie - Lyrics - The Riddle Box - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Headless Boogie
Album: The Riddle Box
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark, William Dail

Lyric:
Na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na

It's Friday night, dark, scary
Lonely walkin' through the park cemetery
And it's foggy, cold and smoggy
Hear a dog, a howlin' dogie

I'm scared, should've brought a shotgun
Would've, should've, but I ain't got one
But I'll watch my back, and what's that?
The caretaker, a dirty old hunchback

Better run, hide, quick, fast
It's comin' for my ass with a shovel
Nowhere to run or to hide but a grave pit
So I dove in, I did the dumb shit

Took a fall, even at six foot
Down the stairs hit a floor
And through a door
Into a whole new world of stiffs

Bodies, heads and sexy little dead chicks
Club lights, sounds bass
DJ's spinnin' with maggots on their face
But what I saw next that really took me
Uhh! They did the headless boogie

Hey, yo! I heard that you died
(Yea)
Fuck that! it's time to get live!
(Yea)
Dead bodies let's all take a ride
Lead to the left and slide!
(The headless boogie)

Hey, yo! I heard that you died
(Yea)
Fuck that! it's time to get live!
(Yea)
Dead bodies let's all take a ride
Lead to the left and slide!

Aww yea
We dug up the finest bitches
In the graveyard, so common down
And if you ain't come
To get your funk out
Then get the fuck out, bitch

They all stand straight
And swing to the side
(Uh!)
No heads, but they feet still glide
(Uh huh!)
Take a step back, twist and dive
(Yea!)
I even seen Kurt Cobain gettin' live

No heads, but they all funky
And drunk, drinkin' old spunky
Don't be shy, everyone's able
Hit the floor leave your nugget on the table

And kick step, but when you do kick soft
If they're dead, your legs might fall off
The whole time, I can't believe
I can't conceive I don't wanna leave

Hoo
I'm kickin' into a freak with no head
No face but the rest is straight
She's with it, I hit it like a G
Her back fell off ugh! Excuse me

Zombies, mummies and Frankenstein
Drinkin' cisco, disco dead wine
Dead stiffs, comin' through the door
Heads fingers, and limbs on the floor

I'm gettin' drunk, I wanna be down
What's up? I wanna be the headless clown!
(Heh hehe!)
They rolled out the jigsaw and got raw
That ended it all, I did the headless boogie

Hey, yo! I heard that you died
(Yea)
Fuck that! It's time to get live!
(Yea)
Dead bodies let's all take a ride
Lead to the left and slide!
(The headless boogie)

Hey, yo! I heard that you died
(Yea)
Fuck that! It's time to get live!
(Yea)
Dead bodies let's all take a ride
Lead to the left and slide!

Hey yo! Fuck that voodoo claw shit, bitch
You comin' freakin with the real dead juggalos
So come on by, and we'll chop your nugget off
So you can freak that shit

Hey, yo! I heard that you died
(That you died)
Fuck that! It's time to get live!
(Time to get live)
Dead bodies let's all take a ride
Lead to the left and slide!
(The headless boogie)

Hey, yo! I heard that you died.
(Yea)
Fuck that! It's time to get live!
(Oh yea)
Dead bodies let's all take a ride
Lead to the left and slide!
([inaudible])

Hey, yo! I heard that you died
(Yea)
Fuck that! It's time to get live!
(Yea)
Dead bodies let's all take a ride
Lead to the left and slide!
([inaudible] the headless boogie)

Hey, yo! I heard that you died
(Yea)
Fuck that! It's time to get live!
([inaudible] yea)
Dead bodies let's all take a ride
Lead to the left and slide!
([inaudible])
[inaudible]

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Joker'S Wild - Lyrics - The Riddle Box - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Joker'S Wild
Album: The Riddle Box
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark, William Dail

Lyric:
Welcome to another exciting episode of Del Ray's
Number one game show, The Joker's Wild!
Shaggy, tell us something about tonight's contestants
Hey, motherfuckers
Get ready for the killer show of this bitch
We gotta cop, we gotta judge, and we gotta redneck
So step the fuck up and play the Joker's Wild!"

Woohoo!
Everybody smile, guess who's back on your underground dial
It's the game show host with the most
And tonight we finna have a little pig roast

Cop copper, it's been a long while
Lace up your boots and come on down the aisle
Mr. Pig-Man packing that steel
But tonight, you ain't shit, now spin the fuckin' wheel

Looks good, nice try
Now let's see just how ya gonna die?
Lucky, lucky, he landed on Carpenter Jed
He just pounds nails in your forehead

The pig got lucky that time
But let's take a look who's next down the line
Oh, the 43rd District judge
Hey pal, remember me, you threw me in jail

Take a spin or I'll snap your neck
The clicker's landed, let me check
The Jokey, hey, it ain't bad at all
We just cut your face off and slap your skull

Who's next for the games and fun?
Hillbilly Earl, come on down, run
The redneck that sicked his dog on me
Now that's gonna cost you a spin, buddy

Spin around and around it goes
Staple your lips shut, cut off your toes
Then I throw your corpse on top of the pile
Anything goes on the Joker's Wild

Tell me who killed 17 people and later ate their dead bodies?
Jeffrey Dahmer
No, the correct answer would be your mother
Shaggs?
Aww, shit, motherfuckers
Get ready for round two of this bitch
So, if you want your fucking neckbone chopped
Step the fuck up and play the Joker's Wild!"

You like big money and prizes, don't ya
You'd probably kill for a big prize, won't ya
Ya little bitch, it's your turn to spin
Free money, now spin again

Oh goody, the unzip your drawers
I'm finna clip this chain on your balls
Raise ya upside down for the bang bada
Now we bust your head like a pinata

The audience loves that shit
Listen to 'em cheer when your forehead splits
Wait! Cut to a break, oh shit, d-damn ah
We got guts on the camera

The Joker's Wild is brought to you by, Faygo
Everybody sing!
Send your momma straight up to the store
Tell that bitch to bring home a Faygo

Welcome back to the Carnival Show
Here's your chance for the big money cash flow
Hit your buzzer, pull your lever
Joker, joker, lemon, we sever your head

Pick a door, one, two or three
It's the same behind every door, me
There's no escape, now gimme that bald head
The crowd can't help, look, they're all dead

At home they just watching your doom
We broadcast from hell to your living room
I ripped off his knuckle, wicked clown style
Anything goes on the Joker's Wild

It's time to play hit or miss
Contestant number one, open your mouth
Contestant number two, get ready
Will he hit or miss
He hit! What's next?
We got money, we got cash, we got prizes
We got blood, we got guts
We got naked dead bitches on the Joker's Wild

I got my yellow suit and my purple tie
Somebody's gonna die, oh my
It's Mr. Thompson, my next door neighbor
Always bitchin, yellin' from the kitchen window

See, he died and he went to hell though
We meet again, I got my own game show
Spin the wheel, cuz I just can't fuck around
Bonus round!

Oh shit, the end of the game
Bonus round, we goin' out with a bang
You gotta chance for money and prizes
You gotta chance at death, too

So get ready, I'm coming at'cha fast
Your chance for freedom at last
Four questions, so are you ready, Jack?
"Uh, I think so", load the gat

The cop in here?
Eats butt
Yes, the square root of two?
Uhh
Correct, nutsacs don't belong in?
Butt cracks
Right
Richboys eat?
Caviar
No, the correct answer's, bullets
Oh geez, this is Bink Chipperwink saying
"So long till next week folks
See ya later, goodbye"

That's it, go home

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

'Ol Evil Eye - Lyrics - The Riddle Box - Insane Clown Posse

Title: 'Ol Evil Eye
Album: The Riddle Box
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark, William Dail

Lyric:
Start the movie
I loved the old man
He had never wronged me
He had never given me insult
For his gold I had no desire
I think it was his eye
Yes, it was this
One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture
A pale, blue eye with a film over it
Whenever it fell upon me
My blood ran cold
And so, by degrees, very gradually
I made up my mind
To take the life of the old man
And thus rid myself of the eye forever

So I'm headed door to door
With my grandmother's cookie jar
I'm sellin' cookies, twelve for a dollar
I ring the doorbell, nobody wants any
I resort to goin' cheaper two for a penny
Anybody, everybody, they hate me
I can tell when they spit and degrade me
There's only one house left
The last on the block
Old man Willie on the hilltop
I ring the doorbell, the door creeps open
And there it was starin' and scopin'
The man's left eye, red, big, and drippin'
I was trippin', ahh, see ya
I ran home, I couldn't stop thinkin'
About his eyeball winkin' and blinkin'
And it looked not a damn thing
Like the other ugh
Shoulda wore a patch on the motherfucker
It hypnotized me, mesmerized me
Traumatized, paralyzed, terrorized me
Creepers, where'd you get that ball
And tell me how it even fits in your skull
I want a big long knife to stick it in
I wanna lift up the eyelid and kick it in
He's gotta die
I want his eye buried in my backyard
It ain't hard, I'm killin' old evil eye

Evil eye, ohh
(Bitch gonna die)
(Bitch gonna die)
(Die, die, dee, dee, die, die for his eye)
Evil eye, ohh

Now this is the point
You fancy me mad
Madmen know nothing
But you should've seen me
You should have seen
How wisely I proceeded
With caution
With foresight
With patience I went to work
I was never kinder
To the old man
Than during the whole week
Before I killed him

A day gone pass since I heard about J.O.
Met up in this sleigh, 'cuz I don't fuckin' play
Anyway, I gotta do him in
Got a rusty revolver
Put the silver bullets in
I'm plannin' on playin' one right to his nugget
Down my drawers with the bucket
It's time to go, fuck it
I stuck it up to his neck
When he came to the door
I really didn't know what I was in for
First the cold man stared
No a gaze, no a stare
Kinda like there was no one there
How weird, my body froze
With the blink of his eye
Evil eye, sendin' chills up my spine
What to do? What to do? I gotta try to break
I gotta try to make my way to the gate
Wait, I can't move, I'm stuck to the ground
What? What the fuck was that?
I think I heard a sound
Turned around, there it was
Starin' at my face
This little old man's eye's
A make me a mental case
That's when I felt the pain deep inside
Deep inside, now his eye's open wide
I want a big long knife to stick it in
I wanna lift up his eyelid and kick it in
He's gotta die
I want his eye buried in my backyard
It ain't hard, I'm killin' old evil eye

Evil eye, ohh
(Bitch gonna die)
(Bitch gonna die)
(Die, die, dee, dee, die, die for his eye)
Evil eye, ohh

That night it ceased.
The old man was dead
I placed my hands on the heart
And there for many minutes
There was no pulsation
He was stone dead
His eye will trouble me no longer
His eye will trouble me no longer

Bitch gonna die
Bitch gonna die
Die, die, dee, dee, die, die for his eye
(Evil eye, ohh)
Bitch gonna die
Bitch gonna die
Die, die, dee, dee, die, die for his eye
(Evil eye, ohh)
Bitch gonna die
Bitch gonna die
Die, die, dee, dee, die, die for his eye
(Evil eye, ohh)
Bitch gonna die for his eye
Bitch gonna die
Die, die, dee, dee, die, die for his eye
(Evil eye, ohh)

[inaudible] evil eye
(Ohh, evil eye)
[inaudible] evil eye
(Ohh, evil eye)
[inaudible] evil eye
(Ohh, evil eye)
[inaudible] evil eye
(Evil eye)
[inaudible] evil eye
Ohh, ohh, ohh

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Monday, August 16, 2010

The Show Must Go On - Lyrics - The Riddle Box - Insane Clown Posse

Title: The Show Must Go On
Album: The Riddle Box
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark, William Dail

Lyric:
Awwwwwwwwww, Shit! Yo, check it out, man, ICP back in the haugh man
Violent-J, man, 2 Dope, man, wicked clownz, man. Ha ha ha

Hey, quick, hurry up, bang
Open your mouth cause here comes my wang
I'm Violent-J, the southwest skitzo
Born in a big top magical-majisto
Dead-body disco. Rappin' to the hoochies
Dirty old fat hoe's come up with a smoochie
Hoochie-coochie, la la la la la
I might pull your tongue out your mouth and try to hang ya
It's a full moon and the riddles are calling
Three more cards and the skies will be falling
But don't take it from me, I'm just a clown
Wicked clown, wicked town
Juggalugagaluga lick it down, man up till my nuts start singing, dancing
Hopping
I'm a keep bringing riddles and tricks and dead body chicks
With the swing of my magical wand
The show must go on

'Well, it all began when I was very young. My feelings were so excited about
The carnival
Rides. Everyone was jolly and jittery. I waited for their wackets until well
After dusk. That
Night, while I was sleeping, I was awoken by a glow appearing. And, looking
Out, I saw
Strange men, cursing and filthy, and there were clowns, setting up their dreary
Tent.'

I'm 2 dope and I sport tight wranglers
Don't say a word or I'll kick ya in the neck bitch
Everybody 'round, make way for the clown
In New York, in LA, in southwest town
Walked into El Rays, almost got my ass kicked
Rather just chill in the yard in my casket
Call up the hoe's have 'em swing by the tomb
And get a little stinky stank up in this bitch
Killer clowns kicked out the circus
Used to get live let the midget ladies work this
I was a freak show, they called me the pogo
I can make my ballsack bob like a yoyo
'Give it up! Give it up!'
Southwest looney tune, killed another red neck fun
His head a looney dune, gooney boon, gooney goon
I can hear the loons in my head as I sing my wicked song
The show must go on

'I've never been afraid of clowns but these clowns were different. There was
Nothing
Funny about these clowns at all. The smiled, they juggled, they laughed, but
Yet something
Was terribly, terribly, wrong. I didn't like these clowns for I could see
Through them, I
Knew what they were really like. I knew that this carnival that had come to my
Village was
An evil, evil thing.'

Come see the show, big top show
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival
Dead carney, carnies, dead juggalos
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival

You ask do we gang, do we bang in a gang, mang?
Do we bang-bang? I'm a gang banger, man
I bang in a gang, mang
You can suck my wang, mang
Richie-boy, bitchie-boy, it's a southwest thing
Serial murderer, southwest maniac
Slaughterer, lunatic, highschool brainiac
Straight A school boy, School kid
'Till I went to school and tried to murder everyone, the show must go on

'Aged friends are fools, all of them. Totally unaware of the evilness within
The carnival
Their eyes reflected stairways into hell, their faces covered in blood. I ran
From the
Carnival grounds and yet every road and every path lead me right back to the big
Tent. I
Had to escape from the strongman, the freak shows, and the Ringmaster '

Come see the show, big top show
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival
Dead carney, carnies, dead juggalos
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival

Come see the show, big top show
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival
Dead carney, carnies, dead juggalos
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival

Rrrrrinnnng
'Yello?'
'Speak ta Chicken Neck?'
'Who?'
'Chicken neck.'
'Nobody by that name here.'
'What about Chicken Balls?'
'Nope.'
'What about Chicken fuckin' Gizzard Throat, is he there?'
'Look boy, you got the wrong number.'
Click

Rrrrrinnnng
'What the ? Hello?!'
'Speak ta Rednuts?'
'Who?'
'Redballs, Willie Redneck Balls, is he there?'
'Goddamnit!'
Click

Rrrrrinnnng
'Lemme git dis! Who in da hell is dis?!'
'Speak ta Fatboy?'
'WHO IN DA HELL IS DIS?!'
'I wanna speak ta Fat Redneck fuckin' Chickenboy! Is he there?'
'Goddamnit!clickFuckin' no good bastards!'
Knock knock knock knock
'Git da damn door!'
'Yeah, I have a delivery for a Mr. Redneck Fatballs.'
'Whut! You goddamn little!'
Machinegun shots and breaking glass
'It's from the wicked clowns '

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Thy Unveiling - Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Thy Unveiling
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Mike Puwal, Joseph Bruce, William Dail

Lyric:
Carnival of Carnage, The Ringmaster
The Riddle Box, The Great Milenko
The Amazing Jeckel Brothers and The Wraith
Looks like were all out of time brother, everybody's out of time
Fuck it, we gots to tell them

All secrets will now be told, no more hidden messengers
This is it y'all, time's up
Everything be out, right here
No need for the reverse talking, the truth

Now, we have been told this carnival shit has touched out many lives
People have fuckin' sworn to us, they too can feel it inside
What is it that draws you in, this magic that compels you?
We've been waiting six fuckin' joker cards to finally tell you

The messages and hints were there
All though most never picked up on them
We snuck 'em in subliminally with that wicked shit around them
We mentioned more and more of this on every joker's card
The bottom line always the same, you ain't have to look hard

We wickedly kick it, inflict it, you get it
Get with it and dig, we don't preach it flat out
'Cause some niggas don't wanna get with ya
They quick to forget ya without the hatchet and gat out

So we rose the hatchet, do or die, now Juggalos standing tall
After all 6 have risen the end of time will consume us all
It ain't got nothing to do with us, it ain't psychopathic records
All we're doing is pointing this shit out to you, we in this together

Who's behind the Dark Carnival, that gatherings and the hatchet?
Who's behind Dark Lotus, the circus and everybody at it?
Who invented Juggalos and Juggalette and fuckin' Faygo showers?
What about that feeling you get when bumping our shit
Who's behind these Juggalo powers?

This ain't no fuckin' fan club, it ain't about making a buck
Don't buy our fuckin' action figures bitch, I don't give a fuck
It ain't about Violent J or Shaggy, the Butterfly or Seventeen
When we speak of Shangri-La, what you think we mean?
Truth is we follow god, we've always been behind him
The Carnival is god and may all Juggalos find him

(May the juggalos find him)
May the juggalos find him
(May the juggalos find him)
He's out there, he's out there

We're not sorry if we tricked you
(We don't care what happens now)
We're not sorry if we tricked you
(We swing our hatchet and we're proud)
We're not sorry if we tricked you
(Painted faces in the crowd)
We're not sorry if we tricked you
(The Carnival will carry on)

He's out there
(May the juggalos find him)
He's out there
(May the juggalos find him)

We're not sorry if we tricked you
(The Carnival will carry on)
We're not sorry if we tricked you
(The Carnival will carry on)
We're not sorry if we tricked you
(Painted faces in the crowd)
We're not sorry if we tricked you
(The Carnival will carry on)

Yeah, he's everywhere
I'm sayin' he's anywhere
Juggalos, he's out there, yeah, yeah
Everywhere he's out there

Come see the show, big top show
Walk in and hang with the dead carnival
Dead dirty carnies, dead juggalos
Walk in and hang with the dead carnival
(He's out there)

Juggla, juggla, fuck with the juggla
Juggla, juggla, fuck with the juggla
Juggla, juggla, fuck with the juggla
Ya can't fuck with the juggla

May the juggalos find him
(May the Juggalos find him)
He's out there
May the Juggalos find him
(May the Juggalos find him)
He's out there, he's out there

We all gonna die
But I'm not gonna fly
Even though most never try
I'm not gonna let this pass me by, no

This is our world, this is our world, this is our world
(So get the fuck out)
This is our world, this is our world, this is our world
(So get the fuck out)

We're not sorry if we tricked you
(We don't care what happens now)
We're not sorry if we tricked you
(We swing our hatchets and we're proud)
We're not sorry if we tricked you
(Painted faces in the crowd)
We're not sorry if we tricked you
(The Carnival will carry on)

Suck my nuts, bitch, fuck you
Suck my nuts, bitch, fuck you

Inner City Posse, we got the Dog Beats
ICP, we got the dog beats
Inner City Posse, we got the Dog Beats
ICP, we got the dog beats

3 rings, a ding-a-ding-ding
(People love to point and stare)
3 rings, a ding-a-ding-ding
(It's the same as everywhere)

Murder go round, murder go round
How ya gonna fuck wit a wicked clown
Murder go round, murder go round
How ya gonna fuck wit a wicked clown

He's out there
We don't care what happens now
We swing our hatchets and we're proud
Painted Faces in the crowd
The Carnival will carry on
The Carnival will carry on
Painted Faces in the crowd
The Carnival will carry on
The Carnival will carry on

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us
We hope you've enjoyed the Wraith's exhibit of Shangri-La
And soon as you die, this will be yours
Thank you for joining us, thank you byatch
Always remember to fuck off, thank you
Fuck off, good bye

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

The Unveiling - Lyrics - The Wraith: Shangri-La - Insane Clown Posse

Title: The Unveiling
Album: The Wraith: Shangri-La
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Mike Puwal, Joseph Bruce, William Dail

Lyric:
Carnival of Carnage, The Ringmaster
The Riddle Box, The Great Milenko
The Amazing Jeckel Brothers and The Wraith
Looks like were all out of time brother, everybody's out of time
Fuck it, we gots to tell them

All secrets will now be told, no more hidden messengers
This is it y'all, time's up
Everything be out, right here
No need for the reverse talking, the truth

Now, we have been told this carnival shit has touched out many lives
People have fuckin' sworn to us, they too can feel it inside
What is it that draws you in, this magic that compels you?
We've been waiting six fuckin' joker cards to finally tell you

The messages and hints were there
All though most never picked up on them
We snuck 'em in subliminally with that wicked shit around them
We mentioned more and more of this on every joker's card
The bottom line always the same, you ain't have to look hard

We wickedly kick it, inflict it, you get it
Get with it and dig, we don't preach it flat out
'Cause some niggas don't wanna get with ya
They quick to forget ya without the hatchet and gat out

So we rose the hatchet, do or die, now Juggalos standing tall
After all 6 have risen the end of time will consume us all
It ain't got nothing to do with us, it ain't psychopathic records
All we're doing is pointing this shit out to you, we in this together

Who's behind the Dark Carnival, that gatherings and the hatchet?
Who's behind Dark Lotus, the circus and everybody at it?
Who invented Juggalos and Juggalette and fuckin' Faygo showers?
What about that feeling you get when bumping our shit
Who's behind these Juggalo powers?

This ain't no fuckin' fan club, it ain't about making a buck
Don't buy our fuckin' action figures bitch, I don't give a fuck
It ain't about Violent J or Shaggy, the Butterfly or Seventeen
When we speak of Shangri-La, what you think we mean?
Truth is we follow god, we've always been behind him
The Carnival is god and may all Juggalos find him

(May the juggalos find him)
May the juggalos find him
(May the juggalos find him)
He's out there, he's out there

We're not sorry if we tricked you
(We don't care what happens now)
We're not sorry if we tricked you
(We swing our hatchet and we're proud)
We're not sorry if we tricked you
(Painted faces in the crowd)
We're not sorry if we tricked you
(The Carnival will carry on)

He's out there
(May the juggalos find him)
He's out there
(May the juggalos find him)

We're not sorry if we tricked you
(The Carnival will carry on)
We're not sorry if we tricked you
(The Carnival will carry on)
We're not sorry if we tricked you
(Painted faces in the crowd)
We're not sorry if we tricked you
(The Carnival will carry on)

Yeah, he's everywhere
I'm sayin' he's anywhere
Juggalos, he's out there, yeah, yeah
Everywhere he's out there

Come see the show, big top show
Walk in and hang with the dead carnival
Dead dirty carnies, dead juggalos
Walk in and hang with the dead carnival
(He's out there)

Juggla, juggla, fuck with the juggla
Juggla, juggla, fuck with the juggla
Juggla, juggla, fuck with the juggla
Ya can't fuck with the juggla

May the juggalos find him
(May the Juggalos find him)
He's out there
May the Juggalos find him
(May the Juggalos find him)
He's out there, he's out there

We all gonna die
But I'm not gonna fly
Even though most never try
I'm not gonna let this pass me by, no

This is our world, this is our world, this is our world
(So get the fuck out)
This is our world, this is our world, this is our world
(So get the fuck out)

We're not sorry if we tricked you
(We don't care what happens now)
We're not sorry if we tricked you
(We swing our hatchets and we're proud)
We're not sorry if we tricked you
(Painted faces in the crowd)
We're not sorry if we tricked you
(The Carnival will carry on)

Suck my nuts, bitch, fuck you
Suck my nuts, bitch, fuck you

Inner City Posse, we got the Dog Beats
ICP, we got the dog beats
Inner City Posse, we got the Dog Beats
ICP, we got the dog beats

3 rings, a ding-a-ding-ding
(People love to point and stare)
3 rings, a ding-a-ding-ding
(It's the same as everywhere)

Murder go round, murder go round
How ya gonna fuck wit a wicked clown
Murder go round, murder go round
How ya gonna fuck wit a wicked clown

He's out there
We don't care what happens now
We swing our hatchets and we're proud
Painted Faces in the crowd
The Carnival will carry on
The Carnival will carry on
Painted Faces in the crowd
The Carnival will carry on
The Carnival will carry on

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us
We hope you've enjoyed the Wraith's exhibit of Shangri-La
And soon as you die, this will be yours
Thank you for joining us, thank you byatch
Always remember to fuck off, thank you
Fuck off, good bye

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Friday, July 30, 2010

Little Cream Soda - Lyrics - Icky Thump - The White Stripes

Title: Little Cream Soda
Album: Icky Thump
Artist: The White Stripes
Composer(s): John Anthony White

Lyric:
One, two, three, four

Well, every highway that I go down
Seems to be longer than the last one
That I knew about, oh well
Yeah, and every girl that I walk around
Seems to be more of an illusion
Than the last one that I found, oh well

And this old man in front of me
Wearing canes and ruby rings
Is like containing an explosion when he sings
But with every chance to set himself on fire
He just ends up doin' the same thing

Well, each beautiful thing I come across
Tells me to stop moving
And shake this riddle off, oh well
And there was a time when all I wanted
Was my ice cream colder
And a little cream soda, oh well, oh well

And a wooden box and a alley full of rocks
Was all I had to care about
Oh well, oh well, oh well

Now my mind is filled with rubber tires
And forest fires and whether I'm a liar
And lots of other situations
Where I don't know what to do
At which time God screams to me
"There's nothing left for me to tell you?

Nothing left for me to tell you
Nothing left

Oh well, oh well, oh well
Oh well
Oh well, oh well, oh well
Oh well

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