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Insane Clown Posse - Ghetto Freak Show lyrics
Ghetto freak show... It's three o'clock in the morning and you're sleeping 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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