Woorden: Insane Clown Posse. Carnival Of Carnage. Psychopathic.

[Incomprehensible]
As for years, they have killed one another of
And America has enjoyed its creation
But now these ghetto minded criminals
Have crossed the line into your neighborhood
And will soon give you a taste of the hell
That they have lived for so long
So pops, this time it's your son gets shot
Deal with your own creation

Well, I've been to the storm house and then some
Payed me dues, but I'm still a street hoodlum
Dropped out of school, 'cuz I couldn't find my locker
Stubbles on my chin, I got hair like Chewbacca

Might see me sleeping on the street
Don't look for a job, 'cuz there's no jobs looking for me
Then it all went to my head
Next thing, forty nine motherfuckers dead

Tell the pigs, I did it, place spot at your back
And beat you in the head with it
And keep your bitch in place
Or I'ma send her ass home with a foot print on her face
I'm hating sluts, shoot them in the face
Step back and itch my nuts, 'less I'm in the sac
'Cuz I fuck so hard, it'll break they back

All the pressure's packed into one nut
I was waiting on a bus and my head blew up
And the sight'll make ya sick
Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic, psychopathic

Thought you knew it bitch
The ICP is made up of psychotic
Demented psycho clumsy motherfuckers
And when we'll put a hook on your dumb leg
Like it ain't nobody's business

So, I'm standing by the train tracks
Then you see me running but naked with a battle axe
I'm swinging and slicing and chopping and cutting and
Ah, until I'm nothing

Seems like I always get beat down
Like the hawk turned to the wicked clown
Tail turned out to the ghetto 'cuz
Southwest Detroit is commended one's home

So you might see me at a festival
Cussin', rude and scratching my testicles
With a cold two litre in hand
Rapping to the bitch at the French fry stand

Take it to the Patent Park
Then I'll make a sexist remark
'Cuz they're all eventually bitching
Serve me fucking take your ass to the kitchen

Police don't like me, it's obvious
Just don't look in the trunk
Or the sight'll make you sick
Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic