3 Rings Early Mix - Insane Clown Posse

Ring one, a dung a dung dung

My name’s Violent J and I staple my tongue

To the desk in school then I run down the hall

Scaring the shit out of all y’all, bitches

Which is fine, you don’t invite mine to your party

Just cause I don’t look like everybody

I guess you’re bunch of rich boys

Bitch boys, scary, brrrahhhh!

And what’s the big deal about my neck?

Just because now and then I like to let it stretch

Up a couple feet to get a better sight

Is that any reason to scream and run in fright?

No, so, now how ya gon' act?

So what if I got another arm growing out of my back

I guess I’m just another freak show thing

And now they got me in the three ri-i-i-ing

Three ring a ding a ding ding (People love to point and stare)

Three ring a ding a ding ding (It's the same as everywhere)

Three ring a ding a ding ding (People love to point and stare)

Three ring a ding a ding ding (It's the same as everywhere)

Ring two, how do you do?

I’m Shaggy 2 Dope, chicken-faced bitch (Who?)

You, don’t try to front, ho

Try to play me out just cause I’m runnin' with the sideshow

So maybe it’s the leg growing out my neck

But don’t jet baby, heh, not yet

Popped out the neden like a pound of lead

Doctor blew his dex roll and dropped me on my head

Oh shit, I knew it had to fuck up my circuits

'Cause when I was two my momma left me at the circus

Abandoned at the carnival with the freak shows

Like back boy, hermaphrodites and old man crow

But then I escaped to the ghetto zone

Started a crew of my own, motherfucker, I’m not alone

So don’t be stickin your finger in my face stank

Or your stomach might receive a shank from the three ring freak

Three ring a ding a ding ding (People love to point and stare)

Three ring a ding a ding ding (It's the same as everywhere)

Three ring a ding a ding ding (People love to point and stare)

Three ring a ding a ding ding (It's the same as everywhere)

«I certainly hope you’re enjoy yourselves here at our three ring exhibit,

but to be honest, I really don’t see what’s so fuckin' funny about it.

These fucking people are real!»

Ring three, the ICP

Look if you want, but I wouldn’t lay a hand on me

That’s how you get fucked up

We’ll squeeze your windpipe shut

Yo, I’m a nerd, word, I drink Thunderbird

Half Snake woman kicked my love to the curb

She busted into my tent, now I’m fucked

Had the fat bearded lady in the buck, uh!

Fuck that, bitch, suck that

I was born with a wang but I never had a nut sack

It’s two balls hanging with no protection, so

I move real careful and slow

You can call me a weirdo, call me a freak

Call me Don Knotts 'cause I’m gettin' knotted every week, uh

So come see the carnival and throw me your change, bitch

I chill with the three rings

Three ring a ding a ding ding (People love to point and stare)

Three ring a ding a ding ding (It's the same as everywhere)

Three ring a ding a ding ding (People love to point and stare)

Three ring a ding a ding ding (It's the same as everywhere)

«Well, that’s it.

I hope you’re satisfied.

I hope you had a good time,

you fuckin' heartless bastards.

You saw what you wanted, so grab your fucking

kids and that fat flop of shit wife of yours and get the fuck out of our circus

tent, you cold-hearted sons of bitches.

You think they look fucked up?

Just wait 'til I kick your fuckin' lips in a couple times.

You’ll be sittin'

up here like a bitch, and we’ll be laughin' at your folded ass.

They’ll call

you lumpy, after I’m done puttin' knots all over your fuckin' forehead.

Yeah, hey, hey little boy, come here.

How’d you like it if I tied your neck in

a knot, you fucking little bitch?

Come here.

I’ll shove that fucking corn dog

up your ass.

Get the fuck out of here Show’s fucking over.

Get the fuck out of

here, you fucking heartless bastards!»