Ghetto Freak Show - Insane Clown Posse

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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, I’m in your head

Bumping into bones 'cause 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

Wrapped 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

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(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

(Wicked cat, wicked clown, wicked cat, wicked clown)

I’m coming to your house, so get ya get ya gat

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 their 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

A 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) Gh-gh-gh-ghetto freak show

(I'd rather be dead) Ghetto freak show

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«Ha ha ha ha ha, Yes, Violent J, the Ghetto Freak Show, is still alive.

The ultimate amazing fully 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.»

«The time has come for the blood to run in the streets paved with gold.

We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long, and like animals,

we’d kill each other with the hatement for others.

We must move into the

suburbs and punish the rich for their ignorance and the horror of death that is

a part of our life in our neighborhood, and give them a taste of the same,

and when we kill the government’s children, and the streets smell of death,

maybe then we’ll see our situation in a new light and put an end to the chaos

in the ghetto, and put an end to the killings.»