Freak Show - Louis Logic

All aboard

Please keep your hands and feet in the cars

Once upon a time on a line of the train to the burbs

Began a tour of sorts of the insanely disturbed

Home to psychos

Where the guiltiest types go

Filthy rich white folks who’s kids like coke

There was a spooky guy Tom

Perusing Mein Kampf

Human time bomb collecting severed Jewish guy’s arms

His daughter was cutie pie

«Aw, it’s little Suzy!»

Saving up her babysitting funds to get an Uzi

The pregnant floozy on the couch

Oh that’s Mrs. Tom riffing on

Some coke fuck though the baby isn’t Tom’s

And Mr. Johns down the block don’t need another son

Let alone to have the bitch’s husband come clutching guns

Plus it’s fun to come inside your neighbor’s wife

With your favorite knife

At her throat threatening to take her life

Plus it’s still so much I haven’t told about the place I like to call

Home sweet home, my very own freak show

Step right up

Welcome to the freak show

Boys and girls of all ages if you like smut

We got pedophiles rapists

Cannibals and racists

Perverts who have sex with animals and sadists

Right this way

Feast your eyes on this

Indecency of all types for all the little kids

We got fathers beating mothers

Sisters sleep with brothers

Secret undercover

It looks peaceful in the suburbs

Moving right along

In my psycho song

We have the next agenda

The perverts and the clergymen and other sex offenders

Not the least of which on display

Are the dad’s who like their little girl’s in lingerie on parade

You got your pedophiles who aren’t gay

Favorite meal «Send a child without grass on the playing field (Playball)»

Well in apartment A is one such guy that’s starved for days

And he wants the legs of Jonbenet Ramsey on his plate

There’s a guy who takes dogs on dates

If you get my drift

And he ain’t got the worst idea for how to wet his dick

When the local mortician’s on some necro shit

And he sticks his short dick in, in between some legs that stiff

What gets me is the way they choose to spill milk

When you could screw some built MILFs in a new silk quilt

Dude that chick’s a MILF

What’s a MILF?

Mom I’d like to fuck

Last but not least

This exhibit probably is the sickest

Worse than any inner city niggas with some biscuits

You know the cats I’m speaking of

The type that like to eat you up

And make a sandwich out of human meat for lunch

Well there’s this guy around the corner

Who moved from California

Cause bodies rot quicker when it’s warmer

And his former wife was so delicious out of her dress

In an hour or less

He devoured her flesh

Without no regrets

Then he moved out of the west to a sty that’s much worse

A slaughterhouse out in a Long Island suburb

He was a low-life with no wife

And if his picket fence wasn’t so high

You’d see his back yard was filled with old bikes

And if the cops weren’t so blind and empty

They probably would have picked up on where he’d last been seen

Blood-soaked renting a truck from Penske

To dispose of abducted kids bones and ten-speeds