Insane Clown Posse - Bizaar Bizzar Sampler lyrics

"Influenced- entire- living-"
"Imagine music, completely
Original, uninfluenced
Unique and uncensored
Entirely brand new and exclusive
It's origin? On Earth, it's probably
Transmitting from somewhere tucked away
Invisible to the living, hidden off in the
Coldest, darkest corners of existence
Somewhere in the beyond it's created
And projected from this beyond
Directly to a certain chosen few
And then picked up and
Decoded only by that few that are
Meant to receive it the
Source? Some kind of unexplainable, ancient
Yet newly-submerged circus of tortured
Angry souls we offer this Dark Carnival's
Message to you, pure and untapped if
You feel this is for you, it's messages
Are transcripted and delivered by: the most


Hated band in the world, us
The Insane Clown Posse i guess we're offering
You a trip into the Bizzar Bizaar

"I love my Faygo
My hatchetman but I love my axe"
My axe is my buddy, I bring him when I walk
Me and my axe will leave
Your head outlined in chalk
My axe is my buddy, he always makes me laugh
Me and my axe cut bigots'
Spinal cords in half
My axe is my buddy, and when I wind him back
Me and my axe will give
Your forehead a buttcrack
My axe is my buddy, I never leave without him
Me and my axe will leave
Your neck a bloody fountain
Everybody, everybody, everybody run
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun
(Everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop
(Everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop
Everybody, everybody, everybody run
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun
(Everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop
(Everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop
My axe is my buddy, we right-

"What?!"

Oh my goody, look, a chicken
Keep your money, here's a ticket
Hold up, keep your kids out here
They too young to play in there
Step right up, now strap 'em in
Lock it tight under his chin
Clamp his arms up to his side
It's gon' be a helly ride
Now if you misplace an item
Psychopathic's sure to find 'em
If you lose your nugget yo
Hatchet ain't responsible
Look and wonder if you will
'Cause we about to whip and kill
Think about your every sin
As our tilt-a-whirly spins hang (Hang on)
On (Hang on and die) die (Die)
Die (Die) hang (Hang on)
On (Hang on and die) die (Die)
Die (Die-ie) looky-look, a fancy fuck
With his wallet up his butt
Give the wealthy what they want
Fuck the line, put him up-

"See, I, uh"
I stab people, like everyday folks
Skinny people, any people
I chop off their throats
My stabbing's are ninja-like quickly, hey
By the time you feel it
I'm like three blocks away
I stabbed the newspaper guy and
Took his little truck
Now I stab people and drive
Away I'm like puttputtputtputt
I do a show and stab people at the same time
What of that
I stab bear cages security guards in
The back of the neck
I love Waffle House, I stab people there
They're so shitty and dumpy
They don't even care
I love stabbin' people, Def Leppard
Remember them?
Well I cut their fuckin' drummer's arm off
You can ask him
Lyor Cohen, the president of Island
I'm at a business meeting with
Him, looking at him, i'm smiling
I jumped up to stab him, but he kicked my ass
Seventeenth floor
They through me out through the glass
(Stab, stab, stab
Stab) Can you help me? (Fuck you)
(Stab, stab
Let's get bloody) Fuckin' help me (Fuck you)
(Stab, stab, stab
Stab) I need you to help me (Fuck you)
(Stab, stab
Let's get bloody) Somebody come and help me
(Fuck you)
Jehovah's Witnesses, I swear, man I love 'em

I see you hoes on TV
Glamorous models, super celebrities
Rolls Royce, fine wines and class
You need to come down to the hood
Let me spank that ass
I want a famous ho (yeah)
A bitch on top with some helly bank role
I been chasing a girl from Letters to Cleo
But she broker 'n me, though
Mariah Carey, man, forget it
If ODB hit it, I can't fuck wit' it (Nah)
Nothing against Ol' Dirty or nothin'
But I know he at least
Got herpes or somethin'
I wouldn't mind fucking Britney Spears (yeah)
In a cheap hotel with them ceiling mirrors
(Uh, uh)
With that bitch in a couple of weeks
I'd have her hooked on crack rock
Working the streets (Slut)
All them hoes fantasize
About juggalo scrubs in between they thighs
(Heh heh heh)
But they too scared to let it be
So instead they fuck Ricky Martin
And pretend it's me don't you, ho?
Let a killer fuck you, let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you right
(Let a killer fuck you right)
Let a killer fuck you, let a killer fuck you
(One time) never gone back in the night
(Never gone back in the)

I'll go to Alaska
Bitch slap a polar bear and take it's food
I'll mow the fuckin lawn of a
Land mine field like what boom
I'll roll an M-80 up in some
Papers and smoke that shit up
I'll share a dirty heroin needle with
That dirty bitch Courtney Love
I'll run around the White House lawn naked
And screamin' and bustin' shots at him
I'll scratch my back with a chainsaw, yeah
Got it
I'll walk through Compton alone and sport
Wranglers and a cowboy hat
I'll head-butt a fuckin' unicorn, come here
Bitch (No! Thunk Damn)
I'll stand on a stump and let you
Trim my toenails with a axe
I'll sucker punch a gorilla and then try to
Run with a banana hangin' out my ass
I'll fuckin' become pen pals
With the Unabomber
And let him send me packages
I'll drive a ice cream truck through Ethiopia
Talkin' about free ice cream sandwiches
What's the matter? What's the matter?
What's the matter? Are you scared?
(Why you scared?)
What's the matter? What's the matter?
Tell me, are you fearless? (Don't be scared)
What's the matter? What's the-

"Bizzar Bizaar, Bizzar Bizaar, Bizzar
The new album by the Insane Clown Posse
The most hated band in the world
Available October thi- lable October thirty
Fi- lable October thir-
-October thirty-first, 2000
Halloween day- -oween day- -oween day"