Insane Clown Posse, Jumpsteady - My Fun House lyrics
[Insane Clown Posse, Jumpsteady - My Fun House lyrics]
"We found his car abandoned in front of
A strange-looking house on
Detroit's Southwest side, miss"
"Oh! I told him never to go there"
"Hey Bugsy! Come over here for a minute"
"Yep! Hey, uh, she's pretty
Hysterical right now, uh"
"Well, have you tried fondling her breasts?"
"Well no, no, I haven't" "Um, give it a try"
"There, there, Miss
Does this make you feel any better?"
"Yes, yes, it does" "Well, okay"
Rich boy's in trouble
Car broke down on a drive through the ghetto
All the weird people
You gotta get the fuck out
Need to use the phone? Step into my fun house
Hey yo, Dope, looks like we got another
He'd like to go for a ride on the neck cutter
Straight to the cart for
The death spectacular
Just ignore the dead body sittin' next to ya
Get ready for the carnival thrills
Should've kept your little faggot
Ass in the hills
Boom! through the door into the room
You gotta check it out
It's where we cut your fingers off
And stick 'em in your mouth
That should show you that
You greedy little rich fuck
If you're bucking with the juggla
You're a dead duck
Eight fingers in your mouth and
Two stickin' out your nose
Further down the hall, the room of joker-o's
That's where you get beat by 17 wicked clowns
For the 17 dead bodies never found
And they jump on your back
'til your ribs crack
Toss you in the cart and push
You down the deadly track
Spinning and twisting, rolling and bumping
The dead fuck next to you's
Trying to tell ya something
Listen close, you can barely make it out
"Bitch, you ain't shit in
Violent J's fun house!"
"Help me
I'm trapped in here somebody let me out
Oh my god! Ah!" (Teggun ym ni kcis m'I)
"Come here, rich boy
My head is spinning 360 degrees
Richie, richie, richie come here"
"Bitch, fuck you, yeah, know what I'm saying?
Wicked clowns running the funhouse
And ain't no way to get out
So just chill and get your
Neck cut like a man!"
Pick a card, any card, any motherfucking card
(A joker's card)
Sorry, bitch (Aw) , the luck of the draw
Violent J's gonna have to ice your jaw
Smack, bang, snip, boom
(Send that motherfucker off to the next room)
Crash through the doors on the windy
Spinny trail
Through the loop-de-loop and into a big nail
Straight through your left eye and out
The back of his head (Ah, Is he dead?)
No, good, you get to go to the next phase
It's the room of giggles because of your ways
You like to sit and laugh
At people when they suffer
Well, now you sit and watch me
Laugh when I stick your mother
It's the fun house, bitch, everything's funny
You act like whipping on your ass ain't funny
And the ride of your life only gets faster
(All for the Ringmaster)
I take my Bobo gun and
Blow your fuckin' mouth in eh, yo
The next room is called the chicken pen
And it's a little tribute to
The bigots of the South
We take a dead chicken shove it in your mouth
And we stuff it down your
Throat with a pitchfork
'Cause you're a bigot, it's what you get for
Now I take your sorry ass and I throw you out
'Cause I don't need your dead
Body stinkin' up my funhouse
Funhouse, stinkin' up my funhaugh!
(Teggun ym ni kcis m'I)
"I got him! I got him! No!
He's right here! Oh no!
Oh He got away! Run! That way! Get him! Oh
Little baby's
Peed in his pants, ha ha ha ha ha! Come here
Little boy, I got your candy mommy
Ain't gonna help you now, you little bitch"
(Esuoh nuf eht)
"yeah! Rich ass, bitch ass, snitch ass ho!
You get your motherfucking neck chopped
In Violent J's fun house
So don't fuck with the wicked clowns you
Punk-ass bitch!" (Teggun ym ni kcis m'I)
"Come here, little boy
I have some candy for you i'll
Crack your head like Humpty Dumpty!
Ooh! Little boy, come out, come out
Wherever you
Are the clowns are so funny! Look
Little alligators! I like them!
I like it here!
This little kiddie's getting his neck chopped
Off tonight ha ha ha! Woo! Come here!
Ooh! Ha ha ha! Woo little Richie
Come here your mommy said you're
Gonna come with me
You're so scared why you shakin'
Little boy? What's the matter? Huh?
Aw, little Richie's scared oh! Oh!
Look at this one aw, he's crying bitch!"
(Esuoh nuf eht, Esuoh nuf eht ni)
(Esuoh nuf eht)
A strange-looking house on
Detroit's Southwest side, miss"
"Oh! I told him never to go there"
"Hey Bugsy! Come over here for a minute"
"Yep! Hey, uh, she's pretty
Hysterical right now, uh"
"Well, have you tried fondling her breasts?"
"Well no, no, I haven't" "Um, give it a try"
"There, there, Miss
Does this make you feel any better?"
"Yes, yes, it does" "Well, okay"
Rich boy's in trouble
Car broke down on a drive through the ghetto
All the weird people
You gotta get the fuck out
Need to use the phone? Step into my fun house
Hey yo, Dope, looks like we got another
He'd like to go for a ride on the neck cutter
Straight to the cart for
The death spectacular
Just ignore the dead body sittin' next to ya
Get ready for the carnival thrills
Should've kept your little faggot
Ass in the hills
Boom! through the door into the room
You gotta check it out
It's where we cut your fingers off
And stick 'em in your mouth
That should show you that
You greedy little rich fuck
If you're bucking with the juggla
You're a dead duck
Eight fingers in your mouth and
Two stickin' out your nose
Further down the hall, the room of joker-o's
That's where you get beat by 17 wicked clowns
For the 17 dead bodies never found
And they jump on your back
'til your ribs crack
Toss you in the cart and push
You down the deadly track
Spinning and twisting, rolling and bumping
The dead fuck next to you's
Trying to tell ya something
Listen close, you can barely make it out
"Bitch, you ain't shit in
Violent J's fun house!"
"Help me
I'm trapped in here somebody let me out
Oh my god! Ah!" (Teggun ym ni kcis m'I)
"Come here, rich boy
My head is spinning 360 degrees
Richie, richie, richie come here"
"Bitch, fuck you, yeah, know what I'm saying?
Wicked clowns running the funhouse
And ain't no way to get out
So just chill and get your
Neck cut like a man!"
Pick a card, any card, any motherfucking card
(A joker's card)
Sorry, bitch (Aw) , the luck of the draw
Violent J's gonna have to ice your jaw
Smack, bang, snip, boom
(Send that motherfucker off to the next room)
Crash through the doors on the windy
Spinny trail
Through the loop-de-loop and into a big nail
Straight through your left eye and out
The back of his head (Ah, Is he dead?)
No, good, you get to go to the next phase
It's the room of giggles because of your ways
You like to sit and laugh
At people when they suffer
Well, now you sit and watch me
Laugh when I stick your mother
It's the fun house, bitch, everything's funny
You act like whipping on your ass ain't funny
And the ride of your life only gets faster
(All for the Ringmaster)
I take my Bobo gun and
Blow your fuckin' mouth in eh, yo
The next room is called the chicken pen
And it's a little tribute to
The bigots of the South
We take a dead chicken shove it in your mouth
And we stuff it down your
Throat with a pitchfork
'Cause you're a bigot, it's what you get for
Now I take your sorry ass and I throw you out
'Cause I don't need your dead
Body stinkin' up my funhouse
Funhouse, stinkin' up my funhaugh!
(Teggun ym ni kcis m'I)
"I got him! I got him! No!
He's right here! Oh no!
Oh He got away! Run! That way! Get him! Oh
Little baby's
Peed in his pants, ha ha ha ha ha! Come here
Little boy, I got your candy mommy
Ain't gonna help you now, you little bitch"
(Esuoh nuf eht)
"yeah! Rich ass, bitch ass, snitch ass ho!
You get your motherfucking neck chopped
In Violent J's fun house
So don't fuck with the wicked clowns you
Punk-ass bitch!" (Teggun ym ni kcis m'I)
"Come here, little boy
I have some candy for you i'll
Crack your head like Humpty Dumpty!
Ooh! Little boy, come out, come out
Wherever you
Are the clowns are so funny! Look
Little alligators! I like them!
I like it here!
This little kiddie's getting his neck chopped
Off tonight ha ha ha! Woo! Come here!
Ooh! Ha ha ha! Woo little Richie
Come here your mommy said you're
Gonna come with me
You're so scared why you shakin'
Little boy? What's the matter? Huh?
Aw, little Richie's scared oh! Oh!
Look at this one aw, he's crying bitch!"
(Esuoh nuf eht, Esuoh nuf eht ni)
(Esuoh nuf eht)