Insane Clown Posse - The Show Must Go On lyrics

Ohhhh! Oh shit, yo, check it out, man
ICP back in the haugh, man
Violent J, man! 2 Dope, man!
Wicked clowns, man! Fuck off, man!

Hey, quick, hurry up, bang
Open your mouth, 'cause here comes my wang
I'm Violent J, the Southwest schizo
Born in a big top, magical majesto
Dead body disco, rapping to the hoochies
Dirty old fat hoes come up with a smoochie
Oochie coochie la la la la la
I might pull your tongue out your
Mouth and try to hang ya
It's a full moon, and the riddles are calling
Three more cards and the
Skies will be falling
But don't take it from me, I'm just a clown
Wicked clown, wicked town, jugga-lugga-loco
Lick it down and up 'til
My nuts start singing
Dancing, hopping, I'ma keep bringing
Riddles and tricks and dead body chicks
With the swing of my magical wand
The show must go on!

"Well it all began when I was very young
Our village was so excited
About the carnival's arrival
Everyone was jolly and cheery
I waited for their wagons
Until well after dusk
That night, while I was sleeping
I was awoken by a cold, eerie wind
Looking out, I saw strange men
Cursing and filthy
And there were clowns setting
Up the dreary tent"

I'm 2 Dope, and I sport tight Wranglers
Don't say a word or I'll kick ya in the neck
Bitch everybody round make way for the clown
Been to New York and LA, I'm Southwest down
(Baby)
Walked into El Rey's almost got my ass kicked
Rather just chill in "the 'Yard" in my casket
Call up the hoes, have 'em swing by the tomb
And get a little sticky stank
Up in this bitch (Oh yeah?)
Killer clowns, kicked out the circus
Used to get live
Let the midget lady work this
I was a freak show, they called me the Pogo
I could make my ballsack bob like a yo yo
(Give it up
Give it up) Southwest looney tune
Killed another redneck
Found his head in Bonnie Doone
Doony Boon, toony goon, I can hear the loons
In my head as I sing my wicked song
The show must go on!

"I've never been afraid of clowns
But these clowns were different
There was nothing funny about
These clowns at all
They smiled, they juggled, they laughed
Yet something was terribly, terribly wrong
I didn't like these clowns
For I could see through them
I knew what they were really like
I knew that this carnival that
Had come to my village
Was an evil, evil thing"

Come see the show, big top show
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival
Dead dirty carnies, dead juggalos
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival

You ask do we gangbang, do we bang in a gang
Man do we bang bang, I'm a gangbanger, man
I bang in a gang, man, you can suck my wang
Man richie boy, bitchy boy
It's a Southwest thang
Serial murderer, Southwest maniac
Slaughterer, lunatic, high school braniac
Straight-A school boy, school kid
'Til I went to school and
Tried to murder everyone
The show must go on!

"My neighbors and friends were fools
All of them totally unaware of the evilness
Within the clowns
Their eyes reflected stairways into Hell
Their faces painted with blood
I ran from the carnival grounds
And yet every road and every path
Led me right back to the big tent
I had no escape from the strong men
The freak shows, and the Ringmaster"

Come see the show, big top show
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival
Dead dirty carnies, dead juggalos
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival
Come see the show, big top show
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival
Dead dirty carnies, dead juggalos
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Ring "Yello?"
"Speak ta Chicken Neck?" "Who?"
"Chicken Neck" "Nobody by that name here"
"What about Chicken Balls?" "Nope"
"What about Chicken Fuckin' Gizzard Throat
Is he there?"
"Look boy you got the wrong number" ring
"What the? Hello?" "Speak ta Red Nuts?"
"Who?" "Red Balls, Willy Redneck Balls
Is he there?" "Goddamnit!"
Ring "Lemme get dis"
"Who in the hell is dis?"
"Speak ta Fat Boy?"
"Who in the hell is dis?"
"I wanna speak ta Fat
Redneck Fuckin' Chicken Boy, is he there?"
"Goddamnit! (click) Fuckin' no good bastards!"
Knock on door "Get the damn door!"
"yeah?" "I have a delivery for a
Mr redneck Fat Balls"
"What?! You god damned little -" gunshots
"It's from the wicked clowns"