Insane Clown Posse - Under the Big Top lyrics
[Insane Clown Posse - Under the Big Top lyrics]
(Wicked Clowns are invading you)
I'm Violent J, Papa Killjoy, I can't be fixed
I'm a crooked ass clown
With some filthy tricks i kill hot bitches
Out their butt I grow weed plants
So every time I hit the blunt
It's like I'm hitting that ass
And I'm Shaggy
Throwing heads in the air by the hair
I bounce them off my heals
While people cough they meals
I kick heads like soccer balls
And do tricks with them
I get hotter than a globetrotter
Twirling and spinning
I sick with it with a sword
I can balance and stand on it
Killed many men, one swing in the end
I'm so quick you won't see shit
But the guy's eyes wiggling
And me in the Bruce Lee stance giggling
I rob liquor stores at night
When the workers are tired
I run up in that bitch
Swinging chainsaws on fire
And I can balance on a ball
While juggling all your limbs
While rest of you is chained up
In a chair watching him under the big top
We have so many tricks to show you
(Come down)
So many freak shows to go to (Come down)
So many eyeballs to throw
Your soul you're quick to drop
Under the big top
This wicked shit we flow to (Come down)
So many dead souls we go through (Come down)
Inside Hell's Pit they throw you
Let the fire get to know you
Violent J is a man that can end your life
And then wear your slippers
And fuck your wife
You get a pie in the face
A fucking pie in the face
Then you get cut up and sent
To your momma in a suitcase
Bitch I'm Shaggy clear outta my squares
I ride a bike backwards in my underwears
I tell human stories to ghosts
And I dead the awake
Plus I'm trapped in the other side
Of the mirror I think
Twenty five chairs stacked up, I'm on the top
Fucking balancing on my head
I'm about to drop and I'm holding up a bear
On my foot that juggaling
All six in the mix, will this be the end?
This will the end of my dick
All up in another bitches ass
Wicked clowns will make the wicked shit last
And I kick a dick's ass
Trying to stop the shit
Icepick to your temple than pop your shit
Under the Big Top
I'm Violent J's a juggla
Pillow faced smuggla
You recognize my voice? I'm in
A ski mask mugging ya
I can walk on stilts 900 feet high
And than drop a dart down
Straight into your eye
Well I'm Shaggy Shaggs
I went from rags to rags
And I've received many meals
Out your garbage bags
I can do backflips all the way up a wall
Swinging an axe
That was the last thing that you saw
I can slit your throat from across the room
Throwing a Joker's Card under the
Light of the moon and then I hook my feet
Onto your swinging ceiling fan
With two swords and yell for
Everybody else to come in
You can split me in the
Middle and saw straight down
You have two one legged halves
Of me jumping around
If you cut them in half
You have four of us fuckers
My limbs all crawling and
Attacking like brothers under the big top
I'm Violent J, Papa Killjoy, I can't be fixed
I'm a crooked ass clown
With some filthy tricks i kill hot bitches
Out their butt I grow weed plants
So every time I hit the blunt
It's like I'm hitting that ass
And I'm Shaggy
Throwing heads in the air by the hair
I bounce them off my heals
While people cough they meals
I kick heads like soccer balls
And do tricks with them
I get hotter than a globetrotter
Twirling and spinning
I sick with it with a sword
I can balance and stand on it
Killed many men, one swing in the end
I'm so quick you won't see shit
But the guy's eyes wiggling
And me in the Bruce Lee stance giggling
I rob liquor stores at night
When the workers are tired
I run up in that bitch
Swinging chainsaws on fire
And I can balance on a ball
While juggling all your limbs
While rest of you is chained up
In a chair watching him under the big top
We have so many tricks to show you
(Come down)
So many freak shows to go to (Come down)
So many eyeballs to throw
Your soul you're quick to drop
Under the big top
This wicked shit we flow to (Come down)
So many dead souls we go through (Come down)
Inside Hell's Pit they throw you
Let the fire get to know you
Violent J is a man that can end your life
And then wear your slippers
And fuck your wife
You get a pie in the face
A fucking pie in the face
Then you get cut up and sent
To your momma in a suitcase
Bitch I'm Shaggy clear outta my squares
I ride a bike backwards in my underwears
I tell human stories to ghosts
And I dead the awake
Plus I'm trapped in the other side
Of the mirror I think
Twenty five chairs stacked up, I'm on the top
Fucking balancing on my head
I'm about to drop and I'm holding up a bear
On my foot that juggaling
All six in the mix, will this be the end?
This will the end of my dick
All up in another bitches ass
Wicked clowns will make the wicked shit last
And I kick a dick's ass
Trying to stop the shit
Icepick to your temple than pop your shit
Under the Big Top
I'm Violent J's a juggla
Pillow faced smuggla
You recognize my voice? I'm in
A ski mask mugging ya
I can walk on stilts 900 feet high
And than drop a dart down
Straight into your eye
Well I'm Shaggy Shaggs
I went from rags to rags
And I've received many meals
Out your garbage bags
I can do backflips all the way up a wall
Swinging an axe
That was the last thing that you saw
I can slit your throat from across the room
Throwing a Joker's Card under the
Light of the moon and then I hook my feet
Onto your swinging ceiling fan
With two swords and yell for
Everybody else to come in
You can split me in the
Middle and saw straight down
You have two one legged halves
Of me jumping around
If you cut them in half
You have four of us fuckers
My limbs all crawling and
Attacking like brothers under the big top