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[Violent J] If I was a Serial Killer  They would find all my victim's heads  In funky ass gas station toilets And if I was a Serial Killer I would be strange and deranged And I would never change If I was a Serial Killer I'd be known as the smoker Cause I'd cut off and smoke all they hair and if I was a Serial Killer I would sleep on broken glass and thumbtacks and I would smoke mad crack [Shaggy 2 Dope] First thing I would do is kill a couple hotties They'd always get some mustard up decapitated bodies Dumped on State police law just before dawn To let em know my ritual had begun I'd crack a 40 with the devil tell him dig me a hole cause I'm coming when I die until them I'm in control This is if I was a Serial Killer and though I aint but if I was I'd do my walls all blood red with blood paint This is if I was a Serial Killer and though I aint But if I was I'd never stop cause I know I can't [Violent J] If I was a Serial Killer I would drive a black van And I would ride around on college campus And if I was a Serial Killer I would walk among us and gain trust Until I needed that rush [Shaggy 2 Dope] I'd park outside these bitches homes and then drive away Then come back with my lights off this time I'm here to stay I'd wear human bones around my neck and have my ceremonies Then go back upstairs and microwave some macaronis You know what's all up in my trunk So don't ask me to pop it Once I get out to my cabin Then I'll finally unlock it This is if I was a Serial Killer and though I'm not But if I was I'd snap a photo once they died on the spot This is if I was a Serial Killer and though I'm not But if I was I'd know that I can't so I would never stop [Violent J] And I don't know myself anymore (and I don't know who I am anymore) And I don't know who to be anymore (and I don't know who I am anymore) And I don't know what to think anymore (and I don't know who I am anymore) Except that I am strange and deranged (and I don't know who I am anymore) And I will never change [chorus] I wanna hold up this hatchet Psychopathic Records shit we'll burn the whole planet down I wanna run with this hatchet We gotta always kick the wicked shit we'll always be the same I wanna hold up this hatchet Fuck the world take me under bitch we trying to rule the tunnels, The Tempest raining lightning balls of fire rain  ICP with Mike E Clark again I wanna run with this hatchet (Wicked Clowns, Blaze, Twiztid, Boondox and Lotus Holding down the underground and you know this I wanna run with this hatchet  You know this Chop it on down Chop it on down I wanna run with this hatchet I wanna run with this hatchet [chorus again] I wanna hold up this hatchet Psychopathic Records shit we'll burn the whole planet down I wanna run with this hatchet We gotta always kick the wicked shit we'll always be the same I wanna hold up this hatchet Fuck the world take me under bitch we trying to rule the tunnels, The Tempest raining lightning balls of fire rain  ICP with Mike E Clark again I wanna run with this hatchet Wicked Clowns, Blaze, Twiztid, Boondox and Lotus Holding down the underground and you know this I wanna run with this hatchet  You know this [Violent J] If I was a Serial Killer  I would bury all my special projects underneath the garden in my grandmother's backyard And if I was a Serial Killer  I would be strange and deranged And I would rock my hatchet chain

I was maybe 13 They was hurtful and mean Specially this one fucker Kurt Greene Fucked with me in the hallways Always (Abused loser) They would all say I walked in the lunchroom I’m getting punched soon If Kurt Greene sees me here comes doom This time he spit on the back of my head My face turned red as the laughter spread Daddy has a gun in his closet Way up in a black box It’s too bad because he lock it Along with all of his crack rocks (Fuck it) Ice pick in my hand up early in the AM Kurt’s at the bus stop snuck up one plus Stuck him in the temple simple disaster That was the debut of the bully blasta You fucked with the blasta (Explosions) ‘Till he does what he has to You fucked with the blasta You don’t know me Till he does what he has to You fucked with the blasta (Explosions) Keep fucking with the blasta You fucked with the blasta You don’t know me Keep fucking with the blasta I was 22 and the army’s calling I’m lifeless out here so I’m all in And my drill sergeant is barking orders And I’m sharing my living quarters With a big-time prick from Oklahoma I can’t stand him or his aroma Big thick dick jock in his drawers he flexed They all kiss his ass they don’t wanna be next I never thought the blasta would be back But he has to we need that He pissed in my bed I jumped in laid wet in the laughter Blood pumping He snores like a bear but tonight was nice We all slept like babies with his windpipe slice I did it, with a straight blade razor And my bully blasta behavior You fucked with the blasta (Explosions) ‘Till he does what he has to You fucked with the blasta You don’t know me Till he does what he has to You fucked with the blasta (Explosions) Keep fucking with the blasta You fucked with the blasta You don’t know me Keep fucking with the blasta Years past [x6] I got a family now I put it all behind me My son gets picked on now, and it reminds me Of murder, the bully soon came up missing I spoke to my son I had an intuition “Did you have anything to do with this?” He gave me no answer just a hug and a kiss And said “Don’t worry dad everything will be fine Just you pay it no mind, it’s all over” And at work my boss is a bastard He comes to the office halfway plastered Bitchin abusing all the women and testing But we accept it because of the recession He groped my wife at the office party I stood up for her he swore he’d fire me I threw him off the balcony 13th floor I guess I’m a bully blasta forevermore You fucked with the blasta (Explosions) ‘Till he does what he has to You fucked with the blasta You don’t know me Till he does what he has to You fucked with the blasta (Explosions) Keep fucking with the blasta You fucked with the blasta You don’t know me Keep fucking with the blasta

In! Yo! FACE! Mwahahahoohurhurhooraaaah! (Something special!) Somet'in' special for you and yo face, biiiiitch! (Go get 'em boys!) IN! YO! FACE! Paaaah! (Somthin' special) Exclusive! For you! Mwahahahahaha! (Something exclusive!) I pop out the box, swing on a spring Big Violent J with the axe out (SHING!) Trouble we bring, a Juggalo thing Wicked clown with the Boom Pow Bang! IN YO FACE! Smash through the glass as the fireworks blast Shaggy the clown here to murder some ass I be the strangler, known coast to coast And I turn any thug into a ghost IN YO FACE! Some scream "Juggalo" only when it's convenient And no they don't mean it, we sick of being lenient Step yo ass back before the hatchet attacks And ya catch a few hacks from the axe IN YO FACE! I crawl like a tarantula on my toes and thumbs Born to the carnies, gypsies, and bums I spit my raps in tongues over voodoo drums Bitch, wicked shit this way comes IN YO FACE! For you! Something special for you! We got you covered, homie! Something exclusive for you! IN! YO! FACE! For you! Something special for you! We got you covered, homie! Something exclusive for you! We got this! I was fucking this slut up in her dirty ass Threw the rubber out the window as we drove past Funny thing, I see ya standing on the grass And it fucking stuck to your mustache IN YO FACE! Bang to the pow, wang to the mouth Boom go the wicked clowns, southwest down From Pluto to Uranus we underground famous For doom, and either way bass booms IN YO FACE! I shook the hand of Satan with a cross in my palm Burnt all the flesh all the way up his arm I wasn't scared, I was giddy to do it Then I lopped his head off and threw it IN YO FACE! Insane Clown Posse, never gonna fade Helped your ass get laid back in eighth grade Many years passed, and we still top grade Blowing up like a hand grenade IN YO FACE! For you! Something special for you! We got you covered, homie! Something exclusive for you! IN! YO! FACE! For you! Something special for you! We got you covered, homie! Something exclusive for you! We got this! Billy Bill, Jumpsteady, and Nate the Mack Down to the end and never take it back I'd die for the Hatchet, the Psychopathic Records boys bumping Wicked shit thumping IN YO FACE! They all wanna kill us but we already dead And if they think we'll ever die, they're severely misled Phonies out there posing as Juggalos But see it as a demographic to push what-have-it IN YO FACE! Neden If you ain't down with that, fuck off! I like getting my dick sucked, jacked off, and salad tossed Ugly hoes, fine hoes, none go to waste But for you, herpe-meth had anus IN YO FACE! Mike E. Clark, he make the street pound Legz Diamond, all-around in surround sound One fork up and the other one down Fuckin throw another wicked clown IN YO FACE! For you! Something special for you! We got you covered, homie! Something exclusive for you! IN! YO! FACE! For you! Something special for you! We got you covered, homie! Something exclusive for you! We got this! For you! For you! For you! We got this! For you! For you! For you! IN! YO! FACE!

Back to the big top Back to the crowd Back to the cannon blasts, we loud Back to the tightrope Back to the lions Back to the acrobatics flying Babies crying Spectators scared Ape boy, jugglas, lady with a beard First one to go Red mist hit the front row The clowns are back in town Hellooooooo! Oh! We back again It's happening We back in town So come on down We got yo ticket We got that killer candy And if you like it wicked This circus ain't like any Bang! Pow! Boom! Back to the Freek Show House of Mirrors Maze of Amazement Gone for years Back to the dunk tank Guess your size Back to the Serpent Lady's lies Tigers let loose into the crowd All appalling All so proud All affordable in surround sound Come one, come all, and get down Ladies and gentlemen, gather round The clowns are back in town! Oh! We back again It's happening We back in town So come on down We got yo ticket We got that killer candy And if you like it wicked This circus ain't like any Bang! Pow! Boom! T-t-th-the mesmerizing Hy-hy-hypmotizin Evo-evolving Dark Carnival I-i-i-is back in To-o-o-o-own W-w-w-way up that sloppy, loopy bi-itch ass of yours Ladies and gentlemen, without further ado The throat chokers, cut-throat jokers Juggalotus and you know this Most hated band on the planet So fresh they can't stand it Dark Carnival minions The Duke of the Wicked And the Southwest-side Stranglord himself Big Violent J, and Sugar Shaggy2Dope Wicked-wicky-wocked-wicky-wicked Clowns, bitch! Oh! We back again It's happening We back in town So come on down We got yo ticket We got that killer candy And if you like it wicked This circus ain't like any Sha-a-a-a-aggy Shaggs, Violent J, and Mike E. Clar-ar-ark! Psychopathic Records, bitch! Bang! Pow! Boom! A-a-a-a-a-a-all across yo sweet ass lips Motherfucke-e-e-e-e-e-e-er!

[Intro:] When I grow up, I wanna be a giant... The biggest muthafucka alive! That would be the shit! I wanna be tall, I wanna be big... [Verse 1:] {Violent J:} The jump off one summer night, I noticed my shoes was fittin' wrong My feet was all the sudden a half an inch too long I jumped in my car, and thought "Now who the fuck was in my seat?" Fuckin' with my levers and readjustin' my mirrors I stopped to get a slurpie and I noticed I was floodin' in my jeans Gettin' back in my car, I split my ass, seen My shit ain't hardly fittin' any more, fucked up detergent, or I'm growin' bigger than a muthafuckin' dinosaur! Got out the car and had to duck to get in Shaggy's place You shoulda seen the fuckin' look up on his painted face he said... {Shaggy 2 Dope:} Holy fuckin' shit, I don't know if you knowin' But you're growin' and it's obviously showin' homie! [Hook:] {Shaggy 2 Dope, Violent J:} Watch where ya fall down, watch where ya fall down Watch where ya fall down, watch where ya fall down Now I'm growin' again, now I'm growin' again Now I'm growin' again, now I'm growin' again [2x] [Verse 2:] {Violent J:} The next day I woke up, Shaggy's three dogs were trippin' on me Layed out on his couch, a smooth nine foot three They don't fuckin' love me no more, I stand up And put a hole in Shaggy's ceilin' with my big ass nug The dogs ran, Shaggy's like... {Shaggy 2 Dope:} Holy fuck, don't move! First thing ya gotta fuckin' do is do not move! We need to get you out the house before you fuck my shit up {Violent J:} I had to crawl through the hall into the front yard, then get up I'm lookin' through the eyes of a 12 foot tall man Don't feel any different, though I could use a tall can I'm growin' every hour and the reason's unknown Now I'm sittin' on your home with my feet on your lawn Damn... [Hook:] {Shaggy 2 Dope, Violent J:} Watch where ya fall down, watch where ya fall down Watch where ya fall down, watch where ya fall down Now I'm growin' again, now I'm growin' again Now I'm growin' again, now I'm growin' again [2x] [Verse 3:] {Violent J:} To me SUV s and Sedans, they're like pop cans A little bit heavier but tin in my hands Shaggy's chillin' on my shoulder in a custom made basket {Shaggy 2 Dope:} I'm tryna ride wit' my boy in this bitch and outlast it {Violent J:} I try to stay in one place, it ain't no use in hidin' Hella choppers beamin' wit' coppers on all sides And the media governments are offerin' jobs (He's a freak of nature!) World press, scientists, all swarmin' wit' this mob (He's huge!) All around us... (Incredible!) {Shaggy 2 Dope:} Fuck it J, you only gettin' bigger dog You and me, right now, homie go for a jog We've been sittin' here, lettin' them observe us and for what? I say you tell 'em "Fuck the world!" and throw the lotus up! {Violent J:} Now I'm runnin', every step is 32 miles Shakin' the earth, turnin' buildings into piles And I'm runnin', crushin' trees like blades of grass My head's above the clouds, all they see is my ass And I'm runnin', 600 mile an hour wind gust Footsteps, explosions, three days of dust And I'm runnin', and I can still hear Shaggy on the megaphone {Shaggy 2 Dope:} "Keep, keep, keepin' on, don't stop, come on!" {Violent J:} And I'm runnin' through states in two steps or less Through the oceans and don't even be gettin' my nuts wet And I'm runnin', finally gravity took me away I ran right off the planet into the black of outer space And I'm runnin'... [Hook:] {Shaggy 2 Dope, Violent J:} Watch where ya fall down, watch where ya fall down Watch where ya fall down, watch where ya fall down Now I'm growin' again, now I'm growin' again Now I'm growin' again, now I'm growin' again [4x]

This is why i love ICP man.

(I know you ain't there That's why I just want to let you know something bro You all know I love you You all know you're my homies And eh... Alright we'll talk later - peace!) [Violent J] Let me ask you this about this life we live And let me try to swerve some of this attention you give To them distant ass relatives over Hampton If they really missed you so much Why don't they just call a muthafucka? If you wasn't blood, would you still have love? Or infact does the blood make you think you have to love? Look, I probably love my family more than anybody here But my homies are family too, 3rd cousins' get outta here Who was you with when you got tattooed? And who was you trippin' with when you did them mushrooms? And who the fuck threw up all over your car? And then felt worse than you about that shit in the morning? (Friends ya'll) [Shaggy 2 Dope] Who loaned you money, homie? Who owes you cash? (Who?) Who taught you how to use the bong for the grass? (Who?) I don't know much but I gotta assume When ya hit ya first neden, ya homies was in the other room [Chorus] We talkin' about HOMIES! HOMIES! Talkin' about the Road Dogs of mine Our motha fuckin' HOMIES! HOMIES! We throwin' up clown love signs (Real Juggalo) HOMIES! HOMIES! Talkin' about the Road Dogs of mine HOMIES! HOMIES! [Violent J] Have you ever had a job that you truly despise? Like I don't know maybe dish washin', or fuckin' flippin' fries And you got this boss who thinks he's the Don Mega Because he the head manager (Chief Chili Fry Maker) All you can vision is ya'll beating him down Your homies standing on his back while you kicking his head around But responsibility is there, I can't lie tho I'd of been plucked his fucking eye ball out with a chicken bone I'm crazy as fuck, i'll rip your peircings off And now my homies are holding me back so I don't look soft [Shaggy 2 Dope] When you snuck the car out who did you get? (Who?) And when you got caught, who you blame the shit? (Who?) Who can you relax around and scratch your balls? (Who?) Homies, i'm talking about like you and yours [Chorus] We talkin' about HOMIES! HOMIES! Talkin' about the Road Dogs of mine Our motha fuckin' HOMIES! HOMIES! We throwin' up clown love signs (Real Juggalo) HOMIES! HOMIES! Talkin' about the Road Dogs of mine HOMIES! HOMIES! [Violent J, Anybody Killers, and Juggalos] You don't like me, you can fuck off! Carnival ain't for everyone! Keep it in your click fuck the outside baby You don't like me, you can fuck off! Carnival ain't for everyone! Runnin' with the homies until i'm old like Grady [Jamie Madrox] Me and my homies stay tight like a noose And if you step to one of us you better step to the whole crew I never knew that I could depend That I could have some friends that's down to the very end Well that's my homeboys excuse me, my family And when we conquer the world We mackin' on the galaxy 'cause sky's the limit and we ain't finished And if my homies gonna ride ya know I'm with it [Monoxide Child] Puff it and pass it and I give it to my homies ya'll Hit it and quit it and then I give it to my homies ya'll I got the world around my finger with my homies ya'll And everything is obsolete unless I hear my homies call We world wide, were homies across the planet Sticking together like zippers on Michael Jackson's "Beat It jacket" They got my back like a tat for that, I love ya'll Hanging till we old and gray like grandpas (Psychopathic) [Chorus - Repeat somewhat] We talkin' about HOMIES! HOMIES! Talkin' about the Road Dogs of mine Our motha fuckin' HOMIES! HOMIES! We throwin' up clown love signs (Real Juggalo) HOMIES! HOMIES! Talkin' about the Road Dogs of mine HOMIES! HOMIES! You don't like me, you can fuck off! Carnival ain't for everyone! Keep it in your click fuck the outside baby You don't like me, you can fuck off! Carnival ain't for everyone! Runnin' with the homies until i'm old like Grady You don't like me, you can fuck off! Carnival ain't for everyone! Keep it in your click fuck the outside baby You don't like me, you can fuck off! Carnival ain't for everyone! Swingin' hatches on the daily with my crew actin' crazy