Insane Clown Posse — The Show Must Go On (Riddle Box 1995)
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The Show Must Go On (Riddle Box 1995) Insane Clown Posse05:07
Текст песни: The Show Must Go On (Riddle Box 1995)
The Show Must Go On Lyrics[Intro: Shaggy 2 Dope] Ohhhhhhhhhh! 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! [Verse 1: Violent J] 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 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! [Interlude 1] "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" [Verse 2: Shaggy 2 Dope] 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 L.A., 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! [Interlude 2] "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" [Chorus] 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 [Verse 3: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope] 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! [Interlude 3] "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" [Chorus] 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! [Skit] *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."1
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