Insane Clown Posse — Ghetto Freak Show (Carnival Of Carnage 1992)
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Ghetto Freak Show (Carnival Of Carnage 1992) Insane Clown Posse04:14
Текст песни: Ghetto Freak Show (Carnival Of Carnage 1992)
Ghetto Freak Show Lyrics[Chorus: Violent J] Ghetto freak sh- gh-gh-ghetto freak show Ghetto freak sh- ghet-ghetto freak show Ghetto freak sh- gh-gh-ghetto freak show Ghetto freak sh- gh-gh-ghetto freak show Ghetto freak sh- ghet-ghetto freak show Ghetto freak sh- ghet-ghetto freak show Ghetto freak sh- gh-gh-ghetto freak show Ghetto freak sh- ghet-ghetto freak show [Verse 1: Violent J] It's three o'clock in the morning and you're sleeping Wicked clowns in the moonlight, creeping Slide through your window under your bed Crawl in through your ear, I'm in your head Bumping into bones 'cause I need light Tip-toeing down through your windpipe Climbing down your spine was the fun part Looky looky and I think I see your fucking heart Uh huh so I'm stabbing like it ain't nothing Wicked clown cut his way out your belly button I'm like a vulture waiting in a dark place Swooping down and I'm picking at your dead face I'm sick, but you don't know the whole deal No one ever loved me and they never will Bitch, I take you out on a blind date But then they find you dead under a wooden crate Wrapped in a bag deep in the woods 'Cause my mother always said I was no good Locked me in a closet, fed me dog shit Well, I'm out now, so, motherfucker, watch it The insanity's grip will never let go Here's your chance to a glimpse of a ghetto freak show [Chorus: Violent J & Esham] (I'd rather be dead) Gh-gh-gh-ghetto freak show (I'd rather be dead) Ghetto freak show (I'd rather be dead) Gh-gh-ghetto freak show (I'd rather be dead) Ghetto freak show [Verse 2: Violent J] I'm a freak show coming to your house Standing at your porch, chewing on a dead mouse I'm looking like a fly so you swat me Keep chasing me even though you got me So what you wanna do to a ghetto thug First you starve me and feed me them fuckin' drugs Turn me into a wicked, wicked cat (Wicked cat, wicked clown, wicked cat, wicked clown) I'm coming to your house, so get ya get ya gat Gotta have a fucking throat, hatchet once, hatchet twice Gotta have the governor, the richer fucker, pay the price Driving with your woman, that's sweet Never even know I'm in the back seat Chat chit-chat about the weather But then I slam they fucking heads together Is it jealousy, they never loved me So now I'm ripping out your guts, and it's ugly I'm trapped, don't wanna be a rich man Not a poor man, I need my own land Because the rich man be stressing all the dumb stuff They cut their fucking wrists if the grass ain't green enough Right there in your face, you can't tag it Just found out your son is a faggot A dick-sucking, butt-fucking homo, man If ya stressing then you better talk to mojo man Insanity's grip will never let go Here's your chance to catch a glimpse of a ghetto freak show [Chorus: Violent J & Esham] (I'd rather be dead) Gh-gh-gh-ghetto freak show (I'd rather be dead) Ghetto freak show (I'd rather be dead) Gh-gh-ghetto freak show (I'd rather be dead) Ghetto freak show Ghetto freak sh- gh-gh-ghetto freak show Ghetto freak sh- ghet-ghetto freak show Ghetto freak sh- gh-gh-ghetto freak show Ghetto freak sh- ghet-ghetto freak show Ghetto freak show, ghetto freak show Ghetto freak show, ghetto freak show "Ha ha ha ha ha, Yes, Violent J, the Ghetto Freak Show, is still alive. The ultimate amazing fully freak show is here on the Carnival of Carnage. Line up and see him. Lived years in the slums, and he's still alive to tell about. Line up and see him. He's nasty, he's disgusting. He's filthy. He is a freak show, and you can see him live at the Carnival of Carnage. You, young man, you look like you could use a viewing of a good freak show. Line up. Bring your sister, your brother, and see the ghetto freak show. Violent J is still alive." [Outro: Jumpsteady] "The time has come for the blood to run in the streets paved with gold. We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long, and like animals, we'd kill each other with the hatement for others. We must move into the suburbs and punish the rich for their ignorance and the horror of death that is a part of our life in our neighborhood, and give them a taste of the same, and when we kill the government's children, and the streets smell of death, maybe then we'll see our situation in a new light and put an end to the chaos in the ghetto, and put an end to the killings."
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