A little mix of the old shit

Somethin' for you to knock down the block to

Juggalo Love...





Woboogawoo WAAA!! Welcome to the house of horrors 

You born in a barn? Shut the fuckin door 

You see, damn, cause I'm about to scare you 

...Okay now I dare you 

Close your eyes, open up your mouth, and count to ten 

Don't wanna, huh, cause you know my nuts are going in 

I'm twisted, I'll cut your finger off, 

and stick it in your butt 

...and glue it shut 

This is when I get crazy, lemme show you something 

...You know what that means, it don't mean nothin, haha 

But it scares you cause people don't be doing that shit 

But me...bitch...I'm all about it... 

Guess what I'm a serial killer, it's a bad habit 

I killed Tony, Lucky Charms, and the Silly Rabbit, 

Cut the lights, see that shit, I'm glowing 

Alright, I'm done, cut em back on, wait, where you going? 

Welcome to the house of horrors





La di da we gotta protest that 

Some rock and roll ninja bit the head off a rat 

Let's march in his concert and chant him to hell 

Cause he's so fuckin TERRIBLE! 

Meanwhile his record sells double and triple 

Cause of you whinin bout him rubbin his nipple 

Religious? Shit, you helped them bands 

Instead of helpin them poor people 

eatin outta them garbage cans 

When your done with that bitch come protest me 

Shiiiiit motherfucka I could use the money 

The whole world was cryin when Kurt went kabang 

When Eazy-E died no it wasn't no thang 

Rapper dies of AIDS but you hardly mention 

Rocker blows his face off and becomes a legend 

Heroin and a shot gun and a hero was made 

Maybe I should do that shit so J can get paid 



If I was your tv I'd be like, look at me 

If I was shooting star I be like shooooom 

If I was a fat bitches thong I'd be like hell nah 

If I was a hotties thong I'd be like ahh 

If I was a cuss word I'd just be like, fuck 

If I was a rock on the moon I'd be chillin like sup 

If I was a butthole I'd just be an exit 

If I was the DOC I'd be like "man this is bull shit" 

If I was your tires on your car I'd be like... 

If I was the bumper on your car I'd be like ahh fuck 

If I was a balloon I'd be like.... 

If I was Alyssa Milano I'd be fucking Joe Bruce 

If I was a radio DJ I'd probably say, point 103 

If I was a richie ass bitch I'd be like, um ok 

If I was Spin magazine I'd put a mirror on the cover 

and be like fuck us and all our readers, even this motherfucker 

If I was your mental stress I'd be catching up 

If I was your headaches every now and then 

I'd be like thuuummmp 

If I was your tounge I'd be hatin' your teeth I'd be like 

Ah why do you always bite me every time we eat? 

If I was a chair I'd be like sit here 

and if I was Kid Rock I'd cut my feathered wolf hair 

If I was your muffler I'd be like shhh quietly 

Iif I was a price tag I'd be like you ain't buyin me 

If I was a fresh DJ I'd be like... 

If I was Jam Master J I'd be like... 

If I was a cheap clock radio I'd be like... 

If I was Barry White I'd be like what up ya'll 

I I was a nipple in the cold I'd be like... 

If I was your dead uncle I'd be like... 

If I was a rain drop I'd just be like.... 

and I was an axe in your neck I might say chop



Hey Mike, Mike, MIKE!

Turn it up, right about now

Welcome everyone to the big show 

Jake and Jack, and the dark carnival 

Remove your hats or we'll cut off your heads 

Show respect you's amongst the dead 

Don't like bigots and richy boy fucks 

Ain't shit changed bitch check nuts 

Detroit, Southwest murderers die 

The greatest spectacle under the sky 





Five cards came and made they mark 

From moon you gone down Patton Park 

Fuck your drum kits, xylophone, cello 

I'm a wicked clown bitch hello 



Everbody come jump in our ride 

Bring you and your fat ass bitch inside 

Wagons, tents are swift as a breeze 

Can't nobody get with these, motha fucka 

BRING IT ON! 





Bring it, bring it, bring it 

Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it 

Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it 

Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it 

Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it 

Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it 

Bring it, bring it 

Bring it, bring it 





Violent J, Shaggy 2 Dope serial killers with style 

Fashion of the 2000s and beyond 



Voodoo, chicken and magical wands 



"Let's meet contestant number one.He's a skitsofrantic, serial killer clown, who says, "woman love his sexy smile" 

Let's find out if his charm will work on Sharon. Sharon, what's your question?" 



"Contestant number one,I believe first impressions last forever. So let's say you were to come over to my parent's house and have dinner with me and my family. Tell me what you would do to make that first impression really stick" 





Let's see, hmm, well, I'd have to think about it 

I might show up in a tux, HA!, but I doubt it 

I'd probably just show up naked like I always do 

And lick your momma in the eye and tell her, "FUCK YOU!!!" 

Hurry up bitch, I'm hungry, I smell spaghetti 

I'd pinch her loopy ass and tell her, "Get the food ready!" 

Your dad will probably start tripping and get me pissed 

I'd have to walk up and bust him in his fucking lips! 

It's dinner time, we hearing grace from your mother 

I pull a forty out and pour some for your little brother 

I'm steady staring at your sister, I'll tell you this 

You know for only thirteen, she got some big tits 

After that, your dad will try to jump again 

And only this time, I'd put the forty to his chin 

After you mom does the dishes and the silverware 

I'd try fuck her till I nut in my underwear 





The second little piggy, his house is made of brick 

And this little piggy is a motherfucking dick 

He sits on his bench and get's all the respect 

But if I get a chance, I'm going straight for the neck 

He walked in the room, and everybody rose 

Lopped off bucket chilling underneath my clothes 

First they let the piggy, now you can finally sit 

But what this piggy don't know 

Is he's about to get his neck wet 

Now I seen the bailiff, I'm thinking what the fuck? 

I can smoke this room before his hearing aid 

Will pick it up 

Old-ass man, I let him get away 

That tired motherfucker will probably die tomorrow anyway 

Here come the piggy, it's time for my case 

His eyes are blood red with a wicked looking face 

He saw my joker's smile, and sentenced me to die 

So I racked on the bucket, made it fucking rain pork rinds 





Three little piggies to make that piggy pie 

There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die 

I might choose a gun (no!) 

I might choose an ax (yes!) 

The Carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks 



My axe is my buddy, I bring him when I walk 

Me and my axe will leave your head outlined in chalk 

My axe is my buddy, he always makes me laugh 

Me and my axe cut bigot spinal cords in half 

My axe is my buddy, and when I wind him back 

Me and my axe will give your forehead a buttcrack 

My axe is my buddy, I never leave without him 

Me and my axe will leave your neck a bloody fountain 





Everybody everybody everybody run 

Murdering murdering murdering fun 

Swing swing swing 

Chop chop chop 

Swing swing swing 

Chop chop chop 



My axe is my buddy, we right the planet's wrongs 

Me and my axe leave bigots dead on richie lawns 

My axe is my buddy, he never makes me cry 

Me and my axe will leave a divot for your eye