Guess who's coming to your big town
 Jugglin' jesters  kick it clowns
 Circus sound  painted frown
 Carnival of carnage creeping round

 I'm Violent J and I'm sick
 They try to run me down but ya know I'm too slick
 And I slip and slide like a slinkie
 Slip and slide with my twinkie
 Welcome to my world as it winds and it twists
 I'm a kick a funky little rhyme that you missed
 Boloo-chewy-wuwwy-do-boo
 And you'd be fucked up if that was really voodoo
 Come see the one at the show of your life
 See me breathe fire and swallow a knife, right
 I ain't swallowing nothing, Jack
 But I can juggalo like you never thought you'd ever know
 And we packin' that funk
 With a snap and a clap and a jump jump
 So chicky chicky freak if ya wanna be down
 Step on up, ah...and kiss the clown

 Kiss the clown

 Stop the bus
 Violent J comes out
 Barrels to your face
 And blow your fucking face off

 Cuz ya know my mind is golden oh
 Happen to catch me a Beverly show
 Body fell asleep but my mind goes on
 Welcome to the world of juggla's dome
 First day I enrolled at the high school
 Butt-naked with an axe, "wow, he's so cool"
 "Stand up and say your name, tell us about yourself"
 My name's 2 Dope and I cut necks all to hell
 Dylan, Dylan, I'm trying to find Dylan
 I'm finna cut his throat with a carny carny killin'
 Rich boy never seen a ghetto jokero
 Slap you in the head with a sledgehammo
 Sorry Dylan didn't mean to knock ya
 Then I stuffed his dead body in my locker
 To the next class don't wanna be late
 Finna ask Brenda on a little date
 I heard this bitch likes to fight in clubs
 Took her to a Might Max threw a pair of gloves
 Wants to get her ass beat by a fat dyke
 And left the money-ass bitch there for the night
 Woke her in the morning, threw her in the trunk
 Threw her in the tub, cuz the dumb bitch stunk
 How you doing Brenda, mind if I bend ya
 Over rover, do me like Dundy
 I'm sure ya'd like that, ya little skank
 And when I finished, I stuffed the fucking head in the fish tank

 Back to the school, fat bitch in the locker
 Couldn't fit her booty in, so I cut her booty out
 Sometimes I feel like I'm already in hell
 Throwing up children on Del Ray smell
 Fuck those fucking fucks, uh
 Rich fucks, man, fuck those fucks
 Beverly Hills is Beverly Kills
 I'm gonna bring ghetto carnival thrills
 Where's that other little rich little fag
 Looking for Brandon cuz we can't stand him
 I know my boys make the bass go boom
 But shhh, you can hear jacking off in the boys room

 "Aww, aww, Dylan. I want your anus. Aww, you're so hot."

 Kicked in the stall then I kicked in his jaw
 Kicked him in face and kicked in his balls
 Punk tried to run but he couldn't try to wobble
 Bust him in the head with an empty Faygo bottle
 Took him to the staircase, jumped on his face
 Road him down the bumpy chase
 Can I hear him breathe one last note
 Stuffed his back down his throat

 Back to the locker, boy oh boy oh
 Back to the locker, stop that fucker!
 Back to the locker, boy oh boy oh
 Back to the locker, fucking stop that fucker!

 Walking down the hall and I'm feeling like the shit
 Cuz all that's left is one skank ass bitch
 Kelly, Kelly, your neden's kinda smelly
 Funk down your legs and up to your belly
 But I'm with Del Ray, so fuck, don't fade me
 Let me him man, you're finna kick the can

 "Come on, bitch, man. You're getting ready to die anyway.
 Bitch, calm down. Let me get a little putang, ya know what I'm
 saying. Let me get a little trimp, bitch. You finna die."

 Okay, cuz I'm not a raper
 But ya still make morning paper
 Kelly found dead in her bathroom
 Nah, Kelly found dead in her dad's room
 No, Kelly found dead in her backyard
 Cuz Kelly choked on a Joker's Card
 Smashed up bodies chilling in my locker
 Kelly wouldn't fit, chop-chop-chop-chop her
 Oh no, principal know what I'm about
 Cuz one of Dylan's sideburns was sticking
 Oh shit, they chase me cuz they found the bodies
 Now I run my ass off, he-ho he-ho

 Yelling, getting mad, you can hear them cuss
 Didn't look both ways and got hit by bus
 Crunched up under, tangled in the wheels
 Spit me out the muffler, ya know how that feels
 Lost both my legs so I'm running on my hands
 Then I seen Prince so I clap cuz I'm a big fan
 And straight busted my face on the street
 And here come the police...ya know