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Ghetto freakshow

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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 cuz 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

I'd rather be dead...ghe-ghe-ghetto freak show
I'd rather be dead...ghe-ghe-ghetto freak show
I'd rather be dead...ghe-ghe-ghetto freak show
I'd rather be dead...ghe-ghe-ghetto freak show

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
I'm coming to your house, so catch ya catch ya clown
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
Cause the rich man be stressing all the dumb stuff
They cut they 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
Dick-sucking, buttfucking 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

I'd rather be dead...ghe-ghe-ghetto freak show
I'd rather be dead...ghe-ghe-ghetto freak show
I'd rather be dead...ghe-ghe-ghetto freak show
I'd rather be dead...ghe-ghe-ghetto freak show

Ahaha, Violent J, the Ghetto Freak Show is still alive!! The ultimate amazing freak show is here on the Carnival of Carnage!! Line up and see him!! He's lived years in the slums and he's still alive to tell about it!! 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!!!