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[Cows mooing and carnival music plays in the background]
Here we are. This is the calm before the storm. We off the track now. That means
we're heading into
brand new unknown territorys y'all. We into the crop circles, It says time waits
for no mutahfuckin'
body. After this short calm, a vicious storm will arrive. A horendously wicked
storm. Lighting bolts
so powerful they set fire to water. Thunder loud enogh to shatter brick walls.
And it's headin' right
towards us all. We call this storm The Tempest. Tornados of fire, being chased
by enormus tidal waves.
The tempest. Tearing down forests into feilds reveiling crop circles. The
Tempest. Who will be left,
Who will still be around in the end. The Tempest. Who will survive long enough
to join us for the new
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[intro]
Rolin' over, Hell muthafuckin' yeah bitch. Hatchet chop straight to your
muthafuckin' face. Rollin'
over. I look up ther's still so far to go? Wicked clowns got that real shit.
What up though.
[verse 1]
I come floatin' in this bitch with some wings like a pegesies, got a shiny ass V
on my cheast wut up
i'm Violent j the clown, I'm goofy for a second, but when your bitch headless
i'm on top of her
necket. Yo know my status, I'm juggalatis, and we the baddest here to sever your
melon it's wicked
shit that we sellin' we off the track now give your bitch ass a bitch slap now
nobody never steppin
down we bout to enter second round. Running backwards on the walls shaggy 2 dope
in this muthafucka.
You talkin through your but cause silence is for suckers. So i'm out there
throughout the year i'm
right here don't stare like a bitch bitch buy me a beer nobody wicked like me i
do this terrifically
and my mutahfuckin pimp slap will knock down a tree so clown love bitch, I seen
it tatted on tittes we
forever on tour clown love in your city.
[Chorus 1]
Rollin' over, i look up there's still so far to go, so much time, Rollin over, I
look up there's
still so far to go, it's yo time, Rollin over, I look up there's still so far to
go, so much time,
Rollin' over, I look up there's still so far to go, it's yo time for your mind.
[Verse 2]
I got three body's stuffed in my trunk i'm blowin' red lights and bet i'm
blowin' heads off before
i'm read any rights baby i'm outlaw. painted up and packin the bombs I stomp
preps in the streets and
sound fire alarms bitch run for your life we keep it wicked and scary, and we
welcome to our world
anything that you bury i throw meteors and fire balls through brick walls and
got a thre foot dick for
all your chick jaws. Walkin' through the slums bout' to strangle someone, maybe
it's accustom gotta
get it done, I live like that spirits haunting me like that, i'm lost in the
ougi board ain't never
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[intro]
Let me in this bitch. Let me get some change shit. Man fuck this dress code
bitch. i can dance
muthafucka. i can daaannncccee.
[verse 1]
i'm on crack, Walkin alleyways downtown, people drop change so i'm checkin the
ground behind a
nightclub, i can hear the bump outside i hear em' laughin' and drinkin' and
dancin' getin' live and
i'm lonely, graspin' on my 55 cent, i don't know where my meds went, they been
spent and i'm bent, i
don't remember yesterday at all, i'm barkin at the moon as i'm pissin' on the
wall, people grippin'
new cars checkin' out a few bars, they see me comin' side step a few yards i'm
like a bad man, holdin'
out my crusty ass hands scouldin' an imaginary friend scary and i'm blackin' out
just about to lose
all hope, i was peerin through the window of a nightclub scopin', and there she
was everything i
planned for on the spotlight on the dance floor gravitatin'
[chorus]
She kept her rythum her feet to the floor she dipped down she did the twirl and
she shook it some
more she's ruby. She made me happy i tried to refrain I walk off but then i run
right back i'm at it
again she's callin'
[verse 2]
I ran a few blocks away and broke a bottle, carjacked a mini-van and punched
full throttle right back
to the spot then i waited to get her, but when she came out, she had a bitch-boy
wit' her no problem,
hit the pipe and follow em' home and my imaginary freind gone have to leave me
alone cause this really
goin' down i feel it pullin me home knowin i'm a wicked clown i gotta throw it
down, she pulled in her
and her fuck ass strolled in, i hit the pipe again and jump out the stolen,
jumpin through back yards
clumsey and trippin', it don't matter where ya go theres a throat slingin', and
the way she danced
split flames burnin me alive out here quit playin games i'm on the side of her
house lookin in through
the back den and there she was with him again dancin'
[chorus x1]
[verse 3]
I walk right in through the front door unlocked, no gun cocked, cinder block,
clown paint, i came
here to dance boogy, umph ahhh, and maybe tap a little nookie, i'm creepin music
bumpin in the back,
i'm down the hallway hidin' behind the coat rack, and here come the punk bout to
get champaighned, i
take the rock and pop em' with the damn thang, hit em' in the back of the head,
he dropped the wine
but i caught him in time i had to take his life with a steak knife, i washed it
off and put it back
i'm keepin' the place nice i'm comin bitch you want an olive or somethin' i'm
fuckin' straight out the
streets but i'm down with some frontin' i wanna tango, but instead i'm still
outside the club and it's
all in my head.
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(Shaggy 2 Dope)
The sun rises and sets on time every day of the year
But sporadically the circles appear
Baffling all through the history of known man
Since fuckin’ with the mystery of stone hedge
Aliens, cults, witches with lawn mowers, mind blowers
Nobody knows what for sure
Bloody nose when I walk in the vicinity
But I can read them and I believe that I need them
I’m runnin’ through a wheat field, chasin’ a ghost that loves circles
Use it for portals and time holes
And dance backwards, and chant with the crow people
At the crop circle, I’ve come to know people
Under moon rays lighten up my new ways ?
They mow them in two days, 100 years from now we’ll pay for that mishap
With another motherfucking hurricane bitch slapped
(Chorus)
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
Something solely meant just for me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
(Violent J)
This ball of mud that we live on is alive
You try to wipe its mouth, it’s gonna wipe us out
I lay in a field alone in the middle of the night
Try to get my life right, pray for bright lights
Set flames to the wheat rows during an eclipse
And the spirits will come out, dance, catch you a glimpse
They’re like artists, connecting the stars in rare fashion
Intricately placed with secrets of white magic
I’m running through the moon lit fields
Following a little orb light hoping it might reveal any secret
Its dancing, and I can’t catch up
And I almost ran head first into a truck
No compass will work, and I’m lookin’ for answers
Why the sands of my hour glass fall off backwards?
Have I lost you, cause I’ve lost me too
But if you’re hiding in the crops I will come find you
(Chorus)
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
Something solely meant just for me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
(Violent J)
40,000 years ago, the stoning of a young man
His story written in the crops near Spokane
In England the face of a dead woman shown
Etched out a wheat field uniquely woven
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
Hieroglyphics, mathematical genius, predicting the orbital patterns of Venus
In the grass behind your grandpas wood barn
Complex designs drops seconds before dawn
(Violent J)
Dead birds, scattered throughout the patterns of art
No explanation left by the shadows of dark
Batteries drained of they power in seconds
I’m layin’ in the crop circle countin’ my blessings
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
And my heart, tho?, headaches, and nausea were creeping
And your nose will bleed while you’re sleepin’
(Violent J)
Don’t go near there, don’t dare, be ware
Unless your like us, and don’t care
(Chorus)
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
Something solely meant just for me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
Circle something, circle something
Something solely meant just for me
Circle something, circle something
The crop circles are talking to me
(Shaggy 2 Dope) Hey baby come on over here and have a seat you know
I’m glad I finally got you to the house
(Girl) This is nice
(Shaggy 2 Dope) Yeah, oh damn, I gotta check this message you know
I’ve been filln’ out applications all around the city you know trying to get a job
(Girl) Don’t worry about it baby
(Shaggy 2 Dope) I’ll handle this
(Message) What the fucks your problem asshole im fucking brok over here
I need your fucking money
(Shaggy 2 Dope) Oh, shit
(Girl) Who the fuck was that?
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(Violent J)
Bitch back up cause your dimmin’ my shine
You got nine kids, only two of them mine
I get you cigarettes, weed, pampers, and similac
Bitch start giving back, fuck hittin’ that
Your shit loop like a bowl of soup
And every time I’m with you, I’m smelling nothing but baby poop
You got WIC food stamps, and ADC
Why you still fucking with me, you dirty scoundrel
And I’ma murder any friend of the court
Throw a bomb in they office on the way to the airport
Then blast off, catch a flight to another life
Five baby mommas every one of them trife? hoes
They won’t stifle, always wanna fight and for what
Get the rifle one to her butt, POP!
I won’t have it, bitches won’t fly straight
And I got two more bitches callin’ sayin’ they late
Baby momma blues
(Chorus)
Deadbeat moms are chasing me ain’t no one on my side
I’m packin all my shit up and I’m taking off tonight
Bitch leave me alone
(Esham)
Fuck my baby momma, with that baby drama
Callin’ me while I’m in the Bahamas with Lana and Donna
Two freaks that I met with the hummer from last summer
Anyway bitch, how’d u get my new number
Fuck my baby momma, she need a new weed?
That bitch did something that I couldn’t believe
She called up a priest, she called the police
And then called a lawyer and took half of my piece
Fuck my baby momma, I can’t see it like Stevie Wonder
All I know is when it rains it thunders
My baby momma took me under
Fuck my baby momma, and my thirty kids
Don’t tell me bout shit that none of them did
To all you deadbeat moms, who be bringin’ the drama
Fuck you in front of the court, and fuck my baby momma
(Chorus)
Deadbeat moms are chasing me ain’t no one on my side
I’m packin all my shit up and I’m taking off tonight
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
I got the baby momma blues from in my shoes
You don’t love them kids, you only keep them to use
You breathe fire, all your baby daddies are rappers
How that happen?
You got me plottin’ a kidnapping
Baby momma, baby momma, baby momma, fuck off!
All I know, you shoulda just jacked me off
He looks like me, bitch, he looks just like you
Damn, just a piece of neden ?
Bitch, I bought you a trailer, it wasn’t enough
You met some punk and he stole your stuff
You wrecked your car they cut off your phone
Baby mommas blowin me up
AIN’T NOBODY HOME!
How much money, just for three kids
I got three other hoes layin’ down they bids
Don’t think I wont choke out all 4 of they faces
I got baby mommas in phenomenal places
(Chorus)
Deadbeat moms are chasing me ain’t no one on my side
I’m packin all my shit up and I’m taking off tonight
Leave me alone
(Esham)
There you have it, man
These hoes done lost they minds, man
These hoes keep tryin’ to hit a brother with charges
So I just keep on hittin’ them with gauges
You know what I’m sayin’?
These hoes can just jump up off me man
I don’t give a fuck what the DMA say, you hear what I’m sayin?
Fuck what the DMA say
I just had another one man
Yeah, it’s tryna get me
I don’t know man
I don’t know what they gone do
But if they break up out this..
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Well hello boys and girls come on in see the show. Its the mistical, magical,
great dark carnival. Dont bother lookin for parking, get rid of it, it aint like
you ever coming back you fucking idiot. The carnival emerges only when you bout
to die, and right now mother fucker you are dead in the sky. So come and put
your soul up on the murder go round and we'll strap you down and spin you into
oblivion. I got a spike for yo neck with my ninja blow gun because i be the
jugga loda dada loda sho-gun. I swings my sword down and split you in two before
you even fall i bitch smack both of you. welcome to our carnival 50 thousand
juggalos, freeks and wierdos and killas at our shows. Im just glad we down wit
em' hate to be yall. and have a juggalo shatter my skull for the carnival.
[Chorus:]
Welcome to the show, shangri la of the dark carnival. welcome to the show, bitch
boy you dead. Welcome to the show, shangri la of the dark carnival. welcome to
the show, dead dead dead dead.
Welcome to my exibit i be the shaggs, sit back and enjoy, relax yo nipples and
nut bags. its only juggalos here you know what we about, swinging hatchets,
faygo and a dick in yo mouth. so they call us a circus, we accept the role. we
been sayin that its comin for like ten years or so. and everywhere that we go
from alaska to spain, im seein juggalos dancin in the faygo rain. some of those
at our shows feel a carnival high, i seen em' jumpin the stage and float off
into the sky. they aint ever comin back, the carnival has been found, and all we
can do is dream about it smokin them down. i got love for dead people, and i
hope to die, i got neden waitin on me up in shangri la. but if you really wanna
hear the fucking devils exibit, the shit is called Hells Pit, run out and get
it.
[Chorus:]
Welcome to the show, shangri la of the dark carnival. welcome to the show, bitch
boy you dead. Welcome to the show, shangri la of the dark carnival. welcome to
the show, dead dead dead dead.
when its your time, death is near, step right up on over here. games, prizes,
shows and rides, its that carnival paridise. [X2]
Welcome to the show, shangri la of the dark carnival. welcome to the show, its
that carnival paridise. [X2]
when its your time, death is near, step right up on over here. games, prizes,
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(Violent J)
I’ll ride a fucking pogo stick all over your face
With Shaggy on my shoulders adding to the weight
We like it like that, fuck you
We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
We love all hoes, skinny old hoes
Big balled hoes, we dig all those
We like it like that, fuck you
We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll
(Violent J)
We slap rappers in the head with the mic during freestlye wars
And get thrown out the doors
*Dynamite scratched*
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
We rock our own wear, and if we don’t care
About what the fuck is going on out there
We like it like that, fuck you
We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll
Fuck you, fuck ya’ll
Fuck you, fuck ya’ll
(Violent J)
When the streets go quiet it means something’s wrong
I’m standing on a corner sippin’ on something strong
We like it like that, fuck you
We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
Channel 719 hit us with the high beam
Wicked clowns choppin’ em down live on the scene
We like it like that, fuck you
We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll
(Violent J)
Sometimes my dome feels like a cherry bomb
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
I gotta pound his fucking head with a hammer to keep him calm
(Violent J)
Get him
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
We so deep underground, the devil came around
But got his tail chopped off by Shaggy the clown
We like it like that, fuck you
We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll
Fuck you, fuck ya’ll
Fuck you, fuck ya’ll
(Violent J)
We livin’ in a fun house, walkin’ through mirrors and walls
The floor spins and it rains in the halls
We like it like that, fuck you
We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
Many hate us, but we the greatest
Ya’ll just keep talkin, elevate us
We like it like that, fuck you
We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll
(Violent J)
We human cannonballs flyin’ with no necks
Into brick walls scarier the show gets
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
We throw punches, hittin’ faces like freight trains
Guaranteed to put shit in your Hanes
We like it like that, fuck you
We like it like that, so fuck ya’ll
Fuck you, fuck ya’ll
Fuck you, fuck ya’ll
Fuck you, fuck ya’ll
Say fuck you
Fuck ya’ll (Fuck you)
Man fuck you bitches (Fuck ya’ll)
Fuck ya’ll (Fuck you)
What you gonna do bitch (Fuck ya’ll)
I say fuck ya’ll (Fuck you)
Man fuck all you hoes (Fuck ya’ll)
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[Violent J]
I battle samurais, they fight like little bitches to me
Ive murdered everybody i need some switches for me
Take me some place nobody ever knew existed
Gone like the missle that missed it and gone balistic
Its floatin on anyone caught in the way
Im falling through the future while your back in the day
And no that, theres a storm comin brewin up ahead
Black rain as hot as it can get
[Chorus]
We off the track
Off the track, off the track
Falling freely
Dip on back, back
Flying with me
We off the track
Off the track, off the track
Falling freely
Dip on back, back
Flying with me
[Shaggy]
Mother fucker i been droppin freestyles
For fifty three miles
We droppin nuclear bombs we tryin to see smiles
I caught a shootin star
Inside a peanut butter jar
We bring it in the vocal booth and beam out like rayzars
We draw crop circles
The **** sky purples
Cast out colorful shiny diamonds wonderful
Im not the one that bullshit about the thunder though
We keep it juggalo
We underground and more
Rockin shows in my underwear
Never been the one to care
Spend every penny that we ever made on weed and beer
I make the rainest
But the joker cards is forever famous
But who can blame us
The carnival became us
Im sleepin in the clouds leaving through the night sky
I fantasize let you see something beyond your eyes
I seen the galaxy ate lucky charms off the milkyway
But tommorow gonna be the day
[Chorus]
We off the track
Off the track, off the track
Falling freely
Dip on back, back
Flying with me
We off the track
Off the track, off the track
Falling freely
Dip on back, back
Flying with me
[Violent J & Shaggy]
And we gon ride high
Swerve left and right high
Oh we gon ride high
Swerve left and right high
All Night
[Violent J]
You gotta meet me to believe me
And meet me to achieve me
And vision through your third eye to even try to see me
Im to dramatic
Ill slap you with the Sledge-O-Matic
Im on your TV screen talkin through the static
Im on the beaches of Afghanistan
Talkin to the reefer man
Caught in a avalanche and dont need an ambulance
Come with me ill show you how to relax
Dark Carnival wagons is flying off the tracks
So cmon
[Chorus]
We off the track
Off the track, off the track
Falling freely
Dip on back, back
Flying with me
We off the track
Off the track, off the track
Falling freely
Dip on back, back
Flying with me
[Violent J & Shaggy]
And we gon ride high
Swerve left and right high
Oh we gon ride high
Swerve left and right high
All Night
[Chorus]
We off the track
Off the track, off the track
Falling freely
Dip on back, back
Flying with me
Off the track, off the track
Falling freely
Dip on back, back
Flying with me
[Violent J Talkin]
Violent J and Shaggy motherfuckin 2 Dope forever makin music. For the
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