Insane Clown Posse Album

Ladies and gentlemen
I present to you, the Terror Wheel
The most horrifying, terrifying, mystifying ride
Available to the dead
Gather round my dead friends
And witness the bizarre, horrid dictales
As told to you by your favorite
Serial clown slaughterers the ICP
So who will be brave enough to step into this ride?
Just follow the trail of blood into the red tent
There your host, Willaby Rags, will strap you in
And you shall experience, the wheel!
So gather and watch, look and learn
The ways of the Terror Wheel
Oh look, there goes one now
He's walking in, good luck fella
There he goes, they're locking him into the cage
Greetings, I'm Willaby Rags
Prepare for your first stop, the Dead Body Man!
Ahahaha!

Dead bodies, dead bodies all over the street
Fifty-five, sixty-five bodies atleast
I hang with the stiffs till the break of dawn
I'm always finding bodies when I'm mowing the lawn
Drag 'em in the house, throw 'em in the oven
Wicked clown lovin that dead body grubbin
Tastes like chicken finger lickin deep fried
I ate a dead body, but don't tell, I lied
I just ate my first dead body last week
Still got the finger nail caught in my teeth
Before you start yelling and cursin my name
Remember something's wrong with my brain, insane
Second I was born, doctor threw me against the wall
Kicked open the doors and he whipped me down the hall
I'm sliding and I'm bouncing off shit like a hockey puck
And my mother's like "What the fuck?!"
He said I was born of an alien race
Born with a hatchet and a juggalo face
But I'm not a martian, you wouldn't understand
I'm just a dead body man
We got bodies, dead bodies
We got fat ones, skinny ones
Males, females, hermaphrodites
We got somebodies, we got nobodies
Bodies, bodies, bodies, whoo!

[Chorus]
Call me the dead body man (Someone give 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man (Just sell 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man (You can mail 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man (Br-bring 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man (Won't ya give 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man (You can sell 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man (Just mail 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man (Br-bring 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man (You can give 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man (You can sell 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man (Won't ya mail 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man (You can bring 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man, call me the dead body man

Dead bodies, dead bodies in the back of my van
All the little kiddies love the dead body man
I drive through my neighborhood ringing my bell
Some people run cause they don't like the smell
Others line up just as quick as they can
To try and catch a glimpse of the dead body man
It's all good, if you can stand the funk, but uh
Just don't look in the trunk
I drive down Central kickin the bass
Chillin with my freaks and I'm pickin her face
Maggots and bugs like to crawl on her head
Cause my bitch is dead, I'd rather that instead
Of a hoe you can't trust, always diggin a nut
A dead body bitch learn to keep her mouth shut
Riding in the back is my dead body crew
Only they can never think of nothing to do
If you think I'm sick take a look at yourself
You got dead deer heads up on your shelf
On your key chain is a little baby rabbit's hand
I'm just the dead body man
We also collect dead bodies
So, if you know any dead people
Or you yourself are planning on dying soon
We'll be happy to come to your house, and pay cash for it
We appreciate good healthy stiffs for our dinner
Woohoo!

Skitsofrantic, don't panic
Leave me alone, get the fuck on
Skitsofrantic to the bone, when I'm home
I hear people walking in the other room
Cooking up chicken, chilling in my kitchen
Try to drive home, someone's in the back
Whisperin words, breathin on my neck
Flickin my ear, I know they're right there
But I can't see em in my mirror, uh
Laying in my bed, I'm better off dead
They're trying to figure out a way to cut off my head
Hiding under covers, they're trying get me
But I can tell one of them is under there with me
I got a phone call, I can't pick it up
Can't do a thing, just let it ring
Cause if I do, the phone will explode
I think I better leave him on hold

[Chorus]
You're skitsofrantic, don't panic [X4]

I better just chill, bitch get real
I know you're trying to poison my meal, I know the deal
You want me dead so that you can get paid
I ain't gotta dime, so don't waste your time
I gotta kill them or they'll kill me
Who's these guys trying to walk down my street
He's got a mail bag, he's probably just frontin'
I'm a give his ass something, motherfucker
The man next door try to take me out
So I set a pipe bomb and blew up his house
Here come the cops, I don't know shit
How do I know you're legit, bitch?
I hate to say it, but fuck Mark Crem
Cause I can tell, he's just one of them
Every night I see him on my little TV
He's always looking at me, why?

[Chorus]
You're skitsofrantic, don't panic [X4]

Sittin in my room, everything's dark
I think I heard somebody fart
Now how can this be, ain't nobody home but me
And somebody's trying to turn the key, hello?
I'm losing my mind, fuck all you hoes
Pulled out an axe and take off my clothes
Paint my face like a wicked clown
I'm down, straight skitsofrantic

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic [X13]
Hey, hey, hey
You're skitsofrantic, don't panic
Hey, hey, hey
You're skitsofrantic, don't panic
Hey, hey, hey
You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

No, you ain't getting none, bitch
This shit costs money
Oh, hey hey, kiddies
How are you liking the ride thus far?
Excellent
This next one is about that shit
That comes out of the sewers and pipes
And chokes your neck
It's called the Smog

*The smog is coming*
*The smog is coming*
*The smog is coming*
*The smog is coming*

Aw, shit here it comes creeping through the cracks
The nooks the crannys it hit me smack!
It's filling up my head - I gotta get it out
I got me a plan to get the shit out
Pulled out a ice-pick and picked the bitch up
Smackin' it pushin' it in my ear-fuck!
Lord oh please what's happening to me?-
It's the poisonous air from the smokestacks G
Seeping in my head, fucking up my brain
Driving me crazy, nuts, insane
Sewer, sludgy, greasy slime I'm always bucking with all the time
Cuz he's my motherfucking enemy number 1
Trying to puncture on my life by filling up my lungs
The shit you call air, but I call it death
Cuz it makes me choke and lose my breath
My toes begin to curl, my fingers start to fold
Got droul on my lips and my body's getting cold
Don't know what to do so now I start to panic
But it's too late, I'm dead the smog got me fucked!

*The smog is coming*
*The smog is coming*
*The smog is coming*
*The smog is coming*

It's another cloudy day, it's raining, but not water
It's raining oil out the sky I think I oughta
Make a run but I slipped on an oil-slick
I can't move, I think I broke my fucking neck
It's no surprise, I'm laying there paralized
Looking up into the sky helped me realize about us
The clouds form a Devil's face, it must be a mirror image of the human race
And oh shit, here it comes-the deadly smog
I can tell by the howl of the stray dog
The air is calm, the streets are so still
When the smog creeps out the pipes for a kill
Broken neck, I'm chillin' cuz I'm a gonner
I can see the smog creepin' around the corner
I lay still and hope it doesn't notice me
Oh shit, shit, fuck, fuck, shit G!
Looking up just to see his deadly jaws
I think, I think, I think I shit my draws
But its ok, the smog left me alone
So I lay and watch the clouds turn into stone
And come crashing down over Del Ray
One even landed on your homeboy Violent J
And I'm dead, crushed me in a split second
So if I'm dead then what the fuck I'm doin' on this record?

*The smog is here!*
*The somg is coming [8 X's]*

What you gonna do?
When it comes for you?

*The smog is coming [5 X's]*

~Thoughts in my head of a clown~ [in background]
Thoughts in my head
Of a dead body laying in his house for 3 weeks
Untill his neighbors complain about the smell
Didn't he have anybody to know he was dead?
Thoughts in my head
Of a sereal killer in Iowa decided to kill himself
Before he actually killed someone else
Was that good?
Thoughts in my head
Of an ocean of blood
That when the bombs drop and causes tidal waves
Tidal waves that paint the town red
Everybody's dead
Thoughts in my head
Of mothers and fathers who look at me
And I can feel the hatred in their in eyes
And it's cold
And children are nothing but them in the future
Accept it
Thoughts in my head
Of a woman sitting on her porch, bald-headed
Because of a disease she caught from the air
The air that we breathe
The air we breathe is fucked up--Its fucked up!
Thoughts in my head
Of people wanna kill me
But you can't kill me
Cuz if you kill me, I'll be back to kill you
Done it before, do it again
Thougths in my head
Of a 16 year old little fucking punk
Sitting in his classroom
Drawing a gang sign on a folder
In his Burmingham Hills
Well fuck what you know about love
Thoughts in my head
Of people despise me and hate me and don't know me
I hate you too
So it's all good, it's all good
Thoughts in my head
Of a society that is so fucked up and so evil
That if somebody prays, they get made fun of and laughed at
But it's not gonna be funny
They'll be laughing
When the bombs drop and the town is red

Let me off the Terror Wheel
Shut up bitch
Looks like it's nighty night time
Only some of you won't be waking up
Ahahahaha!
As for the rest of you
Sit back, put on your PJ's and nighties
While you hear the story entitled Out
Ahahahaha!
What the fuck is up?
I'm in the haugh
And Violent J's finna tell a story
So sit your ass down
Shut the fuck up
And get stoned motherfucker

Well I'm waking up so early cause I knew this day would come
My daddy's passed out with an empty bottle of rum
Although she's been gone long I do not miss my mother
And he's a sorry fuck so there's nothin in the cupboard
My little brother's starving, hungry, and sick
Cause ain't nobody coming by the house giving free shit
So he gettin kinda skinny and my brother's almost dead
Got no other choice but for milk and bread
Stepped out the house for the first time in 2 years
Cause my neighborhood it ain't really good
Lay up in my bedroom night after night
I hear screams, zombies shootin and lootin
But now here I am and I'm walkin down Jefferson
With a bag of moneybacks I don't understand
How the world can be full of so many evil doer's
I can hear 'em underneath me in the sewers
Keep seeing shit out the corners of my eyes
Steady lookin over my back I didn't realize
Where I was goin
I didn't wanna bother anybody
Accidentally stepped on a dead body
Hey motherfucker watch where the fuck you're goin (Sorry)
I might be dead, but I'll kick your ass
Now I apologized but he still had to talk shit
So I stepped over his face and kept walkin
And here's the part of my story that get's really scary
Had to walk alone down Military
I can see the crackhead's hiding in the trees
Lookin for some change
Lookin for some brains
Everything seemed too quiet as I walked down the block
Until I got hit in the head with a rock
Can't really tell I musta been out for quite awhile
Cause when I woke up my Nannycoat was outta style
And the crackhead's took my moneybacks in a dash
And ripped off my arm in the process
But fuck that shit I still gots another hand
So I can still get the shit for my little man
And I'ma walk with my nuts hangin out
I ain't scared, but this is where it get's weird
Factories, toxic waste, and chemicals
They have strange effects on the animals
In my neighborhood and some get a lot bigger
Like the giant rat that jumped on my back
I'm runnin like a maniac all through the ghetto zone
And it's steady takin bites out my nug bone
Wrustling around and found it's tail
So I straight bit it
Then it ripped of my leg and broke with it
Tried to catch up but I couldn't move quick enough
This little trip to the store is straight fuckin me up
But that's ok cause the store's just down the block
So I hop
And it seems all wrong as I look up in the sky
I see the vultures waitin on me to die
But I made it to the store so fuck all you hoes
Peep out the sign
Hmmm Closed
Picked up a mailbox threw it through the wall
Cause I'ma get my shit so fuck all y'all
Took a loaf of bread and a carton off the shelf
Even took a Faygo 2 liter for myself
Walked out the store like a cheap ass when I heard
The click-click sound of a mossberg
The store owner he didn't like a beat and eat
That's why he didn't see a problem with buckin me
Blew my muthafuckin head off my shoulders
Didn't say nothin kept buck buckin
But I gotta say I made it home in a heart beat
Nobody fucks with a head rollin down the street
Now I think about it was a full man when leavin out
Now I'm a head with a loaf of bread in my mouth
Bouncin up the stairs
I knock on the door with my chin
Hey yo little man won't ya let me in?
And best believe it was good to see my little brother
Hey you forgot the milk you dumb motherfucker
Lock the door behind me cause I'm back on route
Back to the store and I'm out

Uh, uh, who's pussy is this, bitch?
Uhh, who's pussy? Yeah
Eh, what the fuck are you looking at?
Ain't you ever seen pussy before, stupid ass?
Slap that ass bitch
Oh, uh, oh, hey
How's it happenin' again?
Hey this song right here
We're ready to slow it down and get a little sexy, ya know
As 2 Dope tells ya how he stuck her with his wang

Yeah, what's up, man?
ICP in this bitch
Ya know what I'm saying
All you bitches, man
Come over to my house
And I'ma take ya upstairs
And I'ma stick you with my wang
Ya know what I'm saying?
I stuck her with my wang
She hit me in the balls
I grabbed her by her neck
And I bounced her off the walls
She said it was an accident and then apologized
But I still took my elbow and blackened both her eyes
I stuck her with my wang
Bitchy bitchy hoe
I'd like to stick a Faygo bottle in her neden hole
I twist ya and turn ya, just to shake it up
Pop off the lid now it's shooting out her butt
I stuck her with my wang
She grabbed by me nuts
She told me that she loved me then commenced on the sucking
I tried to hold it back, but I nutted in her ear
When it dried up, the bitch couldn't hear

[Chorus]
I stuck her with my wang (He stuck her with his wang, yo)
I stuck her with my wang (He stuck her with his wang, then he hit the door)

I stuck her with my wang
I'm ringing dingaling
After I hit it, my boys will do the same
Bitches come in flocks when the carnivals in town
Suckin on my nuts, trying to be down
I stuck her with my wang
The freaky little slut
She wanted me to stick my finger in and out her butt
I asked the bitch why, she gave no reply
I went psycholistic and I stuck it in her eye
I stuck her with my wang
I hit it slow motion
I had the Ringmaster brew me up a love potion
I put it on her neden, I know this sounds insane
Her coochie started whistling and singing out my name
Shaggy, Shaggy, Shaggy, stick me with your wang!

[Chorus X2]

I stuck her with my wang
I hit it chicken style
I hit up in Meijer's in the home improvement aisle
She called me Bob Vila when I stuck it in the place
I tied her legs behind her head and kicked her in the face
I stuck her with my wang
I took some Elmer's glue
I slapped it on her titties and I stuck her to the roof
And when I came back, I opened up the door
Her titties were so long they was draggin on the floor
I stuck her with my wang
A little two on one
I told her call a friend over, we can have some fun
I heard her knock knock, I'm finna get some stank
I opened up the door
Hi, I'm Frank
I kicked him in his ass (He kicked him in his ass, yo)
I kicked him in his ass (He kicked him in his ass then we fucked him up)
I stuck her with my wang (He stuck her with his wang, yo)
I kicked him in his ass (He kicked him in his ass then we fucked him up)
I stuck her with my wang

All kind of bitches, man
Ya know what I'm saying
Fat bitches, skinny bitches
Ugly bitches,
I stuck her with my wang
Bitches with hunchbacks
Bald-headed bitches
Motherfuckin
Nasty motherfuckin noodle-stank booty-wack bitches
I stuck her with my wang

Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here
I think you should come up here
Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here
I think you should come up here
(Amy's in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic)
Yet another day of all the suffering it gave
I was just a little boy ever so naive
Amy was my best friend, I never want to hurt her
I never wanna ever wanna think about her murder
On the playground, I chase her down the slide
I chase her cross the monkey bars
And she would run and hide
Jinglin and tumbling, I pushed her off the sled
Amy coincidently hit her head
Jumbling inside my brain, down came the rain
Amy isn't answering, who would get the blame?
Amy isn't laughing, Amy isn't crying
Amy isn't really breathing, God I think she's dying
Suddenly, the air is cold I must get her inside
Even though she died, Amy has to hide
Nobody must ever know that I made Amy sick
Lock her up forever in the attic
Maybe it's best they buy it, thinking did she really die
I'm thinking if it's really true
Then how come I am telling you
And if I really meant to do it
Should I be a victim too
Should I walk the terror stairs
And see if all my terror fairs, no
Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here
Amy's in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic
I think you should come up here
Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here
I think you should come up here

Every day I suffer but eleven years have passed
How long will this keep and the nightmares last
Sitting in my living room, another strange feeling
I think I'm hearing tiny footsteps on the ceiling
Looking in my mirror, the image isn't clear
I feel as if a little girl is standing at my rear
Then I awake at the blink of an eye
Voices from the attic yelling, why?
What if Amy wasn't dead living in the box
Banging on the walls, rattling the locks
Feeding on the roaches, rodents, and filth
And when there's nothing left, she feeds off herself
Why do I think of Amy in this way?
She was once a lovely girl running out to play
Maybe it's all a dream insane fanatic
Maybe there's no Amy in the attic after all

Maybe it's best they buy it, thinking did she really die
I'm thinking if it's really true
Then how come I am telling you
And if I really meant to do it
Should I be a victim too
Should I walk the terror stairs
And see if all my terror fairs, no
Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here
Amy's in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic
I think you should come up here
Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here
Amy's in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic
I think you should come up here
Maybe it's best they buy it, thinking did she really die
I'm thinking if it's really true
Then how come I am telling you
And if I really meant to do it
Should I be a victim too
Should I walk the terror stairs
And see if all my terror fairs
Amy isn't dead...

Maybe it's best they buy it, thinking did she really die
I'm thinking if it's really true
Then how come I am telling you
And if I really meant to do it
Should I be a victim too
Should I walk the terror stairs
And see if all my terror fairs
Amy's in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic
Barrels to my nugget semi glock automatic
Should I pull the trigger, would this break the chains
That keeps Amy locked in my brain
No, I must be starting to pray that I'm wrong
I pray it's just a fantasy that carried on too long
Amy isn't dead, I never knew an Amy
I was just a boy, how can you blame me?
Maybe that's okay, but she's tapping at the walls
I see a darling little girl is floating down the hall
Slowly coming toward me, her arms are spreading wide
Opens up her mouth to show the maggots inside
Crying, whining, rotting is the feeling
Tiny drips of blood crowning from the ceiling
Landing on my head, I'm psycho-sick
I've finally had it
Amy, know I'm coming to the attic!

Maybe it's best they buy it, thinking did she really die
I'm thinking if it's really true
Then how come I am telling you
And if I really meant to do it
Should I be a victim too
Should I walk the terror stairs
And see if all my terror fairs yes
Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here
Amy's in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic
I think you should come up here
Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here
Amy's in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic
I think you should come up here
Maybe it's best they buy it, thinking did she really die
I'm thinking if it's really true
Then how come I am telling you
And if I really meant to do it
Should I be a victim too
Should I walk the terror stairs
And see if all my terror fairs
Maybe it's best they buy it, thinking did she really die
I'm thinking if it's really true
Then how come I am telling you
And if I really meant to do it
Should I be a victim too
Should I walk the terror stairs
And see if all my terror fairs
Maybe it's best they buy it, thinking did she really die
I'm thinking if it's really true
Then how come I am telling you
And if I really meant to do it
Should I be a victim too
Should I walk the terror stairs
And see if all my terror fairs
Maybe it's best they buy it, thinking did she really die
I'm thinking if it's really true
Then how come I am telling you
And if I really meant to do it
Should I be a victim too
Should I walk the terror stairs
And see if all my terror fairs