The Show Must Go On Songtext
von Insane Clown Posse
The Show Must Go On Songtext
Awww! Shit, yo, check it out, man
ICP back in the haugh, man
Violent J, man, 2 Dope, man
Wicked clowns, man, fuck off, man
Hey, quick, hurry up, bang
Open your mouth, ′cause here comes my wang
I'm Violent J, the Southwest schizo
Born in a big top, magical majesto
Dead body disco, rapping to the hoochies
Dirty old fat hoes come up with a smoochie
Oochie coochie la-la-la-la-la
I might pull your tongue out your mouth and try to hang ya
It′s a full moon, and the riddles are calling
Three more cards and the skies will be falling
But don't take it from me, I'm just a clown
Wicked clown, wicked town, jugga-lugga-loco
Lick it down and up ′til my nuts start singing
Dancing, hopping, I′ma keep bringing
Riddles and tricks and dead body chicks
With the swing of my magical wand
The show must go on!
Well, it all began when I was very young
Our village was so excited about the carnival's arrival
Everyone was jolly and cheery
I waited for their wagons until well after dusk
That night, while I was sleeping
I was awoken by a cold, eerie wind
Looking out, I saw strange men, cursing and filthy
And there were clowns setting up the dreary tent
I′m 2 Dope, and I sport tight Wranglers
Don't say a word, or I′ll kick ya in the neck, bitch
Everybody 'round make way for the clown
Been to New York and L.A., I′m Southwest down (baby)
Walked into El Rey's almost got my ass kicked
Rather just chill in the 'Yard in my casket
Call up the hoes, have ′em swing by the tomb
And get a little sticky stank up in this bitch (oh, yeah?)
Killer clowns, kicked out the circus
Used to get live, let the midget lady work this
I was a freak show, they called me the Pogo
I could make my ballsack bob like a yo-yo
(Give it up, give it up), Southwest looney tune
Killed another redneck, found his head in Bonnie Doone
Doony Boon, toony goon, I can hear the loons
In my head as I sing my wicked song
The show must go on!
I′ve never been afraid of clowns
But these clowns were different
There was nothing funny about these clowns at all
They smiled, they juggled, they laughed
Yet something was terribly, terribly wrong
I didn't like these clowns, for I could see through them
I knew what they were really like
I knew that this carnival that had come to my village
Was an evil, evil thing
Come see the show, big top show
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival
Dead dirty carnies, dead Juggalos
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival
You ask do we gangbang, do we bang in a gang, man
Do we bang bang, I′m a gangbanger, man
I bang in a gang, man, you can suck my wang, man
Richie boy, bitchy boy, it's a Southwest thang
Serial murderer, Southwest maniac
Slaughterer, lunatic, high school braniac
Straight-A school boy, school kid
′Til I went to school and tried to murder everyone
The show must go on!
My neighbors and friends were fools, all of them
Totally unaware of the evilness within the clowns
Their eyes reflected stairways into Hell
Their faces painted with blood
I ran from the carnival grounds
And yet every road and every path
Led me right back to the big tent
I had no escape from the strong men
The freak shows, and the Ringmaster
Come see the show, big top show
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival
Dead dirty carnies, dead Juggalos
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival
Come see the show, big top show
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival
Dead dirty carnies, dead Juggalos
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival
Yello?
Speak to Chicken Neck?
Who?
Chicken Neck
Nobody by that name here
What about Chicken Balls?
Nope
What about Chicken Fuckin' Gizzard Throat, is he there?
Look, boy, you got the wrong number
What the-? Hello?
Speak to Red Nuts?
Who?
Red Balls, Willy Redneck Balls, is he there?
Goddamnit!
Lemme get this
Who in the hell is this?
Speak to Fat Boy?
Who in the hell is this?
I wanna speak to Fat Redneck Fuckin′ Chicken Boy, is he there?
Goddamnit! Fuckin' no good bastards!
Get the damn door!
Yeah?
I have a delivery for a Mr. Redneck Fat Balls
What? You goddamned little-
It's from the wicked clowns
ICP back in the haugh, man
Violent J, man, 2 Dope, man
Wicked clowns, man, fuck off, man
Hey, quick, hurry up, bang
Open your mouth, ′cause here comes my wang
I'm Violent J, the Southwest schizo
Born in a big top, magical majesto
Dead body disco, rapping to the hoochies
Dirty old fat hoes come up with a smoochie
Oochie coochie la-la-la-la-la
I might pull your tongue out your mouth and try to hang ya
It′s a full moon, and the riddles are calling
Three more cards and the skies will be falling
But don't take it from me, I'm just a clown
Wicked clown, wicked town, jugga-lugga-loco
Lick it down and up ′til my nuts start singing
Dancing, hopping, I′ma keep bringing
Riddles and tricks and dead body chicks
With the swing of my magical wand
The show must go on!
Well, it all began when I was very young
Our village was so excited about the carnival's arrival
Everyone was jolly and cheery
I waited for their wagons until well after dusk
That night, while I was sleeping
I was awoken by a cold, eerie wind
Looking out, I saw strange men, cursing and filthy
And there were clowns setting up the dreary tent
I′m 2 Dope, and I sport tight Wranglers
Don't say a word, or I′ll kick ya in the neck, bitch
Everybody 'round make way for the clown
Been to New York and L.A., I′m Southwest down (baby)
Walked into El Rey's almost got my ass kicked
Rather just chill in the 'Yard in my casket
Call up the hoes, have ′em swing by the tomb
And get a little sticky stank up in this bitch (oh, yeah?)
Killer clowns, kicked out the circus
Used to get live, let the midget lady work this
I was a freak show, they called me the Pogo
I could make my ballsack bob like a yo-yo
(Give it up, give it up), Southwest looney tune
Killed another redneck, found his head in Bonnie Doone
Doony Boon, toony goon, I can hear the loons
In my head as I sing my wicked song
The show must go on!
I′ve never been afraid of clowns
But these clowns were different
There was nothing funny about these clowns at all
They smiled, they juggled, they laughed
Yet something was terribly, terribly wrong
I didn't like these clowns, for I could see through them
I knew what they were really like
I knew that this carnival that had come to my village
Was an evil, evil thing
Come see the show, big top show
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival
Dead dirty carnies, dead Juggalos
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival
You ask do we gangbang, do we bang in a gang, man
Do we bang bang, I′m a gangbanger, man
I bang in a gang, man, you can suck my wang, man
Richie boy, bitchy boy, it's a Southwest thang
Serial murderer, Southwest maniac
Slaughterer, lunatic, high school braniac
Straight-A school boy, school kid
′Til I went to school and tried to murder everyone
The show must go on!
My neighbors and friends were fools, all of them
Totally unaware of the evilness within the clowns
Their eyes reflected stairways into Hell
Their faces painted with blood
I ran from the carnival grounds
And yet every road and every path
Led me right back to the big tent
I had no escape from the strong men
The freak shows, and the Ringmaster
Come see the show, big top show
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival
Dead dirty carnies, dead Juggalos
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival
Come see the show, big top show
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival
Dead dirty carnies, dead Juggalos
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival
Yello?
Speak to Chicken Neck?
Who?
Chicken Neck
Nobody by that name here
What about Chicken Balls?
Nope
What about Chicken Fuckin' Gizzard Throat, is he there?
Look, boy, you got the wrong number
What the-? Hello?
Speak to Red Nuts?
Who?
Red Balls, Willy Redneck Balls, is he there?
Goddamnit!
Lemme get this
Who in the hell is this?
Speak to Fat Boy?
Who in the hell is this?
I wanna speak to Fat Redneck Fuckin′ Chicken Boy, is he there?
Goddamnit! Fuckin' no good bastards!
Get the damn door!
Yeah?
I have a delivery for a Mr. Redneck Fat Balls
What? You goddamned little-
It's from the wicked clowns
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