| Lyrics: | [Violent J]
Rich boy's in trouble
Car broke down on a drive through the ghetto
All the
weird people, you gotta get the fuck out
Need to use the phone, step into my funhouse
Hey
yo, dope, looks like we got another
He'd like to go for a ride on the neck cutter
Straight
to the cart for the next spectacular
Just to know, it's a dead body sittin next to ya
Get
ready for the carnival thrills
Should of cut your little faggot ass in the hills
Boom!
through the door into the room, you gotta check it out
It's where we cut your fingers off and
stick em in your mouth
That should show you that you greedy little rich fuckIf you're bucking
with
the juggla you're a dead duck
Eight fingers in your mouth and two sticking out your
nose
Further down the hall, the room with jokeros
That's where you get by seventeen wicked
clowns
For the seventeen dead bodies never found
And they jump on your back until your ribs
crack
Toss you in the cart and push you down the deli tracks
Spinning and twisting, rolling
and bumping
The dead fuck next to ya is trying to tell ya somethin
Listen close, you can
barely make it out
"Bitch, you ain't shit in my electric funhouse"
"Help me, I'm
trapped in here. Somebody let me out.
Oh my god!!! Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!"
"Come here,
rich boy
My head is spinning 360 degrees
Richie richie richie
Come
here"
"Bitch, fuck you, yeah, know what I'm saying
Wicked clowns running the
funhouse
Ain't no way to get out until the killer gets your neck cut like a
man"
[Violent J]
Pick a card, any card, any motherfucking card......A joker's
card
Sorry, bitch, the luck of the draw
Violent J's gonna have to ice your jaw
Sna |
