Jugglers come out to play...

Guess who`s coming to your big town
Jugglin` jesters kick it clowns
Circus sound painted frown
Carnival of carnage creeping round

I`m Violent J and I`m sick
They try to run me down but ya know I`m too slick
And I slip and slide like a slinkie
Slip and slide with my twinkie
Welcome to my world as it winds and it twists
I`m a kick a funky little rhyme that you missed
Boloo-chewy-wuwwy-do-boo
And you`d be f**ked up if that was really voodoo
Come see the one at the show of your life
See me breathe fire and swallow a knife, right
I ain`t swallowing nothing, Jack
But I can juggalo like you never thought you`d ever know
And we packin` that funk
With a snap and a clap and a jump jump
So chicky chicky freak if ya wanna be down
Step on up, ah...and kiss the clown

Kiss the clown

Stop the bus
Violent J comes out
Barrels to your face
And blow your f**king face off

`cause ya know my mind is golden oh
Happen to catch me a Beverly show
Body fell asleep but my mind goes on
Welcome to the world of juggla`s dome
First day I enrolled at the high school
Butt-naked with an axe, "wow, he`s so cool"
"Stand up and say your name, tell us about yourself"
My name`s 2 Dope and I cut necks all to hell
Dylan, Dylan, I`m trying to find Dylan
I`m finna cut his throat with a carny carny killin`
Rich boy never seen a ghetto jokero
Slap you in the head with a sledgehammo
Sorry Dylan didn`t mean to knock ya
Then I stuffed his dead body in my locker
To the next class don`t wanna be late
Finna ask Brenda on a little date
I heard this bitch likes to fight in clubs
Took her to a Might Max threw a pair of gloves
Wants to get her ass beat by a fat d**e
And left the money-ass bitch there for the night
Woke her in the morning, threw her in the trunk
Threw her in the tub, `cause the dumb bitch stunk
How you doing Brenda, mind if I bend ya
Over rover, do me like Dundy
I`m sure ya`d like that, ya little skank
And when I finished, I stuffed the f**king head in the fish tank

Back to the school, fat bitch in the locker
Couldn`t fit her booty in, so I cut her booty out
Sometimes I feel like I`m already in hell
Throwing up children on Del Ray smell
F**k those f**king f**ks, uh
Rich f**ks, man, f**k those f**ks
Beverly Hills is Beverly Kills
I`m gonna bring ghetto carnival thrills
Where`s that other little rich little f**
Looking for Brandon `cause we can`t stand him
I know my boys make the bass go boom
But shhh, you can hear jacking off in the boys room

"Aww, aww, Dylan. I want your anus. Aww, you`re so hot."

Kicked in the stall then I kicked in his jaw
Kicked him in face and kicked in his balls
Punk tried to run but he couldn`t try to wobble
Bust him in the head with an empty Faygo bottle
Took him to the staircase, jumped on his face
Road him down the bumpy chase
Can I hear him breathe one last note
Stuffed his back down his throat

Back to the locker, boy oh boy oh
Back to the locker, stop that f**ker!
Back to the locker, boy oh boy oh
Back to the locker, f**king stop that f**ker!

Walking down the hall and I`m feeling like the s**t
`cause all that`s left is one skank ass bitch
Kelly, Kelly, your neden`s kinda smelly
Funk down your legs and up to your belly
But I`m with Del Ray, so f**k, don`t fade me
Let me him man, you`re finna kick the can

"Come on, bitch, man. You`re getting ready to die anyway.
Bitch, calm down. Let me get a little putang, ya know what I`m
saying. Let me get a little trimp, bitch. You finna die."

Okay, `cause I`m not a raper
But ya still make morning paper
Kelly found dead in her bathroom
Nah, Kelly found dead in her dad`s room
No, Kelly found dead in her backyard
`cause Kelly choked on a Joker`s Card
Smashed up bodies chilling in my locker
Kelly wouldn`t fit, chop-chop-chop-chop her
Oh no, principal know what I`m about
`cause one of Dylan`s sideburns was sticking
Oh s**t, they chase me `cause they found the bodies
Now I run my ass off, he-ho he-ho

Yelling, getting mad, you can hear them cuss
Didn`t look both ways and got hit by bus
Crunched up under, tangled in the wheels
Spit me out the muffler, ya know how that feels
Lost both my legs so I`m running on my hands
Then I seen Prince so I clap `cause I`m a big fan
And straight busted my face on the street
And here come the police...ya know