and we sendin clown love out to above the law.
When I sit there and right this shit for the mic i hold,
I make sure my beats are loud and bold and cold,
Violent J is the name that I go by,
Waking up with blood on my hands and I dunno why,
You motherfucker's tryin to get in my path,
Don't be surprised if you get a shotgun in your ass,
Instigators, i got one for that ass too,
I'm gonna hang you from a street ligh mangled and blue(eww),
You on my shit like a fiend on coke,
And if you say the wrong thing, I'll put a slit in your throat,
So it's the answer, no, I'm not a dancer, no,
But I call myself a juggalo,
And this is not a demo,
ICP above the law we let it GO!
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Fantasizing, dramatizing, reinacting, murder murder.
I feel actions speak loud like words and verbs and adjectives,
They give the scrubs a chance to live,
Not who's first, second or third,
It ain't he says, she says, fuck whatever you heard,
When you live like that your life is mangled,
In other words your neck is all tangled up,
I aint a hoe I always go for mine,
I was taught its hard from the start, but you can always CLIMB!
(Chorus X2)
Violent J, I break backs, back break with my crew,
If I'm jumping in the pit then im gettin loose,
Cuz I'm taking out people causing bodily harm,
Making moves to improve the Dark Carnival brainstorm.
I'm not inferior, I ain't taking no shit,
Last kid that tried to check me got his fucking neck slit,
Powers my name, the clown be insane,
and if we get to panicking we all gonna rearrange.
Ladies and gentleman, introducing, the triple threat,
The Wraith, The Great Milenko, and the Ringmaster!