Beverly Kills Lyrics - Beverly Kills 50187 - Insane Clown Posse

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 fucked 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 fucking 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 dyke 

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 fucking 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 

Fuck those fucking fucks, uh 

Rich fucks, man, fuck those fucks 

Beverly Hills is Beverly Kills 

I'm gonna bring ghetto carnival thrills 

Where's that other little rich little fag 

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 fucker! 

Back to the locker, boy oh boy oh 

Back to the locker, fucking stop that fucker! 

Walking down the hall and I'm feeling like the shit 

'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 fuck, 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 shit, 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