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Ghetto Freak Show Lyrics - Carnival Of Carnage - Insane Clown Posse

Ghetto freak show... 

It's three o'clock in the morning and you're sleeping 

Wicked clowns in the moonlight creeping 

Slide through your window under your bed 

 

Crawl in through your ear, eat your head 

Bumping into bones 'cause I need light 

Tip-toeing down through your windpipe 

Climbing down your spine was the fun part 

 

Looky looky and I think I see your fucking heart 

Uh huh so I'm stabbing like it ain't nothing 

Wicked clown cut his way out your belly button 

I'm like a vulture waiting in a dark place 

 

Swooping down and I'm picking at your dead face 

I'm sick but you don't know the whole deal 

No one ever loved me and they never will 

Bitch, I take you out on a blind date 

 

But then they find you dead under a wooden crate 

Rapped in a bag deep in the woods 

'Cause my mother always said I was no good 

Locked me in a closet, fed me dog shit 

 

Well, I'm out now, so motherfucker watch it 

The insanity's grip will never let go 

Here's your chance to a glimpse of a ghetto freak show 

I'd rather be dead...ghetto freak show... 

 

I'm a freak show coming to your house 

Standing at your porch, chewing on a dead mouse 

I'm looking like a fly so you swat me 

Keep chasing me even though you got me 

 

So what you wanna do to a ghetto thug 

First you starve me and feed me them fuckin' drugs 

Turn me into a wicked, wicked cat 

I'm coming to your house, so catch ya catch ya clown 

 

Gotta have a fucking throat, hatchet once, hatchet twice 

Gotta have the governor, the richer fucker, pay the price 

Driving with your woman, that's sweet 

Never even know I'm in the back seat 

 

Chat chit-chat about the weather 

But then I slam they fucking heads together 

Is it jealousy, they never loved me 

So now I'm ripping out your guts and it's ugly 

 

I'm trapped, don't wanna be a rich man 

Not a poor man, I need my own land 

Because the rich man be stressing all the dumb stuff 

They cut there fucking wrists if the grass ain't green enough 

 

Right there in your face, you can't tag it 

Just found out your son is a faggot 

Dick-sucking, butt-fucking homo man 

If ya stressing then you better talk to mojo man 

 

Insanity's grip will never let go 

Here's your chance to catch a glimpse of a ghetto freak show 

I'd rather be dead...ghetto freak show 

Ahaha, Violent J, the Ghetto Freak Show 

 

He's still alive 

The ultimate amazing freak show 

Is here on the Carnival of Carnage 

Line up and see him 

 

Lived years in the slums 

And he's still alive to tell about 

Line up and see him 

He's nasty, he's disgusting 

 

He's filthy, he is a freak show 

And you can see him live at the 

Carnival of Carnage 

You, young man 

 

You look like you could use a viewing 

Of a good freak show 

Line up, bring your sister, your brother 

And see the ghetto freak show 

 

Violent J is still alive 

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