Under The Big Top - Icp Lyrics - Psychopathics From Outer Space (part Two) - Insane Clown Posse

"Wicked Clowns are invading you" 

I'm Violent J, Papa Killjoy, I can't be fixed 

I'm a crooked ass clown with some filthy tricks 

I killed hot bitches out there but I grow weed plants 

So every time I hit the blunt 

It's like I'm hitting that ass 

And I'm Shaggy, throwing heads in the air by the hair 

I bounce them off my heals while people cough they meals 

I kick heads like soccor balls and do tricks with them 

I get hotter than a globetrotter, twirling and spinning 

I sick with it with a sword, I can balance and stand on it 

Killed many men, one swing in the end 

I'm so quick you won't see shit but the guy's eyes wiggling 

And me in the Bruce Lee stance giggling 

I rob liquor stores at night when the workers are tired 

I run up in that bitch swinging chainsaws on fire 

And I can balance on a ball while juggling all your limbs 

While rest of you is chained up in a chair watching him 

Under the big top 

So many tricks to show (Come down) 

So many freak shows to go to (Come down) 

So many eyeballs to throw 

Your soul you're quick to drop 

Under the big top 

This wicked shit we flow to (Come down) 

So many dead souls we go through (Come down) 

Inside Hell's Pit they throw you 

Let the fire get to know you 

Violent J is a man that can end your life 

And then wear your slippers and fuck your wife 

You get a pie in the face, a fucking pie in the face 

Then you get cut up and sent to your momma in a suitcase 

Bitch I'm Shaggy clear outta my squares 

I ride a bike backwards in my underwears 

I tell human stories to ghosts and I dead the awake 

Plus I'm trapped in the other side of the mirror I think 

Twenty five chairs stacked up, I'm on the top 

Fucking balancing on my head, I'm about to drop 

And I'm holding up a bear on my foot that juggaling 

All six in the mix, will this be the end? 

This will the end of my dick all up in another bitches ass 

Wicked clowns will make the wicked shit last 

And I kick a dick's ass trying to stop the shit 

Icepick to your temple than pop your shit 

Under the Big Top 

So many tricks to show (Come down) 

So many freak shows to go to (Come down) 

So many eyeballs to throw 

Your soul you're quick to drop 

Under the big top 

This wicked shit we flow to (Come down) 

So many dead souls we go through (Come down) 

Inside Hell's Pit they throw you 

Let the fire get to know you 

I'm Violent J's a juggla, pillow faced smuggla 

You recognize my voice? I'm in a ski mask mugging ya 

I can walk on stilts 900 feet high 

And than drop a dart down straight into your eye 

Well I'm Shaggy Shaggs, I went from rags to rags 

And I've received many meals out your garbage bags 

I can do backflips all the way up a wall 

Swinging an axe, that was the last thing that you saw 

I can slit your throat from across the room 

Throwing a Joker's Card under the light of the moon 

And then I hook my feet onto your swinging ceiling fan 

With two swords and yell for everybody else to come in 

You can split me in the middle or saw straight down 

You have two one legged halves of me jumping around 

You can cut them in half, you have four of us fuckers 

My limbs all crawling and attacking like brothers 

Under the big top 

So many tricks to show (Come down) 

So many freak shows to go to (Come down) 

So many eyeballs to throw 

Your soul you're quick to drop 

Under the big top 

This wicked shit we flow to (Come down) 

So many dead souls we go through (Come down) 

Inside Hell's Pit they throw you 

Let the fire get to know you 

Under the big top