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3 Rings Lyrics - Singles - Shaggy 2 Dope

Is this on? 

Gather round my wealthy friends and endure the horrifying sights 

Only your worst nightmares can produce 

Actual human beings of a deformed nature 

Come at once and come and indulge yourself 

In our own twisted amusement of another's misfortune 

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, enter our three ring show of freaks" 

 

Ring one, a dung a dung dung 

My name's Violent J and I staple my tongue 

To the desk in school then I run down the hall 

Scaring the shit out of all y'all bitches 

Which is why you don't invite mine to your parties 

Just 'cause I don't look like everybody 

I guess you're just a bunch of hot shots 

They act like they ain't never seen a Cyclops 

 

And what's the big deal about my neck 

Just because now and then I like to let it stretch 

Up a couple feet to get a better sight 

Is that any reason to scream and run in fright 

No, so, what's up with that? 

So what if I got another arm growing out of my back 

I guess I'm just another freak show thing 

And now they got me in the three ring 

 

Three ring a ding a ding ding, people love to point and stare 

Three ring a ding a ding ding, it's the same as everywhere 

Three ring a ding a ding ding, people love to point and stare 

Three ring a ding a ding ding, it's the same as everywhere 

 

Ring two, how do you do? 

I'm Shaggy 2 Dope, chicken-faced bitch, who? 

You don't try to front ho 

Try to play me out just 'cause I'm an albino 

Or maybe it's the sack growin' out my neck 

But don't jet baby, heh, not yet 

I'm popping in like a pound of lead 

Black n blue, his next roll and drop me on my head 

 

Oh shit, I knew I had to fuck up my circuits 

'Cause when I was two, my momma left me at the circus 

Abandoned at the carnival with the freak shows 

Like bad boys, hermaphrodites and old man crow 

But then I escaped to the ghetto zone 

Started a crew of my own, motherfucker, I'm not alone 

So don't be stickin', your finger in my face stank 

Or your stomach might receive a shank from the 

 

Three ring a ding a ding ding, people love to point and stare 

Three ring a ding a ding ding, it's the same as everywhere 

Three ring a ding a ding ding, people love to point and stare 

Three ring a ding a ding ding, it's the same as everywhere 

 

I certainly hope you're enjoying yourselves 

Here at our three ring exhibit 

But to be honest I really don't see 

What's so fuckin' funny about it 

These fuckin' people are real 

 

Ring three, the ICP 

Look if you want but I wouldn't lay a hand on me 

That's how you get fucked up 

We'll squeeze your windpipe shut 

Yo, I'm a nerd word, I drink Thunderbird 

I chill with my homies on a crackhouse curb 

Nobody wanna hang with a freak 

Who's clinically dead with no heart beat 

 

Fuck that, bitch, suck that 

I was born with a wang but I never had a nut sac 

Just two balls hanging with no protection so 

I move real careful and slow 

You can call me a weirdo, call me a freak 

Just 'cause my nose curl up like the iron shriek 

Is that the reason nobody wanna hang, fuck It 

I chill with the three rings 

 

Three ring a ding a ding ding, people love to point and stare 

Three ring a ding a ding ding, it's the same as everywhere 

Three ring a ding a ding ding, people love to point and stare 

Three ring a ding a ding ding, it's the same as everywhere 

 

Well, that's it, I hope you're satisfied 

I hope you had a good time 

You fucking heartless bastards 

You saw what you wanted 

So grab your fucking kids 

And that fat flop of shit wife of yours 

And get the fuck out of our circus tent 

 

You cold-hearted sons of bitches 

You think they look fucked up 

Just wait till I kick your 

Fucking lips in a couple times 

You'll be sitting up here like a bitch 

And we'll laughing at your folded ass 

 

They'll call you lumpy after I done put knots 

All over your fuckin' forehead, yeah 

Hey, hey little boy, come here 

How'd you like it if I tied your neck in a knot 

You fucking little bitch 

Come here, I'll shove that 

Fucking corn dog up your ass 

 

Get the fuck out of here 

Show's fucking over 

Get the fuck out of here 

You fucking heartless bastards 

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