Jugglers, come out to play...

Guess who's coming to your big town?
Jugglin' jesters, kick-it clown
Circus sound
Painted frown
Carnival of Carnage creepin' 'round
I'm Violent J and I'm sick
They try to run me down but you know I'm too slick
And I slip and slide like a Slinky!
Slip and slide with my Twinkie!
Welcome to my world as it winds and it twists
I'ma kick a funky little rhyme that ya missed
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...and kiss the clown
And kiss the clown
Kiss the clown
...on up, kiss the clown
Step on up...and kiss the clown
Stop the bus
Violent J comes out, barrels to your face
And blow your fucking face off
Cause you 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 the juggla's dome
First day, I enrolled at the high school
Butt-naked with a 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 fidna 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
Fidna ask Brenda on a little date
I heard this bitch likes to fight in clubs
Took her to a mud match, threw her a pair of gloves
Watch her get her ass beat by a fat dyke
And left the muddy ass bitch there for the night
Woke her in the morning, threw her in the trunk
Threw her in the trunk
'Cause the dumb bitch stunk
How you doing Brenda?
Mind if I bend ya?
"Do me like Gumby!"
I'm sure you'd like that, you little skank
And when I finished, I stuffed her fucking head in a fish tank

"Awww that's a beautiful aquarium."
"Yeah, you wanna see it? Hey, come here bitch."
"Oh God it's lovely."
"Yeah, yeah...here, have a closer look."
"Die bitch what's up? What are you, a lung fish? What's up Aqua Man? Die bitch, die!! That's right!! Bitch!!"

Back to the school
Fat bitch in the locker
Couldn't fit her booty in
So I cut her booty off
Sometimes I feel like I'm already in hell
Throwing up children on Del Ray smell
Fuck those fucking fucks up!!
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...aww I want your anus. Aww, you're so hot..."

Kicked in the stall
Then I kicked in his jaw
Kicked him in his face
And I kicked in his balls
Punk tried to run but he couldn't try to wobble
Bust him in the head with a 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
Stuff the fucker!
Back to the locker
Boy oh, boy oh
Back to the locker
Fuckin stuff 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 funk don't fade me
Let me hit it, man
You're fidna kick the can

"Come on, bitch, man, you're getting ready to die anyway. Bitch, calm down. Let me get a little poontang, ya know what I'm saying. Let me get a little shrimp, bitch...you fidna die."

Okay, cause I'm not a raper
But ya still make morning paper
Kelly found dead in her bathroom
Naw, 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 out
Oh shit, they chase me
Cause they found the bodies
Now I run my ass off
Yeah they're gettin 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, you 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

Lyrics submitted by nikuku

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