Insane Clown Posse - My Funhouse

Tekst piosenki:

  My Funhouse
  [Violent J]
  Rich boy's in trouble
  Car broke down on a drive through the ghetto
  All the weird people you gotta get the fuck out
  Need to use the phone step into my funhouse
  Hey yo dope looks like we got another
  He'd like to go for a ride on the neck cutter
  Straight to the cart for the next spectacular
  Just to know it's a dead body sittin next to ya
  Get ready for the carnival thrills
  Should of cut your little faggot ass in the hills
  Boom! through the door into the room, you gotta check it out
  It's where we cut your fingers off and stick em in your mouth
  That should show you that you greedy little rich fuckIf you're bucking with
  the juggla you're a dead duck
  Eight fingers in your mouth and two sticking out your nose
  Further down the hall, the room with jokeros
  That's where you get by seventeen wicked clowns
  For the seventeen dead bodies never found
  And they jump on your back until your ribs crack
  Toss you in the cart and push you down the deli tracks
  Spinning and twisting, rolling and bumping
  The dead fuck next to ya is trying to tell ya somethin
  Listen close, you can barely make it out
  "Bitch, you ain't shit in my electric funhouse"
  "Help me, I'm trapped in here. Somebody let me out.
  Oh my god!!! Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!"
  "Come here, rich boy
  My head is spinning 360 degrees
  Richie richie richie
  Come here"
  "Bitch, fuck you, yeah, know what I'm saying
  Wicked clowns running the funhouse
  Ain't no way to get out until the killer gets your neck cut like a man"
  [Violent J]
  Pick a card, any card, any motherfucking card......A joker's card
  Sorry, bitch, the luck of the draw
  Violent J's gonna have to ice your jaw
  Snap, bang, snip, boom
  Send that motherfucker off to the next room
  Crash through the doors on the windy spinny trail
  Through a loop-de-loop and into a big nail
  Straight through his left eye and out the back of his head
  Is he dead?
  No, cause he has to go to the next phase
  It's the room of giggles because of your ways
  You like to sit and laugh at people when they suffer
  Well, now you sit and watch me laugh when I stick your mother
  It's the funhouse, bitch, everything's funny
  You act like whipping on your ass ain't funny
  And the ride of your life only gets faster
  Off to the R-r-r-ringmaster
  I take my bobo gun and blow your fuckin mouth in
  Eh, yo, the next room, it's called the chicken pen
  And it's a little tribute to the bigots of the south
  We take a dead chicken shove it in your mouth
  And we stuff it down your throat with a pitchfork
  Cuz you're a big gut, that's what you get for it
  Now I take your sorry ass and I throw you out
  Cuz I don't need your dead body stinkin up my funhouse
  Funhouse, stinkin up my funhaugh!

Lyrics - Nieruchomości - Torebki