INTRO Be warned, my children Six will visit Followed by the crumbling of time itself Before the coming of Shangra La A Dark Carnival will sweep across the land As a shadow, plagued with destruction A parade of freaks, jugglers, and death This wretched nightmare is led by six faces Three have come, three have gone The fourth emerges, now He walks among us as a shadow, void of light Powered by your own darkness Strengthened by your own wickedry A horrid reflection of your very own deep desires Cast and reflected back upon yourself Brothers and Sisters! The time has come for the Necromaster The unleashing of the fourth joker's card The arrival of The Great Milenko Track time: 2:00 GREAT MILENKO Music Written and Produced by Mike E. Clark and ICP Music Programmed and Engineered by Mike E. Clark at The Fun House Mixed by Mike E. Clark at A & M Studios Lyrics Written and Performed by ICP Great Milenko (Ha Ha ha Ha Ha) Great Milenko (Hm hm Hm hm Ha ha ha ha) Great Milenko (Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha) Great Milenko (Hm hm Hm hm Ha ha ha ha) Come one, come all, and witness magic! I introduce to you an occult sorcerer Of the ancient craft of Necromancy A caster of mind-bending illusions From the nether void of the shadow walkers A soul from Shangra La, The Great Milenko Great Milenko (Ha Ha ha Ha Ha) Great Milenko (Hm hm Hm hm Ha ha ha ha) Great Milenko (Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha) Great Milenko (Hm hm Hm hm Ha ha ha ha) Ladies and Gentlemen Witness the keeper of arcane, wicked voodoo magic A beguiler of spells, hexes, and curses With the help of potions, talismans, and ancient relics From the forbidden realms of the Dark Carnival Ladies and Gentlemen The Great Milenko Great Milenko (Ha Ha ha Ha Ha) Great Milenko (Hm hm Hm hm Ha ha ha ha) Great Milenko (Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha) Great Milenko (Hm hm Hm hm Ha ha ha ha) Track time: 1:56 HOKUS POKUS Music Written and produced by Mike E. Clark and ICP Music Programmed, Engineered and Mixed by Mike E. Clark at The Fun House Lyrics Written and Performed by ICP Additional vocals by Kim Marro and Deb Agilo Serial slaughtering stranglers Jugging Juggling juggalos Folded, fat, floppy-tittied freaks I C fuckin P's in the haugh Abracadabra boom shacka dae I'm Violent J, and I'm back like a vertebrae And I come with a hat full of tricks Trunk full of Faygo, car full of fat chicks Hahahahahahahaha, fuck you Wicked clowns, we'd like to say what up to The Cobra's, X-men, and Counts, and everybody with clown luv Even sets I've never heard of Roll into town, and out with the big top Four cards down, and two more still to drop And when it does, I pack up and hit the road Cuz I don't wanna see your head explode Toss me an axe, and I'll toss you a dead chicken Add a buck, you get a two-liter with em And when the genie says on with the show It's hokus pokus jokers, Great Milenko. Once again, the psychotic carnival creatures in the haugh Hokus pokus, joker's ride, come take a spin on a carnie ride Southwest slithering snakes of darkness come Hokus pokus, joker's ride, come take a spin on a carnie ride Shazam BAM, shocka locka lokey Shaggy the clown back like scoliosis Call me a psycho-skitso freak And I'll call you by your name (dick-anus) Cuz I can give two shits and a fuck I bounce down Verner in a popcorn clown truck I'm a circus ninja southwest voodoo wizard. I grab your gizzard Jump on the carpet, let's take a spin Everybody's waitin for the show to begin Up to the top, by the neck, and let you go Try to land in a glass of Faygo Uh, you suck, you missed the fuckin glass Broken neck, and busted your fuckin ass But the genie says on with the show Hokus Pokus Jokers, Great Milenko. What awaits you after death, rub the lamp and explore Hokus pokus, joker's ride, come take a spin on a carnie ride Enter Milenko's Fun House, walk right through the wretched hall Hokus pokus, joker's ride, come take a spin on a carnie ride Fuck em all, fuck em all Clown dawg, freak dawg Joker dawg, Milenko dawg Fidgets of joker's cards blasting in your mother's face Hokus pokus, joker's ride, come take a spin on a carnie ride Rude Boy and Chucky down wit the clown First time we ever went to Mexican Town I remember, we couldn't pay the bill, they got hot And beat us down in the fuckin parking lot Tall Jess, Jump Steady, and Nate the Mack Tagged ICP by the train tracks And it was on, the dawn of a new day Magical carpets screaming down the freeway Walked in a gypsy's tent with a food stamp And walked out with a magical lamp, yeah I met Milenko, he gave me 3 wishes That night, I fucked 3 fat bitches Then get the fuck with it, forget it I'll rip your face off, and wipe my ass with it When the genie says on with the show Hokus pokus, jokers, Great Milenko Climb aboard our magic train and join us inside Hokus pokus, joker's ride, come take a spin on a carnie ride Fifty-two villians, hammered town, the show must go on Hokus pokus, joker's ride, come take a spin on a carnie ride Giant ladies, bearded ladies, midget ladies, ladies! Hokus pokus, joker's ride, come take a spin on a carnie ride Clowns of darkness and underneath them comes the cloud Hokus pokus, joker's ride, come take a spin on a carnie ride Fuck dat! Track time: 4:21 PIGGY PIE Music Written and Produced by Mike E. Clark and ICP Music Programmed, Engineered and Mixed by Mike E. CLark at The Fun House Lyrics Written and Performed by ICP Additional guitar by Steve Jones and Legs Diamond Steve Jones appears courtesy of Jersey Records Legs Diamond appears courtesy of Psychopathic Records Lyrics transcribed by King Killa Cap Peela Ahhh! We did it! Woo! We got some fresh fills for your fat chicken-ass to snack on, bitch! So here, start with a slice of this fresh piggy pie, motherfucker! The first little piggy, his house is made of wood He lives in a chicken turkey piggy neighborhood He likes to fuck his sister, and drink his moonshine A typical redneck filthy fuckin' swine I rode into town with my axe in my holster Everybody knows about the wicked piggy roaster A farmer at the border, he tried to take me out I drew my ax with the quickness, and cut his chicken feathers out Walked in the village, and to the piggy's place He opened up his door, and popped me in the face And blew me off the porch, and cracked my head in half But I'm a Juggalo, so it only made me laugh (hehe) Forty in hand, I rose from the dead And threw with all my might, I made a ping noise off his head Since we out west, I had a little fun And pulled his fuckin tongue out the back of his cranium Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die I might use a gun (no!), I might use an ax (yes!) The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks! The second little piggy, his house is made of brick And this little piggy is a motherfucking dick He sits on his bench and gets all the respect But if I get a chance, I'm goin' straight for the neck He walked in the room, and everybody rose Lopped off bucket chillin' underneath my clothes First they let the piggy, now you can finally sit But what this piggy don't know is he's about to get his neck wet Now I see the bailiff, I'm thinkin' what the fuck? I can smoke this room before his hearing aid will pick it up Old-ass man, I let him get away That tired motherfucker will probably die tomorrow anyway Here come the piggy, it's time for my case His eyes are blood red with a wicked lookin' face He saw my joker's smile, and sentenced me to die So I ragged on the bucket, made it fuckin' rain pork rinds Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die I might use a gun (no!), I might use an ax (yes!) The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks! The last little piggy, his house is made of gold He lives in a mansion on his own private road I started walking down it, the guard he told me wait I bounced off his head and did a Jackie Chan over the gate Cuz this little piggy, must definitely fry I'm a lop his nugget off and toss it in the sky And then I watch the moon take the form of the devil And pull it out the sky, and beat it with a shovel People in my city, they fightin for they meals He sleeps on a mattress stuffed with hundred dollar bills How rich he is the devil, he never will admit it So I'm a take his money stack and stuff his face with it Opened up his door, he's sleeping in his bed I grabbed a brick of gold and laid it upside his head He begged for his life, I told him it's too late And took away his dough and watched the devil suffocate Cuz I need... Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die I might use a gun (no!), I might use an ax (yes!) The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks! Track time: 4:37 HOW MANY TIMES ? Music Written and Produced by Mike E. Clark and ICP Music Programmed, Engineered and Mixed by Mike E. Clark at The Fun House Lyrics Written and Performed by ICP Additional guitar by Legs Diamond Legs Diamond appears courtesy of Psychopathic Records How many times will I ask myself why, how many times? How many times will I ask myself why, how many times will I cry? How many times will you honk your horn and say fuck you? Now what the fuck does that do? Ya feel better now? I didn't let ya pass How 'bout I stop my car, and beat your fuckin' ass? How many times will my neighbor beat his wife? Somewhere in that house there's a butcher knife Fuckin' drunk, swingin' his fists about Why don't she wait till he sleeps then take him out How many times will I sit in a hot car? Traffic jam, been sittin' for a fuckin' hour Must be an accident, I hope nobody died Finally get there, and the crash is on the other side The gawkers roll and they creep slow Hopin' they can see a mangled body show Some park, and stand there and watch it all With their kids, they point, and fuckin stare (and just look) I remember one time I was pulled over Handcuffed, the cop was like, show's over People watching, hoping that he shoots me I just wanted to choke the fucking head How many times will I ask myself why, how many times? How many times will I ask myself why, how many times will I cry? How many times will I wait in a line? It's three-thirty, I fuckin' got here at nine I'm finally up to the front, can't wait another minute Why am I here? to pay a fucking parking ticket The lady at the counter acts like a fuckin bitch No smiles, no help, you're just a piece of shit I'm gettin' pissed, calm down, fuck it, forget it Back to my car, and there it is, another ticket How many times will a crackhead smoke crack And ask me for some money cuz he wants crack Give him money, again, he's coming back Walk away, and here's another, "Gimme some crack" How many time will a kid give a dirty look? A little punk-ass bitch tryin to be a crook I wrote the book, I was out robbin' liquor stores When you were just a nut stain in your momma's drawers How many times will I ask myself why, how many times? How many times will I ask myself why, how many times will I cry? How many times will you steal my car stereo? It don't even work, ya feel like a bitch, don't you? I vacuum all the fuckin' glass off from my seat I sit down, and got a piece stuck in my butt cheek How many times did I walk in, and just sit? And have to listen, and learn all this bullshit Learnin' history and science, fuckin' wait Knowin' that, will that put food on my plate? Yeah, can I walk into McDonald's, up to the counter And tell 'em you can make limestone from gunpowder Will they give me a cheeseburger if I know that shit? Fuck no, fuck you, and shut your fuckin' lip How many times will a judge decide my fate? Who is he? A bitch, nothing great He takes shits, and fucks his old floppy wife Plays with his balls and judges my life! And who the fuck is he? He judges my life Track time: 5:24 SOUTHWEST VOODOO Music Written and Produced by Mike E. Clark and ICP Music Programmed, Engineered, and Mixed by Mike E. Clark at The Fun House Lyrics Written and Performed by ICP Voodoo, runnin' from my magic Brain insane, shudawitiva Southwest voodoo's in the haugh! Wicked voodoo, dope dark killer Magic, dark magic Met this kid named Louie Lou He thought he could fuck with this voodoo So I turned his head into a lima bean And then flicked it off his shoulders From Mookan House to Shangra La Egyptian Pharaoh, coompata Follow me, and join us as we pray To the seventeen moons of Coonga Del Ray Walked in the lunchroom chantin' spells With bamboo bitches and voodoo bells Got my own food, who wants some? I got possum nipples and raccoon tongue A non-believer once started to laugh So I launched a fireball up his punk-ass Then everybody heard him squeal "This voodoo shit's for real!" It just takes... A handful of neden, a wing from a bat A tongue from a snake, a tail from a rat A neck from a chicken, an eye from a crow And a little itty bitty little drip of Faygo Brain insane, shudawitiva Southwest voodoo's in the haugh! Wicked voodoo, dope dark killer Magic, dark magic Crypt on Verner on a windy night You see voodoo scribblings in the moonlight Painted all on the city street It's the ancient craft of gang bangin Hey! J! What's in the bag? A shrunken head, and shriveled scrotum sac Why? Ya think voodoo's fake? Come to the graveyard, I'll make the dead wake Raise, raise, shooga-boom ba. Sleep no longer, raise, quick Raise, raise, shooga-boom ba, "Leave us alone, you fuckin' punk bitch!" Well, fuck it, I ain't that good yet But one day you can bet I'm a freak We'll make the whole world dance with the And just like my homey said It only takes... A handful of neden, a wing from a bat A tongue from a snake, a tail from a rat A neck from a chicken, an eye from a crow And a little itty bitty little drip of Faygo Brain insane, shudawitiva Southwest voodoo's in the haugh! Wicked voodoo, dope dark killer Magic, dark magic Voodoo running from my magic (3x) I'll make a voodoo doll out of ya and flick your nuts A handful of neden, a wing from a bat A tongue from a snake, a tail from a rat A neck from a chicken, an eye from a crow And a little itty bitty little drip of Faygo Brain insane, shudawitiva Southwest voodoo's in the haugh! Wicked voodoo, dope dark killer Magic, dark magic Track time: 3:40 HALLS OF ILLUSIONS Music Written and Produced by Mike E. Clark and ICP Music Programmed and Engineered by Mike E. Clark at The Fun House Mixed by Mike E. Clark at A & M Studios Lyrics Written and Performed by ICP Additional guitar by Slash and Legs Diamond Slash appears courtesy of Geffen Records Legs Diamond appears courtesy of Psychopathic Records Ticket please, thanks, walk through the door Into the Halls Of Illusions, visit yours And see what coulda and shoulda and woulda been real But you had to fuck up tha whole deal Lets take a walk down the hallway It's a long way it, it takes all day! And when you get to tha end, you'll find a chair With straps and chains, we slap you in there Lock you down tight so you can't move a thread And pull your eyelids up over your head Cuz you're about to witness an illusionary dream It's just to bad it ain't what it seems You walk in and see two kids on the floor They playin Nintendo and he's got tha high score And sittin behind them chillin in a chair Is your wife, when ya look, oh, you ain't there It's some other man in the hand in hand Now she looks so happy you don't understand See this is an illusion, it never came true All because of you! Back to reality and what you're about Your wife can't smile cuz ya knocked her teeth out And she can't see straight from gettin hit Cuz you're a fat fuckin drunk piece of shit But it's all good here, come have a beer I'll break the top off it and shove it in ya ear And you're death comes wicked painful and slow At tha hands of MILENKO! Great Milenko, wave your wand Don't look now, your life is gone This is all because of you What you got yourself into Look who's next it's Mr. Clark The dirty old man from the trailer park You got your ticket? Thanks take your coat off And later on, why not, I'll rip your throat off Lets take a walk down the hallway It's a long way it, it takes all day And when you get to the end you'll find a chair You see all the blood, yeah your boy was just here We get all different kind of people comin through Richies chickens and bitches just like you In the Halls everybody gets a turn To sit and witness your illusion before you burn What do we have here, oh yeah, no way It looks like your kids and they okay Your daughter's chillin up in college top grade And your son's a fuckin doctor, phat paid They got families and kids and it's all good They even coach little league in the neighborhood Ss this true have ya really seen tha holy ghost? Nah, bitch, not even close! Back to reality your son's on crack And your daughter's got nut stains on her back And they both fuckin smell like shit And live in the gutter and sell crack to each other When they were kids you'd beat em and leave em home And even whip em with the cord on the telephone And that reminds me man hey ya gotta call Watch your step to Hell...it's a long fall! Great Milenko, wave your wand Don't look now, your life is gone This is all because of you What you got yourself into Ah, it's time to pack up and move to the next town But we forgot Mr. Bigot, okay, dig it We can't show you an illusion cuz we're all packed But I'll still cut ya neck out, hows that? Great Milenko, wave your wand Don't look now, your life is gone This is all because of you What you got yourself into Track time: 4:20 UNDER THE MOON Music Written and Produced by Mike E. Clark and ICP Music Programmed, Engineered, and Mixed by Mike E. Clark at The Fun House Lyrics Written and Performed by ICP Previously unreleased on Hollywood's The Great Milenko I'm still here under the moon I was just a child but you seemed like so much more The way you would avenge me and drift across the floor I'd see you in the hall, and you'd kiss me with a smile I never understood it, was I even worth your while? The others kids at school, they would hate me and they'd spit Cuz I was just a no one, to them I wasn't shit But you would always help me and stand there by my side We were only seventeen, we'd be together till we died But then it all happened on the ever dreadful day Somebody tried to rape you and now I'll make him pay You pointed him out to me, my thoughts began to race I took my daddy's forty-five and shot him in the fucking face!!! I did it all for you, and though I'm facing years I would do the time just to equal all your tears The last thing that you told me when I left the courtroom Is that we'd always be together, cuz we're both under the moon I'll forever love you, even if you're doomed We'll always be together cuz we're both under the moon I sit here in my cell and the walls are made of stone I justified your pain, but now I sit alone I write another letter, I write one every day I never got a letter back, I write em anyway I try to call collect, your number has been changed I'm staring at the lightbulb and I start to feel the rage You never came to visit me, I sit facing the glass No one's on the other side, now it's in the past My head is always spinning, I'm pounding at the wall I feel like I'm forgotten, no sign of you at all You're probably getting married, you're probably getting fucked I'll break out of this cage and try to cut that motherfucker up I curl up in the corner, my body will corrode My teeth are turning into dust, skin is growing mold I'm staring at the window of my eternity I know that you are out there, somewhere underneath the moon I'll forever love you, even if you're doomed We'll always be together cuz we're both under the moon Many, many years, many more to go Does she still remember? God, he only know I know become a savage, they chain me to a wall I still can see your body, I still can hear your call I'm nothing but a maggot, I'm locked away and lost The world it doesn't want me, my dignity is tossed And to the girl for whom I feel this doom Look here, fuck you and the moon Fuck you and the moon... I'll forever love you, even if you're doomed We'll always be together cuz we're both under the moon I'm still here under the moon I'm still here under the moon (still under the moon) Track time: 4:59 WHAT IS A JUGGALO ? Music Written and Produced by Mike E. Clark and ICP Music Programmed, Engineered and Mixed by Mike E. Clark at The Fun House Lyrics Written and Performed by ICP What is a juggalo? Let me think for a second Oh, he gets butt-naked And then he walks through the streets Winking at the freaks With a two-liter stuck in his butt-cheeks What is a juggalo? He just don't care He might try to put a weave In his nut hair Cuz he could give a fuck less What a bitch thinks He tell her that her butt stinks And all that What is a juggalo? He drinks like a fish And then he starts huggin people Like a drunk bitch Next thing, he's pickin fights With his best friends Then he starts with the huggin again Fuck! What is a juggalo? A fucking lunatic Somebody with a rope tied To his dick Then he jumps out a ten-story window Oh! What is a juggalo? A juggalo That's what it is Well, fuck, if I know What is a juggalo? I don't know But I'm down with the clown And I'm down for life, yo Southwest? (we juggalos) Down river? (we juggalos) Jefferson? (we juggalos) Fuckin everybody (we juggalos) I'm that juggalugga locoroni Get the fuck up Get the fuck the out of here What is a juggalo? A dead body Well, he ain't really dead But he ain't like Anybody that you've ever met before He'll eat monopoly and shit out connect four What is a jug..? What the fuck? Connect four? Man that shit is whack Don't worry about my shit Just rap motherfucker What is a juggalo? He ain't a bitchboy He'll walk through the hills And beat down a rich boy Walks right in the house When you're having supper And dip his nuts in your soup, gloop! What is a juggalo? Well, he ain't a phoney He'll walk up and bust a nut In your macaroni And watch you sit there And finish up the last bit Cuz your a stupid ass dump fuckin idiot What is a juggalo? He's a graduate He graduated from....well At least, he got a job He's not a dump puts He works for himself scratching his nuts What is a juggalo? A Hulkamaniac He powerbombs motherfuckers into thumbtacks People like him till They find out he's unstable He Saboo'd your momma through a coffee table What is a juggalo? A juggalo That's what it is Well, fuck if I know What is a juggalo? I don't know But I'm down with the clown And I'm down for life, yo I'm that juggalugga locoroni Get the fuck up Get the fuck the out of here I'm that juggalugga locoroni I figured you wouldn't understand What is a juggalo? A juggalo That's what it is Well, fuck if I know What is a juggalo? I don't know But I'm down with the clown And I'm down for life, yo Detroit? (we juggalos) Cleveland? (we juggalos) St. Louis? (we juggalos) Everybody? (we juggalos) (3x) Fuckin everybody? (we juggalos) Everybody? (we juggalos) What is a juggalo? Track time: 3:57 HOUSE OF HORRORS Music Written and Produced by Mike E. Clark and ICP Music Programmed, Engineered and Mixed by Mike E. Clark at The Fun House Lyrics Written and Performed by ICP Additional vocals by Legs Diamond and Deb Agilo Additional guitar by Legs Diamond "Hey there, do you like excitement?" (yeah) "Do you like suspense?" (uh huh) "Do you like Nel Carter?" (no) "Good cuz you won't find her here, this is the house of horrors And for you it's absolutely free, step right in" (thanks) "Say no more stupid ass, your breath says enough" Woboogawoo WAAA!! Welcome to the House of Horrors Where you born in a barn, shut the fuckin door You see, damn, cuz I'm about to scare you Blubablubabluba, okay now I dare you Close your eyes, open up your mouth, and count to ten Don't wanna, huh, cuz you know my nuts are going in I'm twisted, I'll cut your finger off, and stick in your butt Awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa and glue it shut This is when I get crazy, lemme show you something Brrrr! You know what that means, it don't mean nothin, haha But it scared you cuz people don't be doing that shit But me brrr! bitch brrr! I'm all about it (brrrr!!!) Guess what I'm a serial killer, it's a bad habit I killed Tony, Lucky Charms, the silly rabbit, UH! Cut the lights, see that shit, I'm glowing Alright, I'm done, turn em back, wait, where you going? Welcome to the house of horrors Comes from within me Comes from within me, horrors, eh "Honey, I'm not having a good time" "I know. Come on, this must be the way out." Hey, what the fuck, come here guys, grab a chair Don't mind me drinkin' my beer in my underwear Come on, let's play some cardback, I just gotta story "Hey keep it down in there Shaggs, what the hell?" sorry Look at that shit, "what?", you almost got me grounded I'm a have to take your forehead and pound it I'll bend you over and tie you up to a pole And stretch your nuts back and fling em up your butthole I'm a phantom, listen to me, ahhhhh That didn't do it? How about this? AHHHH!!!! I'm so scary, they call me Joey Terrifying Did you know that?, "yeah", no you didn't I was lying I represent Igors I'm yelling in town I'm coming out of southwest WICKED CLOWNS!!! Bathroom? yeah, it's right there down the hall Don't flush it though, I'll make dinner for you all (mumbles) I'm possessed too Wait a minute, eh, don't leave me yet, hey! Welcome to the House of Horrors Comes from within me Comes from within me, horrors, eh "Honey?" "What?" "I'm scared" "I know, sweety, come on" Jump Steady, Nate the Mack, lemme tell you something With Billy Bill and Rude Boy, what about em, nothing They're my boys, I just had to give em props And together we form the cyclops Hahahahaha look at you, haha, you're a bitch Should I let your ass go? hahahaha, no I'll let your bitch out, but you get the bone Run along sugar tits, he ain't coming home "Don't let the door hit you where the good lord split you, bitch" Track time: 4:20 BOOGIE WOOGIE WU Music Written and Produced by Mike E. Clark and ICP Music Programmed, Engineered, and Mixed by Mike E. at The Fun House Lyrics Written and Performed by ICP Previously unreleased on Hollywood's The Great Milenko The beast lives out of the raging storm in the dead of night The ravenous, blood-sick creatures searches for it's sacrifice Through the hideous darkness, it lurches, driven by death itself Only the satisfaction of slaughter will cause it to return to The darkness from which it came Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu Boys and girls, it's nighty night time Happy J the Clown has a nursery rhyme It's about, The Boogie Woogie Man Keep your light on as long as you can Cuz when it cuts off, so does your head Boogie Woogie Woogie waits under your bed With a shank, splah!, up through the bottom Little Jimmy Jimmy, uh, got em It's the one and only Boogie Man He creeps, he hides, he sneaks, he slides If you little feetsies are hanging off the edge of the bed You're running on stumps motherfucker!!! Well, moonlight fills the room that you sleep in Things go bump in the night, me creeping Ouch! Fuck! I stubbed my toe If you'd just quit leaving your shit all over the fucking floor Fuck it, you're dead anyway And I'm gonna leave your head smack dab in the hallway In the morning, when your daddy walks out AAAAHHH!!! His foots in your mouth, thanks to the Boogie Man Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (here comes the boogie man) Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (haha haha haha haha) Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (make way for the boogie man) Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (mom! dad! ah! no!) Does the Boogie Man really exist? Well, is your mother a bald-headed freak bitch? yes You fall asleep and you wake up dead With a broken broom sticking out your forehead I sing lullabies till you dose off Tie you down and chew your fuckin toes off And then spit em out back in your face Splat! Fuck, wash your feet bitch! The world's famous Boogie Woogie Wu will come to you Slumber parties, sleepovers, intimate nights What the occasion for the midnight hour He will gladly come and fuck that shit up I don't beat woman, fuck that, I'm about it (no no) But I'll cut her fucking neck and think nothing of it "I bet you didn't know the Boogie Man was a clown But when you see the juggla, your holding your jugular" With a swing, chop, stab, swing, chop You're holding your neck together, but your nuts drop And the cops do the best they can They pull the axe out your face and say "Was it the Boogie Man?" Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (what was he wearing?) Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (haha haha haha haha) Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (make way for the boogie man) Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (mom! dad! ah! no!) Please don't let me fall asleep Cuz the Boogie Man will creep Through my window in my room Stab me with a broken broom Please don't let me fall sleep Cuz the Boogie Man will creep Through my window in my room Stahhh... Boogie Woogie Woogie! It's the incredible, undeadable Boogie Man Go ahead, pull the covers over your head Hide under them, he don't give a fuck It'll just make it that much more easier For him to suffocate your face! There's three ways to stop me from doing what I do What? you think I'm a tell you "Mom, can you leave the door open a bit?" Thanks, an easy way in, you fucking idiot Now I stretch your neck out and play in like a banjo Boomchicka boomchicka like that shit, yo? Then I stretch it out more and fling your head through the wall It's the Boogie Man y'all Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (here comes the boogie man) Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (haha haha haha haha) Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (make way for the boogie man) Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (mom! dad! ah! no!) Track time: 4:24 THE NEDEN GAME Music Written and Produced by Mike E. Clark and ICP Music Programmed, Engineered and Mixed by Mike E. Clark at The Fun House Lyrics Written and Performed by ICP Previously unreleased on Hollywood's The Great Milenko Let's meet contestant number one He's a skitsofrantic, serial killer clown Who says, "woman love his sexy smile" Let's find out if his charm will work on Sharon Sharon, what's your question? "Contestant number one, I believe first impressions last forever So let's say you were to come over to my parent's house And have dinner with me and my family Tell me what you would do to make That first impression really stick" Let's see, uh, well, I'd have to think about it I might show up in a tux, HA!, but I doubt it I'd probably just show up naked like I always do And lick your momma in the eye and tell her, "FUCK YOU!!!" Hurry up bitch, I'm hungry, I smell spaghetti I'd pinch her loopy ass and tell her, "Get the food ready!" Your dad will probably start tripping and get me pissed I'd have to walk up and bust him in his fucking lips! It's dinner time, we hearing grace from your mother I pull a forty out and pour some for your little brother I'm steady staring at your sister, I'll tell you this You know for only 13, she got some big tits After that, your dad will try to jump again And only this time, I'd put the forty to his chin After you mom does the dishes and the silverware I'd dry-fuck her till I nut in my underwear Now, let's me contestant number two He's a psychopathic, deranged, crackhead freak Who works for the Dark Carnival He says women call him stretch nuts Sharon, let's hear your question "I like a man who's not afraid to show his true emotions A man who expresses himself in his own special way Number two, if you fell in love with me Exactly how would you let me know?" First thing, I could never love you You sound like a richie-bitch, yo, FUCK YOU!!! But if I did, I'd probably show you that I care By taking all these other motherfuckers outta here I'd go through your phone book and whack em all And find contestant number one and break his fucking jaw (what?!) Anyone who looked at you, would have to pay I'd be blowing fucking nuggets off all day I'd grab your titties and stretch em down past your waist Let em go, and watch em both spring up in your face I'd sing love songs to you, the best I can Get you naked, and hit it like a CAVEMAN!!! When we go to the beach and walk through the sand I throw a little in your face and say, I'm just playin As you spit it all out, I'd rub your back And grab your underwear and wedge it up your ass crack!! Well it sounds like contestant number two Is just over-flowing with sensativity, Sharon It's a touch choice so far Sharon, let's have your last question and See which one is going to win the rights to your neden "Okay, if we were at a dance club, and you both noticed me at the same time. Tell me, how would you each get my attention, and what would your pick up line be? Well, whoever's the smoothest wins!" Okay, first I'd slide up to the bar And tell you that I can't believe how fucking fat you are I'd tell that I like the way you make your titties shake And if you lost a little wait, you'd look like Rickie Lake! Fuck that, you'd be jocking me quick I'd order you a drink and stir it with my dick And then to get your attention in the crowded place I'd simply walk up and stick my nuts in your face Yeah, freak with your nuts, yo, that'll get her Tell her that's she fat, yeah, that'll work even better Look, fuck you, I got a strong rap Shit, you don't want contestant number two He's mad-whack I walk into a bar and there he was Standing up on a bucket, eww, trying to fuck it It was a big fucking smelly, ass farm llama Damn dawg! how you gonna diss your momma?! Track time: 4:04 HELLALUJAH Music Written and Produced by Mike E. Clark and ICP Music Programmed, Engineered and Mixed by Mike E. Clark at The Fun House Lyrics Written and Performed by ICP Additional vocals by Legs Diamond Additional guitar by Legs Diamond Legs Diamond appears courtesy of Psychopathic Records "Give God the first portion of your income, say that with me, 'Give God the first portion of your income.' Give it first! Not after deducts, not after the social security, and the hospitilization, and the malnutrition. Not after all these things on your check you say, "I'm gonna give God a little what's left. You do, and that's what you gonna get from God." Who am I? I'm not the Devil I can take you to my level Above the rocks, above the earth Tell me what your soul is worth How much money do you make? How much will you let me take? I will give you tranquilty Just send your wealth and checks to me Life is going to expire And your soul will burn in fire You will perish in the thunder Unless you call my hotline number God has asked you to make me rich Me and my fat-whack gaudy bitch On your T.V.'s late at night Send those checks and I'll guide you to the light "Don't put away your wallets just yet, brothers and sisters. There's somebody here I'd like all of you to meet. This is little Jonathan. Jonathan, say hello to the lovely people, (hello). Jonathan has problems. Twisted neck, tangled legs, crooked spine, but we can heal this boy. For just, uh, six thousand dollars, we can heal this boy!" God had called me and then stopped by And he told me you're gonna die Unless you buy my holy water Check, cash, or a money order This is true, don't question me I'll even send you shit for free It's only ten bucks for the call And I'll send a prayer, no charge at all Put your lips up to the screen Close your eyelids and intervene Your lips to mine, now send the cash And while you're there, you can kiss my ass Take your paycheck and send me half And I'll send you God's autograph I'll get Allah's and Buddha's too Even Zeus, I don't give a fuck who Just send me that money "Would you like to healed, little Jonathan? (yes, reverand). You see brothers and sisters, this...(beep-beep beep-beep) Excuse me. I told you never to page me on a sermon day. Yes? Uh-huh. Hallalujah. Outty. People, that was the lord, today only, he will heal this boy, for just five thousand dollars!" Pass the collection plate (show-show me how you give) Pass the collection plate (g-give-give, how to live) Pass the collection plate (show-show-show me how you give) Pass the collection plate (show me how you give, I'll tell you how to live) Your total's twenty-two eleven For your set of keys to heaven Make the checks out in my name Me or God, it's all the same Bring your crippled ass to me Pay my usher the holy fee I'll bless your legs and bless your chair Then wheel your bitch-ass outta here Now a special ceremony This part don't cost any money Drip a drop of blessed water Now I fertalize your daughter Even though I fucked a hooker Took your baby girl and shook her You still buy everything I sell And I'm living well See you in Hell! "Four-thousand, eight-hundred, nine-hundred, five thousand Hallalujah, you did it brothers and sisters. Are you ready, Jonathan? (yes, reverand) Lord Almighty, we've met your price, give me the healing power, I can feel it, Lord! Roomy loomy lama noma noomy! This boy is healed. (really?) Now to the naked eye, it would appear that this boy has not been healed, but I can assure you, this boy's spirit has been healed. Inside this tangled, mangled frame is a healed little boy. His spirit is healed, Hallalujah!" Track time: 4:15 DOWN WITH THE CLOWN Music Written and Produced by Mike E. Clark and ICP Music Programmed, Engineered and Mixed by Mike E. Clark at The Fun House Lyrics Written and Performed by ICP Additional vocals by Legs Diamond Legs Diamond appears courtesy of Psychopathic Records This one goes out to the ninjas Thats been down since Carnival of Carnage Nah, fuck that, since Dog Beats Nah, fuck that, since Basement Cuts, motherfucker How long will the juggalos be down with me? How long till they forget me, check it out What if I grew another fucking head And his name was Violent Ed And he head butt me every time I cussed I would need two microphones when I bust Would you show me love even with another head Or would you be like, "Fuck you and Ed" Or what if I sold out like a bitch And took the make-up off and went soft, eww Called myself Detroit Southwest Lover And put my ugly ass face on the album cover With R & B top ten hits And we had Jodeci singing all over our shit (aaahhhh!!!!) Fuck that, though, yo, I'm a juggalo So don't forget me like you did with my new dough What about when the world's like fuck us kill us, what will you be? (down) What about when I'm 103, what will you be? (down, down) What about when the world's like fuck us kill us, what will you be? (down) What about when the carnival comes to your town? (i'm a be down with the clown) How long will you be down with a ghetto puppet I say I'm sick in the nugget and you love it I ate a dead body, I ain't proud of it I told you all about it, and you all applaud it (HEY!!) I got problems, I'm haunted by a carnival I could run and tell a doctor, but what for I just put it on tape with a fat beat And make a quick buck, I'm like fuck I could of came out sportin some Hammer pants Kick-steppin with Shaggs, and tryin to dance Making mom happy, keeping it soft I'd rather grab my dick and tell your mom to fuck off! I know then you'd probably start to trip And swing at me, but hit Violent Ed in the lip Look I don't even know what I'm trying to say Just don't forget me like you did with rob base What about when the world's like fuck us kill us, what will you be? (down) What about when I'm 103, what will you be? (down, down) What about when the world's like fuck us kill us, what will you be? (down) What about when the carnival comes to your town? (i'm a be down with the clown) I'm a be down, I'm a be down Down with the clown till I'm dead in the ground Track time: 3:50 JUST LIKE THAT Music Written and Produced by Mike E. Clark and ICP Music Programmed, Engineered and Mixed by Mike E. Clark at The Fun House Lyrics Written and Performed by ICP Jump out of bed and I head for the grapenuts Eat em quick or they soggy and that sucks Trying to find a clean pair of socks and a shirt Still sporting the same drawers even though they hurt In the fridge, there's a Faygo, it tastes ill Cuz it's flatter then a bitch on a big wheel I got a few money back and a little change So I'm heading to the store when the phone rings "What up man, check it out, I know this bitch She's got another friend with her and her dad's rich If we find us a ride out to Wyandotte Guarenteed, we can fuck em both on the spot" Oh shit, let me call Bill Bill I wanna let my nuts through the windmill He ain't home, fuck, I'll call Mike Clark Cuz I know he can get the fuckin Skylark He said he can, but he's broke and it needs gas But I wanna buy these Faygo, think fast I know my brother Jump Steady's got a few bones But that's going through his shit when he ain't home "Nevermind J, Legs loned me a ten No need to get punched in your head again Tell Mike to scoop me up right away And it's Faygo and neden hoes all day" Fuck yeah, I throw my Pro Winds on my feet Lock the house, and wait for em in the street I wish I had a piece of gum or something fuck My mouth still kind of tastes grapenuts Here they come, nope, wasn't them Seems like the same car's driving by again It pulls up, "hey man, you're outta luck" What, what ya say man (gunshot) Fuck Track time: 1:24 PASS ME BY Music Written and Produced by Mike E. Clark and ICP Music Programmed, Engineered and Mixed by Mike E. Clark at The Fun House Lyrics Written and Performed by ICP Additional vocals by Legs Diamond Additional guitar by Legs Diamond "Does this excite you? Think about it! Does it not stagger the imagination? No builder on earth can concieve any structure to compare to the mansions above. Won't that be something when you go to live in your own mansion? There'll be no concern about paying for it, it's already taken care of. There'll be no worry about veing moved out of it. It will be yours forever." I got shot, ah!, the murder was heinous The bullet went in my eyeball and out my anus And I was hit, that was it, on the spot Flash, I woke up in a parking lot And I'm sittin in a '64 Reinkeys With Shaggy Dope written on the car keys I look around I can't believe that it's possible I'm dead, and I made it to the carnival I walk in, it's everything I dreamed of Everybody and they momma got clown luv Japanese, Lebanese, and Chinese, Portuguese, and southwest ghetto g's. (woowoo) Hangin' out with redneck truck drivers Instead of always givin' each other piledrivers I see my old homey, he died in a drag Chillin with two bitches, "What up, Shaggs?" And he passed me a blunt like a tree trunk I tried to hit it, but couldn't even fuck with it And to think, I always been afraid to die But I ain't never goin back to wonder why. We all gonna die, but I'm not gonna fry Even though most never try I'm not gonna let this pass me bye, no I was born, first, they threw me in a shit pile I dealt with it, and lived there for a while I got dissed on, pissed on, and beat down Mutilated, and tossed out a dead clown Next thing ya know, I'm chillin' at the big top Free money, and mad bitches non-stop No water, it's Faygo on tap I wash my hair, and my face, and my butt-crack with it Cuz I can, cuz I'm phat paid I got a five story funhouse with a maid And she walks around with her titties hanging out And when I cough, she come and dust my balls off (woowoo) I'm headed up to the show, I'm gonna see Jimi Hendrix, Selena, and Eazy E Elvis tried to open up but got dissed off We got pissed off, because he sounded like butt There's no fights, it's a perfect match Hillbillies in the crowd tryin' to cabbage patch And to think, I've always been afraid to die But I ain't never goin back to wonder why. We all gonna die, but I'm not gonna fry Even though most never try I'm not gonna let this pass me bye, no Did ya ever burn your finger on somethin? hey Well picture this, your nuts burnin that way And a roman candle stickin' in your butthole That's where the greedy skank motherfuckers go This is all hell now, we livin' in it But this bullshit'll be over in a minute Then it's off to the Faygos and neden hoes New clothes, and patent leather for your toes (woo-woo) And while you sit around cryin' for your dead friend He's chillin' up there, paid, getting mad ends He's probably there tryin to figure out why you're sad He's on the beach gettin' fat, you got it bad And for those who ain't down for the next man Who rob from the poor, and snatch all ya can And any chicken talkin' shit, lemme tell ya something Hold a lighter to your balls, and you'll see what's coming We all gonna die, but I'm not gonna fry Even though most never try I'm not gonna let this pass me bye, no "Does this excite you? Think about it! Does it not stagger the imagination? No builder on earth can concieve any structure to compare to the mansions above. Won't that be something when you go to live in your own mansion? There'll be no concern about paying for it, it's already taken care of. There'll be no worry about veing moved out of it. It will be yours forever." We all gonna die, but I'm not gonna fry Even though most never try I'm not gonna let this pass me bye, no ________________________________________________________________________ Brought to you by \daf/ Ecrit pour vous par \daf/ e-mail : florian.cezard@wanadoo.fr www : http://www.chez.com/daf/