Lyrics for the CD "The Riddle Box" - Bands - http://maxpages.com/juggalosworld/Riddle

Intro

[Music playing in car] [Guys Talking] [Car Crashes] Voice: Welcome Sir!

Guy: Where the fu** am I? Wh-Where am I? Voice: It's not Where you're

at! It's where you're going, and you won't know until you Turn The

Crank. Voices: Turn the crank. Turn the Crank. [Music sounds as crank is

turned] Guy: umm.... [Trap door opens] Guy: AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Voice: Ha ha haha aha haha haha ha haha hahaha hoohoo hoo hoohoo ha ha

ha hahaha ha ha ha-Alright who's next?

Riddle Box

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to your death! Now let's see where you're

headed, turn the crank! And experience what's in store for you, deep

within the mighty riddle box!(w/echo) (chorus): He hehe he he he he he

hehe heh-heh-heh! Da joke's on you! (hehe Riddle box!) He hehe he he he

he he hehe heh-heh-heh! Da joke's on you! (hehe Riddle box!) Wicked,

wicked, wicked, wicked clownz... hey, I'm Violent J. And I'm here, well

I'm here to kick yo' ass. We, the wicked juggalos, we juggle those who

live like hoes and chose... The Express Route, One Way. Straight down

the spiral twist to the Riddle Box. (chorus) (chorus) Hey, what's up

motherfu**er! This is Shaggs 2 dope congratulatin' you... For openin'

the box. The Riddle Box. It looks like you received your prize. The

cost? Well the cost was your life! Bitch-boy! Ah ha-ha Ha-ha Ha-ha-ha ha

ha ha (chorus) Tell me sir, what can you do? It looks like the joke's on

you. (repeat 4 times) C'mon on down and turn the crank. Let's see where

your soul will spend the rest of eternity. What's it gonna be, Mister?

Heaven or Hell? The bonus or the bones! Turn the crank and let's find

out. C'mon on down, Mister, you don't have anything to be scared of do

you, sir? So what's gonna pop out of the mighty Riddle Box? Spin the

crank and let's find out. Whadda ya say? Step right up. Who's first?

Who's brave enough To step into their new eternal destiny? Surely

someone must be confident, That their life wasn't totally evil. Step

right up and seal your fate.

The Show Must Go On

Awwwwwwwwww, Shi*! Yo, check it out, man, ICP back in the haugh man!

Violent-J, man, 2 Dope, man, wicked clownz, man. Ha ha ha! Hey, quick,

hurry up, bang. Open your mouth cause here comes my wang. I'm Violent-J,

the southwest skitzo. Born in a big top magical-majisto Dead-body disco.

Rappin' to the hoochies. Dirty old fat hoe's come up with a smoochie.

Hoochie-coochie, la la la la la. I might pull your tongue out your mouth

and try to hang ya. It's a full moon and the riddles are calling. Three

more cards and the skies will be falling. But don't take it from me, I'm

just a clown. Wicked clown, wicked town, Juggalugagaluga lick it down,

man up till my nuts start singing, dancing, hopping, I'm a keep bringing

riddles and tricks and dead body chicks With the swing of my magical

wand, The show must go on. "Well, it all began when I was very young. My

feelings were so excited about the carnival rides. Everyone was jolly

and jittery. I waited for their wackets until well after dusk. That

night, while I was sleeping, I was awoken by a glow appearing. And,

looking out, I saw strange men, cursing and filthy, and there were

clowns, setting up their dreary tent." I'm 2 dope and I sport tight

wranglers. Don't say a word or I'll kick ya in the neck bitch. Everybody

'round, make way for the clown, In New York, in LA, in southwest town.

Walked into El Rays, almost got my ass kicked. Rather just chill in the

yard in my casket. Call up the hoe's have 'em swing by the tomb, And get

a little stinky stank up in this bitch. Killer clowns kicked out the

circus. Used to get live let the midget ladies work this. I was a freak

show, they called me the pogo. I can make my ballsack bob like a yoyo.

"Give it up! Give it up!" Southwest looney tune, killed another red neck

fun, His head a looney dune, gooney boon, gooney goon, I can hear the

loons in my head as I sing my wicked song. The show must go on. "I've

never been afraid of clowns but these clowns were different. There was

nothing funny about these clowns at all. The smiled, they juggled, they

laughed, but yet something was terribly, terribly, wrong. I didn't like

these clowns for I could see through them, I knew what they were really

like. I knew that this carnival that had come to my village was an evil,

evil thing." (Chorus): Come see the show, big top show, Walk hand in

hand with the dead carnival. Dead carney, carnies, dead juggalos. Walk

hand in hand with the dead carnival. (End chorus) You ask do we gang, do

we bang in a gang, mang? Do we bang-bang? I'm a gang banger, man! I bang

in a gang, mang. You can suck my wang, mang. Richie-boy, bitchie-boy,

it's a southwest thing. Serial murderer, southwest maniac, Slaughterer,

lunatic, highschool brainiac, Straight A school boy, School kid `Till I

went to school and tried to murder everyone, the show must go on. "Aged

friends are fools, all of them. Totally unaware of the evilness within

the carnival. Their eyes reflected stairways into hell, their faces

covered in blood. I ran from the carnival grounds and yet every road and

every path lead me right back to the big tent. I had to escape from the

strongman, the freak shows, and the Ringmaster..." (Chorus) (Chorus) Heh

heh heh heh! HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH! Rrrrrinnnng "Yello?" "Speak ta...

Chicken Neck?" "Who?" "Chicken neck." "Nobody by that name here." "What

about Chicken Balls?" "Nope." "What about Chicken fu**in' Gizzard

Throat, is he there?" "Look boy, you got the wrong number." click

Rrrrrinnnng "What the...? Hello?!" "Speak ta Rednuts?" "Who?"

"Redballs, Willie Redneck Balls, is he there?" "Goddamnit!" click

Rrrrrinnnng "Lemme git dis! Who in da hell is dis?!" "Speak ta

Fatboy?" "WHO IN DA HELL IS DIS?!" "I wanna speak ta Fat Redneck fu**in'

Chickenboy! Is he there?" "Goddamnit! click Fu**in' no good bastards!"

knock+knock+knock+knock "Git da damn door!" "Yeah, I have a delivery

for a Mr. Redneck Fatballs." "Whut! You goddamn little!" Machinegun+

shots+and+breaking+glass "It's from the wicked clowns..."

Chicken Huntin' (Slaughterhouse mix)

Well I'm headed down the southern trail, I'm goin' Chicken huntin'.

Choppin' red neck chicken necks I ain't sayin' nothin' To the hillbilly,

stick my barrel in his eye, boom-shaka, boom-shaka, Hair chunks in the

sky. Why? I, never liked chicken pot pie or the chopped chicken on rye.

Tell Mr. Billy Bob I'm a cut his neck up Slice, poke, chop-chop, stab,

cut. "What can you do with a drunken hillbilly?" Cut his fu**in' eyes

out, and feed 'em to his Aunt Nilly. Willie, Willie Chicken neck.

Chicken huntin' gotta love it. Hit him with the 12 gauge bucket, Chicken

nuggets. Layed out all over the grass. Bet his little hound dog'll eat

'em up fast. (Pre-Chorus): Last as long as you can, my man, Cuz when

that chicken head hits the fan you got: Blood, Guts, Fingers and Toes.

(w/ echoes) Blood, Guts, Fingers and Toes. (w/ echoes) Blood, Guts,

Fingers and Toes. (w/ echoes) Sittin' front row at the chicken show,

so... (End prechorus) (Chorus): "Who's goin' chicken huntin?" "We's

goin' chicken huntin'." "Who's goin' chicken huntin?" "We's goin'

chicken huntin'." "Who's goin' chicken huntin?" "We's goin' chicken

huntin'." "Cut a motherfu**in' chicken now, " "Right!" (Chorus) Lemme

get a chicken sandwich, with manwich, ah, Feel the red on a Chicken

neck. Choppin up hella yeah, Billy bob Billy Cuz I chop motherfu**in'

red necks silly. Peeped in your yard tell me what did I see? I seen a

chicken boy, fu**in' this sheep. I said, "Mister, mister, What the fu**

you tryin' to do?" Badau-bad-a-badau-badau-bau Barrels in your mouth,

bullets to your head, The back of your neck's all over the shed.

Boom-shaka-boom, chop, chop, bang, I'm 2 Dope, and it ain't no thing To

cut a chicken, triggers clickin' Blow off his head but his feet still

kickin' (Pre-Chorus) (Chorus) Went to Kentucky, I got lucky, Met this

hogcallin' bitch named Blocky. Ridin' on a chicken, milkin' a sow.

Hittin' switches in a drop-top, low-ride tractor. Wow. Red neck fella,

moon-shine sella, Hangin' by his neck bone. Chicken bone's locked in the

cella', Yella' bellied chicken plucka'. You red neck fu**a! (Chorus)

Rich bitch! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Ha ha ha ha ha! UH! (echo)

Interview

"Hello! How ya doin? I'm here with the Insane Clown Posse, ICP. How you

guys doin?" "Bblblblblblblbl!!" "Well, uh, ok... I understand that you

guys are from Detroit." "Wwaaaaaaaahh!" "Uh, yeah, ok. Why don't ah- Why

don't you tell us something about the group?" "BURRRRRRP!" "Awright,

Awright... Any long term goals?" "Ayayaiyaiyaiyaiyai!" "Sure, yeah,

yeah... How 'bout ah, solo projects? Any solo stuff to look forward to?"

"HA! ha ha-ha!" "Well... well, ok, ok. Well, ah, thanks for coming by

and, ah, we look forward to seeing you again, uhu. Thanks a lot!

Bye-bye!"

Toy Box

winding+sound "Oohh, I like... this... toy! Hmm, watch it go..."

gunshots "Ay! Ah! Ay! Uh!" Rrrrrinnnng...+rrrrrinnnng beep+beep+

beep! "We're sorry, the person you are calling is dead." I was like 6,

I used to get dissed by the chicks. And everyone would chase me and hit

me with bricks, And rocks and sticks and callin' me names. And fill my

lunchbox with frog brains. Ugh! When I left school it was much iller. My

daddy was a serial killer, and how about that, He always made me sit in

the back, With all his dead bodies in my lap. Move! When I got home,

enough of the static, Hammer and tools and up to the attic. Never knew

any other girls or boys. Only my toys, toys, toys. Bang, clang, hammer

and twist, Nobody knows I exist, and I'm pissed. But I won't be mentally

scarred, Instead I make toys, toys of the graveyard. Monday, Ring of the

bell. It's all about show and tell. Might as well Show all of these

bastards just what I got. Yo, check out my toy box. "Nothin' feels

better than a good hardy-har-har. Right boys and girls?" We got dead

bodies everywhere you look. All the nerds sittin' up front got cooked.

Others start screamin' and makin' a dash. So I start handin' out toys

fast at last. You like slinkies? We got slinkies. Only mine like to wrap

around your face then stretch, twist, kazoom, And whip your body all

over the fuckin' room. So come, one at a time. Open your gift, and what

you will find Is a toy my friend, that you'll never forget. It's not

everyday that you get your skull split. You like soldiers? We got

soldiers, made with rubber and steel. They're not real. But I wouldn't

just toss 'em under yo' bed. That's how you get a axe to the fo' head.

Oh, and don't let 'em sit around all day. Come home and find your mom...

dead in the hallway. Cuz they can be nifty, all the toys are shifty

(he-he) In my toy box. (huh?) "Woooowie, that sure sounds like fun!"

That's not a toy, hey wait a minute. Don't fu** around, homie, you could

lose an eye with it. That's my double blade razor whip chop jimmy. And

it's mine motherfu**er, so gimme gimme. You like toys? You come to the

right place. Try my little toy mutilatin' mental case. Wind 'em up and

let him go among alla ya. Then bang! Serial slaughterer! Your turn,

reach in and get lucky. Oh look, he pulled out a rubber ducky. (squeaka

squeaka) And it make a funny sound, then, Then BANG! Blew the fingers

off his fu**in' hand. Don't stop, class ain't done yet. I remember you

callin' me pointdex', bookworm brainy, My aggrivation went into these

little creations. Reach in. You might find somethin' wicked. Wicked

scary, chopping pickaderry. Off with your head, a robot with a sword.

You're always lookin' at me, but what for? "Wa-wait a minute, I made

you, get them not me. Wait a minute, motherfu**ers!" O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-Oh

I love this record!...(repeat 5 times) Hahahaha, Hoohoohoo! Yahoo! Turn

it off! Hahahaha, Hoohoohoo! Yahoo! Turn it off! (2 times)

O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-Oh I love this record!... O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-Oh I love

this... "Turn it off!" "Tell me why? Why do you feel that you should

still be together with Lisa?" "Sure. Cccc'mon man, our relationship

ain't all weak and shi*. Ya know I mean-I mean just because she's dead

we should just break up or somethin'? FU** THAT!" "Tommy, Tommy, Tommy,

listen to me, she's dead man. You gotta move on." "So what! So she's

dead. Does that make you fresher than her?" "I didn't say that." "I

don't think so! So she don't talk as much... and she really don't move

around a lot. She's still fresh! She's still fun to be around!

Heheh-heheh. You're just predjudice!" "Huh?" "You're predjudiced against

dead people." "Aw man, you really are one sick bastard, Tommy." "Yeah?

Fukoof!" "What?" "Fukoof!" "What the fu** is that? What does that mean?"

"It means Fukoof!" "Man, you fu**in' lost it." "Yeah? FUKOOF!"

Cemetery Girl

"Tonight, tonight, we gather the dead!" "Tonight, tonight!" "Tonight,

tonight, off with your head! Ya! Hahahahahaha!" Ya know I cuts pigs up.

(repeat 7 times) I know I can handle them mugs! She was ugly, long hair,

short, nice figure though. So at the funeral it made me cry out "Why'd

you die?" I cannot, I-I couldn't sleep with not a wink. I only think

about my lady, I miss my baby! I need her by my side to hold me, to

squeeze me, I still have pictures, but all they do is tease me. I see my

therapist, she only tells me I'm in trouble. I want my baby back, so now

I pack a shovel! And while I'm thinking it's awfully dark and kinda

funny. Don't think to fast though, just dig, things could get bloody. I

watch my baby, I hit the top of baby's coffin. I'm thinkin' well she's

better off inside if she died. Nah, she needs me. I can tell my baby

wants me. 'Cuz every night at 2:15, my baby haunts me. I pry it open,

the odor hits me. There she is. I lean down to give her a kiss,

(Prechorus): Because I need a Girl that make me happy, A girl that make

me cry, A girl that passed away back in 1985. A girl I plan to marry, a

girl I plan to wed, A girl that I can choke because my baby is already

dead. (End prechorus) (Chorus): Cemetery lady, my cemetery girl,

Cemetery baby, I want you in my world. Cemetery woman, we can still be

down, You're more than just a corpse to a psychopathic clown. (End

Chorus) Fu**, yeah mutha fu**a! I don't want no stuck up little sassy

brassy bitch, Ya understand? I want me a cold stanky bitch! So bring it

on dead momma! She's as ugly as always, my baby hasn't changed. Except

for the hole that's in her forhead, You can see her brains.

Nevertheless, our love is still forever true. Her eyes have riven, her

skin has now a tint of blue. My baby stares me in dirty and wrinkled

clothes. And now I notice, the maggots chewed off all her toes. The

earth has been rather cruel to my darling sugar. Is that a bug up on her

face? Oh, it's just a booger. I lean her head back, to kiss her cracking

lips. And then her neck cracks, also does her hips. I must be gentle, my

baby girl's a little rusty, A little dusty, but most of all a little

musty. I don't get smart, We lay together on the lawn. We lay till dawn,

I notice her left eye is gone. We said goodbye, and everything turned

out alright. I'll see you here tomorrow night. (Prechorus) (Chorus)

(Chorus) Check it out, bitch! You ain't gettin' no stink stank! Get yo'

ass an stop on da dik you want wit' dat chough+cough. Them clammy

graveyard bitches, they dowwnn wit' da clowwnn! Ya know I catch pigs up.

(repeat 7x) I know I can handle them mugs! (Prechorus) (Chorus) (Chorus)

A Girl that make me happy, (3x) Oh-woo oo. Oh-woo oo.

Three Rings

Rrrinnnggg "Hello?" "You have a collect call from 'Cukoo'. Please

answer the following question 'yes' or 'no'." "Will you pay for the

call?" "Is this on? Gather round my wealthy friends, And you pay for the

call?" "Is this on? Gather round my wealthy friends, And endure the

horrifying sights Only your worst nightmares could produce. Actual human

beings of a deformed nature. Come at once, and come and endulge yourself

In our own twisted amusement of another's misfortune. Yes, ladies and

gentlemen. Enter our 3 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. Scarin the shi* outta all of

yall bitches! Which is why you don't invite mine to your party Just cuz

I don't look like everybody. I guess you're just a bunch of rich boys.

Bitch boys. Scary. Blblbblah! 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, now how ya gon' act? So what if I got another arm growin' outta my

back. I guess I'm just another freak show thing And now they got me in

the 3 rings. (chorus): 3 ring. A ding a ding ding. People love to point

and stare. 3 ring. A ding a ding ding. It's the same as everywhere. (End

Chorus) (chorus) Ring two! How do ya do? I'm Shaggy 2-dope.

Chicken-faced bitch! (Who?) You don't try to front hoe. Try to play me

out just cuz I'm runnin wit the side show. So maybe there's the leg

growin out my neck. But, don't jet baby, huh, not yet. Popped out the

neden like a pund of lead. Doctor blew his back, rolled and dropped me

on my head. Oh shi*! I knew it had to fu** up my circuits. Cuz, when I

was 2, my momma left me at the circus. Abandoned at the carnival, with

the freak shows Like Bat-boy, Hermaphrodite, and Old Man Crow. But then

I escaped to the ghetto zone. Started a crew of my own mutha fu**a, I'm

not alone. So don't be stickin' your finger in my face stank. Or your

stomach might recieve a shank from the 3 rings. (chorus) (chorus) "I

certainly hope you're enjoying yourselves, here, at our 3 ring exhibit.

But, to be honest, I really don't see what's so fu**in' funny about it.

These fu**in' people are real!" "Ring 3, The ICP! Look if you want, But

I wouldn't lay a hand on me. That's how you get fu**ed up. We'll squeeze

your windpipe's shut." Yo! I'm a nerd, word. I drink Thunderbird.

Half-snake woman kicked my love to the curb. She busted in to my tent

now I'm fu**ed. Had the fat-bearded lady in the buck. Ugh!. Fu** that.

Bitch suck that. I was born with a wang, but I never had a nutsack. It's

two balls hangin' wit no protection, so, I move real careful and slow.

You can call me a wierdo, call me a freak. Call me Don Knotts cuz I'm

gettin at it every week. Uh! So come see the carnival and throw me your

change, bitch. I chill with the 3 rings. (chorus) (chorus) "Well, that's

it. I hope you're satisfied. I hope you had a good time, you fu**ing

heartless bastards! You saw what you wanted, so grab your fu**ing kids

and that fat, flop of shi* wife of yours, and get the fu** out of our

circus tent! You cold-hearted sons of bitches! You think they looked

fu**ed up? Just wait till I kick your fu**in' lips in a couple times!

You'll be sittin' up here like a bitch, and we'll be laughin at your

folded ass. They'll call you Lumpy. After I done puttin knots all over

your fu**in forehead. Yeah! Hey, Hey little boy! Come here, how'd you

like it if I tied your neck in a knot? You fu**in' little bitch! Come

here, I'll fu**in shove that corndog up your ass! Get the fu** outta

here! The show'

Headless Boogie

Na na na na na na na na na na na na na (4 times) AAAHHHH! It's Friday

night, dark, scary, Lonely walkin' through the park cemetery. And it's

foggy, cold and smoggy. I hear a dog, a howlin' doggie. I'm scared,

shoulda brought a shotgun Would've, should've, but I ain't got one. But

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