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    Ghetto freak show...
    It's three o'clock in the morning and you're sleeping
    Wicked clowns in the moonlight creeping
    Slide through your window under your bed
    Crawl in through your ear, eat your head
    Bumping into bones cuz I need light
    Tip-toeing down through your windpipe
    Climbing down your spine was the fun part
    Looky looky and I think I see your fucking heart
    Uh huh so I'm stabbing like it ain't nothing
    Wicked clown cut his way out your belly button
    I'm like a vulture waiting in a dark place
    Swooping down and I'm picking at your dead face
    I'm sick but you don't know the whole deal
    No one ever loved me and they never will
    Bitch, I take you out on a blind date
    But then they find you dead under a wooden crate
    Rapped in a bag deep in the woods
    Cause my mother always said I was no good
    Locked me in a closet, fed me dog shit
    Well, I'm out now, so motherfucker watch it
    The insanity's grip will never let go
    Here's your chance to a glimpse of a ghetto freak show
    I'd rather be dead...ghetto freak show...
    I'm a freak show coming to your house
    Standing at your porch, chewing on a dead mouse
    I'm looking like a fly so you swat me
    Keep chasing me even though you got me
    So what you wanna do to a ghetto thug
    First you starve me and feed me them fuckin' drugs
    Turn me into a wicked, wicked cat
    I'm coming to your house, so catch ya catch ya clown
    Gotta have a fucking throat, hatchet once, hatchet twice
    Gotta have the governor, the richer fucker, pay the price
    Driving with your woman, that's sweet
    Never even know I'm in the back seat
    Chat chit-chat about the weather
    But then I slam they fucking heads together
    Is it jealousy, they never loved me
    So now I'm ripping out your guts and it's ugly
    I'm trapped, don't wanna be a rich man
    Not a poor man, I need my own land
    Because the rich man be stressing all the dumb stuff
    They cut there fucking wrists if the grass ain't green enough
    Right there in your face, you can't tag it
    Just found out your son is a faggot
    Dick-sucking, butt-fucking homo man
    If ya stressing then you better talk to mojo man
    Insanity's grip will never let go
    Here's your chance to catch a glimpse of a ghetto freak show
    I'd rather be dead...ghetto freak show
    Ahaha, Violent J, the Ghetto Freak Show
    He's still alive
    The ultimate amazing freak show
    Is here on the Carnival of Carnage
    Line up and see him
    Lived years in the slums
    And he's still alive to tell about
    Line up and see him
    He's nasty, he's disgusting
    He's filthy, he is a freak show
    And you can see him live at the
    Carnival of Carnage
    You, young man
    You look like you could use a viewing
    Of a good freak show
    Line up, bring your sister, your brother
    And see the ghetto freak show

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