Greetings. Welcome to the gypsy of fortunes Your coin was very much appreciated And now I shall grant you your future It seems my cards of tarot have dealt you a very odd hand A hand of six jokers card, this is very rare And suggest something neusant is approaching You should be visited by a dark circus A circus that holds pain and anguish This travelling mass of evil will leave your lifeless corpse to rot While entrapping your soul to be displayed at future stops Oh yes, you must also be aware that it is your own evil doings That have brought about this dreaded carnival's visit All of the sins and hatred you have cast during your life Have whipped and spun into form, the form of one One who leads this gruesome parade of pain into your life One sinister beast, one known only as RINGMASTER
Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the museum, the wax museum Thousands of dead souls covered in wax All of the rare exhibits you are about to encounter Are strange and wonderous creations of the one and the only Leader of them all So both dead and undead please welcome the R-r-r-ringmaster
"Purpose, question, kill"
The ICP is of the Ringmaster And the Ringmaster's of the attutes of mankind G-ya, motherfucker, now you gotta face your worst enemy And that's yourself Every wicked thing you've ever done Has come back now And it's gonna whip your little ass, bitchboy
Us, we're just clowns We just work for the Ringmaster With the wave of his magic wand I step forward, wind back And swing this battle axe Upside your motherfucking head Hoooo!!!
So step right up cause the R-r-r-ringmaster Takes you on the ride of your life Horror and fear, smiles and tears And oh everso over do The Ringmaster rises up and lifts across the sky Through the forest and down the river Along the valley, over the hill And down the trail and up the sidewalk Only to surprise you and yours At your very front door