Jugglers come out to play...       Guess who's coming to your big town    Jugglin' jesters kick it clowns    Circus sound painted frown    Carnival of carnage creeping round       I'm Violent J and I'm sick    They try to run me down but ya know I'm too slick    And I slip and slide like a slinkie    Slip and slide with my twinkie    Welcome to my world as it winds and it twists    I'm a kick a funky little rhyme that you missed    Boloo-chewy-wuwwy-do-boo    And you'd be fucked up if that was really voodoo    Come see the one at the show of your life    See me breathe fire and swallow a knife, right    I ain't swallowing nothing, Jack    But I can juggalo like you never thought you'd ever know    And we packin' that funk    With a snap and a clap and a jump jump    So chicky chicky freak if ya wanna be down    Step on up, ah...and kiss the clown       Kiss the clown       Stop the bus    Violent J comes out    Barrels to your face    And blow your fucking face off       'cause ya know my mind is golden oh    Happen to catch me a Beverly show    Body fell asleep but my mind goes on    Welcome to the world of juggla's dome    First day I enrolled at the high school    Butt-naked with an axe, "wow, he's so cool"    "Stand up and say your name, tell us about yourself"    My name's 2 Dope and I cut necks all to hell    Dylan, Dylan, I'm trying to find Dylan    I'm finna cut his throat with a carny carny killin'    Rich boy never seen a ghetto jokero    Slap you in the head with a sledgehammo    Sorry Dylan didn't mean to knock ya    Then I stuffed his dead body in my locker    To the next class don't wanna be late    Finna ask Brenda on a little date    I heard this bitch likes to fight in clubs    Took her to a Might Max threw a pair of gloves    Wants to get her ass beat by a fat dyke    And left the money-ass bitch there for the night    Woke her in the morning, threw her in the trunk    Threw her in the tub, 'cause the dumb bitch stunk    How you doing Brenda, mind if I bend ya    Over rover, do me like Dundy    I'm sure ya'd like that, ya little skank    And when I finished, I stuffed the fucking head in the fish tank       Back to the school, fat bitch in the locker    Couldn't fit her booty in, so I cut her booty out    Sometimes I feel like I'm already in hell    Throwing up children on Del Ray smell    Fuck those fucking fucks, uh    Rich fucks, man, fuck those fucks    Beverly Hills is Beverly Kills    I'm gonna bring ghetto carnival thrills    Where's that other little rich little fag    Looking for Brandon 'cause we can't stand him    I know my boys make the bass go boom    But shhh, you can hear jacking off in the boys room       "Aww, aww, Dylan. I want your anus. Aww, you're so hot."       Kicked in the stall then I kicked in his jaw    Kicked him in face and kicked in his balls    Punk tried to run but he couldn't try to wobble    Bust him in the head with an empty Faygo bottle    Took him to the staircase, jumped on his face    Road him down the bumpy chase    Can I hear him breathe one last note    Stuffed his back down his throat       Back to the locker, boy oh boy oh    Back to the locker, stop that fucker!    Back to the locker, boy oh boy oh    Back to the locker, fucking stop that fucker!       Walking down the hall and I'm feeling like the shit    'cause all that's left is one skank ass bitch    Kelly, Kelly, your neden's kinda smelly    Funk down your legs and up to your belly    But I'm with Del Ray, so fuck, don't fade me    Let me him man, you're finna kick the can       "Come on, bitch, man. You're getting ready to die anyway.    Bitch, calm down. Let me get a little putang, ya know what I'm    saying. Let me get a little trimp, bitch. You finna die."       Okay, 'cause I'm not a raper    But ya still make morning paper    Kelly found dead in her bathroom    Nah, Kelly found dead in her dad's room    No, Kelly found dead in her backyard    'cause Kelly choked on a Joker's Card    Smashed up bodies chilling in my locker    Kelly wouldn't fit, chop-chop-chop-chop her    Oh no, principal know what I'm about    'cause one of Dylan's sideburns was sticking    Oh shit, they chase me 'cause they found the bodies    Now I run my ass off, he-ho he-ho       Yelling, getting mad, you can hear them cuss    Didn't look both ways and got hit by bus    Crunched up under, tangled in the wheels    Spit me out the muffler, ya know how that feels    Lost both my legs so I'm running on my hands    Then I seen Prince so I clap 'cause I'm a big fan    And straight busted my face on the street    And here come the police...ya know