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 you corpse to rot  While entrapping your soul to displayed at future stops  Oh yes, you should also be aware that it is your own evil doings  That have brought about this 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    Let's go, motherfuckers!!!