Insane Clown Posse - Under The Big Top - Icp lyrics

"Wicked Clowns are invading you" I'm Violent J, Papa k**joy, I can't be fixed I'm a crooked a** clown with some filthy tricks I k**ed hot b**hes out there but I grow weed plants So every time I hit the blunt It's like I'm hitting that a** And I'm Shaggy, throwing heads in the air by the hair I bounce them off my heals while people cough they meals I kick heads like soccor balls and do tricks with them I get hotter than a globetrotter, twirling and spinning I sick with it with a sword, I can balance and stand on it k**ed many men, one swing in the end I'm so quick you won't see sh** but the guy's eyes wiggling And me in the Bruce Lee stance giggling I rob liquor stores at night when the workers are tired I run up in that b**h swinging chainsaws on fire And I can balance on a ball while juggling all your limbs While rest of you is chained up in a chair watching him Under the big top So many tricks to show (Come down) So many freak shows to go to (Come down) So many eyeballs to throw Your soul you're quick to drop Under the big top This wicked sh** we flow to (Come down) So many dead souls we go through (Come down) Inside Hell's Pit they throw you Let the fire get to know you Violent J is a man that can end your life And then wear your slippers and f** your wife You get a pie in the face, a f**ing pie in the face Then you get cut up and sent to your momma in a suitcase b**h I'm Shaggy clear outta my squares I ride a bike backwards in my underwears I tell human stories to ghosts and I dead the awake Plus I'm trapped in the other side of the mirror I think Twenty five chairs stacked up, I'm on the top f**ing balancing on my head, I'm about to drop And I'm holding up a bear on my foot that juggaling All six in the mix, will this be the end? This will the end of my dick all up in another b**hes a** Wicked clowns will make the wicked sh** last And I kick a dick's a** trying to stop the sh** Icepick to your temple than pop your sh** Under the Big Top So many tricks to show (Come down) So many freak shows to go to (Come down) So many eyeballs to throw Your soul you're quick to drop Under the big top This wicked sh** we flow to (Come down) So many dead souls we go through (Come down) Inside Hell's Pit they throw you Let the fire get to know you I'm Violent J's a juggla, pillow faced smuggla You recognize my voice? I'm in a ski mask mugging ya I can walk on stilts 900 feet high And than drop a dart down straight into your eye Well I'm Shaggy Shaggs, I went from rags to rags And I've received many meals out your garbage bags I can do backflips all the way up a wall Swinging an axe, that was the last thing that you saw I can slit your throat from across the room Throwing a Joker's Card under the light of the moon And then I hook my feet onto your swinging ceiling fan With two swords and yell for everybody else to come in You can split me in the middle or saw straight down You have two one legged halves of me jumping around You can cut them in half, you have four of us f**ers My limbs all crawling and attacking like brothers Under the big top So many tricks to show (Come down) So many freak shows to go to (Come down) So many eyeballs to throw Your soul you're quick to drop Under the big top This wicked sh** we flow to (Come down) So many dead souls we go through (Come down) Inside Hell's Pit they throw you Let the fire get to know you Under the big top