HOKUS POKUS
Serial Slaughterin' Strangulars, Jugglin' Jugulin' Juggulas,
Fall-in, fat floppy titty freaks…IC fuckin' P's in the
Haugh!(Hoo Hoo!)
Abracadabra, boom shaka day,
I'm Violent J, and I'm back like a vertebrae.
And I come with a hat full of tricks,
Trunk full of faygo, car full of fat chicks.
Ha Ha-Ha Ha Ha Ha-Ha-Ha, fuck you.
Wicked Clowns, we'd like to say what's up,
to the Cobras, X-men, and Counts,
And everybody with clown love, even sucks
I never heard of.
Roll into town, and out with
the big top,
Four cards down, and two more
still to drop.
And when it does, I'd pack up and hit
the road,
Cuz I don't wanna see your head explode!
Toss me an ax, and I'll toss you a dead chicken,
Add a buck, ya get a two liter wit' 'em.
And when the genie says on with the show,
it's Hokus Pokus Joker's,
Great Milenko.
Hokus Pokus Joker's ride,
Come take a spin on a carny-ride
Shazaam, Bam! Shaka-laka lokey, Shaggy the
clown back like scoliosis,
Call me a
psycho-skitzo-freak, and I'll call you by your
name!
Cuz I could give two shits and a fuck,
I bounce down Frimmer in a popcorn-clown truck.
I'm a circus ninja southwest voodoo wizard, I
grab ya gizzard!
Jump on the carpet,
let's take a spin,
Everybody's waitin' for the
show to begin.
Up to the top, by the neck,
and let ya go, )
Try to land in a glass of faygo!
You suck! Ya missed the fuckin' glass,
Broke ya neck, and busted ya fuckin' ass,
But the genie says on with the show,
Hokus Pokus Jokers, Great Milenko!
Hokus Pokus Joker's ride,
Come take a spin on a carny-ride
F-F-Fuck off!
F-F-Fuck off!
Clown dog…Freak dog…
Joker dog…Milenko dog…
Hokus Pokus Jokers, Great Milenko!
Hokus Pokus Joker's ride,
Rude boy and Chunky, down wit' the clown,
First time we ever went to Mexican town.
I remember, we couldn't pay the bill, they got hot,
And beat us down in the fucking parking lot! (Fuck you!)
Toljest, Jump Steady, and Nate the Mack,
Tagged ICP by the train tracks!
And it was on, the dawn of a new day,
Magical carpets creepin' down the freeway. (Hoo Hoo)
Walked in a gypsy's tent with a food stamp,
And walked out with a magical limp, yeah,
I met Milenko, he gave me three wishes,
That night, I fucked three fat bitches!
Stank, get the fuck wit' it, forget it,
I'll rip ya face off, and wipe my ass wit' it!
When the genie says on with the show,
It's Hokus Pokus Jokers, Great Milenko!
Hokus Pokus Jokers, Great Milenko!
Hokus Pokus Joker's ride,
Fuck that!
PIGGY PIE
Ahhh! They get it! Woo! We got some fresh fills
for your fat chicken-ass to
snack on,
bitch!
So here, start wit' a slice of
this fresh piggy pie, mother fuka!
The first little piggy, his house is made of wood,
He lives in a chicken turkey piggy neighborhood.
He likes to fuck his sister, and drink his moonshine,
A typical redneck filthy fuckin' swine!
I rode into town with my ax in my holster,
Everybody knows about the wicked piggy roaster.
A farmer at the border, he tried to take me out,
I drew my ax with the quickness, and cut his
chicken feathers out!
Walked in the village,
and to the piggy's place,
He opened up his door,
and popped me in the face.
It blew me off the porch,
and cracked my head in half,
But I'm a Juggalo,
so it only made me laugh. (Hehe!)
Forty in hand, I rose from the dead,
And threw with all my might, I made a pig noise
off his head.
Since we out west,
I had a little fun,
And pulled his fuckin'
tongue out the back of his cranium!
Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie.
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy cry.
I might use a gun, (No!)
I might use an ax, (yes!)
The carnival's in town, come and get your freaky sex!
The second little piggy, his house is made of brick,
And this little piggy is a mutha fuckin' dick.
He sits on his bench and gets all the respect,
But if I get a chance, I'm goin' straight for the neck.
He walked in the room, and everybody rose,
Lopped off bucket chillin' underneath my clothes.
First they let the piggy, now you can finally sit,
But what this piggy don't know is he's about to get
his neck wet!
Now I see the baliff, I'm thinkin'
what the fuck?
I can smoke this room before his
hearing aid will pick it up.
Old-ass man,
I let him get away,
That tired mutha fucka,
probably die tomorrow anyway.
Here come the piggy,
it's time for my case,
His eyes are
blood red with a wicked lookin' face.
He saw
my joker's smile, and sentenced me a dime,
So I racked on the bucket,
made it fuckin' rain pork rhines!
Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie.
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy cry.
I might use a gun, (No!)
I might use an ax, (yes!)
The carnival's in town, come and get your freaky sex!
Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie.
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy cry.
I might use a gun, (No!)
I might use an ax, (yes!)
The carnival's in town, come and get your freaky sex!
The last little piggy, his house is made of gold,
He lives in a mansion on his own private road,
I started walking down it, the gaurd he told me wait,
I bounced off his head and did a Jackie Chan over the gate!
Cuz this little piggy, must definatly fry,
I'm a lop his nugget off and toss it in the sky.
And then I watch the moon take the form of the devil,
And pull it out the sky, and beat it with a shovel.
People in my city, they fight for they meals,
He sleeps on a matress stuffed with hundred dollar bills.
A ritchie is the devil, he never really made it,
So I'm a take his money stack and stuff his face wit' it.
Opened up his door, he's sleeping in his bed,
I grabbed a brick, and roller-laid it upside his head.
He begged for his life, I told him it's too late,
It took away his dough and watched the devil suffocate,
cuz I need
Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie.
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy cry.
I might use a gun, (No!)
I might use an ax, (yes!)
The carnival's in town, come and get your freaky sex!
Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie.
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy cry.
I might use a gun, (No!)
I might use an ax, (yes!)
The carnival's in town, come and get your freaky sex!
Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie.
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy cry.
I might use a gun, (No!)
I might use an ax, (yes!)
The carnival's in town, come and get your freaky sex!
HOW MANY TIMES
How many times will I ask myself why, how many times?
How many times will I ask myself why, how many times will I cry?
How many times will you honk your horn and say fuck you?
Now what the fuck does that do?
Ya feel better now? I didn't let ya pass,
How 'bout I stop my car, and beat your fuckin' ass?
How many times will my neighbor beat his wife?
Somewhere in that house there's a butcher knife.
Fuckin' drunk, swingin' his fists about,
Why don't you wait till he sleeps, then take him out?
How many times will I sit in a hot car?
Traffic jam, been sittin' for a fuckin' hour.
Must be an accident, I hope nobody died,
Finally get there, and the crash is on the other side!
The gawkers roll by and creep slow,
Hopin' they can see a mangled body show.
Some park, and stand there and watch it all,
With their kids, they point, and fuckin' stare!
I remember one time I was pulled over,
Handcuffed, the cop was like, show's over.
People watching, hoping that he shoots me,
I just wanted to choke their fucking heads!
How many times will I ask myself why, how many times?
How many times will I ask myself why, how many times will I cry?
How many times will I wait in a line,
It's three-thirty, I fuckin' got here at nine.
I'm finally up to the front, can't wait another minute,
Why am I here? To pay a fucking parking ticket.
The lady at the counter acts like a fuckin' bitch,
No smiles, no help, you're just a piece of shit,
I'm gettin' pissed, calm down, fuck it, forget it,
Back to my car, and there it is, another ticket!
How many times will a crackhead smoke crack,
And ask me for some money cuz he wants crack,
Give him money, again, he's coming back,
Walk away, and here's another, "Gimmie crack."
How many time will a kid give a dirty look,
A little punk-ass bitch tryin to be a crook,
I wrote the book, I was out robbin' liquor stores,
When you were just a nut stain in your mama'a drawers.
How many times will I ask myself why, how many times?
How many times will I ask myself why, how many times will I cry?
How many times will you steal my car stereo,
It don't even work, ya feel like a bitch, don't ya?
I vacuum all the fuckin' glass off from my seat,
I sit down, and got a piece stuck in my butt-cheek.
How many times did I walk in, and just sit,
And have to listen, and learn all this bullshit,
Learnin' history and science, fuckin' wait,
Knowin' that, will that put food on my plate?
Yeah, can I walk into McDonald's, into the counter,
And tell 'em you can make limestone from gunpowder,
Will they give me a cheeseburger if I know that shit?
Fuck no, fuck you, and shut your fuckin' lip!
How many times will a judge decide my fate,
Who is he? A bitch! Nothin' great.
He takes shits, and fuck his old floppy wife,
Plays with his balls and judges my life!
And who the fuck is he?
He judges my
life!
How many times will I ask myself why, how many times?
How many times will I ask myself why, how many times will I cry?
How many times will I ask myself why, how many times?
How many times will I ask myself why, how many times will I cry?
How many times will I ask myself why, how many times?
How many times will I ask myself why, how many times will I cry?
SOUTH WEST VOODOO
Voodoo, runnin' from my magic.
Ray kay shay, Shooga-booga ba,
Southwest Voodoo's in the haugh!
Wicked voodoo doped up killa!
Magic, dark magic, yo.
Met this kid named Louie Lou,
He thought he could fuck with this voodoo.
So I turned his head into a lima bean,
And then flicked it off his shoulders...ping!
From Mookan House to Shangra La,
Egyptian Pharohs, kumpa-ta.
Follow me, and join us as we pray,
To the seventeen moons of Kunga Delray.
Walked in the luchroom chantin' spells,
With bamboo bitches and voodoo bells,
Got my own food, who wants some?
I got possum nipples and raccoon tongue.
A non-believer once started to laugh,
So I launched a fireball up his punk-ass!
Then everybody heard him squeal,
"This voodoo shit's for real!"
It just takes:
A head from a newt, a wing from a bat,
A tongue from a snake, a tail from a rat,
A neck from a chicken, an eye from a crow,
And a little itty-bitty itty drip of faygo!
Ray kay shay, Shooga-booga ba,
Southwest Voodoo's in the haugh!
Wicked voodoo doped up killa!
Magic, dark magic, yo.
Gripped out fauna on a windy night,
Ya see voodoo scribblins in the moonlight,
Painted all on the city street,
It's the ancient craft of gang-bangin'!
Hey! J! What's in the bag?
A shrunken head, and shrivled scrotum sac!
Why? Ya think voodoo's fake?
Come to the graveyard, I'll make the dead wake.
Raise, raise, shooga-boom ba.
Sleep no longer, raise, quick!
Raise, raise, shooga-boom ba,
"Leave us alone, you fuckin' punk bitch!"
Well, fuck it, I ain't that done yet,
But one day you can bet I'm a freak!
We'll make the whole world dance with the dead,
And just like my homey said, it only takes,
A head from a newt, a wing from a bat,
A tongue from a snake, a tail from a rat,
A neck from a chicken, an eye from a crow,
And a little itty-bitty itty drip of faygo!
Ray kay shay, Shooga-booga ba,
Southwest Voodoo's in the haugh!
Wicked voodoo doped up killa!
Magic, dark magic, yo.
Ray kay shay, Shooga-booga ba,
Southwest Voodoo's in the haugh!
Wicked voodoo doped up killa!
Magic, dark magic, yo.
Voodoo, runnin' from my magic,
Voodoo, runnin' from my magic,
Voodoo, runnin' from my magic,
I'll make a voodoo doll of ya, and fling ya nuts!
A head from a newt, a wing from a bat,
A tongue from a snake, a tail from a rat,
A neck from a chicken, an eye from a crow,
And a little itty-bitty itty drip of faygo!
A head from a newt, a wing from a bat,
A tongue from a snake, a tail from a rat,
A neck from a chicken, an eye from a crow,
And a little itty-bitty itty drip of faygo!
Ray kay shay, Shooga-booga ba,
Southwest Voodoo's in the haugh!
Wicked voodoo doped up killa!
Magic, dark magic, yo.
HALLS OF ILLUSIONS
Ticket please, thanks, walk through the doors,
Into the Halls of Illusion and visit yours,
To see what could've,
and should've,
and would've been real,
But you had to fuck up the whole deal.
Let's take a walk down the hallway,
It's a long way, it takes all day,
And when we get to the end, ya find a chair,
With straps and chains, we slap you in there!
Lock you down tight, so you can't move a thread,
And, pull your eyelids up over your head!
Cuz you're about to witness an Illusionary dream,
It's just too bad it ain't worth seeing.
You walk in and see two kids on the floor,
They're playin' nintendo, and he's got the high score,
And sittin behind them, chillin' in the chair,
Is your wife, and you look, oh, you ain't there!
It's some other man, and they're hand in hand,
How she looks so happy, ya don't understand,
See, this isn't a notion, it never came true
All because of you!
Back to reality and what you're about,
Your wife can't smile, cuz you knocked her teeth out!
And she can't see straight from gettin' hit,
Cuz you're a fat fuckin' drunk piece of shit!
But it's all good, here, come have a beer,
I'll break the top off and, and shove it in your ear!
And your death comes wicked, painful, and slow
At the hands of Milenko!
Great Milenko, wave your wand!
(Don't look now, your life is gone)
This is all because of you!
(What you got yourself into)
Great Milenko, wave your wand!
(Don't look now, your life is gone)
This is all because of you!
(What you got yourself into)
Look who's next, it's Mr. Clark,
The dirty old man from the trailer park.
Ya got your ticket? Thanks, take your coat off,
And later on, why not? I'll rip your throat off.
Let's take a walk down the hallway,
It's a long way, it takes all day,
And when ya get to the end, ya find a chair,
Ya see all the blood? Yeah, ya boy was just here!
We get all different kind of people comin' through,
Richies, chickens, and bitches just like you!
In the halls, everybody gets a turn,
To sit and witness your illusion before ya burn!
What do we have here? Oh dear!
No way! It looks like ya kids' in the O.K.!
Ya daughter's chillin' up in college, top grades,
And your son's a fuckin' doctor, fat pay!
They got family, the kids, and it's all good!
They even coach little league in the neighborhood!
Is this true? Have ya really seen the holy ghost?
Naw, bitch! Not even close!
Back to reality, your son's on crack!
And your daughter's got nut stains on her back!
And they both fuckin' smell like shit,
And live in the gutta',
And sell crack to each other.
When they were kids, you'd beat em and leave em home!
And even whip em wit' the cord of the telephone!
And that reminds me man, hey you got a call!
Watch your step to hell, in the hallway.
Great Milenko, wave your wand!
(Don't look now, your life is gone)
This is all because of you!
(What you got yourself into)
Great Milenko, wave your wand!
(Don't look now, your life is gone)
This is all because of you!
(What you got yourself into)
It's time to pack up and move to the next town.
But we forgot Mr. Bigot,
Okay, dig it,
We can't show ya an illusion,
cuz we're all packed, bye!
I'll still cut your neck out! How's that?
Great Milenko, wave your wand!
(Don't look now, your life is gone)
This is all because of you!
(What you got yourself into)
Great Milenko, wave your wand!
(Don't look now, your life is gone)
This is all because of you!
(What you got yourself into)
Great Milenko, wave your wand!
(Don't look now, your life is gone)
This is all because of you!
(What you got yourself into)
CONTINUE