ICP: My funhouse

Rich boys in troubleCar broke down on a drive through the ghettoAll the weird people, you gotta get the fuck outNeed to use the phone, step into my funhouseHey yo, dope, looks like we got anotherHed like to go for a ride on the neck cutterStraight to the cart for the next spectacularJust to know, its a dead body sittin next to yaGet ready for the carnival thrillsShould of cut your little faggot ass in the hillsBoom! through the door into the room, you gotta check it outIts where we cut your fingers off and stick em in your mouthThat should show you that you greedy little rich fuckIf youre bucking withthe juggla youre a dead duckEight fingers in your mouth and two sticking out your noseFurther down the hall, the room with jokerosThats where you get by seventeen wicked clownsFor the seventeen dead bodies never foundAnd they jump on your back until your ribs crackToss you in the cart and push you down the deli tracksSpinning and twisting, rolling and bumping The dead fuck next to ya is trying to tell ya somethinListen close, you can barely make it outBitch, you aint shit in my electric funhouseHelp me, Im trapped in here. Somebody let me out.Oh my god!!! Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!Come here, rich boyMy head is spinning 360 degreesRichie richie richieCome hereBitch, fuck you, yeah, know what Im sayingWicked clowns running the funhouseAint no way to get out until the killer gets your neck cut like a man[Violent J]Pick a card, any card, any motherfucking card......A jokers cardSorry, bitch, the luck of the drawViolent Js gonna have to ice your jawSnap, bang, snip, boomSend that motherfucker off to the next roomCrash through the doors on the windy spinny trailThrough a loop-de-loop and into a big nailStraight through his left eye and out the back of his headIs he dead?No, cause he has to go to the next phaseIts the room of giggles because of your waysYou like to sit and laugh at people when they sufferWell, now you sit and watch me laugh when I stick your motherIts the funhouse, bitch, everythings funnyYou act like whipping on your ass aint funnyAnd the ride of your life only gets fasterOff to the R-r-r-ringmasterI take my bobo gun and blow your fuckin mouth inEh, yo, the next room, its called the chicken penAnd its a little tribute to the bigots of the southWe take a dead chicken shove it in your mouthAnd we stuff it down your throat with a pitchforkCuz youre a big gut, thats what you get for itNow I take your sorry ass and I throw you outCuz I dont need your dead body stinkin up my funhouseFunhouse, stinkin up my funhaugh!