PSYCOPATHIC

The ghettos of America are breeding grounds For the criminal minded As for years they have killed one another of And America has enjoyed its creation But now these ghetto-minded criminals Have crossed the line into your neighborhood And will soon give you a taste of the hell That they have lived for so long So pops, this time its your son gets shot Deal with your own creation Well, I've been to the storm house and then some Payed me dues but I'm still a street hoodlum Dropped out of school cuz I couldn't find my locker Stubbles on my chin, I got hair like Chewbacca Might see me sleeping on the street Don't look for a job cuz there's no jobs looking for me Then it all went to my head Next, forty-nine motherfuckers dead Tell the pigs I did it Place spot at your back And beat you in the head with it And keep your bitch in place Or I'm a send her ass home with a foot print on her face Uh, I'm hating sluts Shoot them in the face, steb back and itch my nuts 'Less I'm in the sac Cuz I fuck so hard it'll break they back All the pressure's packed into one nut I was waiting on a bus and my head blew up And the sight'll make ya sick Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic Psychopathic Thought you know bitch The ICP is made up of psychotic Demented psycho clumsy motherfuckers And we'll put a hook on your bumb leg Like it ain't nobody's business So I'm standing by the train tracks Then you see me running but naked with a battle axe I'm swinging and slicing and chopping and cutting and.. Aah, until I'm nothing Seems like I always get beat down Like the hawk turned to the wicked clown Tail turned out to the ghetto cuz Southwest Detriot is comended one's home So you might see me at a festival Cussin', rude, and scratching my testicles With a cold two-liter in hand Rapping to the bitch at the french fry stand Take it to the Patent Park Then I'll make a sexist remark Cuz they're all eventually bitching Serve me fucking take your ass to the kitchen Police don't like me it's obvious Just don't look in the trunk Or the sight'll make you sick Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic (theme from "Halloween") Yeah, I've always been a psycho Psycho-psycho-sick-psycho-sick-psycho-psycho I'll throw rocks at stray dogs Build crackhouses out of Lincoln logs I cut class, said I was a faker You was in school, I was home watching Green Acres Now I'm all up in your face You can barely hear the rap with all that bass I'm running with a southwest street gang And I never let my southwest meat hang Cuz you know what ICP's all about Take a brick off the street And bust you in the mouth Find the girl's daddy's rich And his sweet little angel's my sewer freak bitch But I filled the turkey up with the stuffing Like Billy Bill say, "a bitch ain't nothing" Grab her by the arm and break Grab her by the life and take it And, ya know, the sight'll make ya sick Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic Psychopathic

BLACKEN YOUR EYES

Filled your head with lead Cuz I want you dead... Girlie girlie bitch You fucking freaky bitch I knowing what you think You think your shit don't stink Take you out to dine And dine and wine and dine I tell you you look fine Then we fuck till I break your spine Bitchy bitchy ho We fucking on the floor We fucking in the bed Then I'll shoot you in your head You never make me cry Before that bitch you die Wicked clown sadistic Sadistic psycholistic I do like Nate the Mack And club ya in the back I'm not like other guys I'm quick to blacken your eyes Tommy son take off your coat I'll make you feel at home Then take out my billy club and go upside your dome Bitchy bitchy ho You fucking freaky ho You have a can of mace I'll shoot you in your face I grab you by the neck And rip that shit out Don't think that I'd hit ya But I'd punch and stomp and kick ya You wouldn't hit a lady What bitch! What ho! BITCH!!! You told me that you loved me I thought that shit was true But then you sucked on my boy's dick Until his balls turned blue Freaky freaky trick Take your fucking pink Suck or fuck or what? Nasty nasty slut I guess love is the word You act like you ain't heard I'm not like other guys I'm quick to blacken your eyes Bitchy bitchy ho You fucking freaky ho I heard you gotta neck Why, uh, why don't you let me, uh Why don't you uh Why don't you let me break it, bitch? I think I heard a ho A helpless drunken ho Someone tell me so Do I hear a ho? Bitch, get in the car Then I'll take you to the bar But I took her to the alley And kicked her with the balley Stomped her in her face Her chicky chicky face You took my heart and bit it So I took your lip and split it You took my life and crushed it I took your head and bust it I take your leg and break it I take your life and take it And bitch it's no surprise I'm not like other guys Take it, take it, take it Cut off your head and bake it And bitch it's no surprise I'm quick to blacken your eyes Tommy son take off your coat I'll make you feel at home Take that razor to your throat, I'm from the ghetto zone Bitchy bitchy ho You fucking freaky ho...

NEVER HAD IT MADE

First I was born young and healthy I told my mother one day I'd be wealthy Can't forget my first day at school Got stabbed in the head with a pencil, but it's cool Get my education A job and a family, a good reputation And what about grade two? Got shot in the neck and the bullet went straight through But I'm packing a textbook Don't fuck with me cuz I'm going to grade three Thank god it's lunch in a minute Bit into my hot dog with a razor blade in it And it cut my tongue off But I know how to multiply so what's up, boss Finally had to step out I dropped out of school when they ripped my neck out Who knows where the road led? Seen a man with a breif case and no head So I'm like fuck that Show me a quarter and an ounce of crack And I'm straighter than a fucking lightpost I sold a lot of crack but I bought the most Now I'm a basehead down on my luck Roaming the streets and got hit by a Mack Truck And thrown about a block But I'm thinking nothing but gimme a rock Holding my sign I'll work for crack With my old-ass E.T. shirt on my back And I'm sleeping in the gutter Right next to Jam Town's mother I'm eating dead rats in the street I keep on checking for own heart beat Now I'm weighing at a buck-o-five Twitchy little neck and I'm barely alive Got my first taste of life in hell I ate a dead, shh, but don't tell Excuse me, sir, can you spare some change? I'll cut your face off and eat your brains You know all about me You act like you ain't seen penatentuary Spitting and cussing and you know I'll piss With these iron braces on my fucking wrists And I'm heading for the slammer Serial killer, all on the camera First day, they broke my back Next day, they broke my neck Third day, they broke my leg Fourth day, they broke my head Swallowing kept on trucking But there'll be no fucking That's strictly for the soft Seen a freak in a week and my nuts fell off So I'm finna escape How much shit can one clubno take? "Stop, fool. Stop or I'll fire" Shot me off and I fell in the razor wire I'm all tangled up, cut cut cut slit slit cut cut You don't love me, I really don't care Tie my ass up in the electric chair I got no family, I got no friends I pray to God that my life ends They thought that they had killed me They took me to the morgue I'm just a little stiff that's all Like a board I lay there in my coffin Just chill and wait and chill But then I jump out knife swinging all about And motherfucking-mother-mother-mother-motherfucking kill I used to wonder what life's about Until it chewed me up and spit me out Your ghetto created a psycho nut Not just psycho psycho nut Now I'm living in the walls of your house And I'll die there and lay and rot like a dead mouse I'm packing a sickle I'm on your roof and I'm playing the fiddle You want me in a straight jacket Cuz when I see a throat, I'm a hack it Where I'm at? What's my name? Somehow, somewhere, I got hit by a train And it ripped my legs off Huh, nothing but a minor coft You can't get me I swing from a tree Shouting and cussing and shooting at me Everybody's end make two cents A branch broke and I fell on a picket fence I'm stuck and they're coming to get me Rip myself off and I took my lungs with me I'm stuffing them back in Fuck! They won't go back in Now my life's gettin' dense Cuz my heart's still beating on a wooden fence They shoot me up and down Thinking thinking thinking clown Wicked wicked wicked clown You wanna know all about a wicked clown I never had it made...

REBEL FLAG

Stop the bus, Violent J comes out Barrels to your chest And blow your lungs out Motherfuck a fucking hick I'll kick you in the mouth, swell your fucking lips up You swallow them teeth when I do And me and my boys will run a train on your Felma lip Then break her fucking back Goddamn bigots ain't all that So I'm a cut your brain out Reach in and pull your spine out Welcome to the carnival show You're invited, you and your bitch Flo And the wicked clowns gonna jeck Cut your lights off and if you crawl back Don't step to the city folk Bitch, that's how you got your titties broke So get back on your ardvark Don't let me see a bigot coming through Clark Park Cut his neck with my good blade Thirty-four years old, still in the third grade Yes, speaking on others Look at your hootnannyass motherfucker And your Billy Bitch hey Fuck both ya and your rebel flag Fuck your rebel flag (8x) "Been down south you can't tell me" Hillbilly hillbilly hillbilly Uncle Willy acting illy Old bitch cooking up fiddles That fuck on the porch playing the fiddle You know I'd love to show you that ghetto style Take you out back and throw you in the shit pile Life in the inner city I'd whip your ass, but you're all shitty and funky Like the pigs you eat Picking that shit off them yellow feet Don't step or so much as cough Or I'm a shoot you in the back until your chest falls off What you say ain't always hype So I'm a slap you in the face with a lead pipe Teach the kids what pops taught you And he's a funky-ass bigot too Fell short other do respect Don't speak when I slap you in your red neck Fuck all that bullshit you stuck on Get back on your mule and get the fuck on Don't look back, I'm a hit ya Take that red neck bitch out with ya Spit on your rebel rags So fuck you and your rebel flag Wilbur - I'm a cut his neck Haus - I'm a break his back Guber - I'm a stab his face Jed - I'm a slit his throat Felma Lou - I'm a fuck her in the ass "Hillbillies listening down south" I'm up and I'm headed for the south Finna blow a round of buck shot in your mouth And blow the back of your fucking neck loose Hillbillies run a rhyme like a headless goose Cuz you try burning down my cross That's ready racist hick named Haus You sleep in the barn and you fuck your horse Break to the head, put your back on coarse, yeah But ya know I chill If I don't flex on you, the others will Straight folks in the south won't have it They put a round in your racist ass quick The coolest south team up with the north And blow that bigot off his fucking horse So put away your goddamn twine Cuz I'm a cut your pipe and take a little moonshine And drink it all up Barrels to your face and blow your fucking head off Keep on gunning cuz of what they said Punk, I'll put a slug in your bald head Scalp a skinhead quick And your greasy-ass triple Klan ain't shit Zip you up in the bag And I'll shit on a motherfucking rebel flag Yeah shit on a rebel flag Fuck your rebel flag... Wilbur - I'm a cut his neck Haus - I'm a break his back Guber - I'm a stab his face Jed - I'm a slit his throat Felma Lou - I'm a fuck her in the ass I'm a stab that motherfucker in bitch ah!

GHETTO FREAK SHOW

Ghetto freak show... It's three o'clock in the morning and you're sleeping Wicked clowns in the moonlight creeping Slide through your window under your bed Crawl in through your ear, eat your head Bumping into bones cuz I need light Tip-toeing down through your windpipe Climbing down your spine was the fun part Looky looky and I think I see your fucking heart Uh huh so I'm stabbing like it ain't nothing Wicked clown cut his way out your belly button I'm like a vulture waiting in a dark place Swooping down and I'm picking at your dead face I'm sick but you don't know the whole deal No one ever loved me and they never will Bitch, I take you out on a blind date But then they find you dead under a wooden crate Rapped in a bag deep in the woods Cause my mother always said I was no good Locked me in a closet, fed me dog shit Well, I'm out now, so motherfucker watch it The insanity's grip will never let go Here's your chance to a glimpse of a ghetto freak show I'd rather be dead...ghetto freak show... I'm a freak show coming to your house Standing at your porch, chewing on a dead mouse I'm looking like a fly so you swat me Keep chasing me even though you got me So what you wanna do to a ghetto thug First you starve me and feed me them fuckin' drugs Turn me into a wicked, wicked cat I'm coming to your house, so catch ya catch ya clown Gotta have a fucking throat, hatchet once, hatchet twice Gotta have the governor, the richer fucker, pay the price Driving with your woman, that's sweet Never even know I'm in the back seat Chat chit-chat about the weather But then I slam they fucking heads together Is it jealousy, they never loved me So now I'm ripping out your guts and it's ugly I'm trapped, don't wanna be a rich man Not a poor man, I need my own land Because the rich man be stressing all the dumb stuff They cut there fucking wrists if the grass ain't green enough Right there in your face, you can't tag it Just found out your son is a faggot Dick-sucking, butt-fucking homo man If ya stressing then you better talk to mojo man Insanity's grip will never let go Here's your chance to catch a glimpse of a ghetto freak show I'd rather be dead...ghetto freak show Ahaha, Violent J, the Ghetto Freak Show He's still alive The ultimate amazing freak show Is here on the Carnival of Carnage Line up and see him Lived years in the slums And he's still alive to tell about Line up and see him He's nasty, he's disgusting He's filthy, he is a freak show And you can see him live at the Carnival of Carnage You, young man You look like you could use a viewing Of a good freak show Line up, bring your sister, your brother And see the ghetto freak show Violent J is still alive

TASTE

The time has come for the blood to run In the streets paved with gold We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long And like animals we kill each other With a hatred for others We must move into the suburbs And punish the rich for their ignorance And the horror of death that is a part of our life In our neighborhood And give them a taste of the same And when we kill the government's children The streets smell of death Maybe then they'll see our situation In a new light And put an end to the chaos in the ghetto Put an end to the killings Heard thoughts going on in the free world Broke out the asylum and killed a girl Drink it all up just to get it on Cuz I'm a be cutting throats till the break of dawn Can't nobody get me I've always been a psycho but now they coming with me That's straight to Wit T. Mark Cuz I believe every throat deserves a good cut Look in my brain, it's fucking insane Roll around naked in the acid rain Rich bitch fucker, took me for a sucker Now we killing you instead of killing each other Walked in his house, shot him in the mouth Lean back the head and pour the brains out My lyrics are strong, it's only a song The government from the ghetto don't know what's going on I'll take the matter into my own hands Cut ya down, can't cut ya down Cuz I know the rich go jogging And I'm waiting in the bushes axe to the noggen (come on bitch come on) About thirty, forty times Psychedelic sick with a psycho psycho rhyme Thought you'd keep the killing in one place But I'm at your door, motherfucker have a taste Fucking you up, won't let you pass Fucking you up, shot you in the ass Jumped out the alleyway with the motherfucking battle axe Throwing dead bodies on the motherfucking train tracks I'm sick of this shit on my TV They're showing psychopathics and I see me And you're calling me a homeless hobo While I'm laying on my sway couch listening to mojo Snipe you in the head from a tower Or chase your naked ass clean out the shower Finally catch you down the block Take this here gat and shoot you in the cock Who you fucking with governor E? Don't you know I hang your dead ass from a tree? Yup, then swing you by the foot Mister jumble-looking bald-head punk bitch Stroll to the banquit party Drank all they brew, then shot everybody They set it up wrong Created the ghetto and thought it wouldn't last long Thought we'd kill each other off Never thought we'd come to the suburbs, jack off The clown will stick his knife in your face Motherfucker, have a taste In Detroit, doing time, time be done With a number of solutions cuz we're nothing but wicked men Too many motherfuckers have I known threw the years Got their necks blown out or crippled in their fears And I'll tell you cuz I've been in many skolds By the years cuz I'm drawn by the vision of the iron fist Raised by the crime with nothing to eat So my natural instinct is to kill in the streets But I'm above that my central caution Jump Steady stepping over the governor's brainwashing Take it take it further take it take it far Don't even let them judge you cause you know who you are Seems like they don't even know about the inner city crime war Money on the troops in the desert what the fuck for Damn, that's stupid, their minds must be failing Think I'd rather pay a little extra to the gallon To save a human life or two End this ghetto war for the homies that I once knew You're peeping out the bomb with your closed eyes You're peeping out the bomb with your closed eyes, ho I have a mind killer rage waiting for change In the folds of my jacket, crate of my gauge What'cha gonna do when I show up at your place Try and ignore it this time, motherfucker, have a taste You need a spoonful, in another words, a little taste So let me feed you the city at a rather steady pace Wake up to gunfire thinking it was a dream Until you hear neighbors hollar and a young child scream Everyday thing, think you can take it Just wait till you see the crackhead at your front door, naked Beggin' for money acting like he knows ya You slam the door in fear, but someday he'll show ya Catch ya at gun point range you're getting jacked "Come up with it, bitch!!!" now you don't know how to act But that's life inexperienced is a mother Happens everyday, one after another But the suburb living is high class Well, high class, lemme see you trade with our ass And show you the rough times Hungry homeless people committing crime after crime And bitches coming to pipe for dope Then they run to rock solder, buy some rock snow And I hear you're making fun of that ICP, what's up E?, get your bats It's time for you to crack some necks If they don't know now, show them what to expect Because it doesn't matter the race or the place Capitol E, giving the inner city taste We had it from Birmingham, Cross Point, and Beverly Hills I thought you knew because we in a devilish mood Guess who's rolling with the ICP The black devil coming straight from the deep I'm heading out to Birmingham, attempt to even burn a man Looking for the governor to kill a man I think I can Violent J, don't go away, cause I'm gonna getcha And if you're standing in my way, I'm gonna wetcha The black devil, that devil ya don't know Gettin' more pussy than Bel Biv Devoe Hey man do you know my name Esham with Nadas not Soul Train So gimme mine cuz it ain't about black and white It ain't about wrong and right on Devil's Night I'll burn a cross in your fucking face Now homicide's gotta new case So gimme a taste... Just a little taste, just a little taste Have a little taste, have a little taste