BOOGIE WOOGIE WU
The beast lives out of the raging storm in the dead of night The ravenous, blood-sick creatures searches for it's sacrifice Through the hideous darkness, it lurches, driven by death itself Only the satisfaction of slaughter will cause it to return to The darkness from which it came Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu Boys and girls, it's nighty night time Happy J the Clown has a nursery rhyme It's about, The Boogie Woogie Man Keep your light on as long as you can Cuz when it cuts off, so does your head Boogie Woogie Woogie waits under your bed With a shank, splah!, up through the bottom Little Jimmy Jimmy, uh, got em It's the one and only Boogie Man He creeps, he hides, he sneaks, he slides If you little feetsies are hanging off the edge of the bed You're running on stumps motherfucker!!! Well, moonlight fills the room that you sleep in Things go bump in the night, me creeping Ouch! Fuck! I stubbed my toe If you'd just quit leaving your shit all over the fucking floor Fuck it, you're dead anyway And I'm gonna leave your head smack dab in the hallway In the morning, when your daddy walks out AAAAHHH!!! His foots in your mouth, thanks to the Boogie Man Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (here comes the boogie man) Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (haha haha haha haha) Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (make way for the boogie man) Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (mom! dad! ah! no!) Does the Boogie Man really exist? Well, is your mother a bald-headed freak bitch? yes You fall asleep and you wake up dead With a broken broom sticking out your forehead I sing lullabies till you dose off Tie you down and chew your fuckin toes off And then spit em out back in your face Splat! Fuck, wash your feet bitch! The world's famous Boogie Woogie Wu will come to you Slumber parties, sleepovers, intimate nights What the occasion for the midnight hour He will gladly come and fuck that shit up I don't beat woman, fuck that, I'm about it (no no) But I'll cut her fucking neck and think nothing of it "I bet you didn't know the Boogie Man was a clown But when you see the juggla, your holding your jugular" With a swing, chop, stab, swing, chop You're holding your neck together, but your nuts drop And the cops do the best they can They pull the axe out your face and say "Was it the Boogie Man?" Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (what was he wearing?) Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (haha haha haha haha) Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (make way for the boogie man) Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (mom! dad! ah! no!) Please don't let me fall asleep Cuz the Boogie Man will creep Through my window in my room Stab me with a broken broom Please don't let me fall sleep Cuz the Boogie Man will creep Through my window in my room Stahhh... Boogie Woogie Woogie! It's the incredible, undeadable Boogie Man Go ahead, pull the covers over your head Hide under them, he don't give a fuck It'll just make it that much more easier For him to suffocate your face! There's three ways to stop me from doing what I do What? you think I'm a tell you "Mom, can you leave the door open a bit?" Thanks, an easy way in, you fucking idiot Now I stretch your neck out and play in like a banjo Boomchicka boomchicka like that shit, yo? Then I stretch it out more and fling your head through the wall It's the Boogie Man y'all Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (here comes the boogie man) Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (haha haha haha haha) Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (make way for the boogie man) Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu (mom! dad! ah! no!)

NEDEN GAME
HOST: LETS MEET CONTESTANT NUMBER ONE hes a skitzophranic serial killa klown who says women love his sexy smile lets see if his charm will work on Sharon Sharon, whats your question for Number 1? Sharon: Number 1, i belive first impressions last forever if u were to eat dinner with me and my family, how would you make it last forever? hmm well lets see id have to think about it i might show up in a tux HA! but i doubt it id probably just show up naked like i always do and lick your mama in the eye and tell her FUCK YOU! hurry up bitch im hungry i smell spaghetti, i pinch her loopy ass and tell her get the food ready your dad would probably start trippin, and get me pissed, id have to walk up and bust him in the fuckin lips! its dinnertime! were hearin grace from your mother i pull a forty out and pour some for your little brother im steady starin at your sister, ill tell ya this, ya know for only 13 SHE GOT SOME BIG TITS! after that, your dad would try to jump again, but only this time id put the 40 to his chin after your mom dies the dishes and the silverware, id dry fuck her till i nut in my underwear HOST: now lets meet contestant number 2 hes a psychopathic deranged crack head freak who works for the dark carnival he says women call him stretch nutz Sharon, lets hear your question... SHARON: i like a man whos not afraid to show his true emotion a mna who expresses himself in his own special way number 2, if u were to fall in love with me, how would you show me that you care? first thing, i could never love you, you sound like a witchy bitch yo FUCK YOU!! but if i did, id probably show you that i care by takin all these mutha fuckas outta here id go through your phone book, and whack em all, then find contestant number one and break his fuckin jaw WHAT!!?? anyone that looked at you would have to pay, id be blowin fuckin nuggets off all day id grab your titties, and stretch em down past your waist, let em go and watch em both spring up in your face id sing love songs to ya the best i can get ya naked and hit it like a CAVE MAN!! we go to tha beach and walk through the sand i throw a little in your face and say im just playin as you spit it all out, i rub your back, and grab your underwear and WEDGE IT UP YOUR ASS CRACK!! HOST: well it sounds like contestant number 2 is just overflowing with sensitivity, Sharon its a tough choice so far, sharon lets have your last question to find out whos gonna have the rights to your neden SHARON: ok, if we were at a dance club, and you both noticed me at the same time, tell me, how would you each get my attention and what would your pick up line be who ever'

HALLALUJAH
Who am I? I'm not the Devil, I can take you to my level, Above the rocks, above the earth, Tell me what your soul is worth. How much money do you make? How much will you let me take? I will give you tranquility, Just send you wealth and checks to me. Life is going to expire, And your soul will burn in fire. You will perish in the thunder, Unless you call my hotline number. God has asked you to make me rich, Me and my fat-rat gaudy bitch. On your T.V.'s late at night, Send those checks, and I'll guide you to the light. "Don't put away your wallets just yet, brothers and sisters. There's somebody here I'd like all of you to meet. This is little Jonathan. Jonathan, say hello to the lovely people." "Hello." "Jonathan has problems. Twisted neck, tangled legs, crooked spine, but we can heal this boy! For just, uh, six thousand dollars, we can heal this boy!" God called me and then stopped by, And he told me you're gonna die, Unless you buy my holy water, Check, cash, or a money order. This is true, don't question me, I'll even send you shit for free. It's only ten buck for the call, And I'll send a prayer, no charge at all. Put your lips up to the screen, Close your eyelids, and intervene, Your lips to mine, now send the cash, And while you're there, you can kiss my ass. Take your paycheck, and send me half, And I'll send you God's autograph. I'll get you Allah's, and Bhuddah's too, Even Zeus, I dont give a fuck who, Just send me that money. "Would you like to be healed, little Jonathan?" "Yeah, Reverend." "You see, brothers and sisters, this-" Beep-beep! Beep-beep! "Excuse me. I told you never to page me on a sermon day. Yes? Uh-huh. Hallelujah. Howdy. People, that was the lord, today only, he will heal this boy, for just five thousand dollars!" Pass the collection plate… Pass the collection plate… Pass the collection plate… Pass the collection plate… (Show me how you give, I'll tell you how to live.) Your total's twenty-two eleven, For your set of keys to heaven. Make the checks out in my name, Me or God it's all the same. Bring your crippled ass to me, Pay my usher the holy fee. I'll bless your legs, and bless your chair, Then wheel your bitch ass outta here. Now a special ceremony, This part don't cost any money. Drip a drop of blessed water, Now I fertalize your daughter. Even though I fucked a hooker, Took your baby girl and shook her, You still buy everything I sell, And I'm livin' well… See you in hell. "Four-thousand eight-hundred, nine-hundred, five thousan-Hallelujah! You did it, brothers and sisters! Are you ready, Jonathan? Lord almighty, we've met your price, give me the healing power, I can feel it! Lord! Rumilumilamanamanumi! This boy is healed!" "Huh?" "Now, to the naked eye, it would appear that this boy has not been healed, but I can assure you, this boy's spirit has been healed! Inside this tangled, mangled frame is a healed little boy. His spirit is healed! Hallelujah!" "Country Cookin', can I take your order?" "You want the red-eye gravy with that?" "With chitlins or black-eyed peas?" "Lemme cypher up your bill, here." "That comes to fourteen nintey-five." "Okay, be ready quicker that two jiggles of a jackrabbit's ass."

DOWN WITH THE CLOWN
Cuts, mutha fucka!" How long will the juggalos be down wit' me? How long till they forget me? Check it out, What if I grew another fuckin' head? And his name was Violent…Ed? And he headbutt me every time I cussed? I would need two microphones when I bust. Would you show me love, even with another head? Or would you be like, "Fuck you and Ed!" Or, what if I sold out like a bitch? And took the makeup off and went soft? Call myself Detroit southwest lover? And put my ugly-ass face on the album cover? Went R&B top ten hit, And we had Jodecie singin' all over our shit? Fuck that though, yo, I'm a juggalo, So don't forget me like ya did with Minuto.
What about when the world's like fuckas, killas? What will ya be? - Down What about when I'm a hundred and three? What will ya be? - Down, down What about when the world's like fuckas, killas? What will ya be? - Down What about when the carnival comes to ya town? I'm a be down wit the clown!
How long will ya be down with a ghetto puppet? I say I'm sick in the nugget, and ya love it! I ate a dead body, I ain't proud of it, I told you all about it, and you all applaud it! (yay!) I got problems, I'm haunted by a carnival, I could run and tell a doctor, but what for? I just put it on tape wit' a phat beat, And make a quick buck, I'm like, fuck! (hoo hoo) I could've came out sportin' some hammer pants, Kick steppin' with Shaggs, and try to dance, Make ya mom happy, keepin' it soft, I'd rather grab my dick and tell your mom to fuck off! I know then you'd probably start to trip, And swing at me, but hit Violent Ed in the lip, Look, I don't even know what I'm tryin' ta say, Just don't forget me like ya did with Rahbay.
What about when the world's like fuckas, killas? What will ya be? - Down What about when I'm a hundred and three? What will ya be? - Down, down What about when the world's like fuckas, killas? What will ya be? - Down What about when the carnival comes to ya town? I'm a be down wit the clown!

What about when the world's like fuckas, killas? What will ya be? - Down What about when I'm a hundred and three? What will ya be? - Down, down What about when the world's like fuckas, killas? What will ya be? - Down What about when the carnival comes to ya town? I'm a be down wit the clown!
I'm a be down, I'm a be down, Down with the clown till I'm dead in the ground. I'm a be down, I'm a be down, Down with the clown till I'm dead in the ground.I'm a be down, I'm a be down, Down with the clown till I'm dead in the ground.I'm a be down, I'm a be down, Down with the clown till I'm dead in the ground.I'm a be down, I'm a be down, Down with the clown till I'm dead in the ground.I'm a be down, I'm a be down, Down with the clown till I'm dead in the ground.I'm a be down, I'm a be down, Down with the clown till I'm dead in the ground.I'm a be down, I'm a be down, Down with the clown till I'm dead in the ground.I'm a be down, I'm a be down, Down with the clown till I'm dead in the ground.

JUST LIKE THAT
Jump outta bed, and I head for the grapenuts, Eat 'em quick, or they soggy, and that sucks, Try to find a clean pair of socks, and a shirt, Still sport the same drawers, even though they hurt. In the fridge there's a faygo, it tastes ill, Cuz it's fatter that a bitch on a big wheel! I got a few moneybacks, and a little change, So I'm headed to the store, when the phone rings: "What up, man check it out, I know this bitch, She gots another friend with her, and her dad's rich, If we find us a ride up to Rynethat, Garunteed, we can fuck 'em both on the spot!" Oh shit, lemme call Bill-Bill, I wanna go and let my nuts do the windmill, He ain't home, fuck, I'll call Mike Clark, Cuz I know he can get the fuckin' Skylark, He said he can, but he's broke, and it needs gas, But I wanna buy this faygo - think fast! I know my brother Jump Steady's got a few bones, But that's goin' through his shit when he ain't home! "Nevermind, J, Legs loned me a ten, No need to get punched in ya head again, Tell Mike to scoop me up right away, And then faygos and nuttin' hoes all day!" Fuck yeah, throw my pro wings on my feet, Lock the house, and wait for 'em in the street, I wish I had a piece of gum, or somethin', fuck, My mouth still kinda tastes like grape nuts. Here they come, nope, it wasn't them, Seems like the same cars drivin' by again, It pulls up…… "Hey, man, you're in luck…" "W-what'd you say, man?" BOOM.

PASS BY ME
I got shot, Ahhh! The murder was heinous. The bullet went in my eyeball and out my anus. And I was hit, that was it, on the spot, Flash, I woke up in a parking lot. And I'm sittin in a 64 Rinekeys, With Shaggy Dope written on the car keys. I look around I can't believe that it's possible, I'm dead, and I made it to the carnival. I walk in, it's everything I dreamed of, Everybody and they mama got clownlove. Japanese, Lebenese, and Chinese, Portuguese, and southwest ghetto cheese. Hangin' out with redneck truck drivers, Instead of always givin' each other piledrivers. I see my old homey, he died in a drag, Chillin with two bitches, "What up, Shag?" And he passed me a blunt like a tree trunk, I tried to hit it, but couldn't even fuck with it. And to think, I always been afraid to die, But I ain't never goin back, to wonder why. We all gonna die. But I'm not gonna fry. Even though most never try, I'm not gonna let this pass me by, no. We all gonna die. But I'm not gonna fry. Even though most never try, I'm not gonna let this pass me by, no. I was born. First they threw me in a shitpile. I dealt with it, and lived there for a while. I got dissed on, pissed on, and beat down, Mutilated, and tossed out a dead clown. Next thing ya know, I'm chillin' at the big top, Free money, and mad bitched non-stop. No water, it's faygo on tap, I wash my hair, and my face, and my butt-crack wit' it, Cuz I can, cuz I'm fat paid, I got a five story funhouse with a maid, And she walks 'round wit' her titties hangin' out, And when I cough, she come and dust my balls off. (hoo hoo) I'm headed up to the show, I'm gonna see, Jimi Hendrix, Selena, and Easy E, Elvis tried to open up but got dissed off, We got pissed off, because he sounded like butt, There's no fights, it's a perfect match, Hillbillies in the crowd tryin' ta cabbage patch, And ta think, I've always been afraid to die, But I ain't never goin back, to wonder why We all gonna die. But I'm not gonna fry. Even though most never try, I'm not gonna let this pass me by, no. Did ya ever burn your finger on somethin', hey, Well picture this, ya nuts burnin' that way. And a roman candle stickin' in ya butthole, That's where the greedy stank mutha fuckas go. This is all hell now, we livin' in it, But this bullshit'll be over in a minute, Then it's off to the faygos and in hoes, New clothes, and patent leather for your toes. (hoo hoo) And while ya sit around cryin' for ya dead friend, He's chillin' up there, hey, gettin' mad ends. He's probably there tryin' ta figure out why you're sad, He's on the beach gettin' fat, you got it bad. And for those who ain't down for the next man, Who rob from the poor, and snatch all ya can, And any chicken talkin' shit, lemme tell ya somthin', Hold a lighter to your balls, and you'll see what's comin'. We all gonna die. But I'm not gonna fry. Even though most never try, I'm not gonna let this pass me by, no. We all gonna die. But I'm not gonna fry. Even though most never try, I'm not gonna let this pass me by, no. We all gonna die. But I'm not gonna fry. Even though most never try, I'm not gonna let this pass me by, no. We all gonna die. But I'm not gonna fry. Even though most never try, I'm not gonna let this pass me by, no. We all gonna die. But I'm not gonna fry. Even though most never try, I'm not gonna let this pass me by, no.