Ghetto Freak Show

[Chorus: Violent J]
Ghetto freak sh- gh-gh-ghetto freak show
Ghetto freak sh- ghet-ghetto freak show
Ghetto freak sh- gh-gh-ghetto freak show
Ghetto freak sh- gh-gh-ghetto freak show
Ghetto freak sh- ghet-ghetto freak show
Ghetto freak sh- ghet-ghetto freak show
Ghetto freak sh- gh-gh-ghetto freak show
Ghetto freak sh- ghet-ghetto freak show

[Verse 1: Violent J]
It's three o'clock in the morning and you're sleeping
Wicked clown's in the moonlight, creeping
Slide through your window under your bed
Crawl in through your ear, I'm in your head
Bumping into bones 'cause 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
Wrapped 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

[Chorus: Violent J & Esham]
(I'd rather be dead) Gh-gh-gh-ghetto freak show
(I'd rather be dead) Ghetto freak show
(I'd rather be dead) Gh-gh-ghetto freak show
(I'd rather be dead) Ghetto freak show

[Verse 2: Violent J]
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
(Wicked cat, wicked clown, wicked cat, wicked clown)
I'm coming to your house, so get ya get ya gat
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 their 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
A 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

[Chorus: Violent J & Esham]
(I'd rather be dead) Gh-gh-gh-ghetto freak show
(I'd rather be dead) Ghetto freak show
(I'd rather be dead) Gh-gh-ghetto freak show
(I'd rather be dead) Ghetto freak show
Ghetto freak sh- gh-gh-ghetto freak show
Ghetto freak sh- ghet-ghetto freak show
Ghetto freak sh- gh-gh-ghetto freak show
Ghetto freak sh- ghet-ghetto freak show
Ghetto freak show, ghetto freak show
Ghetto freak show, ghetto freak show
"Ha ha ha ha ha, Yes, Violent J, the Ghetto Freak Show, is still alive. The ultimate amazing fully 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."

[Outro: Jumpsteady]
"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'd kill each other with the hatement 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, and the streets smell of death, maybe then we'll see our situation in a new light and put an end to the chaos in the ghetto, and put an end to the killings."