Ghetto Freak Show Lyrics
| Song | Ghetto Freak Show |
| Artist | Insane Clown Posse |
| Album | Carnival Of Carnage |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bruce | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Bruce | |
| 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 | |
| Tiptoeing 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 chitchat 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 | |
| Dicksucking, buttfucking 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 |
| zuò cí : Bruce | |
| 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 | |
| Tiptoeing 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 chitchat 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 | |
| Dicksucking, buttfucking 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 |
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