Well I'm headed down the southern trail, I'm goin' Chicken huntin'.
Choppin' red neck chicken necks I ain't sayin' nothin'
To the hillbilly, stick my barrel in his eye, boom-shaka, boom-shaka,
Hair chunks in the sky.
Why? I, never liked chicken pot pie or the chopped chicken on rye.
Tell Mr. Billy Bob I'm a cut his neck up
Slice, poke, chop-chop, stab, cut.
"What can you do with a drunken hillbilly?"
Cut his fuckin' eyes out, and feed 'em to his Aunt Nilly.
Willie, Willie Chicken neck. Chicken huntin' gotta love it.
Hit him with the 12 gauge bucket, Chicken nuggets.
Laying out all over the grass. Bet this little hound dog'll eat 'em up
fast. Last as long as you can, my man,

Cuz when that chicken head hits the fan you got:
Blood, Guts, Fingers and Toes. (w/ echoes)
Blood, Guts, Fingers and Toes. (w/ echoes)
Blood, Guts, Fingers and Toes. (w/ echoes)
Sittin' front row at the chicken show, so...
(End prechorus)

(Chorus):
"Who's goin' chicken huntin?"
"We's goin' chicken huntin'."
"Who's goin' chicken huntin?"
"We's goin' chicken huntin'."
"Who's goin' chicken huntin?"
"We's goin' chicken huntin'."
"Cut a motherfuckin' chicken up, "
"Right!"
(Chorus)

Lemme get a chicken sandwich, with manwich, ah,
Feel the red on a Chicken neck.
Choppin up hella yeah, Billy bob Billy
Cuz I chop motherfuckin' red necks silly.
Peeped in your yard tell me what did I see?
I seen a chicken boy, fuckin' his sheep. I said,
"Mister, mister, What the fuck you tryin' to do?"
Badau-bad-a-badau-badau-bau
Barrels in your mouth, bullets to your head,
The back of your neck's all over the shed.
Boom-shaka-boom, chop, chop, bang,
I'm 2 Dope, and it ain't no thang
To cut a chicken, triggers clickin'
Blow off his head but his feet still kickin'

(Pre-Chorus)
(Chorus)

Went to Kentucky, I got lucky,
Met this hogcallin' bitch named Bucky.
Ridin' on a chicken, milkin' a sow.
Hittin' switches in a drop-top, low-ride tractor. Wow.

Red neck fella, moon-shine sella,
Hangin' by his neck bone. Chicken bone's locked in the cella',
Yella' bellied chicken plucka'. You red neck fucka!

(Chorus)

Rich bitch!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Ha ha ha ha ha!
UH! (echo)

Interview

"Hello! How ya doin? I'm here with the Insane Clown Posse, ICP. How you
guys doin?"
"Bblblblblblblbl!!"
"Well, uh, ok... I understand that you guys are from Detroit."
"Wwaaaaaaaahh!"
"Uh, yeah, ok. Why don't ah- Why don't you tell us something about the
group?"
"BURRRRRRP!"
"Awright, Awright... Any long term goals?"
"Ayayaiyaiyaiyaiyai!"
"Sure, yeah, yeah... How 'bout ah, solo projects? Any solo stuff to look
forward to?"
"HA! ha ha-ha!"
"Well... well, ok, ok. Well, ah, thanks for coming by and, ah, we look
forward to seeing you again, uh.
Thanks a lot! Bye-bye!"










Juggalo/Juggalette

A Juggalo is neither a fan,
nor a follower. A Juggalo is someone
who doesn't give a fuck what people
think about them. They have entered
the World of the Dark Carnival and
Insane Clown Posse because they
themselves have been considered
clowns, buffoons, idiots, and freaks.
Being a Juggalo reflects an entire
lifestyle and state of mind... it is
something that is impossible to define,
even for a Juggalo. To understand
what a Juggalo is, you must truly be a Juggalo

The Juggla

"Juggling eyeballs, juggling heads
What you've heard about, what you've read
The juggling wicked clowns will come to your
Birthday party, wedding, and barmitzva
And cut your back off for a small fee
The juggla ain't taking no shorts from nobody"

"Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh
Let the fucking bass go"


And the juggla make it last
Down with 2 Dope and try n' get trashed
My fellow fucking fellas
Southwest gangster killas
Violent J, the psychopathic
Some might say I'm schitsofrantic
Others think I'm quite the psychic
But somehow the bitches like it
What's up bitch, let me get the shot
Right here and now, butt-naked on the spot
Why am I like this, like that
Why are you like that, like this
The ghetto took my brain and motherfuck I want it back
I'm that nerd in the back of the class
That went psycho and killed your ass
I slash and cut and hack
With a "Kick Me" sign on my back
In my corner is scyne therapy
They take care of me, but don't stare at me
Cuz like I said I'll mug ya
Now run on home and don't fuck with the juggla

"Finally happened, the wicked clown have come to your town
And he's got your daughter by the hand
Showing her a new land
The southwest ghetto zone, where all the jugglas roam
Come one, come all and have the juggla cut your face off
Skip to the lou"

Juggla juggla fuck with the juggla
You can't fuck with the juggla
Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh
Let the fucking bass go






Cool & Dre
Back on the motherfuckin' Westside,
L.A.X niggas... yeahhh...

Y'all know who the fuck I am...

I'm free as a motherfuckin' bird I swear,
Disappear in thin air, there go Game, nigga where?
Posted on the block in them black Airs,
In that all black Phantom, hug the block like a bear,
Yeah, that V12 is roarin',
Flyin' through the city with the pedal to the floor then -
I put them 26 inches on the curb, tell the hood I'm back,
Give me a corner - let me serve,
Swerve, I'm still dope that's my word,
All I did was the switch the kitchens,
Did some tracks on the birds...
Irv - Gotti know I'ma murderer,
Half these niggas beefin' with me,
I never heard of them,
If I was the old me I would murda them
Matter fact, if I was the old me - I would Curtis them,
Courtesy of my Smith & Wesson,
I kill tracks like aids, nigga get infected,

The whole world been waitin' on him,
Here I come, droptop Phantom,
I'm skatin' on 'em, look around,
All the bitch niggas hatin' on him,
Mad cos I'm Chronic 2008tin' on them,
Big cars, big wheels, big chains,
Big pimpin', big money,
Big Dreams...Dreams, Dreams,
Big Dreams...Dreams, Dreams,
Big Dreams...Dreams...

I get money like Junior Mafia used to,
On my way to school 10.000 in my FUBU,
Lunchtime I was sellin' behind the bungalows,
baggin' up rocks the size of melons,
That's when the fiends start tellin' you can
catch 'em on the couch everyday at 4 o'clock,
Like Ellen!
Prime-time nigga, it's my time nigga,
Jacob ain't got shit to do with my shine nigga!
Cos when the sun come up - from behind the sea,
Niggas see me behind the B,
Ent. don't stand for entertainment,
Stands for 0 to 60, anybody see where Game went?
To the hood, parked crooked behind that chained fence,
And I'm going down behind my dogs, but I ain't Vick!
Tell me one album I put out that ain't sick?
No I'm not the Doctor, but I produce the same shit!

The whole world been waitin' on him,
Here I come, droptop Phantom,
I'm skatin' on 'em, look around,
All the bitch niggas hatin' on him,
Mad cos I'm Chronic 2008tin' on them,
Big cars, big wheels, big chains,
Big pimpin', big money,
Big Dreams...Dreams, Dreams,
Big Dreams...Dreams, Dreams,
Big Dreams...Dreams...

Big cars, big wheels, big chains,
Big pimpin', big money,
Big Dreams...Dreams, Dreams,
Big Dreams...Dreams, Dreams,
Big Dreams...Dreams...

Yo Jay what it do nigga?
I done rocked enough fellas to be you nigga,
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas,
I make you "Holla, Holla", I Ja Rule niggas!
The lion's in the room, waddup Fat Joe?
I'm Curtis' kryptonite and the nigga Joey Crack know,
Whoever said "Game Over" musta had a hangover,
Get money, my driveway sponsered by Range Rover,
I got blood diamonds straight outta Angola,
Wave my red rag in the air, signal Lil' Wayne over,
Yeah, that's when the Crys start poppin',
The pills start droppin' and the haters start watchin',
The DJ starts spinnin', the panties get the droppin' -
For album number three, it goin' platinum's not an option,
I'm back with Cool & Dre a.k.a. the monsters
And I got one word for you motherfuckers -
COMPTON!

The whole world been waitin' on him,
Here I come, droptop Phantom,
I'm skatin' on 'em, look around,
All the bitch niggas hatin' on him,
Mad cause I'm Chronic 2008tin' on them,
Big cars, big wheels, big chains,
Big pimpin', big money, big
dreams,

You was wrong Momma shit i love you but im still smokin,
Dr.Dre started it and i finshed it, I mean (uhuh) picked up where the big homie lefted off.













Facebook = Morgan Hetchler
Nexopia = Your on it stupid
Msn = john---cena_fu@hotmail.com





















wake up move to the sky
Play the wicked shit and the dead will arrive
wake up move to the sky
Play the wicked shit and the dead will arrive

[Madrox]

Space and beyond, mind of a idiot
I stole your head stone from your grave plot
Conscious and confused,
See tomorrow's dreams on tonights news
BLOO BAH falling through a hole in the sky
Will I die?
And all the time I've applied with this life love and lies
Stepping in the darkness walking through my conscience
Like an android I remain heartless
Underground and middle know me well
Bring it to the white lights of the depths of hell
Walk through the time ??? hand in hand with clear minds
Thoughts are harmonious like the rhythm of wind chimes
Peel back the rind and examine the fruit
Run to the corpse buried in its best suit
Maggots crawling out its face
Eyes sunk in its head
Through your fucking arms up and rock the dead

Chorus

[Monoxide]
Screamin like Ah I cant even take it no more
Release the straps from my jacket and let me go
Ill medication got my whole body shaking
Planning escaping but they gon keep on chasing
I faceing off with world and the planet NIGGA HOE
Buried alive like real god dammit
It aint a living thing it's a no fuck wit it thing
Bring the pain, and ima leave with the rain
INSANE when I leave this bitch
I got the whole world screaming out YOU AINT SHIT
We be the wrong ones you can bet
I don't know why you hide your face, 'cause Im coming for your neck
Bad part, of your block
What you got? Should I cut your head off, on the spot
A whole pile a dead bodies Im on top
Me and my man rocking the dead like
UH NON STOP

Chorus

Got vision on you point blank range
Strange look coming
'cause Im in all black and I be rocking with the axe
Every day life how I'm living
Cemetery watch the grave digging
Sacrifice another victim
You can hear me screaming through the trees and the woods
Hang myself from a higher branch if I could
Gotta get em out Gotta get these thoughts outta my head
So I keep rocking the dead

[Madrox]
Some of my best friends are dead
If you include Monoxide, Violent J, Shaggy and Evil Ed
Serial Killers from the West and the East
Dead motherfuckers from here to Brake St.
Fuck it if you missing some limbs and patches of hair
Nod your bald head and through your nubs in the air
I wanna see zombies jump and scream a loud
And kill every live motherfucker in the crowd

Chorus Repeated

BANG! POW! BOOM!

(chorus) with a bang! say goodbye to everything
cause complete iniahlation is the reason he came
and a pow! he's whiping everything out, turn your whole fuckin world into a mushroom cloud
and a boom! it ur inevitible doom, nobody escapes and everybodies consumed
welcome to the dark carnivals super show, you're our specialy invited guests and i'll tell you what for
cause you're oue evilest pedifiles, racists and abusers
all together we got
fifty-thousand of you losers
you're about to witness an incredible sight
no ones ever lives to tell about it
and dont think u might
its about to rain flames
frames and brains to be blown into peices is the reason u came
racist bigigts wife beaters, judges and cowards all crowded together expecting a show and some dollars
but instead the shit you're gunna see
you're fearing in hell
it a concert explosion, seeing feelings u shall


(chorus) (x1)

in the deserts of navada
where nothin else matta, its the perfect place for you and your intestens to splata
and while bang! pow! boom! stedy stop u all out
you're in the hole for the nuclear fall out with the snakes and creapy freak
hotch and cotch and horney freaks
shaddy ladies evil ernies richy richs and charlie cheaps
bang pow boom! they say the show is the bomb
i heard its strait up explosives, some even call it napalm
nobody paddles back, it no kinda war
ts a one way exicution, blow u strait to hell through the floor
what u think you here for sound the alarm
ladies and gentleman eat shit and die, lets bring em on

(chorus) (x1)

the earth is sick of demented brains and thoughts, but here they are all together, every one of them caught
this is a celibration, in fact the carnivals cheering
its not to often bang pow boom! makes an aperence
and the winds in the sky will carry away with the ash
but for now lets enjoy, the big bang blast!

(chorus) (x12)

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