歌曲 | Ghetto Freak Show |
歌手 | Insane Clown Posse |
专辑 | Carnival Of Carnage |
下载 | 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 |