ICP (Insane Clown Posse) - Wax Museum lyrics

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Greetings.

Welcome to the gypsy of fortunes

Your coin was very much appreciated

And now I shall grant you your future

It seems my cards of tarot have dealt you a very odd hand

A hand of six jokers card, this is very rare

And suggest something neusant is approaching

You should be visited by a dark circus

A circus that holds pain and anguish

This travelling mass of evil will leave your lifeless corpse to rot

While entrapping your soul to be displayed at future stops

Oh yes, you must also be aware that it is your own evil doings

That have brought about this dreaded carnival's visit

All of the sins and hatred you have cast during your life

Have whipped and spun into form, the form of one

One who leads this gruesome parade of pain into your life

One sinister beast, one known only as RINGMASTER

Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the museum, the wax museum

Thousands of dead souls covered in wax

All of the rare exhibits you are about to encounter

Are strange and wonderous creations of the one and the only

Leader of them all

So both dead and undead please welcome the R-r-r-ringmaster

"Purpose, question, kill"

The ICP is of the Ringmaster

And the Ringmaster's of the attutes of mankind

G-ya, motherfucker, now you gotta face your worst enemy

And that's yourself

Every wicked thing you've ever done

Has come back now

And it's gonna whip your little ass, bitchboy

Us, we're just clowns

We just work for the Ringmaster

With the wave of his magic wand

I step forward, wind back

And swing this battle axe

Upside your motherfucking head

Hoooo!!!

So step right up cause the R-r-r-ringmaster

Takes you on the ride of your life

Horror and fear, smiles and tears

And oh everso over do

The Ringmaster rises up and lifts across the sky

Through the forest and down the river

Along the valley, over the hill

And down the trail and up the sidewalk

Only to surprise you and yours

At your very front door

Let's go, motherfuckers!!!