ICP (Insane Clown Posse) - Beverly Kills lyrics

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Jugglers, come out to play...

Guess who's coming to your big town

Jugglin' jesters, kick-it clowns

Circus sound, painted frown

Carnival of carnage creeping round

I'm Violent J and I'm sick

They try to run me down but ya know I'm too slick

And I slip and slide like a slinkie

Slip and slide with my twinkie

Welcome to my world as it winds and it twists

I'm a kick a funky little rhyme that you missed

Boloo-chewy-wuwwy-do-boo

And you'd be fucked up if that was really voodoo

Come see the one at the show of your life

See me breathe fire and swallow a knife, right

I ain't swallowing nothing, Jack

But I can juggalo like you never thought you'd ever know

And we packin' that funk

With a snap and a clap and a jump jump

So chicky chicky freak if ya wanna be down

Step on up, ah...and kiss the clown

And kiss the clown

Kiss the clown

Kiss the clown

Step on up and kiss the clown

Stop the bus

Violent J comes out

Barrels to your face

And blow your fucking face off

Cuz ya know my mind is golden oh

Happen to catch me a Beverly show

Body fell asleep but my mind goes on

Welcome to the world of juggla's dome

First day I enrolled at the high school

Butt-naked with an axe, "Wow, he's so cool"

"Stand up and say your name. Tell us about yourself"

My name's 2 Dope and I cut necks all to hell

Dylan, Dylan, I'm trying to find Dylan

I'm finna cut his throat with a carny carny killin'

Rich boy never seen a ghetto jokero

Slap you in the head with a sledgehammo

Sorry Dylan didn't mean to knock ya

Then I stuffed his dead body in my locker

To the next class don't wanna be late

Finna ask Brenda on a little date

I heard this bitch likes to fight in clubs

Took her to a Might Max threw a pair of gloves

Wants to get her ass beat by a fat dyke

And left the money-ass bitch there for the night

Woke her in the morning, threw her in the trunk

Threw her in the tub, cuz the dumb bitch stunk

How you doing Brenda, mind if I bend ya

Over rover, do me like Dundy

I'm sure ya'd like that, ya little skank

And when I finished, I stuffed the fucking head in the fish tank

Back to the school, fat bitch in the locker

Couldn't fit her booty in, so I cut her booty out

Sometimes I feel like I'm already in hell

Throwing up children on Del Ray smell

Fuck those fucking fucks, uh

Rich fucks, man, fuck those fucks

Beverly Hills is Beverly Kills

I'm gonna bring ghetto carnival thrills

Where's that other little rich little fag

Looking for Brandon cuz we can't stand him

I know my boys make the bass go boom

But shhh, you can hear jacking off in the boys room

"Aww, aww, Dylan. I want your anus. Aww, you're so

hot."

Kicked in the stall then I kicked in his jaw

Kicked him in face and kicked in his balls

Punk tried to run but he couldn't try to wobble

Bust him in the head with an empty Faygo bottle

Took him to the staircase, jumped on his face

Road him down the bumpy chase

Can I hear him breathe one last note

Stuffed his back down his throat

Back to the locker, boy oh boy oh

Back to the locker, stop that fucker!

Back to the locker, boy oh boy oh

Back to the locker, fucking stop that fucker!

Walking down the hall and I'm feeling like the shit

Cuz all that's left is one skank ass bitch

Kelly, Kelly, your neden's kinda smelly

Funk down your legs and up to your belly

But I'm with Del Ray, so fuck, don't fade me

Let me him man, you're finna kick the can

"Come on, bitch, man. You're getting ready to die

anyway.

Bitch, calm down. Let me get a little putang,

Ya know what I'm saying.

Let me get a little trimp, bitch. You finna die."

Okay, cuz I'm not a raper

But ya still make morning paper

Kelly found dead in her bathroom

Nah, Kelly found dead in her dad's room

No, Kelly found dead in her backyard

Cuz Kelly choked on a Joker's Card

Smashed up bodies chilling in my locker

Kelly wouldn't fit, chop-chop-chop-chop her

Oh no, principal know what I'm about

Cuz one of Dylan's sideburns was sticking out

Oh shit, they chase me cuz they found the bodies

Now I run my ass off, he-ho he-ho

Yelling, getting mad, you can hear them cuss

Didn't look both ways and got hit by bus

Crunched up under, tangled in the wheels

Spit me out the muffler, ya know how that feels

Lost both my legs so I'm running on my hands

Then I seen Prince so I clap cuz I'm a big fan

And straight busted my face on the street

And here come the police...ya know