ICP (Insane Clown Posse) - My Fun House lyrics

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Rich boy's in trouble

Car broke down on a drive through the ghetto

All the weird people, you gotta get the fuck out

Need to use the phone, step into my funhouse

Hey yo, dope, looks like we got another

He'd like to go for a ride on the neck cutter

Straight to the cart for the next spectacular

Just to know, it's a dead body sittin next to ya

Get ready for the carnival thrills

Should of kept your little faggot ass in the hills

Boom! through the door into the room, you gotta check it out

It's where we cut your fingers off and stick em in your mouth

That should show you that you greedy little rich fuck

If you're fucking with the juggla you're a dead duck

Eight fingers in your mouth and two sticking out your nose

Further down the hall, the room with jokeros

That's where you get by seventeen wicked clowns

For the seventeen dead bodies never found

And they jump on your back until your ribs crack

Toss you in the cart and push you down the deli tracks

Spinning and twisting, rolling and bumping

The dead fuck next to ya is trying to tell ya somethin

Listen close, you can barely make it out

"Bitch, you ain't shit in Violent J's funhouse"

"Help me, I'm trapped in here. Somebody let me out.

Oh my god!!! Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!"

Come here, rich boy

My head is spinning 360 degrees

Richie richie richie

Come here

Bitch, fuck you, yeah, know what I'm saying

Wicked clowns running the funhouse

Ain't no way to get out so just chill and get your neck cut like a man

Pick a card, any card, any motherfucking card

......The joker's card

Sorry, bitch, the luck of the draw

Violent J's gonna have to ice your jaw

Snap, bang, snip, boom

Send that motherfucker off to the next room

Crash through the doors on the windy spinny trail

Through a loop-de-loop and into a big nail

Straight through his left eye and out the back of his head

Is he dead?

No, guess you get to go to the next phase

It's the room of giggles because of your ways

You like to sit and laugh at people when they suffer

Well, now you sit and watch me laugh when I stick your mother

It's the funhouse, bitch, everything's funny

You act like ripping on your ass ain't funny

And the ride of your life only gets faster

All for the R-r-r-ringmaster

I take my bobo gun and blow your fuckin mouth in

Hey yo, the next room, it's called the chicken pen

And it's a little tribute to the bigots of the south

We take a dead chicken shove it in your mouth

And we stuff it down your throat with a pitchfork

Cuz you're a bigot, that's what you get for it

Now I take your sorry ass and I throw you out

Cuz I don't need your dead body stinkin up my funhouse (blip!)

Funhouse (blip!), stinkin up my funhaugh!

I got him, I got him, I got him

Right here, I got him

Oh, he got away

Come on, that way, get him

Little baby's peeing his pants

Come here little boy

I got some candy

Mommy ain't gonna help ya now, you little bitch

AHAHAHA!

Yeah, rich-ass, snitch-ass, bitch-ass ho

You get your motherfucking next chopped in Violent J's Fun House

So don't fuck with the wicked clowns, you punk-ass bitch

Come here, little boy

I have some candy for ya

I'll crack your head like Humpty Dumpty

Little boy, come out come out

Wherever you are

You're father's so funny

Look at the blood

I liked him

I like it

This little kiddy's getting his necked chopped off tonight

Oh, come here

Little richie, come here

Your mommy says for you to come with me

You're so scared

Why you shaking, little boy?

What's the matter, huh?

Awww, little richie's scared

Look at the blood

Awww, he's crying

BITCH!!!