Ring
Hello? 
Neckcutta
Pardon? 
Neckcutta
Who is this? 
Neckcutta
Who do you wish to speak with? 
Your neck
What? 
Neckcutta, neckcutta, neckcutta, neckcutta, neck...cutta

Little miss muffet, oh, she never had a clue
Of the psychopathic wicked clown is finna do
Creeping through the backyards underneath the moon
Only three blocks away, the joker looney toon

Listen to the loon, listen to the pain
Listen to the one they call the violent j insane
Watch me as I duck and I dash through the night
I can see the shadows of the moon in my butcher knife

Pretty little world has created this monster
See me living with a dead body in a dumpster
Laughing in your castle but I can't crush your moat
But then I take a boat and cut your fucking throat

So now I'm getting closer so I crawl under a house
I'm waiting for the car to pass and then I crawl back out
Another block down just a little ways to go...
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You tried to stop me, remember? 
You tried to deface your own creation
But I stopped you
Did it hurt, did you feel pain? 

Guess it all began when the bullet finally struck
And I walked away harmless, it must of been good luck
Or maybe I'm dead, I'm sorry but you're dead
Maybe I outta go anyway

Strange things have happened since this day accord
A can hear a cold whisper in my every word
It's telling me I'm dead, I'm sorry but you're dead (no)
Maybe I outta go anyway

I'm feeling so stiff as I walk out the house
My tongue's so dry, think it's rotting in my mouth
Oh, tell me am I dead? I'm sorry but you're dead (it hurts)
Life goes on for some
My boys all stare at me I wonder what they think
They don't blink and my teeth keep popping out I stink
Oh, tell me am I dead? I'm sorry but you're dead
I don't wanna die, maybe I outta go if I'm dead

My soul is so heavy that it draws me to the floor
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Well, I'm heading down a southern trail, I'm going chicken huntin'
Chopping redneck chicken necks I ain't saying nothing
To the hillbilly stuck my barrel in his eye
Boomshacka boomshacka hair jumps in the sky
Why I never liked chicken pot pie? 
Or the chopped chicken on rye? 
So tell mr. billy bob I'm a cut his neck up
Slice, poke, chop chop, stab, cut
What can you do with the drunken hillbilly
Cut his fucking eyes out and feed em to his aunt milly
Willy willy chicken neck, chicken hunting gotta love it
Hit him with the twelve gauge bucket, chicken nuggets
Laid out all over the grass
Then his little hound dog will 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 (3x)
Sittin front row at the chicken show so...

Who's going chicken huntin, we's goin' chicken huntin' (3x)
Cut a motherfucking chicken up, right!

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Inner city posse got the dog beats icp, we got the dog beats
No, you don't stop with the funk from the old days
Startin on your head as the beat plays
Yo, the icp has got the dog beats
Inner city posse and we playin for keeps
And I know that you likin this funk
Cuz I can hear my voice comin out the trunk
Of your ride, don't take me for a sucker
You leave it unattended I'm a take the mother
Two to the do, to the ope
Hitting 03 with the icp
I like bass treble and the temp stuff
Throw, kick it in the back of a seventy bus
With that 40 oz, or that strong bull
Shooting craps in the back of the liquor store
And I'm hitting and we'll keep it at that
You out, joe, no, I'm too dope for that
Rollin and I'm headed for the clark park
Just finished shootin 8 with the dark shark
Seen the freak with the bright weight tank top
Keep rolling cuz I know I'll see my bank drop
Homeboy, if you wanna keep your riches
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Waking up to a little baby crying
Mom's yelling cuz pop's got his fists flying
It's nine in the morning and he's drunk
One day, I feel that I'm gonna shoot that punk
My bitch laying next to me in the bed
I honestly don't give a fuck if the ho is dead
The only honor in my life is my rag
Without it, zip me up in a body bag
Grab my brother's unloaded forty-four
Take the money-back bottles and head for the store
My neighborhood your life is a dare
Cuz there's factories pumping out black air
And I'm breathing this shit everyday
Living crazy, cuz I'm dying anyway
I see this tramp hangin under the bridge
I tell her go home and watch her kids
You listen to them cry and sob
Take your sorry ass and find a motherfucking job
See my homies hanging at the liquor store
40s in the catch, dice rollin on the floor
They say my friends'll never be any good
But the president wouldn't of been shit
If he was raised in my neighborhood
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They got uzis, they got shotguns, they got explosives
They got access to any kind of weapon they want within 24 hours
We got over 50,000 gangbangers out there
Violent j serving ghetto hard street shit
You know it's potent when the funky-ass beat hit
Rolling the dice and we's hittin' point
Icp out of southwest detroit
Running with a gang of 20 street hoods
Hookers on my back cuz I'm selling them cheap goods
Looking through the motherfucking alleyway
They can't catch violent crazy-ass psychopath j
But I guess I wasn't so crazy this time
Now I'm chillin in the back of car 49
Yes, rhyme grippin that metal
They put a man on the moon, but can't do shit for the ghetto
I look at all that and it makes me sick
I wanna grab them motherfuckers make em swallow a brick
So I grab anybody I can find
Beat a fiend in the head with a goddamn stop sign
Flex one of us and I'm a find you
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Yeah, yeah, then you know what you can do
You can be a couple of pleasers
And take some tweezers
And bust every hair off my nutsac
Paste em to your back
Then jump on the e track
And suck my dick exactly where's it at, ho

Juggalos... (repeat)

Hey, hey, it's the wicked jokers
And we coming to the valley and to smoke ya (choke ya)
Kick the clown in the forehead
And I'm jugglin jugglin your head (jed)
You big fat redneck money-ass hick
I'm a city slicker
And I'm coming to getcha, hit ya
And the carnivals gonna get with ya
Oh, I might as well mention
That I come from another dimension
You never seen nothing like this, boy
Magic acts of pain and joy
Keystone come and try to get me
But I pack a french curler with me
Ha, and the officer let me off quick
Here's a dunkin double dip, you fat piece of shit
Heh, picture that (that)
Packin' a magic wand and a top hat
Cuz some gotta stop
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The stalker
Yeah, the stalker
I'm gonna stalk this hoochie (repeat)

So I'm grippin' this old piece of shit, right
Here's this smoochie-poo at the stop light
How's about date? 
2 tickets for the circus, pick ya up at 8
Fuck no, you're loser
Yeah, but I'll stick my boot up your ass
But I ain't naggin'
To the next light in my pink volkswagon
Oh, excuse me ho, I'm violent j act like ya know
Violent j the country singer? 
No, violent j the southwest gangstaro
And the bitch was gone (awww)
And I followed her home (aaahhh!)
Cause I got it goin on (hooo!)
And I'm in the haugh (yup)
Parked in a spot good enough to hawk her
Things you do when you's a stalker

So what happened? 
Well I really don't like to talk
About it but he ruined my life
I mean he was everywhere, everywhere I went

The stalker
I think that ditso likes me, yeah
She tells you to fuck off with such class
I think that ditso likes me
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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
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Why must my visions be so clear
The truth, the truth, I've got work to do

I got shot with a buck shot, shot me down
But you know you can't paint a frown on a clown
Sewer gutter blood runs through my system
Death stopped by but I must have just missed him
Am I in a southwest street gang? 
Do I bang, do I slang, do I let my motherfuckin' nuts hang? 
But do you care
I got stabbed in the eye and you wadn't no where
And what about the time I got fucked
When I got shot in the throat...fuckin' sucked
But you news wouldn't know me
You could give a fuck less never the less unless
Something happened in your suburbs
I'm a cut your daddy's neck, you little fuckin' nerd
I don't give a fuck where you're from boy
So don't tell me cuz I don't give a fuck
It's all about what's going on in your head
Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead

Seventeen dead, it don't bother you (3x)
Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead
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