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Song:3 Rings
Album:Fuck OffGenres:Urban
Year:2010 Length:282 sec

Lyrics:

Is this on?
Gather 'round, my wealthy friends
And endure the horrifying sights
Only your worst nightmares can produce
Actual human beings of a deformed nature
Come at once and come and indulge yourself
In our twisted amusement of another's misfortune
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, enter our three ring show of freaks
Ring one, a-dung, a-dung, dung
My name's Violent J and I staple my tongue
To the desk in school, then I run down the hall
Scaring the shit out of y'all bitches
Which is why you don't invite mine to your parties
Just 'cause I don't look like everybody
I guess you're just a bunch of hot shots
They act like they ain't never seen a Cyclops
And what's the big deal about my neck
Just because now and then I like to let it stretch
Up a couple feet to get a better sight
Is that any reason to scream and run in fright
No, so, what's up with that?
So what if I got another arm growing out of my back
I guess I'm just another freak show thing
And now they got me in the three ring
Three ring, a-ding, a-ding, a-ding
People love to point and stare
Three ring, a-ding, a-ding, a-ding
It's the same as everywhere
Three ring, a-ding, a-ding, a-ding
People love to point and stare
Three ring, a-ding, a-ding, a-ding
It's the same as everywhere
Ring two, how do you do?
I'm Shaggy 2 Dope, chicken-faced bitch (who?)
You don't try to front, ho
Try to play me out just 'cause I'm an albino
Or maybe it's the sack growing out my neck
But don't jet baby, heh, not yet
I'm popping in like a pound of lead
Black and blue, his next roll and drop me on my head
Oh shit, I knew I had to fuck up my circuits
'Cause when I was two, my momma left me at a circus
Abandoned at the carnival with the freak shows
Like a bad boy, hermaphrodites and old man crow
But then I escaped to the ghetto zone
Started a crew of my own, motherfucker, I'm not alone
So don't be sticking your finger in my face, stank
Or your stomach might receive a shank from the three ring, freak
Three ring, a-ding, a-ding, a-ding
People love to point and stare
Three ring, a-ding, a-ding, a-ding
It's the same as everywhere
Three ring, a-ding, a-ding, a-ding
People love to point and stare
Three ring, a-ding, a-ding, a-ding
It's the same as everywhere
I certainly hope you're enjoying yourselves
Here at our three ring exhibit
But to be honest, I really don't see
What's do fucking funny about it
These fucking people are real
Ring three, the ICP
Look if you want, but I wouldn't lay a hand on me
That's how you get fucked up
We'll squeeze your windpipe shut
Yo, I'm a nerd word, I drink Thunderbird
I chill with my homies on crack house curb
Nobody wanna hang with a freak
Who's clinically dead with no heart beat
Fuck that, bitch, suck that
I was born with a wang, but I never had a nut sac
Just two balls hanging with no protection so
I move real careful and slow
You can call me a weirdo, call me a freak
Just 'cause my nose curl up like the iron shriek
Is that the reason nobody wanna hang?
Fuck it, I chill with the three rings
Three ring, a-ding, a-ding, a-ding
People love to point and stare
Three ring, a-ding, a-ding, a-ding
It's the same as everywhere
Three ring, a-ding, a-ding, a-ding
People love to point and stare
Three ring, a-ding, a-ding, a-ding
It's the same as everywhere
Well, that it, I hope you're satisfied (three ring, a-ding, a-ding, a-ding)
I hope you had a good time
You fucking heartless bastards (three ring, a-ding, a-ding, a-ding)
You saw what you wanted
So grab your fucking kids (three ring, a-ding, a-ding, a-ding)
And that fat flop of a shit wife of yours
And get the fuck out of our circus tent
You cold-hearted sons of bitches (three ring, a-ding, a-ding, a-ding)
You think they look fucked up
Just wait 'til I kick your fucking lips in a couple times
You'll be sitting up here like a bitch (three ring, a-ding, a-ding, a-ding)
And we'll be laughing at your folded ass
They'll call you lumpy after I done out knots (three ring, a-ding, a-ding, a-ding)
All over your fucking forehead, yeah
Hey, hey little boy, come here (three ring, a-ding, a-ding, a-ding)
How'd you like it if I tied your neck in a knot?
You fucking little bitch
Come here, I'll shove that fucking corn dog up your ass (three ring, a-ding, a-ding, a-ding)
Get the fuck out of here
Show's fucking over
Get the fuck out of here
You fucking heartless bastards




 

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