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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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