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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 f**ked 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 Kiss the clown Stop the bus Violent J comes out Barrels to your face And blow your f**king face off 'cause 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, 'cause 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 f**king 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 [Beverly Kills lyrics on http://www.elyricsworld.com]Sometimes I feel like I'm already in hell Throwing up children on Del Ray smell F**k those f**king f**ks, uh Rich f**ks, man, f**k those f**ks Beverly Hills is Beverly Kills I'm gonna bring ghetto carnival thrills Where's that other little rich little fag Looking for Brandon 'cause 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 f**ker! Back to the locker, boy oh boy oh Back to the locker, f**king stop that f**ker! Walking down the hall and I'm feeling like the shit 'cause 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 f**k, 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, 'cause 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 'cause 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 'cause one of Dylan's sideburns was sticking Oh shit, they chase me 'cause 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 'cause I'm a big fan And straight busted my face on the street And here come the police...ya know