Songtext My fun house Insane Clown Posse

My fun house

"We found his car abandoned in front of a strange looking house on Detroit Southwest side, miss."
"Oh...I told him never to go there..."
"Hey! Come over here for a minute!"
"Yeah, uh, she's pretty hysterical right now, uh..."
"Well, have you tried fondling her breasts?"
"Well no...no I haven't."
"Well, give it a try."
"There, there, miss...does this make you feel any better?"
*moaning*
"Well okay then..."
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 death spectacular
Just ignore the dead body sittin' next to ya
Get ready for the carnival thrills
Shoulda 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 bucking 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 beat by seventeen wicked clowns
For the seventeen dead bodies never found
And they jump on your back till your ribs crack
Toss you in the cart and push you down the deadly tracks
Spinning and twisting, rolling and bumping
The dead fuck next to ya's trying to tell ya somethin'
Listen close, you can barely make it out
"Bitch, you ain't shit in Violent J's funhaughh."

"Help me, I'm trapped in here. Somebody let me out. Oh my god!!! Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!"

"Bitch, fuck you, yeah, know what I'm saying. Wicked clowns running the funhouse. Ain't no way to get out until the killer gets your neck cut like a man."

Pick a card, any card, any motherfucking card
"A joker's card!"
Sorry, bitch, the luck of the draw
Violent J's gonna have to ice your jaw
Smack! 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 your left eye and out the back of his head
"Is he dead?"
No, cause he gets 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 whipping on your ass ain't funny
And the ride of your life only gets faster
Off to 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
And now I take your sorry ass and I throw you out
Cuz I don't need your dead body stinkin' up my Funhouse
Funhouse
Stinkin' up my Funhaughh

Yeah, rich-ass, bitch-ass, snitch-ass ho! You'll get your mothafuckin' neck chopped in Violent J's funhouse. So don't fuck with the wicked clowns you punk ass bitch!!