Beverly Kills 5 lyrics

"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 muthafucking nuts hang?
But do you care?

Juggalos, come out to play...

Guess who's coming to your big town?
Jugglin jesters, kick-it clown
Circus sound, painted frown
Carnival of carnage creeping round
I'm Violent J and I'm sick
They try to run me down
But you know I'm too slick
And I slip and slide like a slinky
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

[with Esham]

[answering machine]
(beep) Then you know what you can do
You can be a couple of pleasers
And take some tweazers
And bust every hair on my nutsack
Paste em to your back
Then jump on the E-Track
And suck my dick exactly where it's at....HO
(beep)

[old record plays]
Jay fuzz the clown
Jay fuzz the clown
Jay fuzz the clown

[low voice repeats]
Juggles
Juggles
Juggles
Juggles (x2)

I'm Violent J
I breath toxic fumes and throw my lungs up
all over your brand new patten-leather penny loafers
You fuck!

I'm 2dope
I got sick ass sewer sludge stuck in my throat
And I live in a big pipe on Sog Island
So stop by and have a bowl of rust, you fucking bitch-ass faggot

Faggot, you bitch ass faggot
I'm in the south-west detroit, Del-ray
In a city, ghetto street-gang

No man get the fuck away from my store man
You make it look bad
Get the fuck outta here
What the fuck, get the fuck outta here you bum
Ain't nobody gonna tell me where I can sleep shit
Fuck him I'm finna sleep here it's better here anyway
I'm cold, rich people ain't cold
Shit they got money and they warm
I'm cold and broke
As a joker, clown
I'm out here makin people laugh
Rich people laugh

The stalker
Yeah
The stalker
I'm gonna stalk this hoochie
I'm gonna stalk this hoochie

So I'm gripping this old peice of shit, right?
Here's this smoochie poo at the stop light
Ahem, how's about a date?
Two tickets for the circus, pick you up at 8
[girl]
Fuck no, you're a loser
[Violent J]
Yeah, but I'll stick my boot up your ass
Heh heh, but I ain't nagging