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"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 Letras de cancionesThat'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!! From Letras Mania