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Once upon a time on a line of the train to the burbs, began a tour of sorts of the insanely disturbedHome to psychos, where the guiltiest types go, filthy rich white folks who's kids like cokeThere was a spooky guy Tom, perusin' Mein Kampf, human time bomb collectin' severed Jewish guy's armsHis daughter was cutie pie, "Aww, it's little Susy!", savin' up her babysittin' funds to get an UziThe pregnant floozey on the couch, oh that's Mrs. Tom, riffin' on some coke fuck though the baby isn't Tom'sAnd Mr. Johns down the block don't need another son, let alone to have the bitch's husband come clutchin' gunsPlus it's fun to come inside your neighbor's wife with your favorite knife at her throat threatenin' to take her lifePlus it's still so much I haven't told about the place I like to call, home sweet home, my very own freakshowStep right up! Welcome to the freakshow. Boys and girls of all ages if you like smutWe got pedophiles, rapists, cannibals and racists, perverts who have sex with animals and sadistsRight this way, feast your eyes on this Indecency of all types for all the little kidsWe got fathers beatin' mothers, sisters sleep with brothers. Secret undercover it looks peaceful in the suburbsMovin' right along in my psycho song we have the next agenda, the perverts and the clergymen and other sex offendersNot the least of which on display, are the dad's who like their little girl's in lingerie on paradeYou got your pedophiles who aren't gay, favorite meal, "Send a child without grass on the playing field (PLAYBALL!!!)"Well in apartment A is one such guy that's starved for days, and he wants the legs of Jon Benet Ramsey on his plateThere's a guy who takes dogs on dates, if you get my drift, and he ain't got the worst idea for how to wet his dickWhen the local mortician's on some necro shit, and he sticks his short dick in, in between some legs that stiffWhat gets me is the way they choose to spill milk, when you could screw some built m.i.l.f.'s in a new silk quiltStep right up! Welcome to the freakshow. Boys and girls of all ages if you like smutWe got pedophiles, rapists, cannibals and racists, perverts who have sex with animals and sadistsRight this way, feast your eyes on this. Indecency of all types for all the little kidsWe got fathers beatin' mothers, sisters sleep with brothers. Secret undercover it looks peaceful in the suburbsLetras de cancionesLast but not least, this exhibit probably is the sickest, worse than any inner city niggas with some biscuitsYou know the cats I'm speakin' of, the type that like to eat you up and make a sandwich out of human meat for lunchWell there's this guy around the corner, who moved from California, cause bodies rot quicker when it's warmerAnd his former wife was so delicious out of her dress, in an hour or less, he devoured her flesh without no regretsThen he moved out of the west to a sty that's much worse, a slaughterhouse out in a Long Island suburbHe was a low-life with no wife and if his picket fence wasn't so high, you'd see his back yard was filled with old bikesAnd if the cops weren't so blind and empty, they probably woulda picked up on where he'd last been seenBlood-soaked renting a truck from Penske, To dispose of abducted kids bones and ten-speedsStep right up! Welcome to the freakshow. Boys and girls of all ages if you like smutWe got pedophiles, rapists, cannibals and racists, perverts who have sex with animals and sadistsRight this way, feast your eyes on this. Indecency of all types for all the little kidsWe got fathers beatin' mothers, sisters sleep with brothers. Secret undercover it looks peaceful in the suburbs From Letras Mania