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Coulrophobia
Somebody told me The Juggla ain't a real thing.
But I was Psychopathic, put their Guts On The Ceiling.
My First Day Out was with a Red Neck Hoe.
It was the Night Of The Axe in this Ghetto Freak Show.
Who Asked You into My Funhouse.
This one's For The Maggots on the Murder Go Round.
I'm going Chicken Huntin' for The Dead One.
Found Mr. Johnson's Head in a Wax Museum.
Dead Body Man and Cemetary Girl boned.
The Show Must Go On, but I'm Coming Home.
12 of the 3 Rings, and the Riddle Box revealed.
They say The Joker's Wild in The Killing Fields.
Not even close.
Not even close.
Not even close.
To Juggalo.
Had Faygo in my eyes.
And hatchets in my brain.
A clown just ate my heart.
I am insanity.
Had Faygo in my eyes.
And hatchets in my brain.
A clown just ate my heart.
I am insanity.
I hear the Great Milenko called me a Piggie Pie.
Can feel that Southwest Voodoo, Just Like That, it Passed Me By.
I'm Down With The Clown Underneath The Moon.
In that House Of Horrors, Halls Of Illusion.
You can call me Mad Professor, Bring It On, I Want My Shit.
Fuck The World and Play With Me, I Stab People, Bitches.
It seems there's Nothing's Left, so EveryBody Rize.
There's Terrible Assassins on the Echo Side.
Welcome To The Show, now Get Ya Wicked On.
What's up Birthday Bitches, Blaaam!!!
It Rains Diamonds.
Walk Into The Light, Hell's Forecast is the thing.
In The Raven's Mirror, Thy Unveiling.
The Wraith will sing.
Not even close.
Not even close.
Not even close.
To Juggalo.
Had Faygo in my eyes.
And hatchets in my brain.
A clown just ate my heart.
I am insanity.
Had Faygo in my eyes.
And hatchets in my brain.
A clown just ate my heart.
I am insanity.
Not even close.
Not even close.
Not even close.
To Juggalo.
Had Faygo in my eyes.
And hatchets in my brain.
A clown just ate my heart.
I am insanity.
Had Faygo in my eyes.
And hatchets in my brain.
A clown just ate my heart.
I am insanity.
But I was Psychopathic, put their Guts On The Ceiling.
My First Day Out was with a Red Neck Hoe.
It was the Night Of The Axe in this Ghetto Freak Show.
Who Asked You into My Funhouse.
This one's For The Maggots on the Murder Go Round.
I'm going Chicken Huntin' for The Dead One.
Found Mr. Johnson's Head in a Wax Museum.
Dead Body Man and Cemetary Girl boned.
The Show Must Go On, but I'm Coming Home.
12 of the 3 Rings, and the Riddle Box revealed.
They say The Joker's Wild in The Killing Fields.
Not even close.
Not even close.
Not even close.
To Juggalo.
Had Faygo in my eyes.
And hatchets in my brain.
A clown just ate my heart.
I am insanity.
Had Faygo in my eyes.
And hatchets in my brain.
A clown just ate my heart.
I am insanity.
I hear the Great Milenko called me a Piggie Pie.
Can feel that Southwest Voodoo, Just Like That, it Passed Me By.
I'm Down With The Clown Underneath The Moon.
In that House Of Horrors, Halls Of Illusion.
You can call me Mad Professor, Bring It On, I Want My Shit.
Fuck The World and Play With Me, I Stab People, Bitches.
It seems there's Nothing's Left, so EveryBody Rize.
There's Terrible Assassins on the Echo Side.
Welcome To The Show, now Get Ya Wicked On.
What's up Birthday Bitches, Blaaam!!!
It Rains Diamonds.
Walk Into The Light, Hell's Forecast is the thing.
In The Raven's Mirror, Thy Unveiling.
The Wraith will sing.
Not even close.
Not even close.
Not even close.
To Juggalo.
Had Faygo in my eyes.
And hatchets in my brain.
A clown just ate my heart.
I am insanity.
Had Faygo in my eyes.
And hatchets in my brain.
A clown just ate my heart.
I am insanity.
Not even close.
Not even close.
Not even close.
To Juggalo.
Had Faygo in my eyes.
And hatchets in my brain.
A clown just ate my heart.
I am insanity.
Had Faygo in my eyes.
And hatchets in my brain.
A clown just ate my heart.
I am insanity.
Published 7th Apr 2018
Author's Note
Written to the tune of Victory by Megadeth, and with the same idea for the lyrics.
Only the lyrics use songs by the Insane Clown Posse.
Coulrophobia is the fear of clowns.
Only the lyrics use songs by the Insane Clown Posse.
Coulrophobia is the fear of clowns.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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7th Apr 2018 5:29pm
i can just imagine the thrashy icp fueled dischord . Great write cinder
7th Apr 2018 5:53pm
