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My fun house
Rich boys in trouble
Car broke down on a drive through the ghetto
All the weird people you gotta get the f**k out
Need to use the phone step into my funhouse
Hey yo d**e looks like we got another
Hed like to go for a ride on the neck cutter
Straight to the cart for the next spectacular
Just to know its a dead body sittin next to ya
Get ready for the carnival thrills
Should of cut your little faggot a** in the hills
Boom through the door into the room you gotta check it out
Its where we cut your fingers off and stick em in your mouth
That should show you that you greedy little rich f**k if youre bucking with
The juggla youre a dead duck
Eight fingers in your mouth and two sticking out your nose
Further down the hall the room with jokeros
Thats where you get by seventeen wicked clowns
For the seventeen dead bodies never found
And they jump on your back until your ribs crack
Toss you in the cart and push you down the deli tracks
Spinning and twisting rolling and bumping
The dead f**k next to ya is trying to tell ya somethin
Listen close you can barely make it out
B**ch you aint sh*t in my electric funhouse
Help me Im trapped in here somebody let me out
Oh my god aaaaaaahhhhhh
Come here rich boy
My head is spinning 360 degrees
Richie richie richie
Come here
B**ch f**k you yeah know what Im saying
Wicked clowns running the funhouse
Aint no way to get out until the killer gets your neck cut like a man
Pick a card any card any motherf**king card
A jokers card
Sorry b**ch the luck of the draw
Violent js gonna have to ice your jaw
Snap bang snip boom
Send that motherf**ker 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 his left eye and out the back of his head
Is he dead
No cause he has to go to the next phase
Its 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
Its the funhouse b**ch everythings funny
You act like whipping on your a** aint 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 f**kin mouth in
Eh yo the next room its called the chicken pen
And its 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 youre a big gut thats what you get for it
Now I take your sorry a** and I throw you out
Cuz I dont need your dead body stinkin up my funhouse
Funhouse stinkin up my funhaugh
I got him I got him I got him
Right here I got him
Oh he got away
Come on that way get him
Little babys peeing his pants
Come here little boy
I got some candy
Mommy aint gonna help ya know you little b**ch
Yeah rich-a** snitch-a** b**ch-a** ho
You get your motherf**king next chopped in violent js fun house
So dont f**k with the wicked clowns you punk-a** b**ch
Come here little boy
I have some candy for ya
I crack your head in a dlt
Little boy come out come out
Wherever you are
Youre fathers so funny
Look at the blood
I liked him
I like it
This little kiddys getting his necked chopped off tonight
Oh come here
Little richie come here
Your mommy says for you to come with me
Youre so scared
Why you shaking little boy
Whats the matter huh
Look at the blood
B**ch
