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(Violent J)
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I was never popular, this I'll admit, fuck school never liked me, Goo!
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All the kids would always beat me, until I'm half-dead
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Make fun of the size of my forehead
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But that shit never bothered me, Mama and Mother
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They had a lot of property
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They had a science lab in the basement
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And that's where my free ti...well, my time was spent
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I made a mouse with a chicken head
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It clucked three times: CLUCK, CLUCK, CLUCK!
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And then it was dead
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I made a lot of things though, like a frog with a turkey neck
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gobblegobblegobble, it was the shit (yeah)
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But I'm still lonely, I need a homie
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So I collected limbs and made a zombie
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I could've made a girlie friend
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But fuck that, I got my girlie right here...yeah!
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(Chorus)
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You can call me Mad Professor
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I will make a friend for me
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You can call me Mad Professor
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We will rule eternity
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<Dialogue between Violent J and a bitch>
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(Violent J)
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I used so many body parts it was crazy
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I killed a whole bunch of mother fuckers , like what, eighty?
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They all chipped in on my special friend
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Everything helps, Even if you got a finger to lend, come on
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I hear the other children playing outside
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"Keep it down you little bitches, I'll skin your fucking hides!"
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?Stressful?, this part is wack
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Some how I gots to attach this nut sack
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Shit! Fuck! I'm sawing off an elbow
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Looking at the meter I'm like ?Quasar and Ziphalo?
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Or better yet look out the fucking window
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I see a storms coming, almost time to roll
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Screw the head on, come on, come on
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It's the thuggish, ruggish, bone
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Okay it's time, hit the switch, turn it up a hert
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Fuck! Shit! Didn't work
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(Chorus)
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<Dialogue between Violent J and a wrecker serviceman>
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It wasn't always easy (Hell no!) let me tell ya
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But fuck that, cause I ain't no failure
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I put the shit with the ?things? and this with that
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Wait a minute...(brrrt) did you hear that?
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It's alive! I just gotta wake it up
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Hand me that ?rocky rye? pour it in a cup
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It will do exactly...hold up, pause
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I ain't cleaning his draws man, fuck that
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Get him fat, get him ready, it's almost time
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Paint his ugly face up just like mine
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I see him twitching, I'm on a roll
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He can help me tell the whole world about the carnival
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Turn the hertz all the way up for this shit
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And just wait for that lightning bolt to hit
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Did it work? You make the call
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Shaggy? (What up, y'all!)
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(Chorus) 3X
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Mad Professor
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| Insane Clown Posse |
