~Rrrinnnggg~
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"Hello?"
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"You have a collect call from 'Fukoff'. Please answer the following
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question 'yes' or 'no'."
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"Will you pay for the call?"
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"Is this on?
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Gather round my wealthy friends,
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And endure the horrifying sights
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Only your worst nightmares could produce.
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Actual human beings of a deformed nature.
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Come at once, and come and endulge yourself
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In our own twisted amusement of another's misfortune.
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Yes, ladies and gentlemen.
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Enter our 3 ring show of freaks!"
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Ring one, a-dung-a-dung-dung.
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My name's Violent J and I staple my tongue
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To the desk in school, then I run down the hall.
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Scarin the shit outta all of yall bitches!
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Which is why you don't invite mine to your party
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Just cuz I don't look like everybody.
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I guess you're just a bunch of rich boys.
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Bitch boys. Scary. Blblbblah!
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And what's the big deal about my neck.
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Just because now and then I like to let it stretch up
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A couple feet to get a better sight.
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Is that any reason to scream and run in fright?
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No! So, now how ya gon' act?
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So what if I got another arm growin' outta my back.
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I guess I'm just another freak show thing
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And now they got me in the 3 rings.
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(chorus):
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3 ring. A ding a ding ding. People love to point and stare.
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3 ring. A ding a ding ding. It's the same as everywhere.
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(End Chorus)
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(chorus)
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Ring two! How do ya do? I'm Shaggy 2-dope.
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Chicken-faced bitch! (Who?)
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You don't try to front hoe.
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Try to play me out just cuz I'm runnin wit the side show.
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So maybe there's the leg growin out my neck.
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But, don't jet baby, huh, not yet.
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Popped out the neden like a pound of lead.
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Doctor blew his back, rolled and dropped me on my head.
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Oh shit! I knew it had to fuck up my circuits.
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Cuz, when I was 2, my momma left me at the circus.
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Abandoned at the carnival, with the freak shows
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Like Bat-boy, Hermaphrodite, and Old Man Crow.
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But then I escaped to the ghetto zone.
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Started a crew of my own mutha fucka, I'm not alone.
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So don't be stickin' your finger in my face stank.
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Or your stomach might recieve a shank from the 3 rings. FREAK
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(chorus)
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(chorus)
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"I certainly hope you're enjoying yourselves, here, at our 3 ring
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exhibit. But,
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to be honest, I
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really don't see what's so fuckin' funny about it. These fuckin' people
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are
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real!"
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"Ring 3, The ICP! Look if you want,
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But I wouldn't lay a hand on me.
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That's how you get fucked up.
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We'll squeeze your windpipe's shut."
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Yo! I'm a nerd, word. I drink Thunderbird.
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Half-snake woman kicked my love to the curb.
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She busted in to my tent now I'm fucked.
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Had the fat-bearded lady in the buck. Ugh!.
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Fuck that. Bitch suck that.
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I was born with a wang, but I never had a nutsack.
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It's two balls hangin' wit no protection, so,
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I move real careful and slow.
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You can call me a wierdo, call me a freak.
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Call me Don Knotts cuz I'm gettin at it every week. Uh!
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So come see the carnival and throw me your change, bitch.
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I chill with the 3 rings.
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(chorus)
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(chorus)
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"Well, that's it. I hope you're satisfied. I hope you had a good time,
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you fucking heartless
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bastards! You saw what you wanted, so grab your fucking kids and that
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fat, flop of shit
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wife of yours, and get the fuck out of our circus tent! You cold-hearted
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sons of bitches!
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You think they looked fucked up? Just wait till I kick your fuckin' lips
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in a couple times!
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You'll be sittin' up here like a bitch, and we'll be laughin at your
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folded ass. They'll call
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you Lumpy. After I done puttin knots all over your fuckin forehead. Yeah!
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Hey, Hey little
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boy! Come here, how'd you like it if I tied your neck in a knot? You
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fuckin' little bitch!
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Come here, I'll fuckin shove that fuckin' corndog up your ass! Get the fuck outta
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here! The show's
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fuckin' over. Get the fuck outta here, you fuckin heartless bastards."
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Three Rings
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| ICP (Insane Clown Posse) |
