Under the Big Top

Wicked clowns are invading you
 I'm Violent J, Papa Killjoy, I can't be fixed
 I'm a crooked ass clown with some filthy tricks
 I killed hot bitches out there but I grow weed plants
 So every time I hit the blunt, it's like I'm hitting that ass
 And I'm Shaggy, throwing heads in the air by the hair
 I bounce them off my heals while people cough they meals
 I kick heads like soccer balls and do tricks with them
 I get hotter than a globetrotter, twirling and spinning
 with a sword, I can balance and stand on it
 Killed many men, one swing in the end
 I'm so quick, you won't see shit but the guy's eyes wiggling
 And me in the Bruce Lee stance giggling
 I rob liquor stores at night when the workers are tired
 I run up in that bitch swinging chainsaws on fire
 And I can balance on a ball while juggling all your limbs
 While rest of you is chained up in a chair watching him
 Under the big top
 So many tricks to show
 (Come down)
 So many freak shows to go to
 (Come down)
 So many eyeballs to throw
 Your soul, you're quick to drop
 Under the big top
 This wicked shit we flow to
 (Come down)
 So many dead souls we go through
 (Come down)
 Inside hell's pit they throw you, let the fire get to know you
 Violent J is a man that can end your life
 And then wear your slippers and fuck your wife
 You get a pie in the face, a fucking pie in the face
 Then you get cut up and sent to your momma in a suitcase
 Bitch, I'm Shaggy, clear outta my squares
 I ride a bike backwards in my underwears
 I tell human stories to ghosts and I dead the awake
 Plus I'm trapped in the other side of the mirror, I think
 Twenty five chairs stacked up, I'm on the top
 Fucking balancing on my head, I'm about to drop
 And I'm holding up a bear on my foot
 All six in the mix, will this be the end?
 This will, the end of my dick all up in another bitch's ass
 Wicked clowns will make the wicked shit last
 And I kick a dick's ass trying to stop the shit
 Icepick to your temple than pop your shit
 Under the Big Top
 So many tricks to show
 (Come down)
 So many freak shows to go to
 (Come down)
 So many eyeballs to throw
 Your soul you're quick to drop
 Under the big top
 This wicked shit we flow to
 (Come down)
 So many dead souls we go through
 (Come down)
 Inside hell's pit they throw you, let the fire get to know you
 I'm a juggla, pillow faced smuggla
 You recognize my voice? I'm in a ski mask mugging ya
 I can walk on stilts 900 feet high
 And then drop a dart down straight into your eye
 Well I'm Shaggy Shaggs, I went from rags to rags
 And I've received many meals out your garbage bags
 I can do backflips all the way up a wall
 Swinging an axe, that was the last thing that you saw
 I can slit your throat from across the room
 Throwing a joker's card under the light of the moon
 And then I my feet onto your swinging ceiling fan
 With two swords and yell for everybody else to come in
 You can split me in the middle or saw straight down
 You have two one legged halves of me jumping around
 You can cut them in half, you have four of us fuckers
 My limbs all crawling and attacking like brothers
 Under the big top
 So many tricks to show
 (Come down)
 So many freak shows to go to
 (Come down)
 So many eyeballs to throw
 Your soul you're quick to drop
 Under the big top
 This wicked shit we flow to
 (Come down)
 So many dead souls we go through
 (Come down)
 Inside hell's pit they throw you, let the fire get to know you
 Under the big top