Lyrics:
Insane Clown Posse The Ringmaster

Where's that motherfucker at man? Damn, been about 10 days man Hey, hey man, over here man Yeah, what can I do for you, boy? Yeah man, uh, lemme get one

One for the maggots, punk gets light Every time his girl gets into a fight If I somehow get stomped and kicked I'm coming for your ass with a ice pick

in some more of his bigot ass friends And let them see what they really like Hand-high riding the Benz and I'm a clown-riding the bike So look closely

applaud I don't give a fuck to learn your uncle went to hell I'm trapped in mind and my brain is my cell But I have a key, it's called insanity I stick

a dead duck Eight fingers in your mouth and two sticking out your nose Further down the hall, the room with jokeros That's where you get by seventeen wicked clowns

a home I wanna run with a set from the ghetto zone You see the forks up, I see the forks down But I'm a wicked clown, so don't fuck around 'Cause my

What? Hello" "Neckcutta, neckcutta, neckcutta, neckcutta, neckcutta? Little Miss Muffet, oh, she never had a clue Of the psychopathic, wicked clown,

too Never had life, always been dead Gotta metal plate in the back of my head Lemon drops, lick lollipops I fuck redneck bitches at truck stops Clown cutters, much clown

Leader of them all So both dead and undead please welcome the R-r-r-ringmaster "Purpose, question, kill" The ICP is of the Ringmaster And the Ringmaster