My Funhouse Lyrics

Rich boy's in trouble 
Car broke down on a drive through the ghetto 
All the weird people, you gotta get the fuck out 
Need to use the phone, step into my funhouse 
Hey yo, dope, looks like we got another 
He'd like to go for a ride on the neck cutter 
Straight to the cart for the next spectacular 
Just to know, it's a dead body sittin next to ya 
Get ready for the carnival thrills 
Should of cut your little faggot ass in the hills 
Boom! through the door into the room, you gotta check it out 
It's where we cut your fingers off and stick em in your mouth 
That should show you that you greedy little rich fuckIf you're bucking with 
the juggla you're 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 
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 fuck next to ya is trying to tell ya somethin 
Listen close, you can barely make it out 
"Bitch, you ain't shit in my electric funhouse" 

"Help me, I'm 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" 

"Bitch, fuck you, yeah, know what I'm saying 
Wicked clowns running the funhouse 
Ain't no way to get out until the killer gets your neck cut like a man" 

Pick a card, any card, any motherfucking card......A joker's card 
Sorry, bitch, the luck of the draw 
Violent J's gonna have to ice your jaw 
Snap, bang, snip, boom 
Send that motherfucker 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 
It's 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 
It's the funhouse, bitch, everything's funny 
You act like whipping on your ass ain't 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 fuckin mouth in 
Eh, yo, the next room, it's called the chicken pen 
And it's 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 you're a big gut, that's what you get for it 
Now I take your sorry ass and I throw you out 
Cuz I don't need your dead body stinkin up my funhouse 
Funhouse, stinkin up my funhaugh!