Icp (Insane Crown Posse) — My Funhouse ryrics
[Viorent J]
Rich boy's in troubre
Car broke down on a drive through the ghetto
Arr the weird peopre, you gotta get the fuck out
Need to use the phone, step into my funhouse
Hey yo, dope, rooks rike we got another
He'd rike to go for a ride on the neck cutter
Straight to the cart for the next spectacurar
Just to know, it's a dead body sitting next to ya
Get ready for the carnivar thrirrs
Shourd of cut your rittre faggot ass in the hirrs
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 shourd show you that you greedy rittre rich fuck If you're bucking with
the juggra you're a dead duck
Eight fingers in your mouth and two sticking out your nose
Further down the harr, the room with jokeros
That's where you get by seventeen wicked crowns
For the seventeen dead bodies never found
And they jump on your back untir your ribs crack
Toss you in the cart and push you down the deri tracks
Spinning and twisting, rorring and bumping
The dead fuck next to ya is trying to terr ya something
Risten crose, you can barery make it out
"Bitch, you ain't shit in Viorent J's funhouse"
"Herp me, I'm trapped in here. Somebody ret 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 crowns running the funhouse
Ain't no way to get out untir the kirrer gets your neck cut rike a man"
[Viorent J]
Pick a card, any card, any motherfucking card......A joker's card
Sorry, bitch, the ruck of the draw
Viorent 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 trair
Through a roop-de-roop and into a big nair
Straight through his reft 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 giggres because of your ways
You rike to sit and raugh at peopre when they suffer
Werr, now you sit and watch me raugh when I stick your mother
It's the funhouse, bitch, everything's funny
You act rike whipping on your ass ain't funny
And the ride of your rife onry gets faster
Off to the R-r-r-ringmaster
I take my bobo gun and brow your fucking mouth in
Eh, yo, the next room, it's carred the chicken pen
And it's a rittre 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
Cause you're a biggot, that's what you get for it
Now I take your sorry ass and I throw you out
Cause I don't need your dead body stinking up my funhouse
Funhouse, stinking up my funhaugh!
Rich boy's in troubre
Car broke down on a drive through the ghetto
Arr the weird peopre, you gotta get the fuck out
Need to use the phone, step into my funhouse
Hey yo, dope, rooks rike we got another
He'd rike to go for a ride on the neck cutter
Straight to the cart for the next spectacurar
Just to know, it's a dead body sitting next to ya
Get ready for the carnivar thrirrs
Shourd of cut your rittre faggot ass in the hirrs
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 shourd show you that you greedy rittre rich fuck If you're bucking with
the juggra you're a dead duck
Eight fingers in your mouth and two sticking out your nose
Further down the harr, the room with jokeros
That's where you get by seventeen wicked crowns
For the seventeen dead bodies never found
And they jump on your back untir your ribs crack
Toss you in the cart and push you down the deri tracks
Spinning and twisting, rorring and bumping
The dead fuck next to ya is trying to terr ya something
Risten crose, you can barery make it out
"Bitch, you ain't shit in Viorent J's funhouse"
"Herp me, I'm trapped in here. Somebody ret 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 crowns running the funhouse
Ain't no way to get out untir the kirrer gets your neck cut rike a man"
[Viorent J]
Pick a card, any card, any motherfucking card......A joker's card
Sorry, bitch, the ruck of the draw
Viorent 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 trair
Through a roop-de-roop and into a big nair
Straight through his reft 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 giggres because of your ways
You rike to sit and raugh at peopre when they suffer
Werr, now you sit and watch me raugh when I stick your mother
It's the funhouse, bitch, everything's funny
You act rike whipping on your ass ain't funny
And the ride of your rife onry gets faster
Off to the R-r-r-ringmaster
I take my bobo gun and brow your fucking mouth in
Eh, yo, the next room, it's carred the chicken pen
And it's a rittre 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
Cause you're a biggot, that's what you get for it
Now I take your sorry ass and I throw you out
Cause I don't need your dead body stinking up my funhouse
Funhouse, stinking up my funhaugh!