My Fun House

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My Fun House

We found his car abandoned in front of a strange-looking house on Detroit's south-west's side, miss
Oh, I told him never to go there!
Hey foxy, come over here for a minute
Yeah, yeah, she's pretty hysterical right now, uh
Well, have you tried fondling her breasts?
Well no, no I haven't
Um, give it a try
There there, miss, does this make you feel any better?
(Yes, yes) well okay!

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 ignore the dead body sittin' next to ya

Get ready for the carnival thrills
Should have kept 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 fuck
If 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 beat 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, ahh!\"

\"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
Smack, 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 your left eye and out the back of his head, is he dead?

No, 'cause he gets 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 ripping on your ass, ain't funny
And the ride of your life only gets faster
Off to the 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
'Cause you're a bigot, 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 stinkin' up my funhouse
Funhouse, stinkin' up my funh-aaah

Break out! gotta get away!
Run, run away, get out!
Little baby's been bad!
Are you scared, little boy, I got some candy
Mommy ain't gonna help you now, you little bitch

Yeah, witches, bitches, stitches, hos
You'll get your motherfucking necks chopped in front of Chet's funhouse
So don't fuck with the wicked clowns, you punk-ass bitch

Scared, little boy, I got some candy for you
Clap your hands like humpty-dumpty, woo!
Little boy, come out, come out wherever you are!
This little piggy gets his neck chopped off tonight
Come here, aah, aah, aah!
Get over here, piggy, come here!
Your mommy says you're coming with me
You're so scared, why you scared you little boy, what's the matter huh?
Aww, little Richie's scared
Haha, look at him run, aww, he's crying, bitch!

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