My funhouse

[Violent J] 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"