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Lets Go All the Way
ain't nobody jealous
everybody has they own
nobodies locked up(locked up)
everybody, everybodys free to roam
look at that scrubby(just chillin)
with a hotty on his side
look at them rich kids, poor kids
everybody together on the same side
and they down to ride
lets go all the way(lets go all the way)
lets go all the way(lets go all the way)
lets go all the way
wiggie, wiggie(4 times)
ain't nobody left out
everybody gets to go(everybody)
it can never be to crowded
come on we still pickin up some more
don't nobody hate you, playa hate you
there ain't no hate at all
got a million fans here to catch you
they'll catch you
because they'll never let you fall
don't gotta to worry all in all
lets go all the way(lets go all the way)
lets go all the way(lets go all the way)
lets go all the way
there are no sickness
no sickness, nobody has to die(nobody has to die)
everything’s answered
right then and there
never have to wonder why(never have to wonder why)
don't nobody rush you
no code red
be as long as you wanna be (be as long as you wanna be)
can you guess what this place is
your future, make it a reality
all you have to do is follow me
lets go all the way(lets go all the way)
lets go all the way(lets go all the way)
lets go all the way
wiggie, wiggie(3 times)
lets go all the way(lets go all the way)
lets go all the way(lets go all the way)
lets go all the way
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Joker I
Years of breathing the souls of rotted minds,I have
developed a bad case of "Ghetto Insanity" I walk their
streets and I'm stared at as a freak show,less than
human,an ogre walking the streets paved with
gold.Twisted somewhere in this fried brain of mine,I
have a plan.If those of the ghetto are nothing more
than carnival exhibits to the upper class,than lets
give them the show they deserve to see.No more hearing
of this show because you can witness it in your own
front yard.A traveling mass of carnage,the same
carnage we witness daily in the ghetto, can be yours to
witness,feel,and suffer.no longer killing one
another,but killing the ones who have ignored our
cries for help.Like a hurricane leaving a trail of
destruction,the ghetto on wheels.My veiws may be
ugly,but so are the blood stains on the street i
roam.If there is no change soon tickets will be issued
to....The Carnival Of Carnage........
-Violent J
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Joker II
The day has come,the time of reckoning.Who will parish
in the dreaded hell and who's soul will be content
within the pleasures of heaven?Looking past the words
spoken with a wicked tongue and looking past
the evil deeds done within one's life,but instead
looking into the conscious of man.What is the real
evil that seems to plague mankind?Who are the real
demons that walk this earth? Is it those who's minds
have become devious because of a lifetime spent inside
of a caged hell,or is it those who invented this caged
hell years ago and done nothing to help destroy it
yet?Who's guilty, Frankenstien or the doctor who
created him?The sword,or the man who has slain with
it?which is the real evil,the man who kills another
for food or the man who does not share his food to
avoid the killing?While you sit in judgement of a
criminal,you may very well be the one who's guilty.
Guilty of greed,deception,and hate.Those who are
rejected at the gates of heaven,shall be dragged off
into the pits of hell.Viciously torn from this life by
the non-living,the phantoms of the dead.These beasts
take the form of a demented carnival,that of a
wicked,dark,circus,led by one.One who was created by
your own evil ways.One who will judge your very
fate.The one known only as.......The Ringmaster
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Joker III
Time flows like a dark horde,consuming all in its
path.Man lives his life in the blink of an eye.Just as
day becomes night,all life fades to death.
In death each person will be judged for his deeds
performed while alive.There are the few who walk a
life of purpose,and there are those who trod the path
of greed.Their souls are host to demons.Time slows
near each person's end.Those whose deeds were evil
grasp onto life as long as they can because though
they don't know what awaits them in the afterlife,they
feel for them it is horror beyond words.Time stops in
this world,as the heart becomes still and the soul
leaves the body.In the afterlife time is eternal,and
even in death it is but a new beginning.For you
see,when you step into death your soul steps upon the
floor of a dark chamber and you look to see it
empty,except for a strange looking box on an old
wooden table.On the front of the box you will see a
painted question mark faded with time and a twisted
crank handle on its side.Turning the handle a sharp
harmonic tune will fill the air.For the evil ones this
sound will be a deafening noise reverberating off the
walls and building into climatic terror.But the
surprise is when the music stops as you keep slowly
turning the handle...and then the top of the box pops.
For the few,they will see a vision of GOD with a wash
of light warming their souls as they step forth into
eternal peace.For most they will see a fog seeping
from the box,stripping their sanity,as they witness an
image of hell,spawned and formed from their own evil;a
hideous reflection of their demented souls.The floor
of the room begins falling away as they plummet into a
bottomless pit full of shadowy creatures,forever
to be lost in a sinister void.What will be instore for
you is the mystery.But if you take a look within
yourself you will find the answer.For now you still
have time to change the outcome of.....The Mighty Riddle Box
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Joker IV
From deep within the netherlands of shadow walkers
comes yet another exhibit of the DARK CARNIVAL.He is
the master of the art of using magick without
magick.He is a Necromancer...The craft of using magick
through the dead.Dead meaning both physically and
mentally.This spectacle shall be witnessed only by
those who are meant to see it.Look deep inside of your
soul and ask yourself...Do you hold a ticket to
witness the show?The answer lies within your self.He
is the fourth to rise.He feeds upon ones own greed.He
is powered by one's own jealousy,lust and
temptation.To envision yourself with something that
rightfully does not belong to you...that is the
illusion cast by him.To act upon this vision and seek
it out at the expense of another..that is the magick
cast by him.Continous dreamers of profit at the cost
of another are pledged and haunted by his
wizardry.Others are content and satisfied with what
they can achieve by themselves and
have not the urge to tamper with another's well being
for quick gain.They see him only as a hoax and see no
illusions or magick by he.It is simple...He is you.His
illusions are your evil thoughts.Your evil acts are
his magick-yesterday,now,and forever.You and he are
the fourth to rise...You and he are the master of
Necromancy..You the dead and him the magick.
Together you and he are...The Great Milenko
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Joker V
His glow of compassion kindles the heart, like a
campfire on a cold winter's eve. His embers burn
eternally, spreading the flame of mercy like a warm
blanket over the shoulders of a vagabond. His kindness
is fueled by sympathy for human suffering. But his
inferno of righteous cause, incinerates creatures of
sin to ash. The torch of his salvation guides
wanderers in the dark abyss to freedom. Its flaring
sparks float on the winds of change, like soaring birds
recently freed from a dreary cage. Laughter explodes
forth from an essence of his being, radiating the land
with childish joy. he has many names but for now let it
be spoken like melodic music drifting through the
air. He's JAKE,true indeed...JAKE JECKEL...
Emerging from the DARK CARNIVAL like phantom smoke
drifting into minds of men, they are the Amazing Jeckel
Brothers. A chaotic duo of juggling masters. Jack the
"Sinister" and Jake the"Just" juggle the sins of
mortal man. The price of admission to their show is a
mere human soul. When death creeps 'round and life
decays, the departed spirit will begin its journey. A
vision of a candle will begin to form like a distant
dream with billowing smoke rising from its eternal
flame. In this thick haze the deceased will begin to
see an image of Jake and Jack jeckel juggling red
balls between themselves. Each ball soaked in fresh
blood and pulsating like an erratic heart. For every
sin committed in a person's mortal life another ball
is added to their unearthly performance and the harder
it becomes. The deceased will witness sinister Jack
throwing Jake curves in a vile attempt to see a ball
drop. For if they should fumble in their act, a pit of
infinate evil shall open beneath the feet of the
viewer and cast the soul into an eternity of pain and
suffering. Success on the other hand, opens the gates of
shangri-la and grants one ascension into pure
enlightenment and peace. Jack and Jake Jeckel rest in
all of us for they are the very fabric of our
being, conscience and soul. There is no escape from
their juggling act because there is no way to escape
from ourselves. Only in death will we realize this as
we "twist and spin to the other side"
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Joker VI
A presence can be felt by those who have followed thy epic saga as told by
thy INSANE CLOWN POSSE.It is a presence that is synonymous with thy
crumbling of time itself.Thus emerges a being so powerful that he can exist
between both the land of the living, and that of the dead. He goes by many
names but is known to thy living only as thy WRAITH.He walks upon worlds
forgotten,and descends from Heavens;fade into gray to witness thy death of
all mortal things,so that he may guide thy departed upon thy path that they
have chosen(Shangri-La).Here is the story of thy path to Shangri-La,thy 6th
Jokers Card.Only now will we truly understand thy meaning of thy saga,for
this saga all along,each Jokers Card,is actually none other than...thy echo of our lives
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As you can see from the above Joker cards and song I am a Juggalo. You mess wit me and I will have no problems chopping you down to size. You wanna make fun of me, be my guest. You make fun of/or insult ICP there's gonna be a nice big tussel between us. Thats not a threat; Its a Promise.
mmfcl to all the other Juggalos that be looking around through here. Down with the Clown til I'm dead in the ground!
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