My Fun House歌词

my fun house
Rich boys in trouble
Car broke down on a drive through the ghetto
All the weird people, you gotta get the **** out
Need to use the phone, step into my funhouse

Hey yo, ****, looks like we got another

Hed like to go for a ride on the neck cutter
Straight to the cart for the next spectacular

Just to know, its 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
Its where we cut your fingers off and stick em in your mouth
That should show you that you greedy little rich **** if youre bucking with
The juggla youre a dead duck
Eight fingers in your mouth and two sticking out your nose
Further down the hall, the room with jokeros

Thats 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 **** next to ya is trying to tell ya somethin
Listen close, you can barely make it out

*****, you aint **** in my electric funhouse

Help me, Im 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
*****, **** you, yeah, know what Im saying
Wicked clowns running the funhouse
Aint no way to get out until the killer gets your neck cut like a man

Pick a card, any card, any **********ing card
......a jokers card

Sorry, *****, the luck of the draw

Violent js gonna have to ice your jaw

Snap, bang, snip, boom

Send that ************ 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

Its 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
Its the funhouse, *****, everythings funny

You act like whipping on your ass aint 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 ****in mouth in
Eh, yo, the next room, its called the chicken pen
And its 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 youre a big gut, thats what you get for it

Now I take your sorry ass and I throw you out

Cuz I dont need your dead body stinkin up my funhouse

Funhouse, stinkin up my funhaugh!

I got him, I got him, I got him
Right here, I got him
Oh, he got away
Come on, that way, get him

Little babys peeing his pants

Come here little boy
I got some candy

Mommy aint gonna help ya know, you little *****
Yeah, rich-ass, snitch-ass, *****-ass ho
You get your **********ing next chopped in violent js fun house
So dont **** with the wicked clowns, you punk-ass *****
Come here, little boy

I have some candy for ya
I crack your head in a dlt
Little boy, come out come out
Wherever you are

Youre fathers so funny

Look at the blood

I liked him
I like it

This little kiddys getting his necked chopped off tonight
Oh, come here
Little richie, come here
Your mommy says for you to come with me
Youre so scared
Why you shaking, little boy?
Whats the matter, huh?
Look at the blood
*****!!!