Clownin out

(Intro)

Whatcha lookin’ at, homie?

The paint is dry, but the blood is still drippin’.

Welcome to the sideshow.

(Verse 1)

Step into the freezer, leave your soul at the door

I’m paintin’ faces with the marrow leakin’ out of your pores

Got that hatchet in the holster, swingin’ heavy and wide

There ain’t a closet in the city where a hater can hide

I’m a wicked clown stalker, walkin’ dead on the beat

I’ll turn a cul-de-sac into a butcher shop on your street

Peel the skin back slow, like I’m unmaskin’ a ghost

Then I’m toastin’ to the family, yeah, the ones I love most.

(Chorus)

We’re clowning out, keep the motor runnin’ red

Juggalo for life, even after we are dead

Face paint stained with the grime and the gore

Knockin’ down the hinges, kickin’ in the cellar door

Whoop whoop, hear the siren in the dark?

We’re leavin’ hatchet marks in the middle of the park.

(Verse 2)

Faygo rainin’ down, mixin’ in with the bile

I’ll take a rusty pair of pliers just to fix up your smile

I’m a carnival attraction, I’m the freak in the cage

Rippin’ pages out of history with a murderous rage

See the black and the white? Yeah, it’s caked on the skin

Let the ritual of the Lotus and the carnage begin

I don’t need a spotlight, I can see in the murky

Carvin’ up the mainstream like a Thanksgiving turkey.

(Bridge)

Red nose, cold toes, lyin’ in a ditch

I’m the nightmare livin’ in the spirit of the rich

Swing, swing, swing—hear the whistle of the blade?

This is how a wicked clown parade is made.

(Verse 3)

Yeah, we’re outcasts, misfits, monsters in the night

Givin’ every little 'lo and 'lette a reason to fight

If you ain’t down with the clown, then you’re down in the dirt

Underneath the floorboards where it’s really gonna hurt

Brain matter splatter on the oversized shoes

We got nothin’ left to gain and even less left to lose

So keep your eyes peeled for the shadow on the wall

Because the Dark Carnival is comin’ for you all.

(Chorus)

We’re clowning out, keep the motor runnin’ red

Juggalo for life, even after we are dead

Face paint stained with the grime and the gore

Knockin’ down the hinges, kickin’ in the cellar door

Whoop whoop, hear the siren in the dark?

We’re leavin’ hatchet marks in the middle of the park.

(Outro)

Whoop whoop.

See you in the next life, ninja.