I Want My Shit Insane Clown Posse

[Intro: Violent J]
It was like March or April, fuckin' Libra, fuckin', um, shit

[Verse 1: Violent J]
Taurus, born in 1775
I'm like three hundred and something, but I'm still alive
I used to hang with the original Billy the Kid
You probably think I'm only playing, but I did
My daddies were a two-headed freak show
Momma, a fortune teller, Esmarelda Zella
Anyway they had sex on a ouija board
And I was born the next day, (Boo yah) Violent J
When I was fourteen, I tripped on the train track
And I was crushed right there on the steel rack
I'm out cold, they thought it had fucked me up
I got up and itched my butt, I'm like, "What?"
Everybody tripped and called me the clown devil boy
Child of the witch heifer, whatever
Tied me up, burned me and threw stones
Had a few scrapes and cuts, smokey nuts
After that they started bowing and shit
Praying at me, you know how them primitives get
I said, "Get off my dick, I ain't a savior
I'm what you call a Juggalo, and all I want is my flavor
Four simple things in this bitch, before I die