My Fun House Insane Clown Posse (Ft. Jumpsteady)

[Skit]
"We found his car abandoned in front of a strange-looking house on Detroit's Southwest side, Miss"
"Oh! I told him never to go there"
"Hey Bugsy! Come over here for a minute"
"Yep! Hey, uh, she's pretty hysterical right now, uh"
"Well, have you tried fondling her breasts?"
"Well no, no, I haven't"
"Um, give it a try"
"There, there, Miss, does this make you feel any better?"
"Yes, yes, it does"
"Well, okay"

[Verse 1: 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 fun house
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 death spectacular
Just ignore the dead body sittin' next to ya
Get ready for the carnival thrills
Should've kept 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 fuck
If you're bucking with the juggla you're a dead duck
Eight fingers in your mouth and two stickin' out your nose
Further down the hall, the room of joker-o's
That's where you get beat by 17 wicked clowns
For the 17 dead bodies never found
And they jump on your back 'til your ribs crack
Toss you in the cart and push you down the deadly track
Spinning and twisting, rolling and bumping
The dead fuck next to you's trying to tell ya something
Listen close, you can barely make it out
"Bitch, you ain't shit in Violent J's fun house!"