Представляем точный текст композиции "My Funhouse" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста ICP (Insane Clown Posse) . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «My Funhouse» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую ICP (Insane Clown Posse) передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
ICP (Insane Clown Posse) - "My Funhouse"
Lyrics to My Funhouse : [Violent J] Rich boys 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 funhouse Hey yo, dope, 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 fuckIf 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 fuck next to ya is trying to tell ya somethin Listen close, you can barely make it out "Bitch, you aint shit 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" "Bitch, fuck 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" [Violent J] Pick a card, any card, any motherfucking card......A jokers card Sorry, bitch, the luck of the draw Violent Js gonna have to ice your jaw Snap, bang, snip, boom Send that motherfucker 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, bitch, 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 fuckin 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! [ My Funhouse Lyrics ]
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