My Fun House Lyrics

My Fun House lyrics

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 funhouse

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 next spectacular

Just to know, it's 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

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 sticking out your nose

Further down the hall, the room with jokeros



That's 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 ain't shit in my electric funhouse"



"Help me, I'm trapped in here, somebody let me out

Oh my God, ahh"



"Come here, rich boy

My head is spinning 360 degrees

Richie, richie, richie

Come here"



"Bitch, fuck you, yeah, know what I'm saying

Wicked clowns running the funhouse

Ain't no way to get out until the killer

Gets your neck cut like a man"



Pick a card, any card, any motherfucking card, a joker's card

Sorry, bitch, the luck of the draw

Violent J's 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, 'cuz he has to go to the next phase

It's 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

It's the funhouse, bitch, everything's funny

You act like whipping on your ass, ain't funny?

And the ride of your life only gets faster

Off to the r-r-ringmaster



I take my bobo gun and blow your fuckin' mouth in

Eh, yo, the next room, it's called the chicken pen

And it's 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 you're a big gut, that's what you get for it

Now I take your sorry ass and I throw you out

'Cuz I don't need your dead body stinkin' up my funhouse

Funhouse, stinkin' up my funhaugh