Wicked clowns, wicked clowns
  Drank my last cup of dead body stew
  Paint my face, creep up and say BOO!
  Nobody knows what I'm about
  Walk around town with my guts hanging out
  Chewin on toes, fuckin dead hoes
  Bark at the moon everytime the wind blows
  Why do I do the things that I do?
  Who are you? Fuck you, and fuck Jerry Lou too
  Fucked your mother at the Motel 8
  Fingers in her booty, strawberry shake
  Daddy walks in and see the sick clown
  Moving his butt-cheeks up and down
  Nate the Mack and Jump Steady
  Rude Boy, Regis, Kathy Lee
  I make rap rhymes and make quick bucks
  And everybody sucks my nuts, shucks
  Fuck Jazzy Jeff, fuck Jack Jones
  Fuck Jazzy Jiff Jeff Jimmy Jack Jones
  Why do we do the things that we do?
  Who the motherfuck asked you, uh?
  Why do we do the things that we do?
  Roses ain't red and violet's ain't blue
  Why do we do the things that we do?
  Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you too
  Never had life, always been dead
  Gotta metal plate in the back of my head
  Lemon drops, lick lollipops
  I fuck redneck bitches at truck stops
  Clown cutters, much clown luv
  Found a body in the bathtub, mmm grub
  Fuck the police, fuck Ebin Price
  Fuck cop pork chop jiffy pop cops
  Grew another head and I had it lopped off
  But we still cool, what's up, (what's up, dawg)
  Tock-ticky-tock I pack a pig clock
  My dingaling swings when I run down the block
  No, I don't sing in a rock band
  "Gotta smoke, dude, what's up, man"
  Fuck John Wayne, fuck Wayne Newton
  Fuck two-snooting John Hootin nanny pooping
  Why do we do the things that we do?
  Now who the fuck asked you, bitch?
  Why do we do the things that we do?
  Roses ain't red and violet's ain't blue
  Why do we do the things that we do?
  Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you too