Freak Show

[Intro] All aboard Please keep your hands and feet in the cars [Verse I] Once upon a time on a line of the train to the burbs Began a tour of sorts of the insanely disturbed Home to psychos Where the guiltiest types go Filthy rich white folks who's kids like coke There was a spooky guy Tom Perusing Mein Kampf Human time bomb collecting severed Jewish guy's arms His daughter was cutie pie "Aw, it's little Suzy!" Saving up her babysitting funds to get an Uzi The pregnant floozy on the couch Oh that's Mrs. Tom riffing on Some coke fuck though the baby isn't Tom's And Mr. Johns down the block don't need another son Let alone to have the bitch's husband come clutching guns Plus it's fun to come inside your neighbor's wife With your favorite knife At her throat threatening to take her life Plus it's still so much I haven't told about the place I like to call Home sweet home, my very own freak show [Hook] Step right up Welcome to the freak show Boys and girls of all ages if you like smut We got pedophiles rapists Cannibals and racists Perverts who have sex with animals and sadists Right this way Feast your eyes on this Indecency of all types for all the little kids We got fathers beating mothers Sisters sleep with brothers Secret undercover It looks peaceful in the suburbs [Verse II] Moving right along In my psycho song We have the next agenda The perverts and the clergymen and other sex offenders Not the least of which on display Are the dad's who like their little girl's in lingerie on parade You got your pedophiles who aren't gay Favorite meal "Send a child without grass on the playing field (Playball)" Well in apartment A is one such guy that's starved for days And he wants the legs of Jonbenet Ramsey on his plate There's a guy who takes dogs on dates If you get my drift And he ain't got the worst idea for how to wet his dick When the local mortician's on some necro shit And he sticks his short dick in, in between some legs that stiff What gets me is the way they choose to spill milk When you could screw some built MILFs in a new silk quilt [Bridge] Dude that chick's a MILF What's a MILF? Mom I'd like to fuck [Hook] [Verse III] Last but not least This exhibit probably is the sickest Worse than any inner city niggas with some biscuits You know the cats I'm speaking of The type that like to eat you up And make a sandwich out of human meat for lunch Well there's this guy around the corner Who moved from California Cause bodies rot quicker when it's warmer And his former wife was so delicious out of her dress In an hour or less He devoured her flesh Without no regrets Then he moved out of the west to a sty that's much worse A slaughterhouse out in a Long Island suburb He was a low-life with no wife And if his picket fence wasn't so high You'd see his back yard was filled with old bikes And if the cops weren't so blind and empty They probably would have picked up on where he'd last been seen Blood-soaked renting a truck from Penske To dispose of abducted kids bones and ten-speeds [Hook]