Insane Clown Posse - Wax Museum Lyrics
Greetings.Welcome to the gypsy of fortunesYour coin was very much appreciatedAnd now I shall grant you your futureIt seems my cards of tarot have dealt you a very odd handA hand of six jokers card, this is very rareAnd suggest something neusant is approachingYou should be visited by a dark circusA circus that holds pain and anguishThis travelling mass of evil will leave you corpse to rotWhile entrapping your soul to displayed at future stopsOh yes, you should also be aware that it is your own evil doingsThat have brought about this carnivals visitAll of the sins and hatred you have cast during your lifeHave whipped and spun into form, the form of oneOne who leads this gruesome parade of pain into your lifeOne sinister beast, one known only as ringmasterWelcome ladies and gentlemen to the museum, the wax museumThousands of dead souls covered in waxAll of the rare exhibits you are about to encounterAre strange and wonderous creations of the one and the onlyLeader of them allSo both dead and undead please welcome the r-r-r-ringmasterPurpose, question, killThe icp is of the ringmasterAnd the ringmasters of the attutes of mankindG-ya, mother*****er, now you gotta face your worst enemyAnd thats yourselfEvery wicked thing youve ever doneHas come back nowAnd its gonna whip your little ass, *****boyUs, were just clownsWe just work for the ringmasterWith the wave of his magic wandI step forward, wind backAnd swing this battle axeUpside your mother*****ing headHoooo!!!So step right up cause the r-r-r-ringmasterTakes you on the ride of your lifeHorror and fear, smiles and tearsAnd oh everso over doThe ringmaster rises up and lifts across the skyThrough the forest and down the riverAlong the valley, over the hillAnd down the trail and up the sidewalkOnly to surprise you and yoursAt your very front doorLets go, mother*****ers!!!
