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Freak show

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, perusin' Mein Kampf, human time bomb collectin' severed Jewish guy's arms
His daughter was cutie pie, "Aww, it's little Susy!", savin' up her babysittin' funds to get an Uzi
The pregnant floozey on the couch, oh that's Mrs. Tom, riffin' 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 clutchin' guns
Plus it's fun to come inside your neighbor's wife with your favorite knife at her throat threatenin' 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 freakshow

Step right up! Welcome to the freakshow. 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 beatin' mothers, sisters sleep with brothers. Secret undercover it looks peaceful in the suburbs

Movin' 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 Jon Benet 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 m.i.l.f.'s in a new silk quilt
Step right up! Welcome to the freakshow. 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 beatin' mothers, sisters sleep with brothers. Secret undercover it looks peaceful in the suburbs

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 speakin' 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 woulda 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

Step right up! Welcome to the freakshow. 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 beatin' mothers, sisters sleep with brothers. Secret undercover it looks peaceful in the suburbs