So much for friendly conversation
Simple advice between friends
When you step between two lovers
They?re steppin out, you?re steppin in
Oh Lord … here we go again
Hey! I?m in the middle, stuck here in the middle
Yea! I?m in the middle, I can?t stand the middle
Hey! diddle diddle it sucks here in the middle
Yea! I?m in the middle, can?t stand the middle
3 in the middle still leaves two on the outside
I?d rather be right white conservative or
Far left cult radical extreme
I never learned to keep my mouth shut
Just speak my mind every time
Can I lay it on the line?
Hey, I?m in the middle, I can?t stand the middle
Yea! I?m in the middle, it sucks here in the middle
Hey! diddle diddle, I?m stuck in the middle
Yea! I?m in the middle, I can?t stand the middle
3 in the middle still leaves two on the outside
Yea … I can?t stand the middle!
Yea! Yea!
Well this thing is killing me
I?m in the middle, it sucks here in the middle
I?m in the middle, I can?t stand the middle
Hey! I?m in the middle, I can?t stand the middle
Hey! I?m in the middle, stuck here in the middle
3 in the middle still leaves two on the outside
I?m in the middle, can?t stand the middle
In the middle, I can?t stand the middle
In the middle, I can?t stand the middle
3 in the middle still leaves two on the outside

“Live and direct”

One little two little three little putos
Tried to jack me they got the boot-o
Taking no shit when push comes to shove
‘Cause the niggas showed me no love
Step back punk ’cause I’m a Latino
What I bring you is the hardcore lingo
Funky, but ya don’t understand
Now I gotta stand with the Glock in my hand
No scope
And there’s no hope
‘Cause I’m dishin’
Out my .45 slug and it ain’t missin’
Here it comes hissin’
Here it comes hummin’ at ya
Now the slug is comin’ at ya

One little two little three hoodlums
Gotta hit the ground ’cause here the slug comes
What do you know, click clack goes the gun
Make ’em run boy, make ’em run boy, make ’em run

Cuando entro, loonie es el fuerte
Speakin’ to the gente
‘Cause I’m insane in the mente
Movin’ em back, click-click goes the gun
Make ’em run boy, make ’em run boy, make ’em run
It’s no fun
When I got to break you off some
Of the psycobeta beatdown, boy you get done
Serio
Here we go
Off for the muchacho
Come if you really want some of the chingazo
Me caso you don’t hear this little lazo
Cypress Hill, breaking you off a pedazo
Humming at ya
Don’t make me come gatt ya
Punk ’cause I still will be comin’ at ya

One little two little three hoodlums
Gotta hit the ground ’cause here the slug comes
What do you know, click clack goes the gun
Make ’em run boy, make ’em run boy, make ’em run

When I come in, kickin’ with a vengeance
Swift of the engines
Coming like the three little indians
Stompin’ around on the ground on the plains
‘Cause a nigga like me is goin’ insane
In the brain
So I gotta maintain
My direction
What I mighta gained
Without my protection
Not a damn thing
So when I come just bring
That new style, break ya off like a chicken wing
Buckooock!!
So you can just suck my cock
Like a fat blunt, stoned is the way of the walk
When I’m peepin’
Checkin’ out the punk-ass creepin’
I let the dogs loose then I let the dogs sick ’em
Graaah! Nigga don’t make me catch ya
Punk ’cause I still will be comin’ at ya

One little two little three hoodlums
Gotta hit the ground ’cause here the slug comes
What do you know, click clack goes the gun
Make ’em run boy, make ’em run boy, make ’em run

One look in your eyes
I knew we two would always be together
And there are, 3 little words that say it all
I love you

Never believed in love at first sight
But I believe what I’m feeling tonight
‘Cause when I saw you across the room
I felt my heart going boom, boom, boom

I looked, I fell so hard
Girl I know you can tell that
I’m hooked, oh you, oh girl
You know I’m falling for you because

[CHORUS]:
One look in your eyes
I knew we two would alwayz be together
And there are, 3 little words that say it all
I love you
Girl I realize
That I wanna be with you forever
So say those 3 little words I wanna hear
I love you

I was waitin’ for a sign from you
Hoping you’d feel the same way, too
When you looked at me and smiled
My heart was goin’ a thousand miles

I stopped, turned around, I tried
To keep my feet on the ground
As I stepped to you, we touched
I knew you were feelin’ it too because

CHORUS

I know it’s written all over my face
And girl you can believe it’s true
‘Cause time could never erase
These feelings I have for you

CHORUS

Everyone I know is lonely
My God?s so far away
And my heart belongs to no one
So now sometimes I pray
Please take this space between us
And fill it up some way
I?ve been waiting for my brothers
Since fucking Christmas day

There?s a song that everyone?s heard
Let me hear it, make me a part
Songs everyone?s heard
Let me hear it, make me a part

Nothing seems to matter
To no one anymore
They say my world is shattered
I just did it on the floor
It won?t go no further
It is here I make my stand
If you say my life is precious
When you held it in your hand

There?s a song that everyone?s heard
Let me hear it, make me a part
Songs everyone?s heard
Let me hear it, make me a part

There?s a song that everyone?s heard
Let me hear it, make me a part
Songs everyone?s heard
Let me hear it, make me a part

“Is this on?”

“Gather round my wealthy friends
And endure the horrifying sights
Only your worst nightmares can produce
Actual human beings of a deformed nature
Come at once
And come and enduldge yourself
In our own twisted amusement of
Another’s misfortune
Yes, ladies and gentlemen
Enter our three ring show of freaks”

[Violent J]
Ring one, a dung a dung dung
My name’s Violent J and I staple my tongue
To the desk in school then I run down the hall
Scaring the shit out of all y’all bitches
Which is why you don’t invite mine to your parties
Just cause I don’t look like everybody
I guess they’re bunch of richboys, bitchboys
Scary, bula!
And what’s the big deal about my neck
Just because now and then I like to let it stretch
Up a couple feet to get a better sight
Is that any reason to scream and run in fright
No, so, now how ya gonna act?
So what if I got another arm growing out of my back
I guess I’m just another freak show thing
And now they got me in the three ri-ii-ii-ing

[Chorus (2x)]
Three ring a ding a ding ding
People love to point and stare
Three ring a ding a ding ding
It’s the same as everywhere

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Ring two, how do you do?
I’m Shaggy 2 Dope, chicken-faced bitch, who?
You don’t try to front ho
Try to play me out just cause I’m running with the sideshow
Or maybe it’s the leg growing out my neck
But don’t jet baby, heh, not yet
I’m popping in like a pound of lead
Black n blue, his next roll and drop me on my head
Oh shit, I knew I had to fuck up my circuits
Cuz when I was two my momma left me at the circus
Abandoned at the carnival with the freak shows
Like bad boys, hermaphrodites and old man crow
But then I escaped to the ghetto zone
Started a crew of my own, motherfucker, I’m not alone
So don’t be stickin your finger in my face stank
Or your stomach might receive a shank from the…

[Chorus (2x)]

“I certainly hope your enjoy yourselves
Here at our three ring exhibit
But to be honest I really don’t see
What’s so fucking funny about it
These fucking people are real!”

[Violent J]
Ring three, the ICP
Look if you want but I wouldn’t lay a hand on me
That’s how you get fucked up
We’ll squeeze your windpipe shut
Yo, I’m a nerd word, I drink from the bird
Have Snake woman kick my love to the curb
She busted into my tent, now I’m fucked
Had the fat bearded lady in the buck, uh
Fuck that, bitch, suck that
I was born with a wang but I never had a nut sac
Just two balls hanging with no protection so
I move real careful and slow
You can call me a weirdo, call me a freak
Call me Don Knots cuz I’m getting on it every week, uh
So come see the carnival and threw me your change, bitch
I chill with the three rings

[Chorus(2x)]

“Well, that’s it
I hope you’re satisfied
I hope you had a good time
You fucking heartless bastards
You saw what you wanted
So grab your fucking kids
And that fat flop of shit wife of yours
And get the fuck out of our circus tent
You cold-hearted sons of bitches
You think they look fucked up
Just wait till I kick your
Fucking lips in a couple times
You’ll be sittin up here like a bitch
And we’ll laughing at your folded ass
They’ll call you lumpy
After I done put knots
All over your fuckin forehead
Yeah, hey, hey little boy, come here
How’d you like it if I tied your neck in a knot
You fucking little bitch
Come here, I’ll shove that
Fucking corn dog up your ass
Get the fuck out of here
Show’s fucking over
Get the fuck out of here
You fucking heartless bastards”

It’s 3 to 10 the pigs are here
Give me 10 seconds to slam my beers

No wounded soldiers kill them all

The pigs found me in a bathroom stall

They called me an addict, fucking alcoholic

Now I got bread and water, slamming

In a room with padded walls

I was very much alive when I stepped off of the southwest

Thinking about the brew that is cool, cause we keep it in fridge, yes

It’s about six the fix, the fix running

I drop the beat kid you keep it bumping

Suzie’s friends dropping hints, what am I supposed to do

All the rooms are taken and the bitch’s got a curfew

Barely 18 and bro she’s a freak

I think she needs a piece of this 420 Geek

All the rooms are taken, well there’s always the backseat

Keep that caddy rocking, well there’s always the backseat

Let’s take this from the top cause on top’s where I like to be

Let me introduce you to my headboard girly

On the queen size we’re doing our thing

Crack! There goes the boxspring

Mama’s knocking on the door “Who do you got in there?”

“It’s that god damn lucky boy!” Mama just wants to share

I’d have given it to her mom, but daddy-o he had a shotgun

Oh shit, your mama’s knocking, well there’s always the backseat

Officer R. Cappelan treating me like a felon

Don’t make me get crazy on you like Curtis Mellin

Unlawful consumption of alcohol by a minor

I bet put down more than you? old timer

They know all about me ain’t that a shame

What’s my claim to fame, my name, my name

To the undercover cop the lowest form of life

They got a warrant, reason to fear

They got a warrant, drop your beer

I’m the illest rapper to hold a cordless
Patrolling corners
Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters
I’m meaner in action
Than Rosco beating James Tarteenyer (?)
And smackin his back with vacuum cleaner attachments
I grew up in the wild hood
As a hazardous youth
With a fucked up childhood
That I used as an excuse
And aint shit changed
But kept the same mindstate
Since the third time that I failed 9th grade
You probably think that I’m a negative person don’t be so sure of it
I don’t promote violence I just encourage it
I laugh at the sight of death
As I fall down a cement flight of steps
And land inside a bed of spider webs
So throw caution to the wind
You and a friend
Can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it again
Shit, why not? Blow your brain out
I’m blowing mine out
Fuck it, you only live once you might as well die now

It’s only fair to warn
I was born with a set of horns
And metaphors attached to my damn umbulical cord
Warlord of rap little bastard with a two by four board
That smashed into your Honda Accord
With a 4 door Ford
But a more toward (?) droppin an accapella
The choppa (?) fella
The mozarella
Worse than a hellacopta propella
Got you locked in the cella
With your skeleton showing
Developing anorexia
While I’m standin next to ya
Eating a full course meal watching you starve to death
With an IV in your veins
Feeding you liquid darvicet
Pumping you full of drugs
Pull the plugs
On the gunshot victims full of bullet slugs
Who were picked up in an ambulance
And driven
To receiving with the asses ripped outta they pants
And given
A less than 20 percent chance
Of living
Have a possible placement
It’s a hospital patient
Storing the dead bodies in grandma’s little basement
Doctor Kevorkian has arrived
To perform an autopsy on you while you scream “I’M STILL ALIVE!”
Driving a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp
And pulling your adams apple out through your mouth
Better call the fire department
I’ve hired a arson
To set fire to carpet
And burn up your entire apartment
I’m a liar to start shit (?)
Got your bitch wrapped around my dick
So tight you need a crobar to pry her apart wit

Met a retarded kid named Greg with a wooden leg
Snatched it off and beat him over the fucking head with the peg
Go to bed with the keg wake up with the 40
Mixed up with Alka Seltzer and Formula 44D
Fuck an acid tab I’ll strap the whole sheet to my forehead
Wait until it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead
No more said case closed end of discussion
I’m blowin up like spontaneous human combustion
Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas
Cross the bombas (?)
We blowin up your house killing your parents
and coming back to get your foster mommas
And I’m as good at keeping a promise as Nostradamus
Cause I aint making no more threats
I’m doing drivebys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets
I’m more or less sick in the head
Maybe more cause I smoked crack (?)
today, yesterday, and the day before sabbath
Walk the block with a labrador
Strapit more corral for war than El Salvador
Foul style galore
Verbal cow manure
Coming together like the eyebrow on Al B. Sure

yo yo yo, my mom sent me up to the store with a food stamp
for a pack of cigarettes and a book at the news stand
two dudes ran up who jumped out of a blue van
i looked down at the ground and picked up a huge branch
i swung it at the first dude
the other one hit em
seen it snap so fast it look like it broke before it hit him
so he tried to rush
i swept his legs, pinned him and bit him
he came back with sticks and seven dudes screamin “GET HIM”
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Sometimes
You can be in the wrong place, at the right time
Sometimes
You can fall for the right one, at the wrong time

Every look, has a notion
Every kiss, throws me emotion
Every smile shows a little devotion
I know that I’ve thrown it away
In just three words

Sometimes
I wish we were far away, in another town, in another place
Sometimes
I wish, just once, you’d reach for me and show your love

Every look, has me believing
Every kiss, has a meaning
Every time I think, I must be dreaming
I know that I’ve thrown it away
In just three words

Every look, has a notion
Every kiss, throws me emotion
Every smile shows a little devotion
I know that I’ve thrown it away

I know that I’ve thrown it away
In just three words

(HOOK)
bone diggy dig on bone
(repeat x8)

Now the way you went
Got me in this messed up predicament
Cuz i aint know how to be monagomous
I was caught in the wrong
Just walking through the mall
With a short on my arm
Now i played the fool
Sitting in the sneaker store buying shoes
My girl best friend came strolling through
I tried to turn away but i turned to late
cuzshe already saw my face
I was hoping she
Didn’t really get a good look at me
She walked out the store so casually
I thought that i was fine
So she called me later on
With my girl on the line

(CHORUS)
She seen me
Call me up on the 3-way
Giving my girl the whole replay
Has it happened to you
She seen me
Call me up on the 3-way
Giving my girl the whole replay
Tell me what to do

Now I tried to lie
Said it must have been some other guy
You know your friends jealous of you and I
She aint got a man
So she all up in our business
SHUT UP AND LET ME FINISH GIRL!
You crushing me
Acting like you aint got no trust in me
I thought you said you was in love with me
Well act like you know me
Hang up the phone, tell your girl leave us alone
But she aint quit
The more i try to lie the angrier she get
Told me it was over with us, that’s it
Word to all me
If you gon’ be out creeping
Look out for her friend

(CHORUS)

Now ladies know how to stick together, together
No matter what you say you ain’t gon’ win, mmm mmm
Brothers, better have yo stuff together, together
But she always gon’ believe her friend
She always gon’ believe her friend

HOOK x4

CHORUS w/ hook

hook till end

Remember Mexico ’86?
“Dirty” Diego, the Saint and Greaves
All covering up the cracks of an economic crisis
What the cameras don’t show the viewers won’t notice
Earthquake victims still in shacks
And 5,000 steelworkers given the sack
The protestors demanding beans not goals
The reality hidden as the spectacle prevails
Create a diversion, hide the real poverty
With pockets full of money, with stomachs still empty