[Skit]
"We found his car abandoned in front of a strange-looking house on Detroit's Southwest side, Miss"
"Oh! I told him never to go there"
"Hey Bugsy! Come over here for a minute"
"Yep! Hey, uh, she's pretty hysterical right now, uh"
"Well, have you tried fondling her breasts?"
"Well no, no, I haven't"
"Um, give it a try"
"There, there, Miss, does this make you feel any better?"
"Yes, yes, it does"
"Well, okay"

[Verse 1: Violent J]
Rich boy's in trouble
Car broke down on a drive through the ghetto
All the weird people, you gotta get the fuck out
Need to use the phone? Step into my fun house
Hey yo, Dope, looks like we got another
He'd like to go for a ride on the neck cutter
Straight to the cart for the death spectacular
Just ignore the dead body sittin' next to ya
Get ready for the carnival thrills
Should've kept your little faggot ass in the hills
Boom! through the door into the room, you gotta check it out
It's where we cut your fingers off and stick 'em in your mouth
That should show you that, you greedy little rich fuck
If you're bucking with the juggla you're a dead duck
Eight fingers in your mouth and two stickin' out your nose
Further down the hall, the room of joker-o's
That's where you get beat by 17 wicked clowns
For the 17 dead bodies never found
And they jump on your back 'til your ribs crack
Toss you in the cart and push you down the deadly track
Spinning and twisting, rolling and bumping
The dead fuck next to you's trying to tell ya something
Listen close, you can barely make it out
"Bitch, you ain't shit in Violent J's fun house!"
[Chorus]
"Help me, I'm trapped in here. Somebody let me out
Oh my god! Ah!"
(Teggun ym ni kcis m'I)
"Come here, rich boy
My head is spinning 360 degrees
Richie, richie, richie
Come here"

[Post-Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope]
"Bitch, fuck you, yeah, know what I'm saying?
Wicked clowns running the funhouse
And ain't no way to get out, so just chill and get your neck cut like a man!"

[Verse 2: Violent J]
Pick a card, any card, any motherfucking card...
(A joker's card!)
Sorry, bitch (Aw!), the luck of the draw
Violent J's gonna have to ice your jaw
Smack, bang, snip, boom
(Send that motherfucker off to the next room)
Crash through the doors on the windy, spinny trail
Through the loop-de-loop and into a big nail
Straight through your left eye and out the back of his head
(Ah!) (Is he dead?)
No, good, you get to go to the next phase
It's the room of giggles because of your ways
You like to sit and laugh at people when they suffer
Well, now you sit and watch me laugh when I stick your mother
It's the fun house, bitch, everything's funny
You act like whipping on your ass ain't funny
And the ride of your life only gets faster
(All for the Ringmaster)
I take my Bobo gun and blow your fuckin' mouth in
Eh, yo, the next room is called the chicken pen
And it's a little tribute to the bigots of the South
We take a dead chicken shove it in your mouth
And we stuff it down your throat with a pitchfork
'Cause you're a bigot, it's what you get for
Now I take your sorry ass and I throw you out
'Cause I don't need your dead body stinkin' up my funhouse
Funhouse, stinkin' up my funhaugh!
[Chorus]
(Teggun ym ni kcis m'I)
"I got him! I got him! No! He's right here! Oh no! Oh He got away! Run! That way! Get him! Oh, little baby's peed in his pants, ha ha ha ha ha! Come here, little boy, I got your candy. Mommy ain't gonna help you now, you little bitch"
(Esuoh nuf eht)

[Post-Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope]
"Yeah! Rich ass, bitch ass, snitch ass ho!
You get your motherfucking neck chopped in Violent J's fun house
So don't fuck with the wicked clowns you, punk-ass bitch!"
(Teggun ym ni kcis m'I)

[Outro]
"Come here, little boy, I have some candy for you. I'll crack your head like Humpty Dumpty! Ooh! Little boy, come out, come out, wherever you are. The clowns are so funny! Look, little alligators! I like them! I like it here! This little kiddie's getting his neck chopped off tonight. Ha ha ha! Woo! Come here! Ooh! Ha ha ha! Woo. Little Richie, come here. Your mommy said you're gonna come with me. You're so scared. Why you shakin', little boy? What's the matter? Huh? Aw, little Richie's scared. Oh! Oh! Look at this one. Aw, he's crying. Bitch!"
(Esuoh nuf eht)
(Esuoh nuf eht ni)
(Esuoh nuf eht)