[Intro: Violent J]
Cykosis, are we in the haugh, Cykosis, Cykosis, Cykosis and the wicked clowns
Cykosis, Cykosis, Cykosis and the wicky wicked clowns

[Verse 1: The False Prophet]
Hello, I'm Prophet F, I'm very glad to kill you
Now hold your forehead real still so I can drill right through you
When my [?], bitch, drink, I know you're rich
I plug your ass for every penny before I hit the switch
I put my slaughter apron on and my splatter proof goggles
So when I do some cuttin', all you hear is gurgles
I throw your arm in a basket like any other
And if you're still alive, all I have to do is smother
Until your face turns blue, I thought you knew hoe
I'm a sadist, I get my pleasure torturing you
My favorite color's red, I'll pop you in the fuckin' head
Bust my barrel down your throat until your spleen is full of lead
'Cuz this way ain't no chance of livin'
But it's the best way I freeze yo' ass for Thanksgiving
I cook some good shit like ears, eyes and even tongue
Rip your chest open, I think I have some hearts and lungs
You know-you know-you know humans do the best
Just have a part of Jeffery Dahmer, and he'll tell you the rest
Blood, blood, more blood, I gotta get me some
But how do I get some? Motherfucking redrum!
[Interlude: Violent J]
Redrum, redrum, redrum, motherfuckin' redrum
Gotta get more blood gimme some gimme some

[Verse 2: Black Bart]
I feel like I'm on heroin
Every time I see a group of nuns, I wanna bury 'em
Can't catch my breath, wanna face my own death?
No scruples In my head so I ain't got nothing left
Loading up my clip, ain't taking no shit
Peepin' out my drapes, smoke these hoes like grease
My tennis shoes are muddy, my white shirt is bloody
I'm huntin' for some cash and I saw a fuddy-duddy
That I can slip my dick into, think I wanna stick it to
Don't wanna hear it during sex so I kill you
And take your asshole for the sacrifice
Think my mortal thoughts, I take yours and end my own life
And I'll see you in a different world
'Cuz I believe-I believe I'm gonna be cured
Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord
Why is this life so motherfuckin' hard?
Everybody dying, bullets steady flying
Might as well burn the bible and keep lying
Trials and tribulations, the shade of my attitude
It's tougher than the thought of a dead body in a swimming pool
I'm on my way to the state hospital
Shoot me up with cozine before they throw me on the floor
And now I'm strapped up to the wall see
They're havin' a motherfuckin' ball D
I wanna rip these motherfuckers apart ya'll
And write my name in blood all over the walls
Doctor death, doctor death, why don't you help me?
Just end this crazy shit, put me out my misery
[Interlude: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]
Cykosis, Cykosis, Cykosis, are you responsible for these bloodstains? Wicked clowns!
Yeah, motherfucker! ICP and Cykosis in this motherfucker slaughtering motherfuckers tag-team style! Know what I'm saying, bitch? So check this out, man. Cykosis in Toledo, rotten shit. Know what I'm saying? Leavin' the motherfucking bloodstains all over the walls, bitch!

[Verse 3: Violent J]
I'm Violent J, the ghetto cap peeler
Southwest strangler serial killer
Slaughterer maniac, school nerd brainiac
Bodies in my Cadillac, nick nack paddy whack
Give a dog a bone, a human leg bone
Bloody bloodstains on the walls of my home
My home is a dumpster behind Micky D's
The kind with the grease and the roaches and fleas in it
Wait a minute, I think somebody's coming or going
I can hear they blood flowing
If I jump out and chop up their veins
That's when the blood rains, that's when the bloodstains
Hit the sidewalk, hit me in the face, look at me
A wicked clown with the blood all around
I'm from Detroit, West Vernor Avenue
So dead bodies, they ain't nothing new (Nothing new)
I find them in the yard when I'm mowing the lawn
I drag 'em in the kitchen, mm, tastes like chicken
Or maybe just maybe it's all in my brains
I guess I've just seen too many bloodstains
[Verse 4: Shaggy]
(Come again) Wakin' up, coming out my coma
Shit man, somebody must be a goner
I can't recollect, I gots no memories
I'm laying butt naked behind the dumpster in the alley
Lookin' down-down at my hands, man
I ain't seeing shit but these fucking blood stains
What are they from? Maybe from chokin' a bitch's neck
I gotta remember, I gotta write a fucking track!
That's the Shaggs, bitch, the Shaggy waggy-waggy's, G
And I'm a fucking serial murder leave the bloodstains, bitch