Beverly Kills Lyrics

Jugglers, come out to play... 

Guess who's coming to your big town 
Jugglin' jesters, kick-it clowns 
Circus sound, painted frown 
Carnival of carnage creeping round 

I'm Violent J and I'm sick 
They try to run me down but ya know I'm too slick 
And I slip and slide like a slinkie 
Slip and slide with my twinkie 
Welcome to my world as it winds and it twists 
I'm a kick a funky little rhyme that you missed 
Boloo-chewy-wuwwy-do-boo 
And you'd be fucked up if that was really voodoo 
Come see the one at the show of your life 
See me breathe fire and swallow a knife, right 
I ain't swallowing nothing, Jack 
But I can juggalo like you never thought you'd ever know 
And we packin' that funk 
With a snap and a clap and a jump jump 
So chicky chicky freak if ya wanna be down 
Step on up, ah...and kiss the clown 

Kiss the clown 

Stop the bus 
Violent J comes out 
Barrels to your face 
And blow your fucking face off 

Cuz ya know my mind is golden oh 
Happen to catch me a Beverly show 
Body fell asleep but my mind goes on 
Welcome to the world of juggla's dome 
First day I enrolled at the high school 
Butt-naked with an axe, "wow, he's so cool" 
"Stand up and say your name, tell us about yourself" 
My name's 2 Dope and I cut necks all to hell 
Dylan, Dylan, I'm trying to find Dylan 
I'm finna cut his throat with a carny carny killin' 
Rich boy never seen a ghetto jokero 
Slap you in the head with a sledgehammo 
Sorry Dylan didn't mean to knock ya 
Then I stuffed his dead body in my locker 
To the next class don't wanna be late 
Finna ask Brenda on a little date 
I heard this bitch likes to fight in clubs 
Took her to a Might Max threw a pair of gloves 
Wants to get her ass beat by a fat dyke 
And left the money-ass bitch there for the night 
Woke her in the morning, threw her in the trunk 
Threw her in the tub, cuz the dumb bitch stunk 
How you doing Brenda, mind if I bend ya 
Over rover, do me like Dundy 
I'm sure ya'd like that, ya little skank 
And when I finished, I stuffed the fucking head in the fish tank 

Back to the school, fat bitch in the locker 
Couldn't fit her booty in, so I cut her booty out 
Sometimes I feel like I'm already in hell 
Throwing up children on Del Ray smell 
Fuck those fucking fucks, uh 
Rich fucks, man, fuck those fucks 
Beverly Hills is Beverly Kills 
I'm gonna bring ghetto carnival thrills 
Where's that other little rich little fag 
Looking for Brandon cuz we can't stand him 
I know my boys make the bass go boom 
But shhh, you can hear jacking off in the boys room 

"Aww, aww, Dylan. I want your anus. Aww, you're so hot." 

Kicked in the stall then I kicked in his jaw 
Kicked him in face and kicked in his balls 
Punk tried to run but he couldn't try to wobble 
Bust him in the head with an empty Faygo bottle 
Took him to the staircase, jumped on his face 
Road him down the bumpy chase 
Can I hear him breathe one last note 
Stuffed his back down his throat 

Back to the locker, boy oh boy oh 
Back to the locker, stop that fucker! 
Back to the locker, boy oh boy oh 
Back to the locker, fucking stop that fucker! 

Walking down the hall and I'm feeling like the shit 
Cuz all that's left is one skank ass bitch 
Kelly, Kelly, your neden's kinda smelly 
Funk down your legs and up to your belly 
But I'm with Del Ray, so fuck, don't fade me 
Let me him man, you're finna kick the can 

"Come on, bitch, man. You're getting ready to die anyway. 
Bitch, calm down. Let me get a little putang, ya know what I'm 
saying. Let me get a little trimp, bitch. You finna die." 

Okay, cuz I'm not a raper 
But ya still make morning paper 
Kelly found dead in her bathroom 
Nah, Kelly found dead in her dad's room 
No, Kelly found dead in her backyard 
Cuz Kelly choked on a Joker's Card 
Smashed up bodies chilling in my locker 
Kelly wouldn't fit, chop-chop-chop-chop her 
Oh no, principal know what I'm about 
Cuz one of Dylan's sideburns was sticking 
Oh shit, they chase me cuz they found the bodies 
Now I run my ass off, he-ho he-ho 

Yelling, getting mad, you can hear them cuss 
Didn't look both ways and got hit by bus 
Crunched up under, tangled in the wheels 
Spit me out the muffler, ya know how that feels 
Lost both my legs so I'm running on my hands 
Then I seen Prince so I clap cuz I'm a big fan 
And straight busted my face on the street 
And here come the police...ya know