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Albums:

Carnival of Carnage (Insane Clown Posse) · Misanthropic Carnage (Severe Torture) · Goremageddon: The Saw and the Carnage Done (Aborted) · Wacken Carnage (Bloodbath) · Works of Carnage (Krisiun) · Carnival of Carnage (Insane Clown Posse) · Ski Wintergrooves - Mixed by Carnage (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Carnival of Carnage (Insane Clown Posse) · Misanthropic Carnage [Bonus Tracks] (Severe Torture) · Carnage in Worlds Beyond (Enthroned) – and 34 other albums »


Pop the trunk
Shut your mouth and turn that shit up

We ride by like there's no one there
And they stop and stare, yeah they stop and stare
We ride by
Vielfour fiery
Four corners race- stretch infinity
Cataclysms celebrate
A whirling soul ablaze with spirited gleam
A silence made sullen by
the hatred that lead to this carnage

Infested by love, a stone cold killer
Hacking and gnashing without remorse
Pipe fed to her cave, blinded by rage
I
Gon' be up all night long
Walkin' this wood flo'
'Till my man gets home
I'm at the front do'
I'm listening by the phone
But I'm gon' be here 
With
Gon' be up all night long
Walkin' this wood flo'
'Till my man gets home
I'm at the front do'
I'm listening by the phone
But I'm gon' be here 
With
that hell was in store
Sign a dotted line and give a man a gun

Don't worry boys, you'll all be home by christmas
But little by little the lights
the dead shall rise for carnage...
They come...From the grave
They come...From the grave

Scattered remnants of mankind lies at their feet
A threat to all
Of violence, and assultry done.
The scenic, view of carnage
Caused by, the sore in his hands
The beauty resonates in birth.

Its plain to see, the wind
it up
And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump
You look like you mad as fuck, but who cares?
Grabbin' her by the arm, cause she stared
Don't know
advantage
Of a natural disaster that's impossible to manage

Bitch ass niggaz counterfeit the funk
I smoke the feet of the skunk, tree top of the trunk
spinnin,
My spreewells spinnin,my spreewells keep spinnin and my trunks on pop 
My spreewells spinnin,my spreewells spinnin

lyrics brought to you by ya baby
on the alter of diana, 
Sometimes until they died.
The cunning wily merchant, 
And his four crippled horses.
Tales told in warlike manner.
The storyteller
one day i went out my door two men grabbed 'em by the throat
mixed up with another guy couldn't fight they were way too strong
beat me down threw
past, my head is lowered still
Ashamed by waste you have left behind with careless indulgence
So draw the swords, four at once, hope is banished
Loose
Crizila, Crizila, Crizila

Powered by the Chrysler big block
Four hundred cubes
The biggest damn sedan to ever
Come off the assembly
Bumper
Crizila, Crizila, Crizila

Powered by the Chrysler big block
Four hundred cubes
The biggest damn sedan to ever
Come off the assembly
Bumper
car, got the trunk by the engine
So when I back back, I'm fronting on you niggas

Yeah, I love them strippers
Yeah, I love them strippers
Yeah, I
how ta speak Spanish 
But my connect trying to teach me ta speak Spanish
And u a monitor in the hallway 
I'm all day on the grind wit a 4
so strong 
That they never can fall 
Four suns alight 
In silver grey sky 
Wild river flows 
With rage alive 
Lions of fire approach me
Rims on the ride got these niggas upset 
Rims sit high so I ride upset 
6 12's in the trunk 4 screens in the deck
6 12's in the trunk 4 screens in
tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna
king of the ring (4x)
I'm ready for a match with the Russian Bear
Gonna pile drive him, pull his hair
I might have a foreign object in my trunks
I
a murder after midnight

(There's gonna be a killin after midnight)
(You can say this one's a murder by a lunatic)

Say what?

3 or 4 minutes
Mary Anne and Wanda were the best of friends
All through their high school days
Both members of the 4H club, both active in the FFA
After graduation
I was down in L.A. town, when our manager said "Jump"
I through my close and my saxophone in a two by four bit trunk
I pushed it to the airport