Is That You? Lyrics - Carnival Of Carnage - Insane Clown Posse

Violent J, Violent J, is that you? 

I'm on the microphone, so what'cha wanna do? 

Violent J, Violent J, is that you? 

A wicked, wicked clown painted just for you 

I drink Faygo, it's only a buck-ten 

I'm a pour it on your tits when we f***ing 

'Cause I'm with that kinky s***, hoe 

I can see you butt, naked in your window 

Shimmy up the house side dash 

Now I'm gonna press my nuts on the glass 

Let me in, hoe, don't ya know 

I'm Violent J of the I-C-P, yo, I got me a checklins cashing 

If I could spend it with the hoes I'm crashing 

But don't get all geek slut 

'Cause I'm a buy ya some lava to wash your butt 

What's this clown s*** about? 

A knife to your neck 

And your throat's hanging out 

With a do-me-ray 

Now it's about time I say 

Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? 

Yeah, let me tell ya what I wanna do 

Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? 

Yo, Nate, Yo, Nate woohoo 

Frontin', they frontin', everybody's frontin' 

Violent, Violent J is gonna tell ya something 

If ya know a b**** who got grits 

Kid Rock, Kid Rock will probably eat that s*** 

Boohoo motherf***er what'cha cry for? 

I'm that n**** that your b**** would die for 

The whore showed up at my front door 

So I f***ed her in the a** and I threw her out the back door 

The b**** thought it was a cake drive 

She said, drive me to the city, so I dropped her off at lakeside 

You driving me home, well, I meant ta 

But plans have changed so get your a** on the Centaur 

Hoe, this ain't no taxi I be mackin' hoes, they don't mack me 

Never slacking, hoes I be macking 

Kid Rock, Kid Rock never slacking, hoes I be macking 

Violent J serving ghetto hard street s*** 

The funk, the funk from the old days 

Violent J serving ghetto hard street s*** 

The funk from the old days 

Well, I'm up for the shot in a minute 

Show me a valley, I might yodel in it 

Like somebody else I know, I been to Mount Plen 

As I've been to Romeo, meow, meow 

Wicked clowns gonna flow for ya son 

Three for the treble, eight for the drum 

Five for the homies that I run with 

B**** call your mother 'cause you're done with 

Toe tip-toe, I snuck in your house 

And fell asleep butt-naked on the front couch 

So, excuse me, pops, I'm napping 

So could ya shut the f*** up with that yapping? 

And your wife's all worked up for nothing 

She act like she ain't never seen a wang or something 

'Cause it really don't matter, I'm a show my nuts to innocent bystander 

Every f***ing day 'cause it's about time I say 

Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? 

Yeah, let me tell you what I wanna do 

Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? 

I just said, ?It was motherf***er? 

Skinny dipping in the pool, you know, I drown hoes 

F*** them doggie style and play that a** like a bongo 

Hit it, hit, hi-hit it 

Hitting home rums and never wimp, ho 

Smoke my dick like it's a big spliff 

This ain't a blooper and I'm no joker 

But I can shoot a nut fifty foot like a Super Soaker 

But I won't pull it out for a cheap joke 

Instead I play John Holmes in a sequel to Deep throat 

Taste the nut in your mouth, just to school ya 

But ho, don't let the smooth taste fool ya 

Don't let the smooth taste fool ya