[Spoken: Violent J, Shaggy 2 Dope]
Where once a mighty crowd did enter
Now blows the bitter wind of winter
Where once did mighty echo sounds
Challenge linger at the ground
The carnival has traveled down
But in the winds still rains the sound
As the Easter on the trees
A gathering saddles begs released
Across the lands, the head will turn
As in their hearts, the call will burn
Through those six stories have been told
This travelings soul will never fold
As lеgends hear and feel as well
Through Shangri-La in pitch of thе Hell
That goes the second still sell know
The wicked joy of the carnage shows
The celebrations, they have earned
Well, to this Earth, the gathering turn
Abyss's simmers in the head
And those towards scene had best beware
Juggalos, can you hear the sounds?
Of hatchet chops and Wicked Clowns?
For soon, your cell come from your beer
Without another watch this year
The carnival will binds you all together
And sell carry on, forever!
So we sell another once again!
And then the place'll sell begin!
And from these woods, you'll hear us cry
The Wicked Clowns will NEVER DIE!!!