Clownheads Songtext
von Insane Clown Posse

No, no, no, no two are the same two are the same
No, no, no two are the same, two are the same
No, no, no, no, no two are the same, two are the same
No one, no one, no two are the same, two are the same

Sir, for an answer to a question, might I bother
Are you a tag team champ alone without a partner?
It′s sheer bull you've been through? no ear hole to vent to?
I suspect all your coin has been spent through, and rent′s due
For you, an authentic clown head painting (what's this for?)

Just to hang for good luck, and a slice of decor
Thirteen colorful clown heads, vividly seen
Unique, 'xept for the color red on all thirteen (Clown heads)
Teamwork created еvery one, no two are thе same

Not by its looks, its attitude, its swagger, its frame
Some don′t like the sun, some are afraid of the dark, it varies
Some other reason that the dark is scary
Clown heads are for collectors, not trading or dealing
Sell or trade your clown head, and you just play with his feelings


And it will get you back, not with black magic or voodoo
If that shit′s in your home, it ain't the clown head, it′s you, dude

Clown heads, clown heads, colorful clown heads
Clown heads, clown heads hang on the wall (no two are the same)
Clown heads, clown heads, there when you fall (no two are the same)
Loneliness gone thanks to your newfound friend

Every clown head is painted with a blend of red
Mixed with the actual blood the wicked clowns have bled
J and Shaggy's DNA is spread right on the canvas
They bled for every clown head, bitch, understand this

(Now, at first glance), I just thought it was some dumb-ass painting
The big head of a stupid-ass clown
Talk to it, your entire life could start changing
If it likes you, it′ll turn your luck around (on the contrary)

Clown heads, all thirteen sensational
Hers is motivational, his is confrontational
More colors than an Antarctic dawn Pacific sunrise (beautiful)


Most cat'll hiss and growl and stare in its eyes
You don′t believe yours has a spirit? Then go ask a cleric
But, homie, don't be surprised if he won't even go near it (hell no)
And just because it has a soul doesn′t mean that it′s evil
Shit, it might be hella good, or retarded, like people

But don't leave your clown head locked up in the attic
Or in the cellar (no) ′cause visions grow few and sporadic
But when it's ignored (uh oh)
It grows bored, and that′s when it's had it
The magic luck and fortune becomes unfortunate and tragic

Clown heads, clown heads, colorful clown heads
Clown heads, clown heads hang on the wall (no two are the same)
Clown heads, clown heads, there when you fall (no two are the same)
Loneliness gone thanks to your newfound friend

Every clown head is painted with a blend of red
Mixed with the actual blood the wicked clowns have bled
J and Shaggy′s DNA is spread right on the canvas
They bled for every clown head, bitch, understand this (understand this, understand this)

Always be nice to your clown head, every morning say hey
Don't just forget him, he'll think he′s over welcomed his stay
And an unhappy clown head can make an unhappy home
At night, you′ll hear its ghostly growls, howls, and moans

So fuckin' kooky and spooky, have nana countin′ them stones
Plus, you'll have to deal with its infliction of bones
Doors open and close, phones rings, knocks and doorbells
And portals on the floor that′ll surely send you to Hell

But if you're nice and need some
Breakin′ (first?) slice the bitch some bacon
Spiced and fixed like steak and then priced and shipped to Satan
Christ, that bitch you're datin', her eyes are pierced with hatin′
(Why′s the kitchen stinking? We're vegans, what shit you makin′?)

They ain't havin′ their pics taken, so if your crib is shakin'
You pissed it off, the inner beast within it has awakened
Say sorry for your mistake, blame that shit that you been takin′
And don't ever disrespect your clown head painting, it's just forsaken

Clown heads, clown heads, colorful clown heads
Clown heads, clown heads hang on the wall (no two are the same)
Clown heads, clown heads, there when you fall (no two are the same)
Loneliness gone thanks to your newfound friend

Every clown head is painted with a blend of red
Mixed with the actual blood the wicked clowns have bled
J and Shaggy′s DNA is spread right on the canvas
They bled for every clown head, bitch, understand this
(Understand this, understand this)