Welcome to the show, the traveling ghetto. No longer will the ghetto just be that slum that you keep your kids away from,
that slum that you drive through pointing and gawking at. No longer will the ghetto just be a slum that you hear about on
the news. If someone from this hell hole wanders into your neighborhood he is quickly noticed and harrassed and shunned back
into the home you've given him. As you watch the kids play in the park on your street you never even think about the kids
in the ghetto. If you don't care, who does?
Years of breathing the souls of rotted minds has created a bad case of 'Ghetto Insanity'. You walk their streets and are
stared at as a freak show, less than human, an ogre walking the streets paved with gold. If those of the ghetto are nothing
more than carnival exhibits to the upper class, then let's give them the show they deserve to see. No more hearing of this
show because you can witness it in your own front yard! A traveling mass of carnage, the same carnage witnessed daily in the
ghetto, can be yours to witness, feel and suffer. No longer killing one another, but killing the ones who have ignored our
cries for help. Like a hurricane leaving a trail of destruction, the Carnival of Carnage!
Intro,Carnival Of Carnival,The Juggla,1st Day Out,Red Neck Ho,Wizard Of Da Hood,Guts On The Ceiling,Is That You,Night
Of The Ax,Psychopathic,Blacken Your Eyes,Never Had It Made,Your Rebel Flag,Ghetto Freak Show,Taste
The day has come, the time of reckoning. Who will perish in dreaded hell and who's soul will be content within the pleasures
of heaven? Looking past the words spoken with a wicked tongue and looking past the evil deeds done in one's life, but instead
looking into the conscious of man.
What is the real evil that seems to plague mankind? Who are the real demons that walk this earth? Is it those whose minds
have become devious because of a lifetime spent inside of a caged hell, or is it those who invented this caged hell years
ago and done nothing to help destroy it yet?Who's guilty, Frankenstein or the doctor that created him? The sword, or the man
who has slain with it?Which is the real evil, the man who kills another for food or the man who does not share his food to
avoid the killing? While you sit in judgement of a criminal, you may very well be the one who's guilty. Guilty of greed, deception
Those who are rejected at the gates of heaven, shall be dragged off into the pits of hell. Viciously torn from this life
by the non-living, the phantoms of the dead.These beasts take the form of a demented carnival, that of a wicked, dark, circus,
led by one. One who was created by your own evil ways. One who will judge your very fate. The one known only as... The
Wax Museum,Murder Go Round,Chickn Huntn,Mr. Johnsons Head,SouthWest Song,Get Off Me Dog,Who Asked You,The Dead
One,My Fun House,For The Maggots,Wagon Wagon,The Loons,Love Song,Bugz On My Nugz,House Of Mirrors,Ringmasters Word
Time flows like a dark horde, consuming all in its path. Man lives his life in the blink of an eye. Just as day becomes
night, all life fades into death. In death each person will be judged for his deeds performed while alive. There are the few
who walk a life of purpose, and there are those who trod the path of greed, their souls host to demons. Time slows near each
person's end. Those whose deeds were evil grasp onto life as long as they can because, though they don't know what awaits
them in the afterlife, they feel for them it is a horror beyond words. Time stops in this world, as the heart becomes still
and the soul leaves the body. In the afterlife time is eternal, and even death is but a new beginning. For you see, when you
step into death your soul steps upon the floor of a dark chamber and you look to see it empty, except for a strange looking
box on an old wooden table. On the front of the box, you will see a painted question mark faded with time and a twisted crank
handle on its side. Turning the handle, a sharp melodic tune will fill the air. For the evil ones this sound will be a deafening
noise reverberating off the walls and building into a climatic terror. But the surprise is when the music stops as you slowly
turn the handle... and then the top of the box pops. For the few, they will see a vision of God with a golden light warming
their souls as they step forth into eternal peace. For most they will see a fog seeping from the box, stripping their sanity,
as they witness an image of hell, spawned and formed fromtheir own evil; a hideous reflection of their demented souls. The
floor of the room begins falling away as they plummet into a bottomless pit full of shadowy creatures, forever to be lost
in a sinister void. What will be in store for you is the mystery, but if you take a look within yourself you will find the
answer. For now, you still have time to change the outcome of... the mighty Riddle Box.
Intro,Riddlebox,The Show Must Go On,Chickn Huntn(Slaughter House Mix),Interveiw,Toy Box,Cemetery Girl,3 Rings,Headless
Boogie,The Jokers Wild,Dead Body Man,A Lil Somthn Somthn,OL Evil,12,The Killing Fields,Im Coming Home
From deep within the Netherworld of shadow walkers comes yet another exhibit of the Dark Carnival. He is the master of
the art of using magic without magic. He is a Necromaster... the craft of using magic through the dead. Dead meaning both
physically and mentally. This spectacle shall be witnessed only by those who are meant to see it. Look deep inside of your
soul and ask yourself... Do you hold a ticket to witness the show? The answer lies within yourself. He is the fourth to rise.
He feeds upon one's own greed. He is powered by one's own jealousy, lust, and temptation. To envision yourself with something
that rightfully does not belong to you... that is the illusion cast by him. To act upon this vision and seek it out at the
expense of another... that is the magic cast by him. Continuous dreamers of profit at the cost of another are pledged and
haunted by his wizardry. Others are content and satisfied with what they can achieve by themselves and have not the urge to
tamper with another's well being for quick gain. They see him only as a hoax and see no illusions or magic by he. It is simple...
He is you. His illusions are your evil thoughts. Your evil acts are his magic - yesterday, now and forever. You and he are
the fourth to rise... You and he are the master of Necromancy... You the dead and him the magic. Together, you and he are
The Great Milenko.
Intro,Great Milenko,Hokus Pokus,Piggy Pie,How Many Times?,Southwest Voodoo,Halls Of Illusions,Under The Moon,What
Is A Juggalo?,House Of Horrors,Boogie Woogie Wu
The Amazing Jeckal Brothers
His evil influence flows from the city streets like red molten ooze, filling every alley and gutter. There are those who
are burnt by it, like the charred remains of a napalm strike. He moves in silence, yet with his heat comes ear-shattering
screams as the masses are scorched in his choking smoke of corruption. His fire consumes like a lethal injection flowing through
the veins of a dying convict. Hosts of small red ants crawl in the wake of his presence, biting and stinging flesh. His holocaust
fills the woods of hope and prosperity like a wave of hungry piranhas on a newborn lamb. He goes by many names, but for now
let it be spoken like the force of a fireball bursting into a crowd. He's Jack, pure and simple... Jack Jeckel.
His glow of compassion kindles the heart, like a campfire on a cold winter's eve. His embers burn eternally, spreading
the flame of mercy like a warm blanket over the shoulders of a vagabond. His kindness is fueled by sympathy for human suffering,
but his inferno of righteous cause, incinerates creatures of sin to ash. The torch of his salvation guides wanderers in the
dark abyss to freedom. Its flaring sparks float on the winds of change, like soaring birds recently freed from a dreary cage.
Laughter explodes forth from the essence of his being, radiating the land with childish joy. He has many names, but for now
let it be spoken like melodic music drifting through the air. He's Jake, true indeed... Jake Jeckel.
Emerging from the Dark Carnival like phantom smoke drifting into the minds of men, they are the Amazing Jeckel Brothers.
A chaotic duo of juggling masters, Jack "the sinister" and Jake "the just" juggle the sins of mortal men. The price of admission
to their show is a mere human soul.
When death creeps around and life decays, the departed spirit will begin its journey. A vision of a candle will begin to
form like a distant dream with billowing smoke rising from its eternal flame. In this thick haze the deceased will begin to
see an image of Jake and Jack Jeckel juggling red balls between themselves. Each ball soaked in fresh blood and pulsating
like an erratic living heart. For every sin committed in a mortal's life another ball is added to their unearthly performance
and the harder it becomes. The deceased will witness sinister Jack throwing Jake curves in a vile attempt to see a ball drop.
For if they should fumble in their act, a pit of infinite evil shall open beneath the feet of the viewer and cast the soul
into an eternity of pain and suffering. Success on the other hand, opens the gates of Shangri-La and grants one ascension
into pure enlightenment and peace.
Jack and Jake Jeckel rest in all of us for they are the very fabric of our being conscience and soul. There is no escape
from their Juggling act because there is no way to escape from ourselves. Only in death will we realize this as we twist and
spin to the other side?
Intro,Jake Jeckal,Bring It On,I Want My Shit,Bitches,Terrible,I Sta People,Another Love Song,Everybody Rize,Play With Me,Jack
Jeckal,Fuck The World,The Shaggy Show,Mad Professor,Assassins,Echo Side,Nothings Left
A pressence can be felt by those who have followed thy epic saga as told by thy Insane Clown Posse. It is a presence that
is synonymous with thy crumbling of time itself. Thus emerges a being so powerful that he can exist between both the land
of thy living, and that of the dead. He goes by many names but is known to thy living only as Thy Wraith. He walks
upon worlds forgotten, and descends from Heavens; fade into gray to witness thy death of all mortal things, so that he may
guide thy departed upon thy path that they have chosen. Only now will we truly understand thy meaning of thy saga, for this
saga all along, each Jokers Card, is actually none other than... thy echo of our lives.
songs:The Wraith Hells Pit
Intro,Walk Into The Darkness,Suicide Hotline,C.P.K.S,Truly Alone,Everyday I Die,The Night Of The 44,Bowling Balls,24,Burning
Up,Sedatives,In Mt Room,Basehead Attack,Angels Falling,Manic Depressive,Real UnderGround Baby
songs:The Wraith Shangrila
Walk Into Thy Light,Welcome To The Show,Get Ya Wicked On,Murder Rap,Birthday Bitches,Blaaam!!!,It Rains Diamonds,The Staleness,Hells
Forecast,Juggalo Homies,Aint Yo Bidness,We Belong,Cotton Candy And Popscicles,Crossing The Bridge,The Ravens Mirror,The