Lyrics to The Joker's Wild
The Joker's Wild Video:
"Welcome to another exciting episode of Del Ray's number onegame show, The Joker's Wild! Shaggy, tell us something abouttonight's contestants.""Hey, motherfuckersGet ready for the killer show of this bitchWe gotta cop, we gotta judge, and we gotta redneckSo step the fuck up and play the Joker's Wild!"[Violent J]Woohoo!Everybody smileGuess who's back on your underground dial (who?)It's the game show host with the most (Violent J)And tonight we finna have a little pig roastCop copper, it's been a long whileLace up your boots and come on down the aisleMr. Pig-Man packing that steelBut tonight, you ain't shit, now spin the fuckin wheelLooks good, nice tryNow let's see just how ya gonna die?Lucky, lucky, he landed on Carpenter JedHe just pounds nails in your foreheadThe pig got lucky that timeBut let's take a look who's next down the lineOh, the 43rd District judgeHey pal, remember meYou threw me in jailTake a spin or I'll snap your neckThe clicker's landed, let me checkThe Jokey, hey it ain't bad at allWe just cut your face off and slap your skullWho's next for the games and fun?Hillbilly Earl, come on down, runThe redneck that sicked his dog on meNow that's gonna cost you a spin, buddySpin around and around it goesStaple your lips shut, cut off your toesThen I throw your corpse on top of the pileAnything goes on the Joker's Wild"Tell me who killed 17 people and later ate their dead bodies?""Jeffrey Dahmer.""No, the correct answer would be your mother. Shaggs?""Aww, shit, motherfuckersGet ready for round two of this bitchSo, if you want your fucking neckbone choppedStep the fuck up and play the Joker's Wild!"[Violent J]You like big money and prizes, don't yaYou'd probably kill for a big prize, won't yaYa little bitch, it's your turn to spinFree money, now spin againOh goody, the unzip your drawersI'm finna clip this chain on your ballsRaise ya upside down for the bang badaNow we bust your head like a pinata (hey!)The audience loves that shitListen to em cheer when your forehead splitsWait! Cut to a break, oh shit, d-damn ahWe got guts on the camera"The Joker's Wild is brought to you by...FaygoEVERYBODY SING!!""Send your momma straight up to the store, tell that bitch to bring home aFaygo"[Violent J]Welcome back to the Carnival ShowHere's your chance for the big money cash flowHit your buzzer, pull your leverJoker, joker, lemon, we sever your headPick a door, one, two, or threeIt's the same behind every door, meThere's no escape, now gimme that bald headThe crowd can't help, look, they're all deadAt home they just watching your doomWe broadcast from hell to your living roomI ripped off his knuckle, wicked clown styleAnything goes on the Joker's Wild"It's time to play hit or miss. Contestant number one, open yourmouth. Contestant number two, get ready. Will he hit or miss....HE HIT! What's next?""We got money, we got cash, we got prizesWe got blood, we got gutsWe got naked dead bitches on the Joker's Wild"[Violent J]I got my yellow suit and my purple tieSomebody's gonna die, oh myIt's Mr. Thompson, my next door neighborAlways bitchin, yellin from the kitchenWindow, see he died and he went to hell thoughWe meet again, I got my own game showSpin the wheel, cuz I just can't fuck aroundBONUS ROUND!Oh shit, the end of the gameBonus round, we goin' out with a bangYou gotta chance for money and prizesYou gotta chance at death, too hahahSo get ready, I'm coming at'cha fastYour chance for freedom at lastFour questions, so are you ready, Jack?"Uh, I think so", load the gat"The cop in here?""Eats butt.""Yes. The square root of two?""Uhhh...""Correct. Nutsacs don't belong in?""Butt cracks""Right. Richboys eat?""Caviar.""No, the correct answers bullets." (gunshots)"Oh geez, this is Bink Chipperwink saying so long till next week folksSee ya later, goodbye""That's it, go home (aww!)"




Songwriters: BRUCE, JOSEPH / CLARK, MIKE E.
Publisher: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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