Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mike E. Clark
Programming
Shaggy 2 Dope
Vocals
Violent J
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mike E. Clark
Songwriter
Joseph Utsler
Songwriter
Joseph Bruce
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Insane Clown Posse
Producer
Mike E. Clark
Producer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
John Polito
Editing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Let's meet contestant number one
He's a schizophrenic, serial killer clown who says
Women love his sexy smile
Let's find out if his charm will work on Sharon
Sharon, what's your question?
Contestant number one
I believe first impressions last forever
So, let's say you were to come over to my parents house and have dinner with me and family
Tell me what you'd do to make that first impression really stick
[Verse 2]
Let's see
Well, I'd have to think about it
I might show up in a tux, ha, but I doubt it
I'd probably just show up naked like I always do
And look your momma in the eye and tell her, "Fuck you"
Hurry up, bitch, I'm hungry, I smell spaghetti
I'd pinch her loopy ass and tell her, "Get the food ready"
Your dad would probably start trippin' and get me pissed
I'd have to walk up and bust him in his fuckin' lips
It's dinner time, we're hearin' grace from your mother
I'd pull a forty out and pour some for your little brother
I'm steady-starin' at your sister
I'll tell ya this, you know for only thirteen she got some big tits
After that, your dad would try jump again
And only this time, I'd put the forty to his chin
After your mom does the dishes and the silverware
I'd dry fuck her till I nut in my underwear
[Verse 3]
Now let's meet contestant number two
He's a psychopathic, deranged crackhead freak
Who works for the Dark Carnival
He says, women call him Stretch Nuts
Sharon, let's hear your question
[Verse 4]
I like a man who's not afraid to show his true emotions
A man who expresses himself in his own special way
Number two, if you fell in love with me, exactly how would you let me know?
[Verse 5]
First thing, I could never love you
You sound like a ritchie-bitch, yo, fuck you
But if I did, I'd probably show you that I care
By takin' all these other muthafuckers outta here
I'd go through your phone book and whack 'em all
And find contestant number one and break his fuckin' jaw (What?)
Anyone who looked at you, would have to pay
I'd be blowin' fuckin' nuggets off all day
I'd grab your titties and stretch 'em down past your waist
Let 'em go and watch 'em both spring up in your face
I'd sing love songs to you the best I can
Get you naked and hit it like a caveman
[Verse 6]
Then we'd go to the beach and walk through the sand
I throw a little in your face and say I'm just playin'
As you spit it all out, I'd rub your back
And grab your underwear and wedge it up your ass crack
[Verse 7]
Well, it sounds like contestant number two is just overflowing with sensitivity, Sharon
It's a tough choice so far
Sharon, let's have your last question and see which one is gonna win the rights to your neden
[Verse 8]
Ok, if we were at a dance club and you both noticed me at the same time
Tell me, how would you each get my attention and what would your pick line be? (Well)
Whoever's the smoothest wins
[Verse 9]
Ok, first, I'd slide up to the bar and tell you that I can't believe how fuckin' fat you are
I'd tell you that I like the way you make your titties shake
And if you lost a little weight, you'd look like Ricki Lake
[Verse 10]
Fuck that
You'd be jockin' me quick
I'd order you a drink and stir it with my dick
And then to get your attention in the crowded place
I'd simply walk up and stick my nuts in your face
[Verse 11]
Yeah, freak her with your nuts, yo, that'll get her
Tell her that she's fat, yeah, that'll work even better
Look, fuck you, I got a strong rap
Shit, you don't want contestant number two, he's mad whack
I walked into a barn and there he was
Standin' up on a bucket, eww, tryna fuck it
It was a big fuckin' smelly ass farm llama
[Verse 12]
Damn, dawg
How you gonna diss your mamma?
Written by: Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark, Joseph William Utsler