Lyrics:

"Comaley, get up. Let's go."
"What?"
"Well, it's your lucky day today, pal. You're free."
"Uh, what do you mean?"
"Yup, that's right you been pardoned. So come on get your shit
Let's go."
"What are you talking about, I don't understand?"
"Yup, governor's pardoned you. Now come on, let's get the fuck
out of here."
"Uh, uh, I'm free. Are you serious!?"
"Fuck no, you got for more years, stupid ass. Hahahaha. Every
fuckin day, you fall for it. Fuckin stupid ass."

Wicked clown!

When I get out, I'm going home to southwest
Going straight to my freaks and get undressed
And I'm a hit it like an insane chicken hawk
Hoochie, won't be able to walk

When I get out, I'm a run around town naked
Cuz my freedom feels good, I can't fake it
I let my nuts flop to the hip-hop
I wanna chop chop punk cop flip flop

When I get out, I'm going to my mother's house
She gonna cook a steak and serve it with brussel sprouts
But I don't care, she can cook a cinder block
And I'm a chew it on up to the last rock

When I get out, I'm putting on my new shoes
But I don't see anybody sportin kangaroos
And them wizaby shorts are history
But so what, I'm a sport mine like a G

Wicked clowns! Check it out y'all
Wicked clowns! We gettin out y'all
Wicked clowns! Check it out y'all
Wicked clowns! We gettin out

When I get out, I'm going to the festivals
Cussing, rude, and scratching my testicles
Like we did before we got locked down
I'm coming back around, the wicked clown

When I get out, I'm a throw a party
And guess who shows up, nobody!
I just sit alone and play solitaire
I don't care, at least I won't be here

When I get out, I'm coming back to Del Ray
So I can breathe the smog but that's okay
Cuz I'd much rather whif that shit
Then my cellmate Rico's funky armpits

When I get out, I'm heading straight to the store
For a big long cold thing of Faygo
And I'm a drink it down to the very end
After that, I eat the bottle that it came in

Wicked clowns! Check it out y'all
Wicked clowns! We gettin out y'all
Wicked clowns! Check it out y'all
Wicked clowns! We gettin out

"Yeah, let me call this broad up, tell her I'm getting out.
This is my baby, ya know what I'm saying."
"What's up, baby, man, it's me."
"Wait a minute."
"J?"
"Who the hell is this? WHO THE HELL IS THIS?!"

When I get out, I'm shooting someone in the head
Somebody been sleeping in my bed
I never thought my sweetheart would sell me out
Now I gotta walk up and blow her mouth out

Wicked clown
Wicked wicked clown

When I get out, I'm back to the good life
So don't sweat me, Officer Barney Fife
In the pen, I seen your cop friend butt son
Seen daddy like to use his butt some

When I get out, it's all about the underground
I'll crawl back into the pipes and never be found
So when you brush your teeth
You might see my eyeball looking at you through the sink

Wicked clowns! Check it out y'all
Wicked clowns! We gettin out y'all
Wicked clowns! Check it out y'all
Wicked clowns! We gettin out

I'm getting out, I'm getting out!

Guess who's coming to your big town
Jugglin jugglers jugglin jugglers (kiss the clown)

[Hidden track]

[Violent J]
Hm. You’re still here
That must mean you wanna play?
You’re a stupid ass!

[Host]
Hello, everyone *laughs* jeez
I’m your host, Bink Chipperwink, here once again
Let’s get ready to play:
“You’re a Stupid Ass!”
Okay, stupid ass. The rules are simple:
You simply solve our mathematical clues to figure out your prize
And that prize is: a phone number! (Ooh)
When you call the number, you can hear the name of the new album and fourth Joker’s Card (Fresh!)
Ready, stupid ass? Here’s your clue
The area code is 1-313
Now, for the rest:

The first digit is...

[Violent J]
I’m chillin’ butt naked with two bitches
One of ‘em’s the girl from Letters to Cleo
The other one’s Janet Jackson
Now, how many titties all together is there for me to suck on?

The number is...
The next digit is?

[Legz Diamond]
Jimmy has two balls and one wang
So does Tommy
They both got two balls and one dick each
Now, if Jimmy gave Tommy one of his balls
How many balls would Tommy have, in his nut sack

The number is?
The next digit is?

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
There’s ten rednecks ridin’ in the back of an old pickup truck drivin’ down a dirt road
Now, the truck his a bump, and I’d be God blessed if two of them chickens didn’t fall out the back of the truck and bust their fuckin’ heads
Now how many red necks still made it to Grammy Ma’s for supper?

The number is..
The next digit is?

[Legz Diamond]
Let’s say, one mornin’, while having crumpets and tea
You decided to stick your finger in your bum
Now, last night, you ‘ad your finger in your mate’s bum
In the last twenty-four hours, how many bums have you ‘ad your finger in?
(Maybe it’s because I’m a Londoner)

The number is..
The next digit is?

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
You got ten bottles of Faygo
Your boy Lewie drank one
And your mama drank another one
And another one was artic sun flavor (Ew)
So you threw it away ‘cause it tastes like shit!
Now how many bottles of Faygo you got left?

The number is..
The next digit is?

[Violent J]
It’s four bitches at your boy’s house
One of ‘ems straight as fuck
And another one’s got big fat fuckin’ titties
Now, another one’s kinda ugly
But you heard that she can fuck like a wild banshee
And the last one looks like a boy
And probably gots nuts hangin’ under her neden
Now, how many bitches did you try to fuck that night?

The number is..
The last digit is?

[Violent J]
There’s ten clowns in a mosh pit
After the show, the makeup wore off everybody’s face
And then you realize that three of ‘em
Were really punk-ass bigot rich boys
Just fakin’ the funk
How many real juggalos were left
To team up and beat their asses

The number is..
And there you have it
Good luck, contestants

[Host]
Well, okay. *laughs*
You shouldn’t have too much trouble figuring these out
But if you do, and you can’t seem to figure out the phone number
Well, then it looks like:
“You’re a stupid ass!”
*laughing*