Madhouse
Insane Clown Posse Lyrics

Welcome... to the Madhouse...
The song begins by inviting listeners into the Madhouse, a world full of supernatural occurrences and terror.

Here ghost wail and moan
It is a haunted house where ghosts are heard crying and moaning in pain.

Skeletons rattle trying to escape there prisoning coffins (Wicked Shit)
The skeletons are heard clattering, trying to escape from their coffins, but they are never able to do so. This glorifies death.

Grimlins and skulls gasp a death (ICP Tech N9ne)
The songwriters tell us that skulls and monsters also die in this Madhouse.

You have enterd the Mad House
The entry into the Madhouse is difficult, and only those who are brave or mad enough may enter.

Sombody open the fuckin door and let me in!
The singer pleads to be allowed into the Madhouse.

The worlds are about to get me again
Escaping to the Madhouse is a refuge from the struggles of the outside world.

Shit ain't pretend I'm safer in the madhouse
The Madhouse is a more secure place where nothing is fake or artificial.

Clinging to the selene like a spider
The artist feels secure in the Madhouse and does everything to hold on to it as a spider does with its web.

I'm out of your mind like frozen fire
The artist is crazy, but their madness is calm and unrelenting simultaneously like frozen fire.

Razorblade fingers scratchin my neck
The presence within the Madhouse is dangerous and it scratches the singer's neck with its sharp nails.

Lost in the maze I found a dragon barbeque in the back
In the Madhouse, there is a labyrinth that the artist is lost in and finds a dragon being barbecued.

A arm came out of the toilet and squaws my balls
A hand reaches out from the toilet and hurts the singer's testicles.

That shirt hurt got me head but holes in the walls
The singer is so disoriented in the Madhouse that he bumps into a wall while trying to avoid that arm.

I wanna see you!
The singer wants to meet his audience inside the Madhouse.

I hear you!
The songwriter hears his audience's demands to open the door and let them in.

I catch spirits and ghosts by there invisible throats and then tear through (tear through)
The artist can catch ghosts and spirits by their neck and then destroy them.

Never scary boo bitch I'm a kamikaze
The singer isn't afraid of death, even if it means sacrificing himself; he is brave enough like a kamikaze.

Swimmin through the living room watching joni and chachi
Reference to Happy Days, the singer navigates the living room like a fish in a pool, while things around him are bizarre.

And then I realize I'm potsy trapped in the tv
The artist experiences entrapment and displacement after being sucked into the TV and left in a Happy Days reality.

Sombody changed the channel and got the better of me
The artist is confused with the change in the channel and cannot find relevance.

Your ain't never gettin in and we ain't never gettin out
Refers to the Madhouse where once entering, it's impossible to escape.

Cause I hold the key to unlock this madhouse!
The key is metaphorical, and the songwriters control the Madhouse.

So many dimensions and lines except for these levels of dips and devil
The Madhouse materializes in different dimensions with every level having a more sinister plot.

Ain't been alright sense the ghetto better wait for my temper settle
The Madhouse has a way of disorienting and clouding the sane, only for those who can hold it together in its terror can survive.

Cause my mind is a madhouse the n9ne fittin spaz out
The song writer's minds have become their madhouse where they are susceptible and break down.

Player haters don't throw stones if you grind in a glass house
Those who are vulnerable cannot cast aspersions on those who live in more fragile, transparent environments.

Sometimes when I lash out I pass out how sick and insanse and vain can this be
The artist has moments of uncontrolled outbursts which subside just as quickly, highlighting the unpredictable and dangerous nature of the Madhouse.

Wanna fly your little head like a frisbee six six triple eight forty-six ninede nine thrisde
The songwriters jest about wanting to throw someone's head like a frisbee, which is a grotesque but ironic comparison.

This strange and psychopathic homie this is not disney
The Madhouse is no utopia, and no such pleasantness as the Disney universe exists within it.

The madhouse continues to pin you send you psycho bitches to the back of the venue
The Madhouse continues to contain and restrain the sane and the insane within it, entrapping them and releasing them as per its will.

Then you slitther when like when I'm here in you or off in you
The artist has transcended physical boundaries, and he can go from being within someone to being off them.

Then my homies 2 dope and Jay do you up somthin real ???
It's unclear what kind of vengeance Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope might take upon those who find themselves lost in the Madhouse.

Level of madness extasy shrooms and acid
The Madhouse is on another level of insanity than even the most potent psychedelic drugs.

Beats release but you can't find me in lake placid
The Madhouse generates a similar kind of fear, but it is more intense than Lake Placid.

Finnaly in missouri dissily struttin with a bad bitch
The artist finally gets to Missouri, staggering with a woman who is considered not suitable for him.

Her last kid was disastres ICP on some Mad Shit!
The singer remembers the woman has a problematic history with an ex-lover and associates it with ICP's Mad Shit mentality.

Peekaboo anybody home? where you at?
After entering the Madhouse, the singer wonders where they are and if anyone is there.

Tryin to be sneaky creeping behind me mutha facka I saw that rail
The paranoia within the Madhouse makes the singer cautious, but they still see things.

Maybe its a mirror or a different person he was grabbin his nuts and spittin and curseing at me fag!
The artist is not sure if he is looking at himself in the mirror or if he is a different person doing vulgar and insulting things.

There somethings in this life that I fail to understand even as even as a grown man I don't comprehend
The Madhouse has things that are unexplainable and complex, which can't be understood, even by a grown man.

Like how in the fuck did I walk up the stairs and some fucking how I ended up down here
The Madhouse's labyrinth has herculean characteristics where the singer ends up in a random spot, even though they remember going somewhere else.

Well laughing and giggleing like a little school girl with my homies Jay and Tech ain't even there Hmmm
Despite the terror and confusion within the Madhouse, somehow, the singer finds himself enjoying it, but indicates Jay and Tech aren't present.

What the fuck not a damn single bitch in this place but some ones figgin my nuts
The artist is all alone, but someone is still molesting him in the Madhouse, unsettling him further.

I got it done well sittin with my pants around my ankles dry humpin my hand
The artist expresses that he is entertaining himself even when he is alone, which seems strange and senseless.

A lot of mother fucker claim the insanity plead but not me
Although the artist is in the Madhouse, he is not insane, unlike many people who fake insanity to get away with their crimes.

Its this house that's gone mad I'm insane as can be!
The Madhouse has driven the singer to a level of insanity that is beyond human comprehension.

Mad...House... Mad House
This line repeats many times, driving home the point that the Madhouse is, in fact, mad.

Let me out the Madhouse
Finally, the singer pleads to end the nightmare and escape the Madhouse.

Let me out the Madhouse
The repeated line reinforces the singer's desire to leave the Madhouse.

Let me out the Madhouse
The final words reiterate desperately the desire of the singer to escape the Madhouse's perpetual terror.