[Intro: Makzilla as Circus Announcer]

Ladies and gentlemen, hurry hurry hurry! Step right up and witness the sad circus! Come one, come all, to the sad circus! Step right up and see the lonely poor bastard. Witness, the man with no hope. Stories guaranteed to be tear jerkers. Now without further adieu, the sad circus!

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]

I had so many plans, 'cause I got plenty fans

I thought that I was never gonna be alone to spend these grands

But it seems that every girl that I dated somehow hated the way I loved

And I mated with so many, now the ones that with it, it's not any; they all ran

I thought that I was gonna be Hugh Hef, six women to go two step but not one of my crews left

Kids are growing up and they got lives now, nobody arise now

Used to be married but narcissism let my bride down

I used to be a playa, I used to be afraid of bein' alone

But they all eventually said "I'll see ya later..." much later...

Sittin' in this plush lair, must say I'm stuck in a rut

I guess not enough prayer

'Cause ain't nobody came back, I bust the same raps

But ain't no dame pack, wish I could change that

They say that I'm extra, I'm messed up and I murk the deals

That I have with them in the past but I miss 'em and it hurts for real

[Chorus: Courtney Kuhnz]

See the man with the broken heart (He's just right over there)

All alone he stands so lonely in this world so cold

And he's been hopeless from the start (He feels like no one cares)

Born alone, he'll die so lonely, saddest story ever told

[Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung]

Sooner or later rumors will tear me up in pieces

And he's just bad luck everywhere I go I'm sick of this steepness

More money more problems, no money problems gettin' worse

He don't have to get bloody but he didn't have to get hurt

Fuck I'm so tired of all this cryin', it don't work

It's affectin' my work, not even carin' about my worth

Thin line between love and raps, Strange got the fans comin' back

Bad plus bad run in packs, startin' to think is a curse

I can't do it without you nigga

Can't be done without me nigga

Well, yes it can, wait, please don't do it without me nigga'

Strange move on without these lyrics, makin' it to where these fans can hear it

I'ma have to get done I'm near it, Brotha Lynch Hung you can't be serious

I'm starin' at these pills, in the back of the Cadillac, and matta' fact

I got it, I grip my steel, I'm always on this suicide thinkin' that's how I feel

I figure if I get rid of these pills nobody would care if I'm killed

My label's on the road, me just sittin' at home, see

Spittin that chrome, he gettin' that gold

We get that call and then we run up in they house, gun up in they mouth

Just know it's Madesicc Strange that's what I'm talkin' 'bout

[Chorus: Courtney Kuhnz]

See the man with the broken heart (He's just right over there)

All alone he stands so lonely in this world so cold

And he's been hopeless from the start (He feels like no one cares)

Born alone, he'll die so lonely, saddest story ever told

[Makzilla as Circus Announcer]

Thank you! For coming, to the sad circus...come again...or not...hahahaha...

[Outro: Tech N9ne]

I'm falling, I'm crawling, I'm yelling but no one can hear me calling. I'm crying, profusely, sometimes I wish somebody would just come and noose me