[Intro]

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 ado 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 made it with so many, now the ones that with it, its not any; they all ran

I thought that I was gonna be hugh hef, 6 women to go 2-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 lata'"; much lata'

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 and I miss 'em and it hurts for real

[Hook 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

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

All 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

Its 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 you 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'mma 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, me gettin' that gold

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

Just know this madesicc strange, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout

[Hook]

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

All alone he stands so lonely in this world so cold

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

All alone he'll die so lonely saddest story ever told

Saddest story ever told

Saddest story ever told

[Outro]

Thank you for coming to the sad circus

Come again or not

I'm falling I'm crawling

I'm yellin' but no one can hear me calling

I'm cryin' profusely

Sometimes I wish somebody would just come and noose me