Insane Clown Posse Album

To all that are receiving this broadcast we are now entering our
thirteenth hour of continuing cloud coverage. This ongoing event has been
upgraded to a national emergency. It has been a sleepless night here in Metro
Detroit as panic and terror has swept the streets. It seems much of Detroit
as well as the rest of the country are still unsettled by this unexplainable
cloud that still clutches the sky. From New York to Honolulu, Miami to
Fairbanks the expansion of the cloud has subsided but a wall of darkness and
artificial night still grips the land. Witnesses now tell us that thousands
upon thousands of people are emerging from sewers everywhere their faces are
painted and they look like CLOWNS!!! The people are running and screaming but
eye witnesses say they're not in pain its almost like a strange type of joy
has overtaken them. At this time we do not know where or why the people are
running but there seems to be an organized plan directing there action. Its
like a guiding force is giving them supernatural stamina. The immense crowd
of clowns are now on the move all in unison moving in one direction towards
an unknown destination. Its almost as if they see what others cannot heeding
an inaudible call that silently pierces this calm before the storm.

I could get naked right here
I'd look like a fuckin polar bear
Then I'd have to attack
Fuck you up like that
Psyhcopathic, hatchet chops
Slappin ninjas out of hidin spots

To the left, to the right
Over here,there,we everywhere
All these underground down with the bottom
Bottom,bottom,bum,bum,bottom Censor me for your radio list
Fuck ya'll bitches--miss
Well I guess I'll never be a radio star
Wouldn't work anyway, I'm way too Bizzar

Anybody here? (Everybody here)
We got the gear (Crank up right here)
Anybody care? (Don't nobody care)
We jokers,jokers,jokers
Anybody here? (Everybody here)
We got the gear (Crank up right here)
Anybody care? (Don't nobody care)
Whut,whut,whut,whut,whut

Shh.It's a dead body in my trunk
Wanta see it? Fuck around and you'll be it
Jamie Madrox and Monoxcide Child
Wicked wild,give it to me,give it to me
Been waggling my dick since the seventh grade
Freak Show grabbin my balls and gettin paid
As my old bitch,we don't play
Hair wigged out and my eyes all grey
No more rappin,no more shows
I'm goin back to school and workin at Kinkos
I'll ride around all dayon a mountain bike all day
Hey!(honk) I got the right of way
Stab,shoot,chop,cut,drill
I just wanta kill
No matter where you go motherfucker Dark Carnival ain't far
And it's plain Bizzar

If you a juggalo and you won't sell out say-
Fuck everybody on the dance floor
If you ever had to fuck a fat bitch in the mouth say-
Fuck everybody on the dance floor
If you want a little Faygo and you want it fast say-
Fuck everybody on the dance floor
If you like feeling up on your homeboy's ass say-

Oh,oh shit

These killas don't dance we boggie
We boggie woggie woo, thats all we do
See ya,see ya,see ya
I'm back,i'm back,i'm back,i'm back
Dark Lotus come for your ass
Only team you on,Sunday bowling
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Play that backwards for secret info
Hold up a minute(zip)damn
Couldn't wait man
All done
Now if I could only choke someone
REDRUM! A ruthless stalker
Slap old ladys off they walker
Take my hand little bitch,come along
It ain't that far
Welcome to the Bizzar

Anybody here? (Everybody here)
We got the gear (Crank up right here)
Anybody care? (Don't nobody care)
We jokers,jokers,jokers
Anybody here? (Everybody here)
We got the gear (Crank up right here)
Anyboby care? (Don't nobody care)

Why, every time I reach for the sky I can only reach so high, why
why, every time I head-but a brick wall I always crack my skull, why
why, every time I stab somebody, I always get my clothes bloody, why
why, every time I drive down the wrong side of the street, everybody wanna beep,
why
why, every time I'm broke and I sell rock I wind up in a cell block, why
why, every time I shoot somebody in the face, pigs give chase, why
why, every time I drink a little gasoline, I shit my spleen, why
why, when I try to fly like a birdy, I wind up on a gurney, why

[Chorus 2x]
Won't you tell me why
someone tell me why
Jesus tell me why
I must find out why

Why, every time I swallow a fat head nail, my neck feels stale, why
Why, every time I contact dark spirits, they wanna break my mirrors, why
Why, every time I choke a friends neck, he don't come back, why
Why, every time I stab my eyes with an ice pick, I cant see shit, why
Why, every time I play chicken with a train, it wins the game, why
Why, every time I wake the dead up, the try to eat my head up, why
Why, every time I see my reflection, I see no direction, why
Why, every time I order a taco, you want a bite muthafucko, tell me why

[Chorus 2x]
Won't you tell me why
someone tell me why
Jesus tell me why
I must find out why

Why, every time I raise my arms in celebration, playahation, why
Why, just cause I'm dead decayed and past, you give me no ass, why
Why, every time I chew on thumb tacks, I get blood on my snacks, why
Why, every time I kick faygos in the sky, you wanna know why, why
Why, every time an angel wanna kiss me, it always seems to miss me, why
Why, why does Shangri-La seem so far away, you better leave to day, why

[Chorus (until song ends)]
Won't you tell me why
someone tell me why
Jesus tell me why

I'm kind of fat and I sweat a lot
but that's the only bad quirky dinks I got
that and maybe the whole murdering aspect
but we really ain't even got to that yet
I love people, I love everything about them
and that's why I gotta live life without them
I know it don't make any sence to you but fuck you
this songs about me exclusively
murder, murderous, murderation
the murdering mentality without an explanation
I'm Mr. Happy and I ride a bike
I ain't got a seat I just sit on the pipe thing
I whistle, I sing, ill pet your poodle
ill twist and squeeze your neck like a wet noodle
cause I'm so happy ill stab your ass
and lay down next to you dead on the grass
and sing
Ooh it feel so good every time I murder I get happy
happy happy happy
I'm happy, happy, happiest
I'm happy, happy, happiest
I'm happy, happy, happiest
I murder murder murder you (must kill you)[sung during murder murder murder]
ill murder murder murder you
ill murder murder murder you
ill murder murder murder you
I love you, so hand me you neck
let me teach you about love and respect
respect the fact that I love to kill
wait a minute y'all I gotta take my pill
Zanoffs.. it works : down to only 3 people a day
my victims, I give them love and care
I don't wanna get blood everywhere
I don't use a chainsaw or a butcher knife
that's so 90's get it right
I never mutilate or chop my loves
all I really need is a pair of gloves
or maybe a car, ill run 'em down wit it
I know that can be messy but the birds will get it
don't you see that I love you
I'm mr. happy I'm all about fun
Now get into the pit and try to kill someone
Ooh it feel so good every time I murder I get happy
happy happy happy
I'm happy, happy, happiest
I'm happy, happy, happiest
I'm happy, happy, happiest
its found murder murder murder you
ill murder murder murder you
ill murder murder murder you
ill murder murder murder you
my bike has a basket full of strawberries
I picked them myself along with apples and cherries
lemons and oranges and boogers and limes
plus there's a faygo in there but that's mine
red flowers like after your dead
I plant seeds and growem out the side of your head
I got flowers all over the back yard
in the form of a jokers card
Uh ohh feels good
I like the chuckel of my neighborhood
I'm one of them midnight creeps at dennys
talking to myself and lickin my pennys
I got a french fry hangin out of my beard
(don't go near that guy he's weird)
you know I'm all good and everythings all right
when you hear this scream in the middle of the night
like this:
Ooh it feel so good every time I murder I get happy
happy happy happy
I'm happy, happy, happiest
I'm happy, happy, happiest
I'm happy, happy, happiest
its found murder murder murder you
ill murder murder murder you
ill murder murder murder you
ill murder murder murder you

Occasionally, the overwhelming temptation to reach the pinnacle of the pop music
genre
will reduce the most deplorable examples of the underground music scene to
change their
so called artistic endeavours in an vain attempt to appeal to the public at
large.
Behold the metamorphosis

Fuck platinum, platinum just aint good enough
we need more money, more house and cars and stuff
I'm sick of juggalos, I want them other hoes
I want them shitty hoes, you get wit radio and video
we'll do whatever it takes to get some airplay
we'll make that bounce shit, triple our sales and pay
come on shaggy follow my lead
its time to change our shit up to get what we need

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The pathetic attempts never cease.
The moronic music onslaught continues to insult the intelligence of the savvy
consumer
How much more can an audience be asked to endure?

didn't work, ah fuck, what happened
they always told us we sucked at rappin'
well I don't know how to play a guitar
ill play the skin flute be a radio star
I'm sick of keepin it real, and underground
I want the sellout 10million fans radio flavor style
even though we'll be played next summer
show me a radio dick and ill show you a hummer

Joey fell in love with a college girl
she had a back pack and a pony tail
she said her name was lisa but I do not know
she drank cisco lemmonade and cherry jello
I can put my buddy holly glasses on
I can even sing one of his faggot songs
I can wear checkered pants and never smile
whatevers cool for your radio style
joey fell in love with a college ......

The boorish bumbling baboons have been baffled in their journey to the music
business
Each sonnet is more ridiculous than the last.
Their strides toward musical success are little more than a stumble into
complete failure.

that was bullshit, what the fuck
you think of something
I'm sittin here trying to write hits
your doing nothing
you wrote the punk shit but that didn't work
it flopped on its ass, at least I tried though
all right, aint no need to be fighting with each other
we need to start talkin about relationships and lovers
can you sing, no, neither can I
to be radio stars we at least gotta try

Girl, I'm gonna let you know on the radio
I want to lick you from head to toe
girl, your perfume, its smellin so sweet
I wanna make love between the sheets
girl, play my song, ??
I'm a radio man, and I know
??
give me one more chance
and ill make you dance
Chorus 5x girl, we'll make radio songs for radio fans we can't go wrong
girl, so you fucked my boy, I don't give a fuck

After years of endless attempts ICP received almost no radio play.

I Love my faygo, my nyquil pills, shaggy, I love my buddies, my hatchetman, but
I love my axe

My axe iz my buddy, I bring him when I walk
me and my axe will leave your head outlined in chalk
My axe is my buddy, he always makes me laugh
me and my axe cut bigot spinal chords in half
My axe is my buddy, and when I wind him back
me and my axe will give your forehead a buttcrack
my axe is my buddy, I never leave without him
me and my axe will leave your neck a bloody fountain

[CHORUS 2x:]
everybody everybody everybody run
murdering murdering murdering fun
swing swing swing
chop chop chop
swing swing swing
chop chop chop

My axe is my buddy, we right the planet's wrongs
me and my axe leave bigots dead on richie lawns
My axe is my buddy, he never make me cry
me and my axe will leave a divot for your eye

[TYLENOL INTERLUDE]

My axe is my buddy, don't take him for a chump
me and my axe will leave you hoppin' on a stump

[CHORUS 2x:]

interlude: look into the deadest tree, tell me baby wut you see
don't you hear the branches cry, asking for the reasons why
did they hang so many men, from the branches off of them
why did humans make them play, with them in their evil way
look into the moon's beam, can't you fathom what it's seen
bodies dragging from a truck, driven by a bigot fuck
why you think the heavens cry, acid rain and blizzard skys
aint no covering the tracks, that's why I'm here and oh yes

My axe is my buddy, he'll thump into your head
me and my axe will make your white T-shirt all red
My axe is my buddy, you let that dixie wave
me and my axe will fuck your mother on your grave

[TYLENOL INTERLUDE]

My axe is my buddy, we both cry with the trees
me and my axe will bring the devil to his knees

I live my life in the gutter
And this gutter is who I am
Take me back home to my gutter
And I swear I won't ever leave again!

Hey, I'm coming home
Home to the criminals and crooks
Home to the gangbangers shooting dirty looks
Home to the killer cops beating on my ass
Home to my '72 Velarick, praying it will last
Pass by the rich bitches trying to play me out
Dawging on my neighborhood, don't know what it's about
So now I'm clockin dunkets, never hang out with the rich
I'd rather hang out with the crooked at the party store, bitch
Give me codey, dawg, with a little smog
Cuz it tastes better than the poisonous fog
Seeping from the sewers in my slummy neighborhood
But the ghetto got love and the love is all good
So I don't give a fuck about your mansion by the lake
You can suck my dingaling until your neck breaks
Cuz all I wanna do is hang with the zombie
In the zone, break out with the Faygo, I'm coming home

Home to the creatures, home to the crooks
Home to the fools readin witchcraft books
Home to the monsters roaming the land
I wanna come home but ya don't understand

Bitch, I'm coming home and I'm not alone
Jokers and freaks, and their dead body bones
Every single thing that you never wanna see
Add it all together and you got me
I know nobody gives a fuck about your punk ass rules
Keystone coppers and your hypocrite schools
I'd much rather lay around the streets of the gutter
And make dirty phone calls to your rich mother
Caught her passed midnight and I'm waking up the dead
Then we playin kickball with somebody's head
We got skinny dipping in the barrels of toxic waste
After that I pour myself a little taste
So tell your daughter that she's nothing but a fat bitch
And all my homies don't care if the hoes rich
Somebody out here, please, let me know where there's a phone
I need to call my mother and tell her I'm coming home

Home to the creatures, home to the crooks
Home to the fools readin witchcraft books
Home to the monsters roaming the land
I wanna come home but ya don't understand

And I'm coming home, chicken chicken bones
Sugar prom bushes, and ice cream cones
All these fake people sayin hi to one another
Then they sit around and talk shit about each other
Watering they grass, digging in they ass
Trying to make sure they didn't lose any cash
Working hard, all your life, and now you're finally rich
But look at you, you're just another whack bitch

Crawl in the slum that's where I'm from
Murderers and slaughterers, so that's what I've become
Spare a little change cuz I just ran out of gas
Reach for your quarter and I'll stick your fuckin ass

Nobody wants to be around the ghetto breed
But the ghetto got each other and that's all we really need
So what the fuck am I doing down here, I gotta land of my own
Eh yo, dawg, fuck it, huh, we going home

(9x)
Home to the creatures, home to the crooks
Home to the fools readin witchcraft books
Home to the monsters roaming the land

Ain't nobody jealous, everybody has they own
Nobody locked up, everybody, everybody is free to roam
Lookin' at scrubby with a hottie on his side
Lookin' at rich kids, poor kids,
Everybody together on the same side
And they down to ride

Lets go all the way
(Let's go all the way)
Let's go all the way
Let's go all the way

Ain't nobody left out, everybody gets to go
It can never be too crowded, come on, we still pickin' up some more
Don't nobody hate you, playa hate you,
There ain't no hate at all
Gotta million hands to catch you cause they'll catch you
And they never will let you fall
And we gotta worry all of ya'll

Lets go all the way
(Let's go all the way)
Let's go all the way
Let's go all the way

Never known sickness, no sickness, nobody has to die
Everything's answered, what didn't then, we'll never have to wonder why
Won't nobody rush you, no pressure, be as long as you wanna be
Can't you guess what this place is,
Your future make it a reality
all you have to do is follow me

Lets go all the way
(Let's go all the way)
Let's go all the way
Let's go all the way

I'm sick of this bull shit
All these bitches thinking they're the fuckin whip just cuz they got a neden
Fuck yer neden bitch!
That's right an don't call me sexist cuz I aint sexist
I'm the sexiest but I aint sexist
If I'm sexist then I'm the sexiest sexist
Bitch call me sexy sex sexy sexist!

I see you hoes on TV glamorous models super celebrities
Rolls-Royce fine wines and class
You need to come down to the hood let me spank dat ass
I want a famous hoe,
A bitch on top with some helly bank role,
I been chasin a girl from letters to Cleo
but she broke her neato,
Mariah Carry man forget it
if O.D.B hit it I cant fuck wit it!
Nuttin against ole dirty or nuthin but
I know he at least got herpes or something
I wouldn't mind fucking Brittany Spears
in a cheap hotel with them ceiling mirrors
Gimme that bitch, in a couple of weeks
I'd have her hooked on crack rock workin the streets
All them hoes fantasise
about juggalo scrubs in between they thighs,
but they too scared to let it be
so instead they fuck Ricky Martin
and pretend its me!

[Chorus x2]
Let a killer fuck you.
Let a killer fuck you.
let a killer fuck you right!
Let a killer fuck you.
Let a killer fuck you.
Never gone back in the night.

Huh? Let's see where to begin
knock knock "who's there?"
a ball sac for ya chin
I be fuckin them business hoes that jock
from them interns up to the presidents wife
Now Shelly aint famous but I still put em in a bone through
the glitzy glaze grabbin a j
I don't give a fuck,
But Clyde walked in his jaw dropped down
Act like he never seen the butt cheeks of a clown
I had the secretary on the top of the desk
ass hole naked, I was in the cigar chest
smokin up keepin blunts with the janitor
fuck all them hoes that jock ask my manager
business women in executive halls
let yo head down an tongue slap my balls
Some of them bitches are a little bit old
dusty ass neden with a loopy foam
Like this one chick I fucked in the dark
I had the bitch moanin like a happy ass retard,
We finished turn on the lights it was horrid
Oh shit Sharon Osbourne!

[Chorus x2]
Let a killer fuck you.
Let a killer fuck you.
let a killer fuck you right!
Let a killer fuck you.
Let a killer fuck you.
Never gone back in the night.

I whanna fuck Carmen Electra
cuz she'll fuck anybody first day she met ya
but as soon as she fall off the map
she on to the next guy like "sigh" baby
let me fuck a famous hoe one night
ill post the video up on our web site
Hey me an shaggy may might sit with the stars
but my boyz are out back breakin into your cars
dumb hoes quit fuckin them richees
wit silky shirts on turtle neck dickeys
frenchies straight out the hair salon
with a faggot ass name like Jean
we the ones from the other side yellin
"clown love bitch "!!
Im the ghetto ride
I wont take you on the expensive trip's
but I'll part yo neden lips
hehhe people wanna ride wit dem or us
jaguar with Ken or a simple bus
fuck you then we don't need you hoes
I.C.P forever with the juggalos

[Chorus x4]
Let a killer fuck you.
let a killer fuck you.
let a killer fuck you right!
Let a killer fuck you.
Let a killer fuck you.
Never gone back in the night.

Im sick of this bull shit that's right you need to stay on TV
because this is my reality
but I'm even sick of these hottys in the real world like at the beach
I see you at the beach bitch wearing your thong bikini
you one of those bitch beaches
you're one of them beaches at the bitch
your one of them a you a bitch at the beach
an I'm sick of that shit an the bottom line is this
I'm a go to the motha fuckin bitch with my motha fuckan Speedo's on
an I'm a walk up an down the beach like

I'm sweating again I always do
I should probably take anotha pill or 2
in the mirror I see the face of Frankenstein
and that face is mine
I go to work at subway slicin hams
cut my finger off again (chop)
I walk home try to dodge and hide from thugs
that like to beat on scrubs
I go through this all the time, though I call
(j, where the fuck you at) (the mall)
(did you get your ass stomped again) (naw,....yyesss,....so)
nobody sees what I see do they?
they just cast me inside put my away
no friends, no style no place to go
until I went juggalo

[Chorus 2x]
its all for you, its all for you,
its calling you, its all that's left to do
that's why its all for you

look at me now man brain dead
I can derail a fuckin train with my forehead
I now live by the carnival deminions
so muthafuck your opinions
I'm a loonypath, I kill pedestrians
family, neighbors, best of friends
anybody, and if I don't kill em'
I keep'em in my basement and drill'em
just kiddin', all I really did was unlock the forbidden
I just let my fuckin mind unwind
I don't care what you think you don't intertwine
fuck the world, fuck everybody in it
even the sneaker pimps girl, I'd fuck her in a minute
you can live to impress dress fresh bitch I don't care
fuck everybody out there
I smoke peace pipes with indian-war chiefs
I steal jewels with chinese ninja thieves
I kiss whales like gupies and crushwalls
I through giant ice bergs like snow balls
I serve title waves, drink molten rock
ill put a fuckin tornado in a headlock
I go to Italy and straighten that tower
and whatever the fuck I want with the juggalo power

[Chorus 2x]
its all for you, its all for you,
its calling you, its all that's left to do
that's why its all for you

here I go again, another day
dealing with these muthafuckin idiots at subway
its ok, because I see behind it
and I keep myself reminded
none of these robots 9-to-5 puppets that I see
are any better than me mothafucker
there just strugglin in the world they chose

Insane Clown Posse, Twiztid, Dark Lotus Family, Its Our World
Lookin my crystal ball it's alright

Welcome, my curious sisters and brothers
first, put a twenty in the jar with the others
(that's right take a seat)
ain't no smokin in here, I need to keep my ball clear
there spirits in there
(what's your future, someone gonna shoot ya)
will you get your girlfriend back, as if I know that
I can only tell you where your soul is headed
and will remain eternally embedded, the rest forget it
life is nothin but a test to clear
did you have a heart while you where here
and was it sincere?
Your still unravelling your future right now
what kinda person are ya bro, oh, well there you go
you control your own muthafuckin' destiny
I aint lettin' the devil get the best of me
(I'm gonna make it into Shangri-La) golden walls
what's up with you check your own crystal balls
Lookin my crystal ball its allright
Layback, evolve, and I'll be alright
lookin in my crystal ball I'm seein' thugs
both catchin' and firein' slugs
(paper for drugs) I see a man waiting on block cheese in my lawn
(its the same old song)
but when I look into everybody's faces
(smile) there soul is headed other places
and they ain't worried about payin them dues down here
(because they mothafuckin future is crystal clear)
the focus switches to you and it ain't good
all mad cause someone rolls up into the neighborhood
check your self if judgement was passed, yo, you be in hell
(right up the ass-hole) the haten will get ya if ya let it
pack your speedo's I hear its hot where you headed
I'm trying to tell ya now (when the grim reaper calls)
you don't wanna be asked out grippin' your crystal balls
Lookin my crystal ball its alright [x3]
Lay back, evolve, and Ill be alright
look into my crystal ball its all black
and everybody's frozen in time front to back
their controlled by the matrix of mind, body and soul
and I'm branded by the system of carnival freekshow
I see the fame analyse cause nothin is the skies
its the same as seein the death in the demons eyes
I'm high in my sites, from the truth of my crystal ball
believe me when I say we comin for all of ya'll
look deep into my crystal ball
see the dead smokin on trees and drinking alcohol
underneath the street beneath the concrete
if you listen to the night you can hear my heart beat
all painted up carrying an axe and shit
juggalo love got each others backs and shit
encased in glass for the whole world to see
am I inside, or is the crystal ball inside of me
Lookin my crystal ball its alright [x8]
Layback, evolve, and Ill be alright
[fades out]
rain comes down (Lookin my crystal ball its alright)