Posts Tagged ‘INSANE CLOWN POSSE’

INTRO (GREAT MILENKO)

"pumpkin put some music on i feel like dancin’."
"hold on suga i’m fixin’ to right now….3 6 4…awright now come over here woman let’s get this shindig started woo! c’mon everybody!…
now what in the hell is wrong with this juke machine?"

"be warned my children..six will visit…followed by the crumbling of time itself. before the coming of shangra la a dark carnival will sweep across the land,
as a shadow, plagued with destruction. a parade of freaks, jugglers, and death. this wretched nightmare is led by six faces. three have come…three have gone.
the fourth emerges…now. he walks among
us as a shadow, void of light, powered by your own darkness, strengthened by your own wickedry. a horrid reflection of your very own deep desires cast and
reflected back upon yourself. brothers and sisters! the time has come for the necromaster. the unleashing of the fourth joker’s card. the arrival of…the great
milenko…milenko…milenko…"
"this damn thing! maryanne, what in the hell is wrong with this music box?"
"don’t mind that old thing, honey, it does that all the time."

JUGGALO HOMIES

(i know you ain’t there
that’s why i just want to let you know something bro
you all know i love you
you all know you’re my homies
and eh… alright we’ll talk later – peace!)
[violent j]
let me ask you this about this life we live
and let me try to swerve some of this attention you give
to them distant ass relatives over ham dinner
if they really missed you so much
why don’t they just call a (muthafucka) ?
if you wasn’t blood, would you still have love?
or infact does the blood make you think you have to love?
look, i probably love my family more than anybody here
but my homies are family too, 3rd cousins’ get outta here
who was you with when you got tattooed?
and who was you trippin’ with when you did them mushrooms?
and who the fuck threw up all over your car?
and then felt worse than you about that shit in the morning? (friends ya’ll)
[shaggy 2 dope]
who loaned you money, homie?
who owes you cash? (who?)
who taught you how to use the bong for the grass? (who?)
i don’t know much but i gotta assume
when ya hit ya first neden, ya homies was in the other room
[chorus]
we talkin’ about homies! homies!
talkin’ about the road dogs of mine
our motha fuckin’ homies! homies!
we throwin’ up clown love signs (real juggalo)
homies! homies!
talkin’ about the road dogs of mine
homies! homies!
[violent j]
have you ever had a job that you truly despise?
like i don’t know maybe dish washin’, or fuckin’ flippin’ fries
and you got this boss who thinks he’s the don mega
because he the head manager (chief chili fry maker)
all you can vision is ya’ll beating him down
your homies standing on his back while you kicking his head around
but responsibility is there, i can’t lie tho
i’d of been plucked his fucking eye ball out with a chicken bone
i’m crazy as fuck, i’ll rip your peircings off
and now my homies are holding me back so i don’t look soft
[shaggy 2 dope]
when you snuck the car out who did you get? (who?)
and when you got caught, who you blame the shit? (who?)
who can you relax around and scratch your balls? (who?)
homies, i’m talking about like you and yours
[chorus]
we talkin’ about homies! homies!
talkin’ about the road dogs of mine
our motha fuckin’ homies! homies!
we throwin’ up clown love signs (real juggalo)
homies! homies!
talkin’ about the road dogs of mine
homies! homies!
[violent j, anybody killers, and juggalos]
you don’t like me, you can fuck on!
carnival ain’t for everyone!
keep it in your click fuck the outside baby
you don’t like me, you can fuck on!
carnival ain’t for everyone!
runnin’ with the homies until i’m old like grady
[jamie madrox]
me and my homies stay tight like a noose
and if you step to one of us you better step to the whole crew
i never knew that i could depend
that i could have some friends that’s down to the very end
well that’s my homeboys excuse me, my family
and when we conquer the world
we mackin’ on the galaxy
’cause sky’s the limit and we ain’t finished
and if my homies gonna ride ya know i’m with it
[monoxide child]
puff it and pass it and i give it to my homies ya’ll
hit it and quit it and then i give it to my homies ya’ll
i got the world around my finger with my homies ya’ll
and everything is obsolete unless i hear my homies call
we world wide, were homies around the planet
sticking together like zippers on michael jackson’s "beat it jacket"
they got my back like a tat for that, i love ya’ll
hanging till we old and gray like grandpas (psychopathic)
[chorus - repeat somewhat]
we talkin’ about homies! homies!
talkin’ about the road dogs of mine
our motha fuckin’ homies! homies!
we throwin’ up clown love signs (real juggalo)
homies! homies!
talkin’ about the road dogs of mine
homies! homies!
You don’t like me, you can fuck on!
carnival ain’t for everyone!
keep it in your click fuck the outside baby
you don’t like me, you can fuck on!
carnival ain’t for everyone!
runnin’ with the homies until i’m old like grady
You don’t like me, you can fuck on!
carnival ain’t for everyone!
keep it in your click fuck the outside baby
you don’t like me, you can fuck on!
carnival ain’t for everyone!
swingin’ hatches on the daily with my crew actin’ crazy

WAGON WAGON

Wagon wagon
"if i’m gonna die
i’m going out riding the wagon"
[violent j]
hear it comes the horrifying midnight wagon
saggin laggin dead bodies draggin
on a piece of string they flop around and fling
now shut your ass up and let the juggla sing
it’s the insane clown posse coming threw
looking for hickies and the prickies and your ass too
everybody gets a ride on the ghost car
don’t matter who you are, we going straight to hell
and it ain’t far, mr. nevers
you seem to be the kill joy
so get your ass in fat boy
you can sit up in the front with the ringmaster
with the ringading-dingalinga-ping-master
and get your motherfucking wind pipe chopped off
and your funky ass body gets dropped off
in the gutter, the wheels keep rollin
throwin heads out the back, nugget bowlin from the…
[chorus (1x)]
wagon wagon, dead bodies draggin
are you down with the clown with clown luv, ride the…
wagon wagon, dead bodies draggin
every dead fuck in the city comes and rides the…
wagon wagon, dead bodies draggin
nate the mack, jump steady, and rude boy ride the…
wagon wagon, dead bodies draggin
don’t miss your chance
[violent j]
the exhaust pipe is tripping out a deli fire
i found an old dead corpse in the trunk next to the spare tire
and it’s muffling the sounds
throw the bitch out and now the funk pounds, yo
some say it’s just a hearse, but it’s much worse
it’s an old dark bucket with a clown curse
long, dark, very spooky scary
i drink an old 40 bottle full of bloody mary, why
cuz i’m violent j, sick in the nug-bone
i make strange sounds, clowns with frowns
break it on down, break it up till the break of dawn
look out your window it’s the wagon in your front lawn
ah, boom, aboockaboomba
we do the dance of the death until you get in the car
then i pull your tongue out slap you in the face with it
say the joker did it in the…
[chorus (1x)]
wagon wagon, dead bodies draggin
ladies and gents its your turn, come and ride the…
wagon wagon, dead bodies draggin
if you gotta minute why don’t you stop and finna ride the…
wagon wagon, dead bodies draggin
i’m a dead body so you know i love riding in the…
wagon wagon, dead bodies draggin
now, here’s your chance
[violent j]
we don’t do drive-by’s in the wagon
instead we just get out and stab your fuckin ass
and there ain’t no telling how many clowns inside
told you seventeen but i lied
cuz i’m wicked and i’m wild, wicked wild
i caught wild deer, rode it home from bel isle
i play the organ like an old mental case
i can freak the cello, like chris conley on bass
in the wagon, i throw fingers out the window
and when you roll the window down you can smell indo
but it ain’t mine, it belongs to a stiff over there
puffin on a jim square
heavy long, rumbling, tumbling
step into my ride and your ass goes stumbling
out the back with your neck in a rut
gotta get home before the sun comes up on my…
[chorus (1x)]
wagon wagon, dead bodies draggin
come down, stand in line, everybody loves to ride the…
wagon wagon, dead bodies draggin
your momma is a bitch and she swings on my nuts in the…
wagon wagon, dead bodies draggin
if you missed your bus, don’t be afriad, come and ride the…
wagon wagon, dead bodies draggin
it’s your last chance

HEADLESS BOOGIE

Na na na na na na na na na na na na na (4x)
aaahhhh!
It’s friday night dark scary
lonely walkin’ through the park cemetery.
and it’s foggy cold and smoggy.
i hear a dog a howlin’ doggie.
i’m scared shoulda brought a shotgun
would’ve should’ve but i ain’t got one.
but i’ll watch my back and what’s that?
the caretaker a dirty old hunchback.
better run hide quick fast
he’s comin’ for my ass wit a- shovel.
nowhere to run or to hide but a gravepit,
so i dove in, i did the dumb shit.
took a fall, even at 6 foot.
down the stairs hit a floor,
and through a door.
into a whole new world of stiffs,
bodies, heads, and sexy little dead chicks.
club lights, sounds, bass.
dj’s spinnin’ with maggots on their face.
but what i saw next that really took me.
uhh! they did the headless boogie!
(chorus):
hey, yo! i heard that ya died. (la la)
fuck that! it’s time to get live! (la la)
dead bodies let’s all take a ride!
lead to the left and slide! (the headless boogie)
Hey, yo! i heard that ya died. (la la)
fuck that! it’s time to get live! (la la)
dead bodies let’s all take a ride!
lead to the left and sliiide!
(end chorus)
Awwww yeah!
we dug up the finest bitches in the graveyard.
so c’mon down!
and if you ain’t come to get your funk out,
then get the fuck out, bitch!
They all stand straight, and swing to the side. (uh!)
no heads, but they feet still glide. (uh-huh!)
take a step back, twist and dive. (yeah!)
i even seen kurt cobain gettin’ live!
no heads, but they all funky!
and drunk, drinkin’ old spunky!
don’t be shy, everyone’s able.
hit the floor leave your nugget on the table.
and kick step, but when you do kick soft,
if they’re dead, your legs might fall off.
the whole time, i can’t belive, i can’t concieve,
i don’t wanna… leave.
hooooooe!
i’m kickin’ into a freak with no head.
no face but the rest is straight.
she’s wit it, i hit it like a… g.
her back fell off…. ugh! excuse me.
zombies, mummies, and frankenstein.
drinkin’ cisco disco dead wine.
dead stiffs, comin’ through the door.
heads, fingers, and limbs on the floor.
i’m gettin’ drunk, i wanna be down.
what’s up? i wanna be the headless clown! (heh hehehehe!)
they rolled out the jigsaw and got raw.
that ended it all, i did the headless boogie.
(chorus)
Hey yo! fuck that voodoo claw shit, bitch!
you comin’ freakin with the real dead juggalos.
so come on by, and we’ll chop your nugget off
so you can freak that shiiit!
(chorus)
(chorus w/fade out at end)
~j talking to shaggs~

CROSSING THY BRIDGE

I’ve lived one hell of a life
if youre to take it tonight.
i’ve lived the life of a king.
but so much to darken my life.
looking 360 degrees
200,000 diseased
how can i lay back and chill
so many down on their knees
But then again who am i
i’m just some typical guy
i ain’t no fuckin hero
i’ve just been wondering why
I’ve seen some children crossing the bridge
what kind of life did they get to live
what kind of choice do they get to make
what if it was a childs mistake
I never question the book
but lets say i live by the book
i’d never eat meat on tuesdays
how much bigger would my wings look
I try to pray everyday
but sometimes get lost on the way
i’ve seen the holiest spirit
so much to mislead the way
I’ve gave the visions i got
i’ve been told i’m gonna rot
inside the devils intestines
i’m still here holding my spot
I’ve just been wondering why
i’ve just been wondering why
I’ve seen some children crossing the bridge
what kind of life did they get to live
what kind of choice do they get to make
what if it was a childs mistake
Come on and open up your door
(swell and let the spirt hit the floor)?
come on and open up your door
(swell and let the spirt hit the floor)?
I’ve seen some children crossing thy bridge
what kind of life did they get to live
what kind of choice do they get to make
what if it was a childs mistake
I’ve seen some children crossing thy bridge
what kind of life did they get to live
what kind of choice do they get to make
what if it was a childs mistake

IS THAT YOU

Violent j, violent j, is that you?
I’m on the microphone, so what’cha wanna do?
Violent j, violent j, is that you?
A wicked, wicked clown painted just for you

I drink faygo it’s only a buck-ten
I’m a pour it on your tits when we fucking
Cuz i’m with that kinky shit, ho
I can see you butt-naked in your window
Shimmy up the house side dash
Now i’m gonna press my nuts on the glass
Let me in, ho, don’t ya know
I’m violent j of the icp, yo
I got me a checklins cashing
If i could spend it with the hoes i’m crashing
But don’t get all geek slut
Uz i’m a buy ya some lava to wash your butt
What’s this clown shit about?
A knife to your neck and your throats hanging out
With a do-me-ray
Now it’s about time i say

Kid rock, kid rock, is that you?
Yeah, let me tell ya what i wanna do
Kid rock, kid rock, is that you?
Yo, nate, yo, nate woohoo!!!

Frontin’, they frontin’, everybody’s frontin’
Violent violent j is gonna tell ya something
If ya know a bitch who got grits
Kid rock, kid rock will probably eat that shit

Boohoo motherfucker what’cha cry for
I’m that nigger that your bitch would die for
The whore showed up at my front door
So i fucked her in the ass and i threw her out the back door
The bitch thought it was a cake drive
She said drive me to the city, so i dropped her off at lake side
You driving me home, well i meant ta
But plans have changed so get your ass on the centar
Ho, this ain’t no taxi
I be mackin’ hoes, they don’t mack me

Never slacking, hoes i be macking
Kid rock, kid rock
Never slacking, hoes i be macking
Violent j serving ghetto hard street shit
The funk, the funk from the old days
Violent j serving ghetto hard street shit
The funk from the old days

Well, i’m up for the shot in a minute
Show me a valley, i might yoddle in it
Like somebody else i know
I been to mount plen as i’ve been to romeomeomeo
Wicked clowns gonna flow for ya some
Three for the treble, eight for the drum
Five for the homies that i run with

Bitch, call your mother cause you’re done with
Toe tip-toe, i snuck in your house
And fell asleep butt-naked on the front couch
So, excuse me, pops, i’m napping
So could ya shut the fuck up with that yapping
And your wife’s all worked up for nothing
She act like she ain’t never seen a wang or something
Cuz it really don’t matter
I’m a show my nuts to innocent bystander
Every fucking day
Cuz it’s about time i say

Kid rock, kid rock, is that you?
Yeah, let me tell you what i wanna do
Kid rock, kid rock, is that you?
I just said it was motherfucker

Skinny dipping in the pool, you know i drown hoes
Fuck them doggie style and play that ass like a bongo
Hit it, hit hi-hit it
Hitting homerums and never wimp, ho
Smoke my dick like it’s a big spliff
This ain’t a blooper and i’m no joker
But i can shoot a nut 50 foot like a super soaker
But i won’t pull it out for a cheap joke
Instead i play john holmes in a sequel to deep throat
Taste the nut in your mouth, just to school ya
But ho, don’t let the smooth taste fool ya
Don’t let the smooth taste fool ya…

INSANE KILLERS

Violent j, shaggy, insane clown posse, baby what
from new york to l.a.
from chile to greece
from new ghandi to your momma
we gives absolutly no fucks
motha fucka
natural born serial murderers
mass mothafuckin murderin muderers
bitch, come and meet your maker
Im scary like michael jaskson up close
i like diggin up dead bodies
look at me im gross
my name’s violent j but you can call me syphillis
gonorrhea the clap cause i infected this rap
you wanna know if i could ever kill somebody
well thats like askin charlie manson if he’s ever been in jail
i kill family, friends, myself
what, yeah, i’d kill myself if i could only survive
i tried to kill rob van winkle, in fact thats how we met
i went up to kill him and he was thinkin the same shit
i pulled out a chainsaw, he pulled out and ax
i was like come-on, wait is that a stanley, where’d u get that
it’s natural and to murder, you gotta have it in you
it’s like a dick all up in you, although i wouldn’t now
look at us natural killas
the world most playa hated rapper
and the most hated group together like woooo!
Chorus:
mass murders
natural born killas
im not fuckin around
icky icky ya ya
icky icky ya ya
Mass murders
natural born killas
im not fuckin around
icky icky ya ya
icky icky ya ya
This aint no blair witch
beware bitch
ill pick ur motherfuckin brain with an icepick
remember me
the v i c e
well heres my trilogy
im outta captivity
rap cujo ya know my flow is ferocious

THREE RINGS

~rrrinnnggg~
"hello?"
"you have a collect call from ‘cukoo’. please answer the following question ‘yes’ or ‘no’."
"will you pay for the call?"
"is this on?
gather round my wealthy friends
and endure the horrifying sights
only your worst nightmares could produce.
actual human beings of a deformed nature.
come at once and come and endulge yourself
in our own twisted amusement of another’s misfortune.
yes, ladies and gentlemen.
enter our 3 ring show of freaks!"
Ring one, a-dung-a-dung-dung.
my name’s violent j and i staple my tongue
to the desk in school, then i run down the hall.
scarin the shit outta all of yall bitches!
which is why you don’t invite mine to your party
just cuz i don’t look like everybody.
i guess you’re just a bunch of rich boys.
bitch boys. scary. blblbblah!
and what’s the big deal about my neck.
just because now and then i like to let it stretch up
a couple feet to get a better sight.
is that any reason to scream and run in fright?
no! so, now how ya gon’ act?
so what if i got another arm growin’ outta my back.
i guess i’m just another freak show thing
and now they got me in the 3 rings.
(chorus):
3 ring. a ding a ding ding. people love to point and stare.
3 ring. a ding a ding ding. it’s the same as everywhere.
(end chorus)
(chorus)
Ring two! how do ya do? i’m shaggy 2-dope.
chicken-faced bitch! (who?)
you don’t try to front hoe.
try to play me out just cuz i’m runnin wit the side show.
so maybe there’s the leg growin out my neck.
but, don’t jet baby, huh, not yet.
popped out the neden like a pund of lead.
doctor blew his back, rolled and dropped me on my head.
oh shit! i knew it had to fuck up my circuits.
cuz, when i was 2, my momma left me at the circus.
abandoned at the carnival, with the freak shows
like bat-boy, hermaphrodite, and old man crow.
but then i escaped to the ghetto zone.
started a crew of my own mutha fucka, i’m not alone.
so don’t be stickin’ your finger in my face stank.
or your stomach might recieve a shank from the 3 rings.
(chorus)
(chorus)
"i certainly hope you’re enjoying yourselves, here, at our 3 ring exhibit. but,
to be honest, i
really don’t see what’s so fuckin’ funny about it. these fuckin’ people are
real!"
"ring 3, the icp! look if you want,
but i wouldn’t lay a hand on me.
that’s how you get fucked up.
we’ll squeeze your windpipe’s shut."
Yo! i’m a nerd, word. i drink thunderbird.
half-snake woman kicked my love to the curb.
she busted in to my tent now i’m fucked.
had the fat-bearded lady in the buck. ugh!.
fuck that. bitch suck that.
i was born with a wang, but i never had a nutsack.
it’s two balls hangin’ wit no protection, so,
i move real careful and slow.
you can call me a wierdo, call me a freak.
call me don knotts cuz i’m gettin at it every week. uh!
so come see the carnival and throw me your change, bitch.
i chill with the 3 rings.
(chorus)
(chorus)
"well, that’s it. i hope you’re satisfied. i hope you had a good time, you fucking heartless
bastards! you saw what you wanted, so grab your fucking kids and that fat, flop of shit
wife of yours, and get the fuck out of our circus tent! you cold-hearted sons of bitches!
you think they looked fucked up? just wait till i kick your fuckin’ lips in a couple times!
you’ll be sittin’ up here like a bitch, and we’ll be laughin at your folded ass. they’ll call
you lumpy. after i done puttin knots all over your fuckin forehead. yeah! hey, hey little
boy! come here, how’d you like it if i tied your neck in a knot? you fuckin’ little bitch!
come here, i’ll fuckin shove that corndog up your ass! get the fuck outta here! the show’s
fuckin’ over. get the fuck outta here, you fuckin heartless bastards."

ANOTHER LOVE SONG

Yeah…
i mean i hear what you’re saying i mean
you got carried away in the moment
and i could forgive you
i could do that
i could do anything if i want to
(1st verse violent j)
i could buy you a lexus truck with a white leather interior
i could kill off some bears and dogs and cats just to make you a fur coat
i could love you and treat you with class
and have babies falling all out your ass
but thinking about that…
i feel i’d rather kill you
['cuz i got you in my car, and you ain't going nowhere bitch, you're dead]
(chorus x2- violent j)
i’d rather cut that neck in half
i’d rather choke out that bitch-ass
i’d rather chop and never stop
because you fucked my homies
(2nd verse- violent j)
i could take all the face paint off and get a real job working for dad
i would rather take a ten-pound axe and stick it in my painted forehead
i could let you move into my house
you’d fuck the neighbors every time i’d go out
and wipe him off on my pillow [oh]
but i think i’d rather kill you
['cuz we parked all alone and it's real dark anyway, hey]
(chorus)
(3rd verse)
i’m the one that killed your precious cat, and stuffed him in your mama’s
mailbox
if i only hadn’t cut off my hair, i’d choke you with all my dreadlocks
when i scream at the moon every night [heh heh!]
you shouldv’e known something just ain’t right
‘cuz i’m gonna lose it
and the i’m going to kill you
['cuz the moon told me to, and it's watching us right now]
(chorus)
(4th verse)
i could go back to school instead and try to get my diploma
i’d much rather bang my head on the wall, until i fall into a coma
‘cuz i can’t get you out of my head
i’d cut my head off but the i would be dead
and i ain’t the only one thats supposed to be dead
so let’s just die togetherrrrrraaaaaagghhh!!!
(chorus x4)
ahhh!! let’s just die together
ahhh, yeah!! let’s just die together
me and you, i’ll kill you but, can you explain?
let’s just die together
wicked clown told you, i’m gonna kill you
and tonight we’ll die together