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Insane Clown Posse
Insane Clown Posse


Информация
Откуда Delray, Detroit, Michigan, United States
Жанры Hip-hop
Годы 1989—н.в.
Лейблы Psychopathic Records
См. также Esham
Twiztid
Psychopathic Rydas
Dark Lotus
Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Anybody Killa
DJ Clay
Kottonmouth Kings
Soopa Villainz
Сайт Website
Состав
Violent J
Shaggy 2 Dope
Бывшие участники
John Kickjazz
Greez-E



Альбом Insane Clown Posse



2000
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Ferris wheels and bumper cars are fun
But those rides just aren't for everyone
Bought my ticket I'ma have a run
In the maze (WHOOOO!)
If I don't come back or right away
Give me time at least a half a day
Don't just leave me lost and blown away
In the maze (WHOOOO!)

Hello ladies and gentlemen I'm Jeff Nipple
And I'm Jimbo Jizm
Welcome to the Dark Carnival's amazing maze
Over 5000 ways to get in, and no way out
Let's meet today's volunteer
This is Rick
We like to call him Rick the Dick
Dickface here is a wealthy entrepeneur
Who smacks his wife around
And buys his way in and out of everything
Let's see how Mr. Toughguy fairs up in the amazing maze

[Violent J]
What up bitch? I'm Violent J
I'll be your guide for today, k?
Good, got mad doors and mad floors
Hallways, crawlways, walls for nedens
Make a left just before you make a right
And your left should be to your right
If your lefts right, right?
Good, begin the show
Go on ahead boy and open up the first door

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Welcome to a theatrical thriller
Meet Jack Doobie a serial killer
With a chainsaw, he takes your arm at the elbow
You get it back if you make it out though
Fuck ain't no use crying all day
You need to take your bitch ass back down the hallway
You gotta be a man at least you learned
Everything you get in the maze you've earned

[Violent J]
Keep runnin times a tickin on the clock
You might wanna tie that stump up with a sock
Turn right it might look the same
But you makin tracks through the room of thumbtacks
This really ain't shit
About a million tacks and the room spins a bit
If you stay on your feet you'll be okay
Oh let me get out of your way

Oh boy Rick the Dick is in a bit of a jam there Jeff
That's right Jimbo
He looks like a ragdoll flippin and spinnin like that
You can always witness spectacles truly amazing
Within the amazing maze
Let's see where else Rick's adventures
Will lead the little dickwipe

[Violent J]
Hahaha, so you got a few tacks in your balls
Pick 'em all out and head right back down the halls
What's this? Dead end, doors locked
It's a long way back, just knock

Oh should've turned around no doubt
Ain't nuthin that we got to sit and argue about
Keep going make a left, right left
Now run straight ahead some more
Open up the door

Slide in the sheets, nice breeze
Relax ninja take it with ease
The maze is a place of magic
Many surprises, your dick rises
Lay down expect the best
In comes your lover with a hairy chest
Hello sexy I'm grim love
Let me have a look at your uhh milk dud

[Violent J]
Aww shit you fell for that
I ain't gonna tell you got your hole ring tapped
All that dissin of the opposite sex
And look who just got they butthole flexed
Wait! What's that?
The walls are closing in, fuck dat
Hurry run for your life
Ohh he'll be alright

How's that sit with you Jimbo?
First he gets plugged with bullets
Then he gets his butt plugged
I think he's a fuckin idiot, Jeff
I mean what kind of asshole
Can't find his way out of this maze?
You gotta be a real dickbuffer
To wind up here in the first place
Right you are Jimbo
Let's watch the big dick fuck up some more

[Violent J]
Alrighty ain't no need to fear
If there's a way out it's gotta be near
Hey yo look a phone
You still got one good arm so it's on
Can you hear? Ahh tongue in your ear
Drop it the phones got a life of it's own
Kiss me man hey come on
Slip down the slide go faster
Bed of nails, disaster
Quit screaming yo, hurry the fuck up and open the door

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Woods, trees you're outside
Lots of places for creeps to hide
Watch your step, AHHHH, backdraft
Caught your foot and the ankles left
Creepin off with your stump
Feel something in the rump
Holla's, yeah they gonna get you
How does it feel bitch get the picture

[Violent J]
Back indoors hey at last
Look at your family behind the glass
They look weird, they're sayin something
Listen up, "you've fucked up, you've fucked up"
Oooh they're laughin and they're pointing at you
At least you know what they're sayins true
It's one last door you made it home, or
Or what? Once again it's on

Ferris wheels and bumper cars are fun
But those rides just aren't for everyone
Bought my ticket I'ma have a run
In the maze (WHOOOO!)
If I don't come back or right away (Hey)

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Hey man cut that shit
What the fuck man, happy friendly shit man
Fuck dat
It's supposed to be wicked in this bitch man

. . .



People say I talk to much
I don't care I talk to much
Momma say I failed in life
I don't care I failed in life
Daddy says I drink to much
I don't care I drink to much
People say i'm headed nowhere
And I don't fuckin' care
Jimmy Johnsons gonne die
Sarah Suzies gonna die
Everybody Dyin' slow
I don't give a fuck though
I'm always short like $50 bucks
I couldn't give 50 fucks
I could really use some help
You can go and fuck yourself

Everybody's gonna die, terror fallin' from the sky
Mothers wit' they children cry, and I could give a fuck why

They say you'll never walk again
Well plug the Sega in
I think somebody stole my truck
Tell someone who gives a fuck

My entire World is falling, entire World is falling- Repeat twice

How much do they charge in there?
Wait a minute, I don't care
Ima shoot you in the face
I'll tell ya how the bullets taste
Critics say you imitate
I don't give a fuck-u-late
50 million people dyin
Aww...i'm cryin (tounge sound)
You tell me all the things you saw
As if i give a fuck at all
You see me sittin' in the chair
Yet I aint even here
Everything your sayin' to me (sshhhh)
Go right through me
If I was to pick it up
I'd hafta give a fuck (and I don't)

I don't care nothing 'bout you
I can't do nothing 'bout it
I can't do nothing for ya
I don't care nothing 'bout you

Rain Forest burning down
Fulla Riots all around
I'm inside like "fuck'em all"
"What's the Main Event on Raw?"
Poison, Mad Cow Disease
"Can I get that wit' double cheese?"
STD's steady spreadin'
Bare-back up in this Neden (I don't care!)

My entire World is falling, entire World is falling- Repeat twice

I don't care nothing 'bout you
I can't do nothing 'bout it
I can't do nothing for ya
I don't care nothing 'bout you

[talking]
"Everyday when I wake up, all I really wanna do is die
And go to the next phase where flesh and bodies consumed,
that's all I give a fuck about"

Everyone is gonna die
Fuck I aint affraid to die
Come on shoot me in the eye
Do it, see if I survive
Give it to me point blank
Bet it won't (*gun shot*) "did you hit'em?"
"yes, and I don't give a fuck less!"

Carefull it's a dark night
Give your money or your life
Take'em both for all I care
Dump your bullets right here! (c'mon)
The Eviction note is on the door
I think they're crawling on the floor
ask me did i ever care.....nah

My entire World is falling, entire World is falling
My entire World is falling, entire World is falling
My entire World is falling, entire World is falling

I Don't Care, I Don't Care, I Don't Care, I Don't Care,

. . .



[Violent J (Shaggy)]

(Hey yo J)
What's up player?
(You know they don't like juggalos over there)
Right
(50 bucks says you don't get nothin)
Man, let me tell you somethin
Check this out (What up?)
It might sound shady
But I fuck a rich hoe named Grady.
They call her that cause her hair is blue,
She's one of them rebellious rock chicks too.
Anyway she has a big hoop in her neden,
Rings, chains, needles, pins, and things
Tatoos, it might sound fierce,
But I swear to God the bitch gots her butthole pierced.
She told me she liked it rough, I'm like straight,
First thing she did was punch me in the face,
I'm about to plant one to her jaw,
Before I could she was tounging my balls,
Oooooh whadablah, I dropped my weapon,
Looked down and my nuts was kicksteppin,
We was butt naked all over the floor
It felt weird though cause we was at the Faygo store.

[Chorus]
Momma don't like this wicked clown
I might come from the dark side of town
When she's gone and you're alone again
50 bucks says you'll let me in

[Shaggy (J)]

(Hey yo Shaggy)
What up player?
(You know they don't like juggalos over there)
Right
(50 bucks says you don't get nothing)
Maan, let me tell you somethin.
I've done fuck bitches both sides of the border,
Nuthin like Gretta the millionaire's daughter,
Something like 950-sumthin pounds,
5'8" tall and she looove clowns.
Bitch had titties like water balloons,
My boys used to swing off 'em like baboons,
She'd buy us chocolates, swiss cheese pie,
And take it, and bake it... completely naked,
An ocean of loopness it ain't like nuthin,
Just jump anywhere in the mess and start humpin,
Don't really matter where I stick my dick,
I just reach (yeah), and grab (yeah), and stab (yeah), and jab (yeah),
But that ain't the reason that I love this hoe,
She used to do a funny little trick with my dick hole:
She'd blow into it and make a wish,
And my nuts would expand like puffer fish.


. . .



[Violent J]
Straight out of Warren, bitch you a joke
Sucking so much dick your fucking lips smoke
With your silly ass pretty boy rap
Be muggin and thuggin sittin on Dre's lap.

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Pull a gat on my thug, no bullets or nothing,
you shaking, stumbling,
nervous, fumbling,
scared to death, screamin for help,
So damn shook you almost shot yourself.

[J]
Little radio thug with your preppy smile,
Got everybody hoppin outta 35 miles,
tellin us we fake Little faggot (?),
I'ma knock your teeth out the back of your neck.

[Shaggy (Violent J)]
You might have little girls cryin and shit,
But the detroit thugs aint buying your shit.
(Run your ass back to Dr Dre and open your butt)
Little groupie ass boy get fucked!

[Chorus - J]
Dumbass (Dumbass),
Bitchass (Bitchass),
Weakass (Weakass),
BEEEAAAAAATCH!
Eminem ain't nothing but a bitch (bitch)
Eminem ain't nothing but a bitch (bitch)
Weakass (Markass),
Punkass (Punkass),
Bitchass (Bitchass),
BEEEAAAAAATCH!
Eminem ain't nothing but a bitch (bitch)
Sissy ass radio bitch (bitch)

[J]
Wait a minute don't run, what's up with that?
I'm just trying to give you this 300 bucks back,
That you gave to Twiztid so you could open up their show
You little pussy ass hoe!

[Shaggy]
Look at us dog who put us on the map?
3 plat, 2 gold, and we still like that,
We did it alone without a D.R.E
But he owns and knows your butt like a pussy.

[J]
Husband!, tell me where she at,
Everybody be fucking that bitch you don't see that?
I know 3 people she fucked on you,
Up at Hotrocks, she be fucking bitches too!

[Shaggy]
You told the world you gonna kill the slut,
Then you on TV licking her butt,
Be careful your probly gonna taste my nut,
Cause even I be fucking that bitch raw... like WHAT!

[Chorus]

[J (Monoxide Child) {Eminem Impersonation}]

(I remember your ass, St. Andrews Hall),
Handing out your flyers {Come one come all,
come to my show}, I looked at it, WHAT?
Right there: Insane Clown Posse Might Show Up.

[Shaggy]
What the fuck kind of rapper could be that lame?
Only way you draw people is to use our name?
I could have just fucked you up right there,
but I let it pass,I felt bad for ya bitch ass!

[J]
Everytime I met you your SUCKIN DICK,
Now your on the pop charts SUCKIN DICK,
You'll be SUCKIN DICK for eternity,
Look at your mouth, it look like a pussy!

[Shaggy (J)]
I know that Slim Anus got to you,
(Yeah only because it was so damn true),
I think of your daughter, it makes me sad,
She got a whore for a mama... and a bitch ass DAD!

[Chorus w/ Variations]

Bitch (BITCH!)
Bitch (BITCH!)
Bitch (BITCH!)
Bitch (BITCH!)
Eminem ain't nothing but a bitch (BITCH!)
Mainstream pretty boy beeeeeeeeaaaaatch (BITCH!)

[Fades w/ Violent J speaking]
Sucka ass mother fucka,
Hitler ass haircut,
Bitchass mother fucking
Boyband ass Top 40 Casey Casem

. . .



"They want me dead in Detroit...
they want me dead in St. Louis...
they want me dead up in Denver...
New York, L.A., they want me dead...
they want me dead on the east coast...
down south they want me dead...
they want me dead in the Bahamas...
they want me dead in Lebanon check it"

Wait a minute, ho'd up
Don't shut my fuckin coffin yet, I'm still alive
And fulla life, like a beehive
I know you really want to see me drop into the earth
You wanted that since my birth, but ho'd up partna'
I got to many poker chips, still gotta cash 'em in
I still be lovin Friday nights I'm flossin, ryda fashion
And mashin, in a black Navigator baby
100 spoke Dayton Dayday today be payday
This hoe was lookin like she wanna fyda dick up in her
And i'm the beginner, winner, we fuckin during dinner
To bang her biscuit out our first time out is nothin new
I fuck her on the plate of food
I'ma rude, crude, dude
Most players like to take they women wine'n dinin
I serve a bitch a plate of dick, a bowl of nuts that's it
I gotta lot on this earth to live for and I don't wanna die, fuck that
I'm tryin' a touch the sky

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Reach into the world, reach into the sky
I'ma Psychopathic Ryder and I don't wanna die

I'm hittin switches in a black Escalade truck
I know you must be thinkin' "what the fuck?" but I can
I'm like Bump, Bump, squeek, Bump, Bump, swing dip
Bump, Bump, swing dip, it's a trip
$16,000 dollar rolex, I flex
I'm boatin' an Impala, hood is open and i'm scopin
Bitches flaggin' me down, wit' they tittie nipples
But see it aint that simple, bitches now'll leave you crippled
If I stuck my dick in every ugly bitch that road up
My dick would make you wanna throw up, I would be so to 'up
And I don't wanna have my dick look like a cucumber
Bumply, green and lumber, fuck all that
I gets picky, I like to take and floss my hoes
I can't be flossin dirty bitches that got mossy toes
It's a million hottie hootchies all up on this earth
Taste what life is worth man, I don't wanna die

[Chorus]

You can bash out all my front teeth if you really want to
been wantin' to go part my grill out anyway so fuck you
I wanna live to see the world rain diamonds and pearls
And treasures, for all the little boys and girls
I want to live to see my great grandchildren have they kids
and be so old that I can't even lift my eyelids
I want to live to see the lights of the Goodyear blimp
It's gone Ice Cube's a bitch
Psychopathic ryder baby, call me Bullet, I be dumpin
I get your brakes a pumpin everytime I'm droppin somethin
And I went solo so you know I flow like Rollie Pollie's
Roll up in they shill, bankin helly mill
So fuck Melly Mel, Master Flash and goofy Kool Moe Dee
And every other bitch that fell off back in '83
Y'all didn't influence the rydas, we dumpin bullets in the sky
We aint never gone die baby

[Chorus]

"Full Clip...aint never gone die
Cell Block...aint never gone die,
Twin Gats...aint never gone die,
Foe Foe...aint never gone die,
Lil' Shank...aint never gone die,
My homie Alex...aint never gone die,

. . .



I sell fake dope, it don't even work
Smoke you at 8:00 and won't even twirk
I shoot prostitutes like plastic ducks
Buck, buck, ping! I gives no fucks
Had me a girlfriend and blew her head off
I'm like an underground water-main, I gotta let off(boom)
Bend enemies knees the wrong way
Kick'em in the ass, watch'em crawl all day
I shot...damn...oh
Put a little aids up in....drawers
Then I produce like Superman
Come out asshole naked with my dick in hand
I use cocaine like Kool-Aid mix
Matter of fact y'all I could use a fix
[Slurp sound] Bitch, you like that hoe?
Now drop to your knees and blow, and who wanna flex?

[Chorus]
Who wanna flex wit' this Killa
Big wheela', Dope man, Dope deela'?
Who wanna flex wit' this Killa
Cap peela', Killa', really, really, really, really? [2X]

I'm gangsta, like Tweety Bird Loc [bird whistle]
Fuck around and get your little bird neck broke
Wait behind fast foods, strapped to kill
Hole in your head for that happy meal
Break in your house, and I jump attack (c'mon)
Get the sledge hammer and I thump yo back
to make my scratch I let bullets fly
Cuz' i'm crooked, like Robert Gibsons eye
You can't see me like tinted glass
Fuck yo woman and kick yo ass
A fucked up hand life dealt me out
So sick Jerry Lewis couldn't help me out
Everything to lose notta thing to gain
Waitin' in your backseat, I bring the pain
Now your laid up like Eminems rap career
Dead in a year, now who wanna flex?

[Chorus]

I'll beat'chyo ass like Butterbean
Spend my time in the gutter man
Hatchet in-hand wit' the blackest truck
Your like the L.A. Clippers, you fuckin' suck
Smack ol' ladies out they rockin' chair
Walk this earth withoutta damn care
Jack your car and then run you down
With you next to your grand daddy underground
Deck yo bitch-ass, again and again
'Til Yo face swells up like Don Choleons chin
Wave my flag as I walk your streets
Cuz' your wack, like No Limits beats
Hang out the window chuckin' hand grenades
Got the flame thrower for them morning raids
Stole a space shuttle so I can do a drive-by on the whole planet
Damnit, who wanna flex?

[Chorus 4X]

"Who wanna flex wit' this Killa
Cap peela, dopeman, dope deela?
Who wanna flex wit' this killa,
really, really, really, where you at? Rydas,
who wanna flex? who wanna flex wit' this killa? Y2 fuck you!

. . .


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