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Insane Clown Posse – Behind the Paint

Tuesday, 30 August 2011

*Clips from Shockumentary*

Remember me bitch? 8th grade
Oak Park skinny ass welfare aid
Utsler and Bruce brothers we was the shit
Dungeons & Dragons, and Bruce Lee flicks
Quit school, nobody missed us
Nobody hugged and kissed us, only dissed us
And now look at these beautiful model type high class women
Taking my dick in them
You don’t remember my kind in class
The wigged out freak staring at your ass
Never had the courage to even say hi
Only smell your perfume vapors when you walked by
I’m the scrub that never crossed your mind
Now your flashing your titties at me waiting in line
And that’s fine, while you’re working your charm
Look beneath the paint bitch, it’s the scrubs who won

(Over Shockumentary/news clips)
Look at me, Look at me
Analyze what you see
Look at me, Look at me
Analyze what you see

They used to say “Ah-hah, look at him”,
“The same pair of pants and that shirt again.”
An outcast, I knew I had to do something
Figure out a way to make something out of nothing
Open up shop, yo what you need?
Speakers, clothes, CDs, or bags of weed?
But that shit got me no where except jail
Me and all my homies too broke to make the bail
Now we’re right back to the place where we started
Chuckles and laughs
The second we turn our backs
Cast out, but we was like FUCK YA’LL
We got each other at the drop of a homie call
Look at us now bitch, multi-platinum
All on my dick, when I’m the same as back then
Forget the money and fame, because
Beneath the paint, life’s just like it always was

(over Shockumentary/news clips)
Look at me, Look at me
Analyze what you see
Look at me, Look at me
Analyze what you see
(repeat)

Another girl I don’t dare to confide in
Playin’ that role it hurts inside
Here I am thinkin’ she wants me (uh-uh)
She only wants that killer on her CD
Just when I couldn’t feel any worse
Bitch asked me if I could paint my face first
The day I finally get to leave this land
Behind the Paint will be the shell of a used up man
*Repeat chorus and last line till fade*

Insane Clown Posse The Wraith tekst

Monday, 15 August 2011

(Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope)
Always Uninvited, (fuck off) unrespected
Sometimes he creeps, other times he expected
He hangs out in bad neighborhoods up at the park
He will strike in broad daylight but prefers the dark
3 little kids caught inside a burning home
He’ll just sit there and wait for ‘em (Leave ‘Em Alone!)
As sure as we’re today and death is inevitable
He’s waitin there watchin through the eyes of a crow

(Chorus) 2x
Death is always at a shitty time
Don’t bother trying to run and hide
Take his hand cross to the other side (Step to the other side)

(J & Shaggy)
Freeway intersections when the bars close, he loves ‘em
Blew out traffic lights, he hovers above ‘em
And he loves the motherfuck outta crackheads and heroin
Rehab centers and caring mothers always scaring him
Sharing them needles? He encourages and raw sex?
They got him workin and steady collectin soul checks
Then again, 9 times outta 10
I wish he take me instead of some of these poor children we see

(Chorus) 2x

(J & Shaggy)
He remains nameless but we call him The Wraith
He is the 6th Jokers Card of the Dark Carnival faith
That’s it, now your clock is tickin, every second counts
And everything you do that righteous or wrong, it all amounts
And whether you going to heaven or hell, he doesn’t care
He’s only here to give you the death touch, and send you there
Most people fear him because they don’t understand
That once he finally touches you with death eternity can begin

(Chorus)

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Insane Clown Posse Santa Killas tekst

Thursday, 4 August 2011

hey, its christmas. its christmas in detroit, we got a speicial christmas treat.
we got mike clark on this shit, he’s gonna rap and we got fink from the east side
oh and we also got 2 Dope

its the holdiday season snow on the ground
candy cookies sprinkle the town
everyone’s jolly, happy, and merry
the dead saint killas in the cemetary
went up to the mall to meet a santa claus
why do you want to meet a santa claus
just because
he’s a star and i wanna get his autograph
did you meet the fat bastard
you dont’ know the half
so i am waitin in the line with my pad and pen
finally got to the bitch and he had a grin
he said that he watches me and i’m a disgrace
so i reached for the nine
and shot him in the spine
all the kiddies, runnin, screamin, and cryin.
santa ain’t breathin i think that he’s dyin
he’s tryin to move
so i boot him in his grill
ahhh bitch should have known about the santa clause killer(repeats killer)

Santa clause i’m coming i’m coming i’m coming it’s the santa clause killas.
Santa clause i’m coming i’m coming i’m coming it’s the santa clause killas.
Santa clause i’m coming i’m coming i’m coming it’s the santa clause killas.
Santa clause i’m coming i’m coming i’m coming it’s the santa clause killas.

I’m a santa clause killa bitch so wat the fuck you know about
you knowin nothin
so fuck turkey and stuffin
i drink a straight forty
fuck that shitty egg nog
cause i’m a wicked clown ??? straight freak dog
i gets paid, i’m picking up the g shit
santa clause aint never brought me shit
the fat slob dosent buy my bread and milk
so don’t come around bitch and get your cap peeled
i’m mike clark
i’m dripping through clown park
in a 1981 sky lark
and it’s dusted
dented and rusted
don’t look or get your lips busted
santa clause dosent bring me a bm
so i am gonna choke that bitch when i see him
mc detroit big wheeler
but on christmas eve i’m a santa clause killa (repeats killa)

oh i’m so lonely around x-mas. i miss santa clause.
he won’t come to my house. i wondered if he’s scared
but thats ok, because if he won’t come to me i’ll come to him.
santa i’m coming to see you. merry x-mas

its christmas eve
anouther time to decieve
gotta another trick up my sleave
he won’t leave
i just wait
tick tock ticky
someone tell where the fuck is saint nicky
nick you prick
you north pole hick
bitch ass sap
wat the fuck is that
sounds like rudolph
and the whole click
it’s time for some down with the clown g shit
i know the fat bitch in the chimney chimney
spark up the matches
fire catches
and i burned that mothafucker out
hohohoho wat the fuck
cooked his ass with a crackiln sound
watch as that ash comes juggilin down
i smoked them bones and i get much iller
fink the east side g, the santa clause killa (repeats killa)

Santa clause i’m coming i’m coming i’m coming it’s the santa clause killas.
Santa clause i’m coming i’m coming i’m coming it’s the santa clause killas.
Santa clause i’m coming i’m coming i’m coming Saint nick cap peelers
Santa clause i’m coming i’m coming i’m coming it’s the santa clause killas.

One last name
i gets deadly
sit back children check the medley
it’s cold out i could give a fuck less
cuz i’m waiting on a bitch in a red dress
a fat bitch with a big white beard
strap with a big lead pipe ???
i hear bells
ching a ling ding
ching ting ding a ling
ching ding a ling ting
thats the sound
the dead men hear
the dead men hear
when death is near
i am like daaamn
take my pipe and say fuck it
whip and lug it
straight to the nugget
out cold in a dash dash
than i pushed his ass off the roof
and straight jacked the sleigh
the ghetto’s payday for the santa clause killa (repeats killa)

merry merry merry (repeats) christmas

Santa clause i’m coming i’m coming i’m coming it’s the santa clause killas.
Santa clause i’m coming i’m coming i’m coming it’s the santa clause killas.
Santa clause i’m coming i’m coming i’m coming it’s the santa clause killas.
Santa clause i’m coming i’m coming i’m coming it’s the santa clause killas.

Tekst Santa Killas tekst piosenki

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Insane Clown Posse – We Gives No Fuck

Wednesday, 20 April 2011

(I think it’s the heart’s desire for every person in America and Canada
to succeed.) Worldwide, yeah. (Success is one thing that’s the motivating force
behind many men.) Amen. (And tonight, I want to speak in a way that you’ll
realize that god ordained every one of his creations to be successful.)

Look at this millionare — suave, definitely paid
Lemonade, stock market played, marinate in shade, top grade
Bitches blowin up phones, I walk by, never lie, I’m the type of guy
with sparkles in my eye
Roll in my BMW, never take the truck with your kid
Who? what? where? Over there ruby, diamond sinclare, looky there
Everywhere I stay flossin them things
I’m like bang bling bling blang chingy bling blang
What the fuck, bitch? Hurry up and suck!
move along, c’mon, until it’s gone
Get the fuck out the room, I’m rollin chrome
700 spoke, whicky whicky what
Keep your hungry mouth shut, cause I’m livin it up!

Hey, we gives no fuck!
Million dollar house? We gives no fuck!
Lavish cars? We gives no fuck!
Bling bling blang blang! We gives no fuck!
Hey, we gives no fuck!
7 figure bank? We gives no fuck!
Phat paid? We gives no fuck!
Whooooo! We gives no fuck!

Seven figure bank, what you think?
Bitch you tickle me pink, you lookin rank
Coulda stank, still I do you spank spank whore is dank
Cause I’m livin like a video, fuckin every shitty hoe you know
Call me jigga-liggy-lo, fuck a juggalo, that’s scrub
Billion dollar drop, non-stop, from my pop, never need to cop a mop
What you got? Get the fuck off my block
I call the cop, with your fuckin hippy hop, whooee whooee chop chop,
Tryn a marry me, rich until they bury me, stop it cause you’re scarin
me with all that jive
Clap clap, take you back to where your wack crack neighborhood at
Cause looky jack, where we at we havin none of that!

Hey, we gives no fuck!
Million dollar house? We gives no fuck!
Lavish cars? We gives no fuck!
Bling bling blang blang! We gives no fuck!
Hey, want you to love me, want you to need me, want you to use me
Hey, we gives no fuck!
7 figure bank? We gives no fuck!
Phat paid? We gives no fuck!
Whooooo! We gives no fuck!

Pow, let me show you how
Took away your milly now, cash cow, cheddar wow
Dig it y’all, wicky wild wild, wait a minute y’all
I might’ve over-did it y’all
Forget it, I’ll admit it, can’t get it, cuz I’m greedy greedy greedy
Fuck the greedy, fuck the treaty, line em up and pow pow
Flicka pow pow, click click
Chicka pow pow, bang bang, ching ching, bang
Ching-a-ling bang, pow pow
Chicka bang bang, chicka chicka BANG!!

Hey, we gives no fuck!
Million dollar house? We gives no fuck!
Lavish cars? We gives no fuck!
Bling bling blang blang! We gives no fuck!
Hey, want you to love me, want you to need me, want you to use me
Hey, we gives no fuck!
7 figure bank? We gives no fuck!
Phat paid? We gives no fuck!
Whooooo! We gives no fuck!
Hey, want you to love me, want you to need me, want you to use me
Hey, want you to hate me, want you to take me, want you to KILL ME!!

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Insane Clown Posse – Interview

Thursday, 14 April 2011

“Hello! How ya doin? I’m here with the Insane Clown Posse ICP. How you guys doin?”
“Bblblblblblblbl!!”
“Well uh ok… I understand that you guys are from Detroit.”
“Wwaaaaaaaahh!”
“Uh yeah ok. Why don’t ah Why don’t you tell us something about the group?”
“BURRRRRRP!”
“Awright Awright… Any long term goals?”
“Ayayaiyaiyaiyaiyai!”

“Sure yeah yeah… How ’bout ah solo projects? Any solo stuff to look forward to?”
“HA! ha ha-ha!”
“Well… well, ok, ok. Well, ah, thanks for coming by and, ah, we look forward to seeing you again, uhu.
Thanks a lot! Bye-bye!”

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Insane Clown Posse – Santa’s a Fat Bitch tekst piosenki

Thursday, 28 October 2010

Santa clause , sucked my balls
Drunk as hell , ringing bells at the malls
Dancer, Prancer, Nixon , Cupid
Im gonna get stupied
Ha Ha Ha YEA
I sat around all night, under the chimmney
holding my sack , like gimmie gimmie
I know thats hes commin , commin, he must
Lookin up but nothing, rust , dust
Turn on my t.v the very next day
I see your gettin paid, leadin the parade
Im that sniper on the building
Listen to my 9 go click
Santa’s a Fat Bitch

Santa clause is a fat bitch
another year i aint get shit
If i hear him land on my roof
Im gonna bust his ass into 2

Yea i got somethin to say about St. Nick
Fuck that hoe, he never brought jack shit
No toys or candy canes, just a lump of coal
So i eat it cuz there aint nothin in the cupboard
So ill be quick, quick and bref
All i need for christmas is my 2 front teeth
I got my kicked, kicked out my mouth
I need a few new ones
could you help me out?
Should of known id get the short end of the stick
no kind of gift, i didnt get shit
Some say i was bad, but that wasent it
its all because santa clause is a fat bitch

Santa clause is a fat bitch
another year and i aint get shit
if i hear him land on my roof
im gonna bust his ass into 2

Ho ho ho , dont go that way rudolf
thats the ghetto
those boys and girls , they dont derserve anything

Santa Clause, Santa Clause
where you been
I see you got cookies and milk on your chin
I guess you had time to collect you ends
You always been down for your rich freinds
But rudolf , he dont bring the slay my way
Nothin but coal and dirt for little jay
i guess you couldnt fit down the chimney shaft
you need to lose some of that fat ass
All the little rich boys, they get paid
Counting them toys and duckets they made
Me, i got a little half trunk of dog shit
Im gonna kill that fat bitch

Santa Clause is a fat bitch
another year and i aint get shit
If i hear him land on my roof
im gonna bust his ass into 2

It was the night before christmas
and everythings white
not a creature sturring
but a fucken rat
i aint hearing jingle bells , i aint hearin nothin
I aint smelling no turkey , especially no stuffin
Oh im afraid, wished and prayed
This fat mother fucker would swing my way
and drop us sodas and rubber balls
But when i woke up i found my crusty old drawes
Yup Yup i knew it, it happend again, and again again
Every year i wake up to this same ol shit
house empty no sign of the fat bitch

Santa Clause is a fat bitch
another year and i aint get shit
if i hear him land on my roof
im gonna bust his ass into 2
………………………………
…………repeats……….

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Insane Clown Posse Ride The Tempest

Saturday, 23 October 2010

Step forth and face the beast that is the mighty tempest!
dare to go for a spin on the world’s most horrifically fabulous ride!
behold the tempest! the fastest, highest, steepest, and tallest
coaster-ride ever to exist on this or any other planet!

We fuckin rollin with no controllin, them bolts ain’t holdin
take you higher, rollin’ on wires, till time expires
swinging corners, so kids are goners, you hangin’ on-ers
duck them tunnels, they shrink like funnels…
get your forehead pummeled
we upside down you, then around and around you, your evil found you
let’s go faster, it’s sheer disaster, while spinnin’ backwards
jagged edges, no kind of ledges, with broken wedges
it’s the largest, fastest, steepest, deepest, tallest, all this, and more, roller coaster

It’s something thrilling for you, so get on, get on it (come on the tempest)
you got that feelin’ in you, so jump up, jump on it (jump on it)
it’s something wicked for you so get on, get on it (let’s ride the tempest)
we got that ticket for you, so jump up, jump on it

Electrifyin’ and now you climbin, feels like you flyin
the carts are shakin, slowly elevatin, sound like they breakin
rickety, rackety, clickity, clack, up we go, you no look back
some french guy had to look, froze up and fell out, he got so shook
so fuck him, them polls keep duckin, this cart you stuck in
upward spiral, the rings of fire, still climbing higher
rackety, rickity, clackity, click, now you on the tip-top tipity tip
tip of the largest, fastest, steepest, deepest, tallest, all this, and more, roller coaster

It’s something thrilling for you, so get on, get on it (come on the tempest)
you got that feelin’ in you, so jump up, jump on it (jump on it)
it’s something wicked for you so get on, get on it (let’s ride the tempest)
we got that ticket for you, so jump up, jump on it

Straight down, you fallin, you fallin
straight down so fast your skin is crawlin
straight down, you fallin, you fallin
straight down so fast your skin is crawlin
you fallin so fast, you see your whole life flash
your balls jump up your ass in a quick dash
you get whiplash, the shit fast on your bitch ass
and it don’t stop till the shit crash

It’s something thrilling for you, so get on, get on it (come on the tempest)
you got that feelin’ in you, so jump up, jump on it (jump on it)
it’s something wicked for you so get on, get on it (let’s ride the tempest)
we got that ticket for you, so jump up, jump on it

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Sedatives Insane Clown Posse

Tuesday, 19 October 2010

I like to suffocate people and bite their necks
They got me in a place that ain’t like the rest
And all you gotta do is try to go for the neck
And it’s sedatives…sedatives…like that
Slow down, colors smear all around
Weird sounds, you in the mind of a clown
And a wicked one somehow spinnin’ around
Wheel me down the hallway, arms strapped down
With sedatives

Hangin’ all out the neck from the IV
Sedatives for the lively
Study me, ask me, no answer
I’m cuttin’ your neck first chance sir

White walls, white floor, small room
After sedatives, they become ballrooms
Crows fly by my window slow
Headed that way but lookin’ at me though

Sedatives
Sedatives
Sedatives
Sedatives
Sedatives
Sedatives
Sedatives
Sedatives

I’m an accident, human malfunction at best
And I’m lookin’ at a scalpel sinkin’ into your chest
If I could only move, but them sedatives
Yanno, they’re saving your life, them sedatives
Some of these other patients are strong as hell
Suffocating one creep took me long as hell
But I took his sedatives, well I thought they were sedatives
But they were only medatives

I fake pain, call em’ over and play dead
And yank a fistfull of hair out the nurse lady’s head
High on sedatives again, put me in a tiny place
Chin strap, muzzle over my face
I threw a guy off the roof first day they admitted me
I was sedated but that’s when it hit me
The only time I’m at peace is when I ain’t even there
God tell me, why the fuck are we here!?

I want a lobotomy
No shock therapy
Come clean me nurse
Take care of me!

I suffocated the last 2 they sent in alone
They had to stick me in the chest with a shot of methadone
Recreation time, wheel me to the courtyard
Four guards in white and they might be important
And the sky is blue and I can watch trees grow
Watch leaves blow, enjoy the sedatives show

Well I even have my very own room these days
White straight jacket, padded walls and PJ’s
But there’s so many ways and every stunt I pull
I even slammed my own mouth down on the toilet bowl
For attention maybe, not to mention a sedative
Heard one guy say “why even let it live?”
There’s probably no sedatives in hell
And that’s the only reason I’m alive still!

The witch is everywhere and I can see that y’all
Stabbed one nurse in the neck with a straw
A plastic straw, yeah it’s flimsy and weak
But if you cork it with your thumb and hold it right…FREAK!

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