I am probably going to get into some trouble with this. For far too many just don’t get it, but after watching that segment about the [Insane Clown Posse (ICP)] and their more devoted fans, who are called Juggalos, I felt a very strong urging to say something. Now, I would like to believe that it came from our Heavenly Father, but most will undoubtedly have a real problem with that.
Anyway, I felt like Mr. Bashir and the [Nightline] producers did an admirable job of trying to be fair. Nonetheless, the focus of the piece was clearly about how much blame should be placed upon ICP for what some of their fans do.
It is a familiar premise. For preachers and pundits were trying to blame Elvis Presley’s swiveling hips for all sorts of misbehavior years ago, and he was not the first to catch such flack.
In all fairness to Nightline’s thinly veiled position, it doesn’t take much of a listen to hear some rather disturbing things being sung about by ICP. Some examples of that are included below.
On the other hand, not all is as it seems, and if they could forego much of the vulgarity, I could get into their music. In fact, I really like Let’s Go All The Way, and I think that many will find the message of Thy Unveiling to be rather interesting—to say the least.
No, I am not suggesting that ICP is completely innocent of all charges. For they take way too much way too far, but trying to pin the blame for criminal conduct on their music is placing the cart before the horse. For they would have been singing a different tune (or out of the business entirely) if there wasn’t a fairly great demand for what they are singing about to start with.
The first video below is the unedited (I think) version of the ICP Nightline interview, and the next two are reactions from viewers. After that comes three ICP songs. Please proceed with caution if you have delicate sensibilities.
Anyway, I felt like Mr. Bashir and the [Nightline] producers did an admirable job of trying to be fair. Nonetheless, the focus of the piece was clearly about how much blame should be placed upon ICP for what some of their fans do.
It is a familiar premise. For preachers and pundits were trying to blame Elvis Presley’s swiveling hips for all sorts of misbehavior years ago, and he was not the first to catch such flack.
In all fairness to Nightline’s thinly veiled position, it doesn’t take much of a listen to hear some rather disturbing things being sung about by ICP. Some examples of that are included below.
On the other hand, not all is as it seems, and if they could forego much of the vulgarity, I could get into their music. In fact, I really like Let’s Go All The Way, and I think that many will find the message of Thy Unveiling to be rather interesting—to say the least.
No, I am not suggesting that ICP is completely innocent of all charges. For they take way too much way too far, but trying to pin the blame for criminal conduct on their music is placing the cart before the horse. For they would have been singing a different tune (or out of the business entirely) if there wasn’t a fairly great demand for what they are singing about to start with.
The first video below is the unedited (I think) version of the ICP Nightline interview, and the next two are reactions from viewers. After that comes three ICP songs. Please proceed with caution if you have delicate sensibilities.
Link: [On YouTube]
Link: [On YouTube]
Link: [On YouTube]
Link: [On YouTube]
Let’s Go All The Way
Insane Clown Posse
Ain’t nobody jealous
Everybody has they own
Nobody’s 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
Let’s 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 y’all
So let’s 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
Let’s go all the way
Let’s go all the way
Let’s go all the way
Let’s go all the way
Let’s go all the way
Let’s go all the way
Let’s go all the way
Let’s go all the way
Link: [On YouTube]
Juggalo Homies
Insane Clown Posse
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 a$$ relatives over ham dinner
If they really miss you so much
Why don’t they just call a muthaf#%&er
If you wasn’t blood
Would you still have love
Or in fact
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
Third 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 f#%& threw up all over your car
And then felt worse than you
About that $@it in the mornin’
Friends y’all
Who loaned you money homie
Who woes 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
We talkin’ about homies
Homies
Talkin’ about the road dogs of mine
Our muthaf#%&in’ homies
Homies
We throwin’ up clown love signs
Real Juggalo
Homies
Homies
Talkin’ about the road dogs of mine
Homies
Homies
Have you ever had a job that you truly despise
Like I don’t know
Maybe dish washin’
Or f#%&in’ 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 y’all beatin’ him down
Your homies standin’ on his back
While you kickin’ his head around
But responsibility is there
I can’t lie
Though
I’d of been plucked his f#%& eye ball out with a chicken bone
I’m crazy as f#%&
I’ll rip your piercings off
And now my homies are holdin’ me back
So I don’t look soft
When you snuck the car out
Who did you get
Who
And when you got caught
Who you blame the $@it
Who
Who can relax around
And scratch your balls
Who
Homies
I’m talkin’ about like you and yours
We talkin’ about homies
Homies
Talkin’ about the road dogs of mine
Our muthaf#%&in’ 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 f#%& on
Carnival ain’t for everyone
Keep it in your click
F#%& the outside baby
You don’t like me
You can f#%& on
Carnival ain’t for everyone
Runnin’ with the homies
Until I’m old like Grady
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 goona ride
Ya know I’m wit it
Puff it and pass it
And I give it to my homies y’all
Hit it and quit it
And I give it to my homies y’all
I got the world around my finger
With my homies y’all
And everything is obsolete
Unless I hear my homies call
We worldwide
We’re homies across the planet
Stickin’ together like zippers
On Michael Jackson’s Beat It jacket
They got my back
Like tat for that
I love y’all
Hangin’ ‘til we old and gray grandpas
Psychopathic
We talkin’ about homies
Homies
Talkin’ about the road dogs of mine
Our muthaf#%&in’ 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 f#%& on
Carnival ain’t for everyone
Keep it your click
F#%& the outside baby
You don’t like me
You can f#%& on
Carnival ain’t for everyone
Runnin’ with the homies
Until I’m old like Grady
You don’t like me
You can f#%& on
Carnival ain’t for everyone
Keep it in you click
F#%& the outside baby
You don’t like me
You can f#%& on
Carnival ain’t for everyone
Swingin’ hatches on the daily
With my crew actin’ crazy
Homies
Homies
Talkin’ about the road dogs of mine
Link: [On YouTube]
Thy Unveiling
Insane Clown Posse
Carnival of Carnage
The Ringmaster
The Riddle Box
The Great Milenko
The Amazing Jeckel Brothers
And The Wraith
Looks like we’re all out of time brother
Everybody’s out of time
F#& it
We gots to tell
All secrets will now be told
No more hidden messengers
This is it y’all
Times up
Everything be out right here
No need for the reverse talkin’
The truth
Now we have been told
This carnival $@it has touched many lives
People have f#%&in’ sworn to us
They too can feel it inside
What is it that draws you in
This magic that compels you
We’ve been waiting six f#%&in’ joker cards
To finally tell you
This messages and hints were there
Although most never picked up on them
We snuck ‘em in subliminally
With that wicked $@it around them
We mentioned more and more of this
On every Joker’s Card
The bottom line always the same
You ain’t have to look hard
We wickedly kick it
Inflict it
You get it
Get with it
And dig we don’t preach it flat out
‘Cause some ninjas don’t wanna get with ya
They quick to forget ya
Without the hatchet and get up
So we rose the hatchet
Do or die
Now Juggalos standing tall
After all six have risen
The end of time
Will consume us all
It ain’t got nothing to do with us
It ain’t Psychopathic Records
All we’re doin’ is pointin’ this $@it out to you
We in this together
Who’s behind the Dark Carnival
The Gatherings
And the hatchet
Who’s behind Dark Lotus
The circus
And everybody at it
Who invented Juggalos
And Juggalettes
And f#%&in’ Faygo showers
What about that feelin’ you get
When bumpin’ our $@it
Who’s behind these Juggalo powers
This ain’t no f#%&in’ fan club
It ain’t about makin’ a buck
Don’t buy our f#%&in’ action figures b!t%h
I don’t give a f#%&
It ain’t about Violent J or Shaggy
The Butterfly or Seventeen
When we speak of Shangri-La
What you think we mean
Truth is we follow God
We’ve always been behind Him
The carnival is God
And may all Juggalos find Him
May the Juggalos find Him
May the Juggalos find Him
May the Juggalos find Him
He’s out there
He’s out there
We’re not sorry if we tricked you
We don’t care what happens now
We’re not sorry if we tricked you
We swing our hatchet and we’re proud
We’re not sorry if we tricked you
Painted faces in the crowd
We’re not sorry if we tricked you
The carnival will carry on
He’s out there
May the Juggalos find Him
He’s out there
May the Juggalos find Him
We’re not sorry if we tricked you
We don’t care what happens now
We’re not sorry if we tricked you
We swing our hatchet and we’re proud
We’re not sorry if we tricked you
Painted faces in the crowd
We’re not sorry if we tricked you
The carnival will carry on
Yeah
He’s everywhere
I’m sayin’
He’s anywhere
Juggalos
He’s out there
Yeah
Yeah
Everywhere
He’s out there
Come see the show
Big top show
Walk in and hang with the dead carnival
Dead dirty carnies
Dead Juggalos
Walk in and hang with the dead carnival
He’s out there
Juggla
Juggla
F#%& with the Juggla
Juggla
Juggla
F#%& with Juggla
Juggla
Juggla
F#%& with Juggla
Ya can’t f#%& with the Juggla
May the Juggalos find Him
May the Juggalos find Him
He’s out there
May the Jugglaos find Him
May the Juggalos find Him
He’s out there
He’s out there
We all gonna die
But I’m not gonna fry
Even though most never try
I’m not gonna let this pass me by
No
This is our world
This is our world
This is our world
So get the f#%& out
This is our world
This is our world
This is our world
So get the f#%& out
We’re not sorry if we tricked you
We don’t care what happens now
We’re not sorry if we tricked you
We swing our hatchet and we’re proud
We’re not sorry if we tricked you
Painted faces in the crowd
We’re not sorry if we tricked you
The carnival will carry on
Suck my nuts b!t%h
F#%& you
Suck my nuts b!t%c
F#%& you
Inner City Posse got the dog beats
ICP
We got the dog beats
Inner City Posse got the dog beats
ICP
We got the dog beats
Three rings
A ding-a-ding-ding
People love to point and stare
Three rings
A ding-a-ding-ding
It’s the same as everywhere
Murder go ‘round
Murder go ‘round
How you gonna f#%& wit the wicked clown
Murder go ‘round
Murder go ‘round
How you gonna f#%& with the wicked clown
He’s out there
We don’t care what happens now
We swing our hatchets and we’re proud
Painted faces in the crown
The carnival will carry on
The carnival will carry on
Painted faces in the crowd
The carnival will carry on
The carnival will carry on
Thank you
Ladies and gentlemen
Thank you for joining us
We hope you’ve enjoyed the Wraith’s exhibit
Of Shangri-La
And soon as you die
This will be yours
Thank you for joining us
Thank you biatch
Ha ha ha ha
Always remember to f#%& off
Thank you
F#%& off
Good Bye
Thank you
Lyrics From: [elyics.net]
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