Insane Clown Posse - Simple and Blunt lyrics
[Insane Clown Posse - Simple and Blunt lyrics]
Check it out
Another fuckin' sampler, I won't even front
I'll fuckin' tell you all about our shit
Simple and blunt and if you take the time to
Listen as I run this down
Maybe you might even dig our shit
And understand the wicked clown
We forever underground 'cause up
On the surface
They've always said we talentless pieces
Of shit and worthless
Yet, as I'm writing this now
I glance over at the wall
And I don't know how
But we got two platinum albums
And another four gold and we never used MTV
We went up the back road
And built a fanbase that's
So behind the clown
That they'll tear your fuckin' city in
Half to show they down
But see that's just it though
It ain't a fan base
It's a family drawn together like
We from outer space
I mean, we call ourselves juggalos
I guess I'd explain
That we relate 'cause we been through
The same kinds of pain
I mean, ICP don't rap about the money we get
Because half the juggalos so broke
They stealing our shit
And they don't wanna hear about
Us pushing a Benz
When they takin' fuckin' Greyhounds just
To get to gatherings
We likes it wicked, we keeps it wicked
We like cartoon serial slaughterers
On our record
It's how we adjust to the pressures of life
Let our music do the killing for you
You'll be alright and seriously
Ain't you the least bit curious
What's up with this underground
World? We gettin' furious
Just like this sampler that
You're bumping right now
This might be your calling
To our carnival grounds
Tell me this, motherfucker, truly
How you livin'? Ever get the urge maybe
Do a little wig-splittin'?
Ever been the last kid picked for a team?
Ever had motherfuckers come and
Shit on your dreams?
Do you have ideas and something to say
Only ain't nobody ever got they
Ears pointed your way?
Ever been fucked with for like
This and like that
And go home with crazy thoughts
About cutting they neck?
You might find an escape in
This band the world hates
'Cause we been getting shit on, homie
We can relate and ain't nobody here dating
Any Hollywood stars
Attending VIP parties at high-profile bars
But if we ain't your cup of tea
Then just don't fuck with me
I respect the fuck out the fact
That you stuck with me
And listened on while I
Tried to explain ourselves
'Cause the hatchet's hustling for
Some record sales
We know that ICP is fuckin' hated and doubted
But our new album's the bomb and
I wouldn't lie about it
We call it the Wraith and
It's the sixth joker's card
And the juggalo world's been
Waiting long and hard
So we saving it all, we won't play you a lick
That's why they got me on
Here rappin' 'bout this shit
But for ten years this album
Has been in our focus
Everything from Dog Beats on
Through to Dark Lotus
And it's finally dropping on November 5th
Unless the fucking record label
Fucks up the shit
Plan is that's the day that
The best we can do will be put in the stores
And delivered to you
Or you can download the shit free
Most probably will
But the packaging and booklet it
Comes with is ill
So if you're lookin' for the best
Way of copping it free
My advice is hit a record
Store and pluck the CD
Get you the booklet and get you the disc
And leave all the case with
The cover and shit
And then buy something cheap like
A Britney Spears sticker
So they don't get suspicious when they
See you at the register
One way or the other I can promise you this
Juggalo or not, our fuckin' record's the shit
And I don't give a fuck what
Rolling Stone ends up givin'
'Cause that's just some fuckin'
Other idiot's opinion
If he knows what's so dope
He should make it himself
And quit fucking judging
Every-fuckin-body else
Anyway, all we trying to say
Is that our bomb ass LP is headed your way
A little something for the
Underdogs out there
We extending a dap to let
You know that we here
And our carnival doors is
Always open to yours
And for everybody else we
Stand up in applause
For taking a little time to listen to me spit
On this here free CD hatchet sampler shit
And for all the juggalos out there
That been know the deal
We put together this here for you to feel
Come on
Another fuckin' sampler, I won't even front
I'll fuckin' tell you all about our shit
Simple and blunt and if you take the time to
Listen as I run this down
Maybe you might even dig our shit
And understand the wicked clown
We forever underground 'cause up
On the surface
They've always said we talentless pieces
Of shit and worthless
Yet, as I'm writing this now
I glance over at the wall
And I don't know how
But we got two platinum albums
And another four gold and we never used MTV
We went up the back road
And built a fanbase that's
So behind the clown
That they'll tear your fuckin' city in
Half to show they down
But see that's just it though
It ain't a fan base
It's a family drawn together like
We from outer space
I mean, we call ourselves juggalos
I guess I'd explain
That we relate 'cause we been through
The same kinds of pain
I mean, ICP don't rap about the money we get
Because half the juggalos so broke
They stealing our shit
And they don't wanna hear about
Us pushing a Benz
When they takin' fuckin' Greyhounds just
To get to gatherings
We likes it wicked, we keeps it wicked
We like cartoon serial slaughterers
On our record
It's how we adjust to the pressures of life
Let our music do the killing for you
You'll be alright and seriously
Ain't you the least bit curious
What's up with this underground
World? We gettin' furious
Just like this sampler that
You're bumping right now
This might be your calling
To our carnival grounds
Tell me this, motherfucker, truly
How you livin'? Ever get the urge maybe
Do a little wig-splittin'?
Ever been the last kid picked for a team?
Ever had motherfuckers come and
Shit on your dreams?
Do you have ideas and something to say
Only ain't nobody ever got they
Ears pointed your way?
Ever been fucked with for like
This and like that
And go home with crazy thoughts
About cutting they neck?
You might find an escape in
This band the world hates
'Cause we been getting shit on, homie
We can relate and ain't nobody here dating
Any Hollywood stars
Attending VIP parties at high-profile bars
But if we ain't your cup of tea
Then just don't fuck with me
I respect the fuck out the fact
That you stuck with me
And listened on while I
Tried to explain ourselves
'Cause the hatchet's hustling for
Some record sales
We know that ICP is fuckin' hated and doubted
But our new album's the bomb and
I wouldn't lie about it
We call it the Wraith and
It's the sixth joker's card
And the juggalo world's been
Waiting long and hard
So we saving it all, we won't play you a lick
That's why they got me on
Here rappin' 'bout this shit
But for ten years this album
Has been in our focus
Everything from Dog Beats on
Through to Dark Lotus
And it's finally dropping on November 5th
Unless the fucking record label
Fucks up the shit
Plan is that's the day that
The best we can do will be put in the stores
And delivered to you
Or you can download the shit free
Most probably will
But the packaging and booklet it
Comes with is ill
So if you're lookin' for the best
Way of copping it free
My advice is hit a record
Store and pluck the CD
Get you the booklet and get you the disc
And leave all the case with
The cover and shit
And then buy something cheap like
A Britney Spears sticker
So they don't get suspicious when they
See you at the register
One way or the other I can promise you this
Juggalo or not, our fuckin' record's the shit
And I don't give a fuck what
Rolling Stone ends up givin'
'Cause that's just some fuckin'
Other idiot's opinion
If he knows what's so dope
He should make it himself
And quit fucking judging
Every-fuckin-body else
Anyway, all we trying to say
Is that our bomb ass LP is headed your way
A little something for the
Underdogs out there
We extending a dap to let
You know that we here
And our carnival doors is
Always open to yours
And for everybody else we
Stand up in applause
For taking a little time to listen to me spit
On this here free CD hatchet sampler shit
And for all the juggalos out there
That been know the deal
We put together this here for you to feel
Come on