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These are basically the lyrics to my favourite songs by ICP
Under the Moon

I'm still here..under the moon.

I was just a child but you seemed like so much more.
The way you would approach me and drift across the floor,
I'd see you in the hall and you'd kiss me with a smile.
I never understood it was I even worth your while?
The other kids at school they would hate me and they'd spit.
Cuz I was just a no one to them I wasn't shit.
But you would always hold me and stand there by my side,
We were only 17 we'd be together till we died.
But then it all happened the ever dreadful day.
Somebody tried to rape you and now I'll make him pay.
You pointed him out to me- my thoughts began to race.
I took my daddy's 45 and shot him in the fuckin' face!
I did it all for you and though I'm facin' years
I would do the time just to equal all your tears
The last thing that you told me when I left the courtroom
Is that we'd always be together... cuz we're both under the moon.

"I'll forever love you even in your doom, we'll always be together cuz
we're both under the moon" I'll forever love you even in your doom, we'll
always be together

I sit here in my cell and the walls are made of stone
I justified your pain but now I sit alone
I write another letter I write one everyday
I never got a letter back I write em anyway
I try to call collect- your number has been changed
I'm starin at the light bulb and I start to feel deranged
You never came to visit me I sit facin tha glass
No-one's on tha other side and now its in tha past
My head is always spinnin I'm poundin' on the wall
I feel like I'm forgotten no sign of you at all
You're probably gettin' married you're probably gettin fucked
I'll break out of this cage and try to cut that muthafucka up
I curl up in the corner my body will corrode,
My teeth are turning into dust skin is growing mold
I'm starin' out tha window of my eternal doom
I know that you are out there... somewhere underneath the moon.

"i'll forever love you even in your doom we'll always be together cuz
we're both under the moon" I'll forever love you even in your doom, we'll
always be together

Many many years many more to go duz she still remember? God he only knows I
now become a savage they chain me to a wall I still can see your body I
still can hear ya call I'm nothin but a maggot I'm locked away and lost the
world that duzn't want me my dignity is tossed and to tha girl for who I feel
this doom look here...fuck you and the moon

Fuck You and the moon
Fuck you and the moon
Fuck you and the moon
Fuck you and the moon
I'll forever love you even in your doom we'll always be together cuz
we're both under the moon (Fuck you and the moon)
I'll forever love you even in your doom we'll always be together cuz
we're both under the moon (Fuck you and the moon)
I'll forever love you even in your doom we'll always be together cuz
we're both under the moon (Fuck you and the moon)
I'll forever love you even in your doom we'll always be together cuz
we're both under the moon (Fuck you and the moon)
I'm still here under the moon
I'm still here under the moon
I'm still here under the moon
I'm still here under the moon
I'm still here under the moon
Still under the moon
I'm still here under the moon
Still under the moon
I'm still here under the moon
Still under the moon


Piggy Pie

COME AND GET IT! Woo! We got some fresh vittles for your fat chicken-ass
to snack on, bitch!
So here, start wit' a slice of this fresh piggy pie, mother fuka!
The first little piggy, his house is made of wood,
He lives in a chicken turkey piggy neighborhood.
He likes to fuck his sister, and drink his moonshine,
A typical redneck filthy fuckin' swine!
I rode into town with my ax in my holster,
Everybody knows about the wicked piggy roaster.
A farmer at the border, he tried to take me out,
I drew my ax with the quickness, and cut his chicken feathers out!
Walked in the village, and to the piggy's place,
He opened up his door, and popped me in the face.
It blew me off the porch, and cracked my head in half,
But I'm a Juggalo, so it only made me laugh. (Hehe!)
Forty in hand, I rose from the dead,
And threw with all my might, I made a ping noise off his head.
Since we out west, I had a little fun,
And pulled his fuckin' tongue out the back of his cranium!

(chors)

Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie.
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die.
I might use a gun, (No!)
I might use an ax, (yes!)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks!

The second little piggy, his house is made of brick,
And this little piggy is a mutha fuckin' dick.
He sits on his bench and gets all the respect,
But if I get a chance, I'm goin' straight for the neck.
He walked in the room, and everybody rose,
Lopped off bucket chillin' underneath my clothes.
First they let the piggy, now you can finally sit,
But what this piggy don't know is he's about to get his neck wet!
Now I see the bailiff, I'm thinkin' what the fuck?
I can smoke this room before his hearing aid will pick it up.
Old-ass man, I let him get away,
That tired mutha fucka, probably die tomorrow anyway.
Here come the piggy, it's time for my case,
His eyes are blood red with a wicked lookin' face.
He saw my joker's smile, and sentenced me a dime,
So I racked on the bucket, made it fuckin' rain pork rhines!

(chors)

Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie.
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die.
I might use a gun, (No!)
I might use an ax, (yes!)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks!

The last little piggy, his house is made of gold,
He lives in a mansion on his own private road,
I started walking down it, the guard he told me wait,
I bounced off his head and did a Jackie Chan over the gate!
Cuz this little piggy, must definitely fry,
I'm a lop his nugget off and toss it in the sky.
And then I watch the moon take the form of the devil,
And pull it out the sky, and beat it with a shovel.
People in my city, they fight for they meals,
He sleeps on a mattress stuffed with hundred dollar bills.
A richie is the devil, he never really made it,
So I'm a take his money stack and stuff his face wit' it.
Opened up his door, he's sleeping in his bed,
I grabbed a brick of gold laid it upside his head.
He begged for his life, I told him it's too late,
It took away his dough and watched the devil suffocate, cuz I need

(chors)

Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie.
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die.
I might use a gun, (No!)
I might use an ax, (yes!)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks! (X3)


How Many Times Lyrics

(chorus:)

How many times will I ask myself why, how many times?
How many times will I ask myself why, how many times will I cry?
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How many times will you honk your horn and say fuck you?
Now what the fuck does that do?
Ya feel better now? I didn't let ya pass,
How 'bout I stop my car, and beat your fuckin' ass?
How many times will my neighbor beat his wife?
Somewhere in that house there's a butcher knife.
Fuckin' drunk, swingin' his fists about,
Why don't you wait till he sleeps, then take him out?
How many times will I sit in a hot car?
Traffic jam, been sittin' for a fuckin' hour.
Must be an accident, I hope nobody died,
Finally get there, and the crash is on the other side!
The gawkers roll by and creep slow,
Hopin' they can see a mangled body show.
Some park, and stand there and watch it all,
With their kids, they point, and fuckin' stare! (and just look!)
I remember one time I was pulled over,
Handcuffed, the cop was like, show's over.
People watching, hoping that he shoots me,
I just wanted to choke their fucking heads!
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How many times will I wait in a line,
It's three-thirty, I fuckin' got here at nine.
I'm finally up to the front, can't wait another minute,
Why am I here? To pay a fucking parking ticket.
The lady at the counter acts like a fuckin' bitch,
No smiles, no help, you're just a piece of shit,
I'm gettin' pissed, calm down, fuck it, forget it,
Back to my car, and there it is, another ticket!
How many times will a crackhead smoke crack,
And ask me for some money cuz he wants crack,
Give him money, again, he's coming back,
Walk away, and here's another, "Gimmie crack."
How many time will a kid give a dirty look,
A little punk-ass bitch tryin to be a crook,
I wrote the book, I was out robbin' liquor stores,
When you were just a nut stain in your mama'a drawers.
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How many times will you steal my car stereo,
It don't even work, ya feel like a bitch, don't ya?
I vacuum all the fuckin' glass off from my seat,
I sit down, and got a piece stuck in my butt-cheek.
How many times did I walk in, and just sit,
And have to listen, and learn all this bullshit,
Learnin' history and science, fuckin' wait,
Knowin' that, will that put food on my plate?
Yeah, can I walk into McDonald's, into the counter,
And tell 'em you can make limestone from gunpowder,
Will they give me a cheeseburger if I know that shit?
Fuck no, fuck you, and shut your fuckin' lip!
How many times will a judge decide my fate,
Who is he? A bitch! Nothin' great.
He takes shits, and fuck his old floppy wife,
Plays with his balls and judges my life! (And who the fuck is he? He
judges my life!)
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Biography
BIOGRAPHY



Straight outta Detroit come these pasty-faced rock 'n' roll rappers with a taste for gore, a thirst for blood, and a love of clowns. Insane Clown Posse are an underground phenomenon that has only recently enjoyed nationwide success, due in part to their being dropped by Disney-owned Hollywood Records. Combining the shock-rock tactics of Kiss with the white-boy rap style of the early Beastie Boys, rappers Shaggy 2 Dope and Violent J have carved out a massive following with their brand of horrorcore rap, carnival theatrics and wild live shows.

Formed in 1990 as Inner City Posse, ICP were originally a local gang-based posse, but they slimmed down to a duo by the time they recorded their '91 indie debut, Dog Beats. Although the clown makeup was already in full effect, the ICP manifesto had yet to begin. By the time the group recorded their official debut full-length as Insane Clown Posse, Carnival Of Carnage, they had formed a concept around their releases around the concept of Jokers' Cards and the Dark Carnival. The six Cards were supposed to symbolize a countdown to the end of the world, as ushered in by the Dark Carnival. This Apocalyptic vision may sound too dark for hip-hop b-boys, but the trailer-trash white kids in Detroit ate it up like candy and the group quickly became a local sensation. Influenced by the local marketing techniques of fellow Detroit rappers Kid Rock and ESham, ICP toured constantly, covered the streets in flyers, made a variety of T-shirts, and sold special tapes and singles to commemorate every major performance. They also became notorious for their onstage use of Fago, a cheap Detroit-based soda that leaves audiences and clubs sticky and sweet.

Ringmaster and a slew of EPs followed and continued ICP's tradition of Stephen King/ Clive Barker tales of horror mixed with old-school beats and rock guitars. The group made enough noise that Jive Records picked them up for their third and arguably best album, Riddle Box, which featured their underground hit "Chicken Huntin'." Though the album sold well in their stronghold areas, it wasn't a national hit and ICP were dropped from Jive. More touring and street marketing followed and eventually ICP were picked up by Hollywood Records. However, a widely-publicized split with the Mickey Mouse label on the release day of their album, The Great Milenko, found the group with an anticipated new disc on their hands and no label to release it. Smelling controversy in the air, Island Records bought out their contract, slapped on the tracks that Hollywood had censored, and finally released the album in 1998.

Featuring guest spots from Alice Cooper, former Guns N' Roses guitarist Slash and ex-Sex Pistol Steve Jones Milenko was the fourth Jokers' Card and ICP's heaviest, most consistent album. Despite virtually no radio airplay and no MTV play whatsoever, the album quickly went gold and secured these horrific, wacky clowns a permanent place in the annals of shock-rock history.

Finally, after years of hard work and underground success, ICP are a nationally successful outfit with a huge fanbase and theater-level tours. Their merchandising business makes a killing, and new albums of rarities (including the recently-released Forgotten Freshness) and hard-to-find EPs and singles continue to flood the market. And with Island re-releasing the group's entire Psychotic Records catalog, ICP fans are sure to have yet another clown-filled money pit to dump their parents' hard-earned cash into. But the question remains, will the sixth Jokers' Card really lead to the end of the world? We'll just have to wait and see....


This Biography was written by Frank Meyer