Nah it ain't nothin like that.
It has do with the clown thing that's how it all started.
Like icp says they like being able to do whatever they want and people don't really take it seriousley because they're just a bunch of clowns. they throw faygo out in the crowd. Icp is known to put on hella shows, and they started doing this way back in the day. Just about every moment of the year one psychopathic concert is on tour. Juggalos... I dunno if you perceive us as weird that's okay. Well maybe the ones where you live are, but not around detroit. I know for a fact theres some pretty weird juggalo's and theres some hella cool ones, but If you ever get the chance to, if you really want to know what we're about listen to.
1) the wraith sampler - simple n blunt
2)The wraith - we belong
3) the wraith - homies
Those three songs basicly explain it all. but that's just if your interested. if not just don't even bother man.
But heres the lyrics if you don't feel like downloading the songs but still wanna c what it's about.
Simple n Blunt lyrics - A sampler made by icp for their last jokers card.
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 survace
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 fan base that's so behind the clown
That their 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 outerspace
I mean we call ourselves Juggalo's I guess I'd explain
That we relate cause we been threw the same kinds of pain
I mean ICP don't rap about the money we get
Cause half the Juggalo's so broke they stealin our shit
And they don't wanna hear about us puchin a benz
When they takin fuckin grey hounds just to get to gatherins
We likes it wicked
We keeps it wicked
We like cartoon serial slaughteras on our record
It's how we adjust to the pressure's of life
Let our music do the killin for you you'll be alright
And seriously ain't you the least bit curious
What's up with this underground world we getting furious
Just like this sampler that your bumpin right now
This might be your callin to our carnival grounds
Tell me this muthafucka, 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 muthafuckas come and shit on your dreams
Do you have ideas and something to say
Only ain't nobody ever got their ears pointed your way
Ever been fucked with for likin this like that
And go home with crazy thoughts about cuttin they neck
You might find an escape in the band this world hates
Cause we been gettin shit on homie we can relate
Any nobody here dating hollywood stars
Or attending VIP parties at high profile bars
But if we ain't your cup of tea
Just don't fuck with me
I respect the fuck out the fact that you stuck with me
And listened on while we tried to explain ourselves
Cause the hatchet's hustlin for some record sales
We know that ICP is fuckin hated and doubted
But our new albums the bomb and I wouldn't lie about it
We call it the wraith and it's the sixth jokers card
And the juggalo worlds but waitin long hard
So were savin it all, we won't play you a leg
That's why they got me on here rappin bout the shit
For ten years now this album has been in our focus
Everything from dog beats on through to dark lotus
And it's finally dropin on november fifth
Unless the fuckin 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 packageing and booklet is comes with is ill
So if your lookin for the best way of coppin 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 records the shit
And I don't give a fuck what rollin stone ends up givin
Cause that's just some fuckin other idiots opinion
If he knows what's so dope, he should make it himself
And quit fuckin judgin every fuckin body else
Anyway, all we tryin to say
is that our bomb ass LP is headed your way
A little something for the under dogs out there
We extending our depth to let you know that we here
And our carnival doors is always open to yours
And for everybody else we stand up and applause
For takein a little time to listen to me spit
On this here free CD hatchet sampler shit
And for all the Juggalos out there who been know the deal
We put this shit together for you to feel...
come on
And We belong - off the wraith
Ring Leader:
Aww, little baby bitch ass is crying again, what’s the matter?
Feelin’ like you don’t fit in anywhere?
What about fittin’ that ass in with us, the mighty Deezy Cizznarn?
We’ll fuckin’ gladly take ya
We take all shapes, colors, sizes and genders
We are the mighty mystical, mythological, Dark mother fuckin’ Carnival, BYYAATTCH!
Shaggy 2 Dope with ad-libs by Violent J:
I see you feelin’ lonely again, you’s a mother fucker, feelin’ like you don’t belong, like you the only other?
Some of us scrubs got it worse than you, no homies to call on, no crew to belong to
Some of us said fuck all that bullshit and dropped out, some of us stood up to fight but got knocked out
Some of us like to cuss but don’t like your format, we like the wicked shit and choose not to ignore that
Some of us be comin’ out of more than a broken home
Some of us be livin’ out of our cars and carry on
Some of see they Budget Suits and a real apartment and make you take off you shoes on our carpet
Some of us are on parole and can’t leave the state, and some of us are dead and gone, my homie Blaze can relate
And some can’t afford a free phone call
But them some of us’s equal us all
Think about that!
