interpret insane clown posse lyrics (1 Viewer)

[stamos]

hey i thought we should have a thread where we interpret icp lyrics

this one is from a song called 'beverly kills 50187':

Dylan, Dylan, I'm trying to find Dylan
I'm finna cut his throat with a carny carny killin
Rich boy never seen a ghetto jokero
Slap you in the head with a sledgehammo

This lyric is about the most overrated musician of all time, Bob Dylan. Everything here is self-explanitory. It's about being a juggalo iconoclast and smashing existing music paradigms. Killing your idols. You'll never be free to create anything worthwhile unless you get rid of your influences. There will be blood on the tracks when the icp are done with you Bob Dylan, mark their words:

Aww, aww, Dylan
Aww I want your anus
Aww, you're so hot
Kicked in the stall
Then I kicked in his jaw
Kicked him in face
And I kicked in his balls

so interpret icp songs yourself, all of the lyrics are at: http://www.lyricscafe.com/i/insane_clown.htm

 

[Nick]

"Prom Queen"

Won't you be my prom queen? (I can be your prom baby)
Won't you be my prom queen?
Everybody has a real good time

It was really fuckin easy, I'm a human hater
I took a towel from the locker room to suffocate her
I had to throw away her gym bag and all her folders
And when it got dark, I caried her home on my shoulders
My daddy was asleep, when I snuck her in the back
I thought about my situation and it's kind of whack
It sounds cheap, but we're having prom in my cellar
But she's dead, I guess I'll never have to tell her
I took the bottles of Tamiace, four dollars worth
I took the seventeen dollars that was in her purse
I bought balloons and streaming and stuff to munch
I had a dollar left, I bought a Faygo Punch
I hung the streamers and balloons on my basement wall
I banged my head a couple times, I'm just too fuckin tall
I would have took her to the school like a normal man
But I had to kill her first they'd never understand
I put a record on and then I picked her up to dance
I bet she cannot feel the woody growing in my pants
I know my daddy would be proud of all that I've done
Instead of burning me, he'd probably come and hug his son
I think about it as I dance slowly to the beat
The more I think about it tears are rolling down my cheek
I hope I showed Christine a night like no other
After all, that's how my daddy did my mother

"Our Seniors deserve a night to celebrate with friends, celebrate
all their great work. Prom night is your very own special night,
and everybody always remember their high school prom."

Won't you be my prom queen? (I can be your prom baby)
Won't you be my prom queen?
Everybody has a real good time

can really see the Dylan influence in this folky lyric

i'm pretty tired of love songs though

 

[um..]

"Ghetto Freak Show"

[Chorus X4]
Ghetto freak show Ghe Ghe Ghetto Freakshow
Ghetto freak Ghe Ghetto Freakshow

It's three o'clock in the morning and you're sleeping
Wicked clowns in the moonlight creeping
Slide through your window under your bed
Crawl in through your ear, eat your head
Bumping into bones cuz I need light
Tip-toeing down through your windpipe
Climbing down your spine was the fun part
Looky looky and I think I see your fucking heart
Uh huh so I'm stabbing like it ain't nothing
Wicked clown cut his way out your belly button
I'm like a vulture waiting in a dark place
Swooping down and I'm picking at your dead face
I'm sick but you don't know the whole deal
No one ever loved me and they never will
Bitch, I take you out on a blind date
But then they find you dead under a wooden crate
Rapped in a bag deep in the woods
Cause my mother always said I was no good
Locked me in a closet, fed me dog shit
Well, I'm out now, so motherfucker watch it
The insanity's grip will never let go
Here's your chance to a glimpse of a ghetto freak show

[Chorus X4]

I'm a freak show coming to your house
Standing at your porch, chewing on a dead mouse
I'm looking like a fly so you swat me
Keep chasing me even though you got me
So what you wanna do to a ghetto thug
First you starve me and feed me them fuckin' drugs
Turn me into a wicked, wicked cat
I'm coming to your house, so catch ya catch ya clown
Gotta have a fucking throat, hatchet once, hatchet twice
Gotta have the governor, the richer fucker, pay the price
Driving with your woman, that's sweet
Never even know I'm in the back seat
Chat chit-chat about the weather
But then I slam they fucking heads together
Is it jealousy, they never loved me
So now I'm ripping out your guts and it's ugly
I'm trapped, don't wanna be a rich man
Not a poor man, I need my own land
Because the rich man be stressing all the dumb stuff
They cut there fucking wrists if the grass ain't green enough
Right there in your face, you can't tag it
Just found out your son is a faggot
Dick-sucking, butt-fucking homo man
If ya stressing then you better talk to mojo man
Insanity's grip will never let go
Here's your chance to catch a glimpse of a ghetto freak show

[Chorus X4]

Ahaha, Violent J, the Ghetto Freak Show
He's still alive
The ultimate amazing freak show
Is here on the Carnival of Carnage
Line up and see him
Lived years in the slums
And he's still alive to tell about
Line up and see him
He's nasty, he's disgusting
He's filthy, he is a freak show
And you can see him live at the
Carnival of Carnage
You, young man
You look like you could use a viewing
Of a good freak show
Line up, bring your sister, your brother
And see the ghetto freak show
Violent J is still alive

this is possibly about airborne virii, such as influenza. i think icp are trying to tell us to rug up in winter, and leave your window closed if there is a breeze. which is quite nice of them

 

[stamos]

violent J is rather considerate, i must say

 

[stamos]

Me and Jumpsteady killa hookers at night
check my bumper hair follicles and blood in the light
Me and Billy Bill, we put a arm in shaggy's trunk
He woulda never noticed, but it stunk soo bad...

This roughly means:

My associate Jumpstead and I negligently caused the death of two women last night. They were gainfully employed as escorts. Were the incident tried in a court of law, we would be found culpable and then we would be charged with homocide. In a nefarious subterfuge, Billy Bill and I tried to circumvent this by removing all human residue from the bumper bar of our automotive vehicle. Following that, we hid a peice of a carcass inside a car owned by Shaggy. Shaggy discovered our betrayal after investigating the pungent stentch that emanated from the boot of his car.

Sometimes driving your car is so enjoyable that you forget about your civic responsibility. This tragic story reminds us all that around every street corner escorts are lurking- just waiting to be run over. A chilling tale to be sure.

 

[AsyLum]

[Violent J]
Ticket please, thanks, walk through the door
Into the Halls Of Illusions, visit yours
And see what coulda and shoulda and woulda been real
But you had to fuck up tha whole deal

"Lets take a walk down the hallway
It's a long way it, it takes all day!"

And when you get to tha end, you'll find a chair
With straps and chains, we slap you in there
Lock you down tight so you can't move a thread
And pull your eyelids up over your head
Cuz you're about to witness an illusionary dream
It's just to bad it ain't what it seems

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
You walk in and see two kids on the floor
They playin Nintendo and he's got tha high score
And sittin behind them chillin in a chair
Is your wife, when ya look, oh, you ain't there
It's some other man in the hand in hand
Now she looks so happy you don't understand
See this is an illusion, it never came true
All because of you!

[Violent J]
Back to reality and what you're about
Your wife can't smile cuz ya knocked her teeth out
And she can't see straight from gettin hit
Cuz you're a fat fuckin drunk piece of shit
But it's all good here, come have a beer
I'll break the top off it and shove it in ya ear
And you're death comes wicked painful and slow
At tha hands of MILENKO!

[Chorus (2x)]
Great Milenko, wave your wand
Don't look now, your life is gone
This is all because of you
What you got yourself into

[Violent J]
Look who's next it's Mr. Clark
The dirty old man from the trailer park
You got your ticket? Thanks take your coat off
And later on, why not, I'll rip your throat off

"Lets take a walk down the hallway
It's a long way it, it takes all day"

And when you get to the end you'll find a chair
You see all the blood, yeah your boy was just here
We get all different kind of people comin through
Richies, chickens and bitches just like you
In the Halls everybody gets a turn
To sit and witness your illusion before you burn

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
What do we have here, oh yeah, no way
It looks like your kids and they okay
Your daughter's chillin up in college top grade
And your son's a fuckin doctor, phat paid
They got families and kids and it's all good
They even coach little league in the neighborhood
Is this true have ya really seen tha holy ghost?
Nah, bitch, not even close!

[Violent J]
Back to reality your son's on crack
And your daughter's got nut stains on her back
And they both fuckin smell like shit
And live in the gutter and sell crack to each other
When they were kids you'd beat em and leave em home
And even whip em with the cord on the telephone
And that reminds me man hey ya gotta call
Watch your step to Hell...it's a long fall!

[Chorus (2x)]

[Violent J]
Ah, it's time to pack up and move to the next town
But we forgot Mr. Bigot, okay, dig it
We can't show you an illusion cuz we're all packed
But I'll still cut ya neck out, hows that?

[Chorus (4x)]

 

[jumb]

Get the dating game. Funny as.

Also, one of their songs thats not as bad, is Homies.

 

[Soma]

ICP is probably the wackest shit out at the minute, whereas dylan is a fucking god. Fuck I hate ICP anyone that listens to them deserves to be kicked in the teeth.

 

[glycerine]

the only icp song i remember is the one abt wishing george bush would die. for some reason when i tried to sing it in my head it came out as asshole. the lyrics aren't on that site so far as i can see and i cbf looking it up but it was very good.

 

[stamos]

ICP is probably the wackest shit out at the minute, whereas dylan is a fucking god. Fuck I hate ICP anyone that listens to them deserves to be kicked in the teeth.

hahaha do you think i'm being serious?

 

[Atticus.]

its so obvious that icp are targeting younger kids who think they are cool because they are listening to music with so much swearing in it... ill admit i used to be like that.......

ICP ARE FUCKED AND yes whoever said anyone who listens to them should be kicked in the teeth was right. although i reckon kicked in the teeth in public naked is a better punishment

 

[Nick]

ICP ARE FUCKED AND yes whoever said anyone who listens to them should be kicked in the teeth was right. although i reckon kicked in the teeth in public naked is a better punishment

that's a very Violent J comment to make

 

[AsyLum]

rofl. i dont mind some icp, dont take it seriously, but fuck its some funny ass lyrics.

 

[w1ck3d_c10wn]

lol u fucking idiots taking their lyrics seriously, just like the lil kids....

 

[um..]

lol ROFL kekekek ^^

 

[w1ck3d_c10wn]

Dead bodies, dead bodies all over the street.
55-65, bodies at least.
I hang with the stiffs till the break of dawn.
I'm always finding bodies when I'm mowing the lawn.
Drag 'em in the house, throw 'em in the oven.
Wicked clown lovin' that dead body grubbin'.
Tastes like chicken, finger lickin deepfried.
I ate a dead body, but don't tell. I lied.
I just ate my first dead body last week,
Still got the fingernail caught in my teeth.
Before ya start yellin' and cursin' my name,
Remember somethings wrong with my brain, insane.
Second I was born, doctor threw me against the wall.
Kicked open the doors and he whipped me down the hall.
I'm sliding and I'm boucin' off shit like a hockey puck.
And my mother's like, "What the fuck?!"
He said I was born of an alien race.
Born with a hatchet and a juggalo face.
But I'm not a martian, you wouldn't understand.
I'm just a dead body man.

"We've got bodies! Dead bodies! We got fat ones, skinny ones, males, females,
hermaphrodites! We got somebodies! We got nobodies! Bodies, bodies, bodies!
WOO!"

Dead bodies, dead bodies in the back of my van.
All the little kiddies love the dead body man.
I drive through my neighborhood ringin' my bell.
Some people run cause they don't like the smell.
Others line up just as quick as they can.
To try to catch a glimpse of the dead body man.
It's all good, if you can stand the funk. but uh.....
Just don't look in the trunk.
I drive down central kickin the bass.
Chillin' with my freaks and I'm pickin' her face.
Maggots and bugs like to crawl on her head.
Cause my bitch is dead, I'd rather that instead.
I'm a hoe you can't trust, always diggin a nut.
A dead body bitch learned to keep her mouth shut.
Riding in the back is my dead body crew.
Only they can never think of nothin' to do.
If you think I'm sick, take a look at yourslf.
You got dead deer heads up on your shelf.
On your key chain is a little baby rabbit's hand.
I'm just the dead body man.

"We also collect dead bodies! So if you know any dead people, or you yourself
are
planning on dying soon, we'll be happy to come to your house and pay cash for
it! We
appreciate good, healthy, stiffs for our dinner! WAHOO!"

Call me the dead body man (Some'll give 'em to me!)
Call me the dead body man (Just sell 'em to me!)
Call me the dead body man (You can mail 'em to me!)
Call me the dead body man (But, Bring 'em to me!)

Call me the dead body man (Won't ya give 'em to me!)
Call me the dead body man (You can sell 'em to me!)
Call me the dead body man (Just mail 'em to me!)
Call me the dead body man (But, Bring 'em to me!)
(repeat)

Call me the dead body man...
Call me the dead body man...


^^ well that song must be encouraging people to eat corpses... yay for my fantastic analysis ;p

"Blacken Your Eyes"

Filled your head with lead cuz I want you dead...
Girlie girlie bitch you fucking freaky bitch
I knowing what you think, you think your shit don't stink
Take you out to dine and dine and wine and dine
I tell you you look fine, then we fuck till I break your spine
Bitchy bitchy hoe, we fucking on the floor
We fucking in the bed then I'll shoot you in your head
You never make me cry, before that bitch you die
Wicked clown sadistic Sadistic psycholistic
I do like Nate the Mack and club ya in the back
I'm not like other guys I'm quick to blacken your eyes
Tommy son take off your coat I'll make you feel at home
Then take out my billy club and go upside your dome
Bitchy bitchy hoe, you fucking freaky hoe
You have a can of mace I'll shoot you in your face
I grab you by the neck and rip that shit out
Don't think that I'd hit ya but I'd punch and stomp and kick ya
You wouldn't hit a lad, what bitch! What hoe!
BITCH!!! You told me that you loved me I thought that shit was true
But then you sucked on my boy's dick until his balls turned blue
Freaky freaky trick, take your fucking pick, suck or fuck or what?
Nasty nasty slut I guess love is the word
You act like you ain't heard
I'm not like other guys I'm quick to blacken your eyes
Bitchy bitchy hoe, you fucking freaky hoe
I heard you gotta neck
Why, uh, why don't you let me, uh
Why don't you uh why don't you let me break it, bitch?
I think I hurt a hoe a helpless drunken hoe
Someone tell me so do I hear a hoe?
Bitch, get in the car then I'll take you to the bar
But I took her to the alley, and kicked her with the balley
Stomped her in her face, her chicky chicky face
You took my heart and bit it so I took your lip and split it
You took my life and crushed it I took your head and bust it
I take your leg and break it I take your life and take it
And bitch it's no surprise I'm not like other guys
Take it, take it, take it cut off your head and bake it
And bitch it's no surprise I'm quick to blacken your eyes
Tommy son take off your coat I'll make you feel at home
Take that razor to your throat, I'm from the ghetto zone
Bitchy bitchy hoe, you fucking freaky hoe...

^^ definitely encouraging domestic abuse

 

[stamos]

Come now, how could you be so naieve? Domestic abuse?

Perhaps you could make a superficial interpretation like that, but clearly Violent J intended that song to be an exposition on the woes of the Mexican immigrant.

"He said I was born of an alien race."

Did you simply not read that line, or are you a cretinous dolt? I suspect the latter.

All of the references to domestic violence to which you refer are violent manifestations of frustration within the immigrant's subconcious.

gg kthxbye

 

[mcdickpants 2.5]

i think there is a clear patriarchal discourse running throughout this song. it seems that he has a masculine superiority complex, and suffers from paranoida and severe jealousy.
but when its all said and done, who doesnt enjoy beating women?

 

[Soma]

Well then Lets start killing because I have no feelings inside So what you are dead kid you aint special, Millions have died you think shit is funny You will laugh in a ditch after you get your face ripped off and you are left with half of your lips/ Even with a chest strapped with a vest Noone is safe because disease will infest and stay trapped in your flesh/ In life you learn it is a risk You could get burned to a crisp / You will not know, It could be eternity stiff

 

[Nick]

What hoe!

clearly a reference to their roots in english literature, a la the famous five