Insane Clown Posse - Simple and Blunt lyrics

Check it out... Anther f**in sampler, I won't even front I'll f**in tell you all about our sh**, simple and blunt And if you take the time to listen as I run this down Maybe you might even dig our sh** and understand the wicked clown We forever underground cause up on the surface They've always said we talentless pieces of sh** 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 f**in 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 that explain it 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 sh** And they don't wanna hear about us pushing up ends When they takin' f**in' Greyhounds just to get to gatherings We likes it wicked We keeps it wicked We like cartoon serial slaughterers on our records! It's how we adjust to the pressures of life; Let our music do the k**ing for you, you'll be alright! And seriously, and you the least bit curious What's up with this underground world? We gettin' furious Just like this sampler you're bumping right now, This might be your calling to our carnival grounds! Tell me this, motherf**er, truly, how you living? Ever get the urge maybe do a little wig-splitting? Ever been the last kid picked for a team? Ever had motherf**ers come and sh** on your dreams? Do you have ideas and something to say Only ain't nobody ever got they ears pointed your way? Ever been f**ed with for like this and like that And go home wit crazy thoughts about cutting they neck? You might find an escape in this band the world hates Cause we been getting sh** on, homie, we can relate! 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 f** with me, I respect the f** 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 f**in' 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 rapping bout this sh** 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 f**ing record label f**s up the sh** 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 it 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 disk And leave all the case with the cover and sh** 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 f**ing record's the sh** And I don't give a f** what Rolling Stone ends up givin' Cause that's just some other idiot's opinion If he knows what's so dope he should make it himself And quit f**ing judging everybody f**ing else Anyway, all we trying to say Is that a bomb a** LP is headed your way A little something for the underdogs out there We extending a gat 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 sh** And for all the juggalos out there that been known the deal We put together this here for you to feel Come on!