Check it out
Another fucking sampler
I won’t even front
I’ll fuckin’ tell 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 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 they’ll tear your fuckin’ city in have 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 outter space
I mean we call ourselves Juggalos I guess that explains it
We relate ’cause we’ve 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 stealin’ our shit
And they don’t wanna hear about us pushin’ our bands
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 to 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 gettin’ furious
Just like this sampler that you’re bumping right now
This might be your callin’ to our carnival grounds
Tell me this mutha fucka, truly, how you livin?
Ever get the urge maybe do a little wig splitin’
Never been the last kid picked for a team?
Ever had mutha fuckas come and shit on your dreams?
Do you have ideas and somethin’ to say?
Only ain’t nobody ever got their ears pointed your way
Ever been fucked with for like this and like that?
And go home with crazy thoughts about cuttin’ they neck?
You might find an escape and disband the world’s hate
‘Cause we been gettin’ shit on homie, we can relate
And ain’t nobody here datin’ any Hollywood stars
Attendin’ VIP parties at high profile bars
But if we ain’t yo cup a tea just don’t fuck wit me
I respect the fuck out the fact that you stuck with me
And listened on while I try to explain ourselves
‘Cause the hatchet’s husslin’ 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
We call it The Wraith and it’s the sixth Joker’s Card
And the Juggalo world’s been waitin’ long and hard
So we savin’ it all, we won’t play you a lick
That’s why they got me on here rappin’ ’bout the shit
But for ten years this album’s been in our focus
Everything from Dog Beats on through to Dark Lotus
And it’s finally droppin’ on November 5th
Unless the fuckin’ record lable 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 that comes with it’s ill
So if you lookin’ for the best way of copin’ it free
My advice is hit a record store and pluck the CD
Get you the booklet, and get you the disk
And leave out the case with the cover and shit
And then buy something cheap like a Brittany Spears sticker
So they don’t get suspecious when they see you at the register
One way or ther other I can promise you this
Juggalo or not our fuckin’ record’s the shit
And I don’t give a fuck what rollin’ stone ends up givin’
‘Cause that’s just some other fuckin’ idiot’s opinion
If he knows what’s so dope, he should make it himself
And quit fuckin’ judgin’ every-fuckin’-body else
Anyway, all we trying to say is that our brand ass LP is headed your way
A little somethin’ 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 and applaude
For takin’ 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
