Uncultured groupies of the Insane Clown Posse who think ICP is the end-all-be-all in music and that the only other music in the world is made by Eminem, whom they hate. Generally twelve-year-old boys or, in the sadder cases, 30+ fools who really ought to know better. Their comraderie is worth about the same as that exhibited among the Elks, Freemasons, or little treefort cliques formed in elementary school. One day, hopefully, they'll all snap out of it and be exposed to some good (read REAL) music.
by ICP <<<<<<<<<<< everything September 26, 2004