-ICP is probably one of the most original and real
people out there.They dont give two shits what
people think of them.Hell they could have one fucken fan in the whole world and they wouldnt care.
-Unlike most artist the ICP dont care about the money. They dont care if there fans download there songs for free or dont buy there merchandise. They under stand that alot of there fan base might be poor and dont have money fore there cds and stuff.
-Both Vilent
J and
shaggy,the two mane clowns of ICP,grew up in
detroit. They grew up poor with shity
ass lifes. Now if they would have grew up two little rich white kids who lived in the suburbs then it would be a whole differnt story. But they didnt growe up like that but still became two fucken awsome
people, and with out using
MTV or stuff like that.
-Some
people think that ICP has started some sort of evil cult. This is not true,and to the fans who think this you are fucken stupid and are a bunch of dumd asses. True the ICP songs are vilent but this vilence is toward
people who deserve it. Like in the song Halls Of Illusion it shows people how they should of acted but fucked up there life and others life around them becouse of there abuse and anger towrd there friends wife and kids.
-ICP is not raciest,rednecks, or fags. They are agenst all of them exsept being gay of course unlike a few singers and rappers on
MTV. They make there fans more than fans there family,homies, and of course juggalos.
-So weather u are down with the clown,faygo,the dark carnival or not dont hate people or
music you dont know weather its rap,pop,hip hop or whatever.
Halls Of Illusion by Insane Clown Posse
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
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
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!
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!
Great Milenko, wave your wand
Don't look now, your life is gone
This is all because of you
What you got yourself into
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
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
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!
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!
