Ain't Yo Bidness
Insane Clown Posse Lyrics


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Rude boy sittin' pancaked on 23's
Clown love to Chicago juggalos
We underground like blaze
My dead homie
And yours
We dead
We dead, no wait a minute, we don't die!
We don't die
We dead

Maybe I like bloody, murder music
You know shit like " stab your fuckin' eye"
Maybe I like eatin' shit like Tylenol PM's
'Cause 5 or 6 will get you high
Maybe I like punchin' people I don't even know
I knock em flat up fuckin' out (pah)
Tuck some money in they jacket with a note
That simply reads "I had to let some anger out" (sorry)
Maybe I only hang with weirdos, and hoodlums
And junkies, I keep em be my side (what up)
Maybe mam doesn't understand a friend is hard to come by
So I'll keep what I can find (my boys)
Maybe I got two felonies, tattoos on my neck
And I always paint my face
Can I still data your daughter?
I mean I think I outta, I like the way she taste

Ain't yo business
How I act!
Ain't yo business
Don't get slapped!
Ain't yo concern
What we do
Less you want yo
Face slapped too!

Maybe I don't even like you, but I gotta front
'Cause your a record label guy (motherfucker)
What if I dragged you by the hair, into the street
And beat your ass, and put a boot up in your eye (puh! Bitch!)
Maybe I would rather fuck a Missy Elliot before a Toni "Braxton"
Maybe I would rather fuck a Macy Grey before a Janet "Jackson"
Maybe I don't have no self esteem so I like to pick on everbody else
Maybe when I was a boy
Underneath my shirt I had bruises and welts "oh" (it's ok)
Maybe I was hungry, bottom barrel poor, and my mom was always sick
Maybe I'm lying
I'm just trying to find an excuse to be a dick, I'm a dick - dick
Maybe I'm upset that you left me
I'll hang myself right above your bed " you should try suicide"
From the ceiling fan, so I'll be swingin when you walk I
I might kick you in the head (stook!)
Maybe I got seven therapists, I been committed
But manager he got me free (double a yall)
Is pills a day, I get so dizzy and high
Sometimes I can't even see, (i gotta sit down)

Ain't yo business
How I act!
Ain't yo business
Don't get slapped!
Ain't yo concern
What we do




Less you want yo
Face slapped too!

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Ain't Yo Bidness" by Insane Clown Posse reveal a defiant and rebellious attitude that is characteristic of the group. The song is about being independent and not caring about what others think or say. The first verse talks about being proud of being a juggalo, a member of the group's fan base. The line "Rude boy sittin' pancaked on 23's" refers to a person riding low on 23-inch rims. The next line "Clown love to Chicago juggalos" shows appreciation for their fans in Chicago. The following line "We underground like blaze" references Blaze Ya Dead Homie, another underground rapper who is signed to ICP's label.


The chorus of the song is a declaration of independence and defiance. It states that what they do is their business, and no one else should interfere. This can be seen in the line "Ain't yo business how I act," which is repeated throughout the chorus.


In the second verse, the lyrics become more personal and introspective. ICP admits that they have some dark and strange tendencies, which may include violent music, drug use, and physical aggression. They also acknowledge that they may have some mental health issues, such as low self-esteem or anger issues, that have led them to behave in a negative way. The verse ends with a disturbing image of hanging oneself above someone's bed and kicking them in the head.


Overall, the song is a reflection of the group's attitude towards life and music. They embrace a counterculture attitude that is rebellious, aggressive, and sometimes disturbing. The message of the song is that they do not care what others think, and they will continue to be themselves regardless of the consequences.


Line by Line Meaning

Rude boy sittin' pancaked on 23's
A man sitting on large wheels in his car


Clown love to Chicago juggalos
The singer (a member of Insane Clown Posse) sends love to fans in Chicago who are also juggalos, meaning fans of ICP


We underground like blaze
ICP is an underground music group like Blaze Ya Dead Homie


My dead homie
The artist mentions their dead friend


And yours
The artist assumes the listener also has a dead friend


We dead
The singer and their friend are dead (likely a reference to ICP's frequent use of the concept of the Dark Carnival and the idea that all people will face judgment after death)


We dead, no wait a minute, we don't die!
An extension of the above sentiment - the singer and their friend are dead, but they don't truly die because they believe in living on through their music and their impact on fans


Maybe I like bloody, murder music
The artist enjoys violent music with dark themes


You know shit like 'stab your fuckin' eye'
The artist gives an example of a violent song they might enjoy


Maybe I like eatin' shit like Tylenol PM's
The artist mentions potentially abusing over-the-counter medication to get high


'Cause 5 or 6 will get you high
Clarifying the above statement by explaining how many pills are needed for the desired effect


Maybe I like punchin' people I don't even know
The artist enjoys fighting even strangers


I knock em flat up fuckin' out (pah)
The singer is good at fighting and can knock people out with a single punch


Tuck some money in they jacket with a note
The singer gives an unsettling gesture after fighting by leaving money and a note to say they were releasing some aggression


That simply reads 'I had to let some anger out' (sorry)
The contents of the aforementioned note and the singer adds the word 'sorry' to soften the message


Maybe I only hang with weirdos, and hoodlums
The artist chooses to surround themselves with people society might find strange or criminal


And junkies, I keep em be my side (what up)
The artist associates with drug addicts and greets them


Maybe mam doesn't understand a friend is hard to come by
The singer thinks their mom doesn't understand the importance of having friends


So I'll keep what I can find (my boys)
The singer values their friends and holds them close


Maybe I got two felonies, tattoos on my neck
The artist has a criminal record, including visible tattoos on their neck


And I always paint my face
The artist frequently paints their face in the style of a clown


Can I still date your daughter?
The artist asks if they can still pursue a romantic relationship with the listener's daughter despite their past and appearance


I mean I think I outta, I like the way she taste
The singer seems to make a joke about wanting to eat the listener's daughter


Ain't yo business How I act!
The chorus of the song - the artist tells the listener that their actions are none of their business


Ain't yo business Don't get slapped!
The singer warns the listener not to interfere, otherwise they may get hit


Ain't yo concern What we do
As above


Less you want yo Face slapped too!
The singer reinforces their warning by threatening violence again


Maybe I don't even like you, but I gotta front
The artist might not like the person they're speaking to, but has to pretend they do for the sake of their music career


'Cause you're a record label guy (motherfucker)
The artist is specifically referencing someone they have to interact with in the music industry


What if I dragged you by the hair, into the street
The singer fantasizes about committing an act of violence against the person they're talking to


And beat your ass, and put a boot up in your eye (puh! Bitch!)
The singer continues to describe their fantasy of violence with added sound effects


Maybe I would rather fuck a Missy Elliot before a Toni 'Braxton'
The artist jokes (?) about their sexual preferences


Maybe I would rather fuck a Macy Grey before a Janet 'Jackson'
As above, using different female musicians


Maybe I don't have no self esteem so I like to pick on everybody else
The artist suggests that they bully others due to their own lack of self-esteem


Maybe when I was a boy Underneath my shirt I had bruises and welts 'oh' (it's ok)
The singer references potential childhood abuse (represented by the 'bruises and welts' under their shirt) and tries to reassure themselves that it's okay or normal


Maybe I was hungry, bottom barrel poor, and my mom was always sick
The artist talks about their difficult upbringing, and implies these struggles as reasons for their current behavior


Maybe I'm lying I'm just trying to find an excuse to be a dick, I'm a dick - dick
The singer admits that they may be creating false reasons to justify their behavior, and reaffirms that they are simply a cruel person


Maybe I'm upset that you left me
The singer hints that they've been hurt or rejected by the person they're addressing


I'll hang myself right above your bed
The singer uses disturbing language to describe potentially suicidal thoughts


"you should try suicide"
The artist directly references suicide as an action the listener might take, adding to their disturbing and violent persona


From the ceiling fan, so I'll be swingin' when you walk by
The artist graphically elaborates on their suicide fantasy, making the image more disturbing


I might kick you in the head (stook!)
The singer expands on their aggressive fantasy by adding another, more specific act of violence


Maybe I got seven therapists, I been committed But manager he got me free (double a yall)
The singer describes past experiences with mental health professionals, but jokes that their manager intervened to avoid legal or psychiatric consequences


Is pills a day, I get so dizzy and high Sometimes I can't even see, (i gotta sit down)
The artist describes prescription drug use and the side effects they experience from it




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Written by: JOSEPH BRUCE, MICHAEL JOHN JR. PUWAL, WILLIAM DAIL

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