Founded in Detroit in 1989, Insane Clown Posse performs a style of hardcore hip hop known as horrorcore and is known for its elaborate live performances. Originally known as JJ Boyz and Inner City Posse, the group introduced supernatural- and horror-themed lyrics as a means of distinguishing itself stylistically. The duo founded the independent record label Psychopathic Records with Alex Abbiss as manager, and produced and starred in the feature films Big Money Hustlas and Big Money Rustlas. They formed their own professional wrestling promotion, Juggalo Championship Wrestling, and later collaborated with many hip hop and rock musicians.
The songs of Insane Clown Posse center thematically on the mythology of the Dark Carnival, a metaphoric limbo in which the lives of the dead are judged by one of several entities. The Dark Carnival is elaborated through a series of stories called Joker's Cards, each of which offers a specific lesson designed to change the "evil ways" of listeners before "the end consumes us all". The original lineup of Insane Clown Posse was John Utsler (John Kickjazz), Joe Bruce (Violent J) and Joey Utsler (Shaggy 2 Dope). John Utsler left before Carnival of Carnage was released in 1992.
Insane Clown Posse's performance style is often described as horrorcore hip hop, which "utilize shocking (and blatantly over-the-top) narratives to give an over-exaggerated, almost cartoon-like version of urban deprivation in Detroit", according to author Sara Cohen. Bruce and Utsler describe many of their lyrics as being tongue-in-cheek. The group's early work features a raw, minimalistic sound, which later evolved into a more rock-oriented style. The group's lyrics serve as morality tales, with songs focusing on subjects such as cannibalism, murder and necrophilia. Insane Clown Posse's debut album, Carnival of Carnage, features a politically-oriented focus, criticizing elitism and prejudice against those who live in the ghetto, while the album's liner notes criticize the Gulf War. The group's lyrics have opposed racism, bigotry, domestic violence, and child abuse.
Insane Clown Posse has covered songs by Geto Boys, Sly Fox, and Above the Law. Bruce and Utsler refer to Ice Cube, Awesome Dre, Geto Boys, and Esham as influences on their own music, while Bruce has expressed admiration for Gong, Pearl Jam, and Michael Jackson. Mike E. Clark's production for the group incorporates elements such as "carnival organ riffs, power chords and shotgun blasts...banjolike plucking and Van Halen-esque guitar squeals", while Bruce and Utsler sometimes alternate between rapping and screaming. Bruce has credited pop music as an influence on some of the group's material, even terming the music "Wicked Pop". Bruce has also stated "We do our own genre of music". In his review of The Tempest, Allmusic's David Jeffries writes that Bruce and Utsler "[rap] in a carnival barker fashion that fits with their circus motif, their Insane Clown disguises, and Mike E. Clark's big top-inspired production." Insane Clown Posse has influenced similar acts, such as Axe Murder Boyz, Blaze Ya Dead Homie and Boondox.
Bitch I Lied
Insane Clown Posse Lyrics
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When I seen that thick-ass it was over
Nothin else mattered, I ain't even care
I pulled the rubber off when I stuck it up in there too
Bitch, I lied to you, this ain't my home
Kicked in the back door and now we're alone
I stole the car that I picked you up in
Bitch, I lied, everything I said to you
All steps to land in your bed with you
My watch is fake, this ain't my coat
And I sent you letters that my brother wrote for me
Bitch, I lied, everytime I left town
I really stayed right here at home
Dickin hoes down, every penny that you helped my mom
With went straight to the asian spa, bitch
[chorus]
Hey look, I lied and I'm happy for it
Look how you turned out to be
You're no prize, no prize
Hey look, I lied and I'm happy for it
Look how you turned out to be
You're no prize, girl, no prize
Bitch, I lied, I didn't buy you that
I stole you that, and then I stole it back
It ain't no mr. right without a mr. wrong
First, and you fucked up and met mr. worst
I fucked a hooker and left skeet on your backseat
And kept on and never missed a beat
And bitch, I lied, my name ain't lance
I lied my way in and outta your pants
I never played football for michigan state
I lied to your neden and it bit the bait
I never won a medal for winnin a back stroke race
But bitch, I lied to your face
I'm the motherfucker that stole your momma's purse
And watched you and your daddy blame it on her
I lied everyday of our lives to your ear holes
(you look really good when you wear those)
[chorus]
Hey look, I lied and I'm happy for it
Look how you turned out to be
You're no prize, no prize
Hey look, I lied and I'm happy for it
Look how you turned out to be
You're no prize, girl, no prize
Bitch, I lied, about so much shit
Half the shit, I forget
I tell you new lies to cover the old
I throw hot new shit on top of the cold
Flip the script up and talk you blind
Backwards, re-enactment, rewind
Tangle the topic, have you blamin you
For the fucked up shit I do
I told you I owned a mcdonald's in thailand
(and you bought that shit, damn)
I told you that al pacino was my man
(and you bought that shit, damn)
I told you a whole lotta shit 'cause I can
(and you bought that shit, damn)
You're no brize, bitch, no prize
[chorus]
Hey look, I lied and I'm happy for it
Look how you turned out to be
You're no prize, no prize
Hey look, I lied and I'm happy for it
Look how you turned out to be
You're no prize, girl, no prize
The lyrics of Bitch I Lied by the Insane Clown Posse tell a story of a man who has lied to a woman repeatedly, and despite the deception, he feels happy with the outcome. He admits to lying about almost everything, including his name, his job, owning McDonald's in Thailand, and having a relationship with Al Pacino. The song shows a complete lack of respect for the woman, who is referred to as a "prize" not worth having. He talks about stealing, cheating, and deceiving her, all while taking advantage of her generosity and kindness.
The disturbing theme of the song is about manipulating and taking advantage of someone else's trust in the most blatant way. The lyrics glorify lying and cheating as ways to get ahead in life and suggest that deception is a necessary ingredient of a successful relationship. The message of the song can be interpreted as the glorification of toxic masculinity, where a man can act unethically and still have a laugh about it.
In conclusion, the lyrics of Bitch I Lied are a clear representation of a toxic and manipulative relationship. The song talks about using someone's trust and taking advantage of their kindness for personal gain. It is a cautionary tale about how lying and manipulation can lead to the destruction of relationships and trust.
Line by Line Meaning
Bitch, I'm here to tell you I lied
I'm admitting to you that I lied
When I seen that thick-ass it was over
Nothin else mattered, I ain't even care
I pulled the rubber off when I stuck it up in there too
I had sex with you without protection because I was distracted by your appearance and didn't care about the consequences
Bitch, I lied to you, this ain't my home
Kicked in the back door and now we're alone
I stole the car that I picked you up in
Plus me and your girl have been fuckin
I lied to you about this being my home, broke in, stole your car, and am having sex with your girlfriend
Bitch, I lied, everything I said to you
All steps to land in your bed with you
My watch is fake, this ain't my coat
And I sent you letters that my brother wrote for me
I lied about everything to get you into bed with me, including my possessions and the letters I sent you
Bitch, I lied, everytime I left town
I really stayed right here at home
Dickin hoes down, every penny that you helped my mom
With went straight to the asian spa, bitch
Every time I said I was leaving town, I was really staying here to sleep with other women. And I spent all the money you gave to my mom at a spa.
Hey look, I lied and I'm happy for it
Look how you turned out to be
You're no prize, no prize
I'm happy I lied because now I see how worthless you are
Bitch, I lied, I didn't buy you that
I stole you that, and then I stole it back
It ain't no mr. right without a mr. wrong
First, and you fucked up and met mr. worst
I didn't buy you that gift, I stole it for you and then stole it back. I'm the worst person you've ever been with.
I fucked a hooker and left skeet on your backseat
And kept on and never missed a beat
And bitch, I lied, my name ain't lance
I lied my way in and outta your pants
I slept with a prostitute and then slept with you without telling you. And my name isn't Lance, I just lied to get with you.
I never played football for michigan state
I lied to your neden and it bit the bait
I never won a medal for winnin a back stroke race
But bitch, I lied to your face
I lied about playing football and winning a swimming medal just to impress you
I'm the motherfucker that stole your momma's purse
And watched you and your daddy blame it on her
I lied everyday of our lives to your ear holes
(you look really good when you wear those)
I'm the person who stole your mom's purse and watched you and your dad blame her. I lied to you constantly, including when I complimented you on what you're wearing.
Bitch, I lied, about so much shit
Half the shit, I forget
I tell you new lies to cover the old
I throw hot new shit on top of the cold
I've lied so much that I can't even remember all of it, and I just keep making up new lies to cover up the old ones
Flip the script up and talk you blind
Backwards, re-enactment, rewind
Tangle the topic, have you blamin you
For the fucked up shit I do
I'm so good at lying that I can twist anything around to make it seem like your fault instead of mine
I told you I owned a mcdonald's in thailand
(and you bought that shit, damn)
I told you that al pacino was my man
(and you bought that shit, damn)
I told you a whole lotta shit 'cause I can
(and you bought that shit, damn)
You're no brize, bitch, no prize
I told you outrageous lies that you fell for because you're gullible, but you're not even worth the effort of lying to
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