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.
Dead Pumpkins
Insane Clown Posse Lyrics
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"J, do you have a Halloween story for the class?"
(Violent J)
"why-why-yeah, um, there was this boy, and he lived in his house,
and he went to bed one day, and then when he woke up, um,
when he woke up, he was buried up to his head in the dirt,
and he couldn't move, and this man came walking along,
kicking him and kicking him in his face, over and over,
and then he got the lawnmower, and then he....."
Dick or treat, bon appetit
All the little kiddies running down my street
Gathering candy treats door to door
But they walk past mine, what for?
Probably 'cause the pumpkins on my porch are real
Real human heads carved out with steel
Cut out the eyes, man, it takes but a minute
Rip out the be -be -be -be -brains and put a candle in it
Maybe they run 'cause I take 'em inside
Come and meet Mother, two years ago she died
Little boys laugh, 'cause they think it's just a dummy
But then the smell hits 'em, MMMMM..... smells yummy
Open your bags and I'll give you my treat
Crusty yellow toes off a dead woman's feet
Take me by the hand, and I'll lead you downstairs
And that, little chickies, is where you'll spend the next seven years
Starving and weakening, chained to a wall
Staring at a roach, hoping it will crawl
Into your mouth for a tasty cuisine
Yes, my little friends, it's a Dead Pumpkins Halloween
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
"Awwwwwwwwww, yeah, it's that special time of year, boys and girls,
so come to the pumpkin patch and bring your pantysacks so I can shit in it,
you beeeeeyitch!!!!!"
(Violent J)
Well, I love all the kiddies, but I can't fuck around
Don't come to my door dressed as a clown
'cause you never know, I might take it the wrong way
'cause I'm the real wicked juggalokaro Violent J
All year 'round, but I love my Halloween
You'll never get an apple or a purple jelly bean
Dropping some chocolates, a licorice snack
Instead you get a deep-fried French poodle nutsack
Peeking out my door, I see no children in sight
Perhaps they're all dead, yesterday was Devil's Night
They burn down the city and they leave it crispy-charred
I light myself on fire and I dance around my backyard
Hungry bellies, I can see where you're at
Sitting on my window, I can turn into a bat
Watching you remove all your little clothesies for bed
I crash through the window and land on your head
Drinking the blood, blood is gone to the bone
But now, I must leave, Mother's calling me home
Up to the moonlight, I'm gone from the scene
Peace to Detroit City and have a Dead Pumpkins Halloween
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
"Yeeeeeeeeah, I'm gonna smash your little candy bags,
only I'm gonna tie 'em around your muthafuckin' necks
and choke you with 'em Wicked Clown style, muthafucka!!!!!"
(Violent J)
"Detroit's in this bitch!!!!!"
The lyrics to Insane Clown Posse's song "Dead Pumpkins" is a macabre and disturbing narrative about a person's twisted and sadistic Halloween activities. Violent J tells a story about a boy who wakes up buried in dirt up to his head, with a man coming along and kicking him instead of helping him. The lyrics then proceed to describe the haunting scene of real human heads with cut-out eyes, replaced by candles on a porch. The singer invites trick-or-treaters inside to meet his deceased mother, who is locked up in the basement, promising them a treat but ends up serving them dead body parts.
The song's chorus contains the lyrics "Dick or treat, bon appetit, all the little kiddies running down my street," which is a play on "trick or treat" but with a vulgar twist. The song is full of violent and graphic imagery, which may be disturbing to some listeners. It portrays Halloween as a time for indulging in one's darkest and most twisted fantasies, which is a contrast to the usually fun and harmless Halloween activities.
Line by Line Meaning
Dick or treat, bon appetit
I am making a criminal reference to trick or treat, indicating that I will harm children.
All the little kiddies running down my street
Children are present in my neighborhood to participate in trick or treat.
Gathering candy treats door to door
Children are going from one house to another, collecting candy.
But they walk past mine, what for?
Children do not come to my house, which may be due to the presence of real human heads on my porch.
Probably 'cause the pumpkins on my porch are real
I have used real human heads instead of pumpkins to decorate my porch.
Real human heads carved out with steel
I have taken actual human heads and carved them with a sharp object such as a knife.
Cut out the eyes, man, it takes but a minute
I have removed the eyes from the human heads as part of the carving process.
Rip out the be be be be brains and put a candle in it
I have removed the brains from the human heads to make room to place a candle inside of the head.
Maybe they run 'cause I take 'em inside
Children may run away from my house because I invite them inside.
Come and meet Mother, two years ago she died
Mother is no longer living and I may have her body in my home.
Little boys laugh, 'cause they think it's just a dummy
Children may think that mother is a dummy or mannequin of some sort and not realize it is a real body.
But then the smell hits 'em, MMMMM..... smells yummy
Children may initially think mother is a dummy, but then smell the decomposing body and be grossed out.
Open your bags and I'll give you my treat
If children approach me for trick or treat, I will give them a gross or disturbing item as opposed to candy.
Crusty yellow toes off a dead woman's feet
I would give children a decomposed and disgusting item, like a toe from a dead body.
Take me by the hand, and I'll lead you downstairs
I will lead the children to my basement or lower level of my home.
And that, little chickies, is where you'll spend the next seven years
I will keep the children locked up in the basement for several years.
Starving and weakening, chained to a wall
The children will be kept in the basement and without food, which will make them weaker.
Staring at a roach, hoping it will crawl
The children will have nothing to do except stare at roaches that may appear in the basement.
Into your mouth for a tasty cuisine
The children may become desperate for food to the point where they try to eat the roaches.
Yes, my little friends, it's a Dead Pumpkins Halloween
This Halloween is going to be a scary, deadly, and memorable one for all of you.
Well, I love all the kiddies, but I can't fuck around
I do not have any likeable or charitable motives towards children.
Don't come to my door dressed as a clown
People should not come to my house dressed as clowns because I may attack them or harm them in some way.
'cause you never know, I might take it the wrong way
I may react negatively if someone comes to my door dressed as a clown, and they cannot predict how I may react.
'cause I'm the real wicked juggalokaro Violent J
I am Violent J, a wicked and dangerous individual.
All year 'round, but I love my Halloween
I enjoy violence and doing scary, dangerous things all year long, but specifically enjoy the holiday of Halloween.
You'll never get an apple or a purple jelly bean
If someone comes to my house for trick or treat, I will not give them typical candy or fruit like apples.
Dropping some chocolates, a licorice snack
I will give children candy that they may commonly enjoy, such as chocolate or licorice, but may still be tampered with.
Instead you get a deep-fried French poodle nutsack
I will give children a disgusting or disturbing item, such as a deep-fried French poodle testicle.
Peeking out my door, I see no children in sight
I become paranoid or concerned when children do not come to my house for trick or treat.
Perhaps they're all dead, yesterday was Devil's Night
I become paranoid that children are not around because they may have been killed or harmed the night before due to Devil's Night (the night before Halloween).
They burn down the city and they leave it crispy-charred
People celebrate Devil's Night by burning buildings or other items, resulting in the destruction of the city.
I light myself on fire and I dance around my backyard
I celebrate Devil's Night by lighting myself on fire and dancing in my backyard.
Hungry bellies, I can see where you're at
I realize that children may be hungry and seeking food through trick or treat.
Sitting on my window, I can turn into a bat
I make a reference to being able to transform into a bat, a common Halloween creature based on fictional characters like vampires.
Watching you remove all your little clothesies for bed
I am stalking children as they prepare to go to bed.
I crash through the window and land on your head
I invade children's homes by breaking into their windows and jumping onto them.
Drinking the blood, blood is gone to the bone
I drink the blood of children I have harmed and become drenched in it.
But now, I must leave, Mother's calling me home
I must leave the scene of my crime because I have been called by my mother, who I may live with or keep in my home.
Up to the moonlight, I'm gone from the scene
I escape after committing crimes and flee into the night.
Peace to Detroit City and have a Dead Pumpkins Halloween
I end the song by sending well wishes to Detroit City and encouraging people to have a scary or deadly Halloween.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JOSEPH BRUCE, MIKE E. CLARK
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