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.
I Want My Shit
Insane Clown Posse Lyrics
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Fuckin lebra (fuckin, um, shit)
Torus, born in 1775
I'm like 300 and somethin, but I'm still alive
I used to hang with the original, billy the kid
You probably think I'm only playin but, I did
My daddy's were a 2 headed freak show
Mama a fortune tella, azmerella zella
And I was born the next day
(who?) violent j
When I was 14 I tripped on the train track
And I was crushed right there, on the steel rack
I'm out cold, they though it would fuck me up
I got up and itched my butt, and I'm like, what?
Everybody tripped and called me the clown devil boy,
Child of the witch heifer, whatever
Tied me up burned me and threw stones
Had a few scrapes and cuts, smokey nuts
After that they started bowin and shit
Prayin to me, you know how those primitives get
I said get off my dick I ain't a savior
I'm what ya call a juggalo, and all I want is my flava
4 simple things in this bitch before I die
I want a rusty ax
I want to know voodoo
A fat bitch named bridget
And a little sip of faygo too
Till I get my shit in this motha fucka
I will neva die!
(ah, hell yeah, so anyway...)
50 years passed all my homey's are old ass fucks
I ain't even got hair on my nuts
I left the village in the search of my ends,
I wrestled alligators, battled terminators
Nothin ever killed me, nothin could harm me
I fought in the civil war, yankees army
I walked across enemy lines with a mack 10
Man they didn't even have that shit back then
How you just gonna come in my shit and fuck it up?
Well at least make this shit sound real man, damn!
I walked acrossed enemy lines with a, lantern
Steddy takin cannon balls, to the balls
The war ended, I traveled the country horse back
Until this fool tried to horse jack
He put his gat to my head and blew my face up
Didn't even smear the makeup
I took his gun a put a divet in his neck
The sheriff didn't like it, I got endited
87 long years in the state pen
Till they finally forgot why they put me in
They had to let me go, can't hold me on nothin
On they way out they like,
"yo ain't you like a houndred and somethin?"
I'm said yeah that's right,
And I ain't gonna die till I get my shit motha
Fucka!!!
I want a rusty ax
I want to know voodoo
A fat bitch named bridget
Just a little sip or two
Till I get my shit in this motha fucka
I will neva die!
I slept under bridges, lived in a valley
I climbed up mountains, searched the alleys
More years passed and I still ain't died
Now I'm in Detroit on the southwest side
My homie has an impala blue '67
Last night we hit the road pushin one eleven
I stuck my head out the window,
Told 'em forward the most
And let my nugget ping off a light post
Hahahaha hell yeah 'cause,
Yeah it hurts a little bit but then ya gotta straight buzz
The world hates me 'cause of shit like this
They always try and kill me but, miss
I know it's odd 'cause my face is forever painted
When I was born the bitch ass doctor fainted
My tongues a little long I choke people with it
Looks kinda nasty, but chicks dig it
And I told ya my neck can stretch for miles
I sorta look like somethin from the x-files
People want to see me die for then a little bit
But I'm a juggalo, and as a juggalo I want my shit
And I ain't gonna die till I get it!!!!
I want a rusty ax
I want to know voodoo
A fat bitch named bridget
I said faygo fuck mountain dew
Till I get my shit in this motha fucka
I will neva diiiiiiiiiieeeeee!
Diiiiiiieeeeee! (2x)
The lyrics of Insane Clown Posse's "I Want My Shit" are presented in a narrative tone, describing the life of a person named Violent J who is more than three hundred years old but still alive. The song begins with Violent J talking about his birthday, which is not like others, as his mother had sex on a ouija board, and he was born the next day, acquired the name Violent J later. The song talks about his journey through time, where he claims to have lived for more than three centuries and traveled through various periods in history, battling alligators in one journey, participating in the civil war on the Yankee side, and much more. He narrates his encounters with primitive people, who burn him, throw stones, and bow down to him, referring to himself as a Juggalo, a member of a subculture that values loyalty, representation, and music. He ends the lyrics by insisting upon four simple things that he desired before he died, which encompasses missing elements of his life.
Overall, the song is about a person's journey through time, who has experienced several extraordinary events and speaks about the primitive ways that people use to believe in early periods. The lyrics are brimming with humor, fantasies and exaggerated tales of Violent J's life.
Line by Line Meaning
It was like march, April
I don't remember exactly when it was
Fuckin lebra (fuckin, um, shit)
I don't remember what it was exactly, but it was some fucked up shit
Torus, born in 1775
I was born a long time ago
I'm like 300 and somethin, but I'm still alive
I've lived for a really long time
I used to hang with the original, billy the kid
I have a lot of history
You probably think I'm only playin but, I did
I'm not kidding, I really did hang out with billy the kid
My daddy's were a 2 headed freak show
My parents were really weird
Mama a fortune tella, azmerella zella
My mom was a fortune teller
Anyway they had sex on a oija board
They had sex on a ouija board
And I was born the next day
And then I was born
(who?) violent j
I am Violent J
When I was 14 I tripped on the train track
I had a bad accident when I was 14
And I was crushed right there, on the steel rack
I was seriously injured and crushed by the train
I'm out cold, they though it would fuck me up
They thought I was going to die or be severely messed up
I got up and itched my butt, and I'm like, what?
But I ended up being fine, which was surprising to everyone
Everybody tripped and called me the clown devil boy,
People were weirded out by my appearance
Child of the witch heifer, whatever
They called me names and made fun of me
Tied me up burned me and threw stones
They were really cruel to me
Had a few scrapes and cuts, smokey nuts
I got hurt a little bit, but I'm okay
After that they started bowin and shit
After a while people started to respect me
Prayin to me, you know how those primitives get
They started to see me as a god or something
I said get off my dick I ain't a savior
But I didn't want to be worshipped
I'm what ya call a juggalo, and all I want is my flava
I'm a juggalo, part of a specific subculture
4 simple things in this bitch before I die
I just want a few things in life
I want a rusty ax
I want a specific item
I want to know voodoo
I want to learn a specific thing
A fat bitch named bridget
I want a specific person in my life
And a little sip of faygo too
I want a specific drink
Till I get my shit in this motha fucka
I won't stop until I get these things
I will neva die!
I feel invincible
(ah, hell yeah, so anyway...)
Anyway, moving on
50 years passed all my homey's are old ass fucks
Time passed and my friends got old
I ain't even got hair on my nuts
I myself haven't aged
I left the village in the search of my ends,
I left town to find what I was looking for
I wrestled alligators, battled terminators
I did some cool stuff on my adventures
Nothin ever killed me, nothin could harm me
I felt invincible
I fought in the civil war, yankees army
I even fought in the civil war
I walked across enemy lines with a mack 10
I had some crazy adventures during the war
Man they didn't even have that shit back then
I did it before it was even cool
How you just gonna come in my shit and fuck it up?
How dare you mess with my story?
Well at least make this shit sound real man, damn!
At least try to make it believable
I walked acrossed enemy lines with a, lantern
Ok, I walked across enemy lines with a lantern
Steddy takin cannon balls, to the balls
I withstood a lot of pain
The war ended, I traveled the country horse back
After the war, I continued to explore
Until this fool tried to horse jack
But then someone tried to mess with me
He put his gat to my head and blew my face up
He shot me in the face
Didn't even smear the makeup
But my painted face was still intact somehow
I took his gun a put a divet in his neck
But I was able to fight back and defend myself
The sheriff didn't like it, I got endited
But then I had to deal with the law
87 long years in the state pen
I spent a long time in prison
Till they finally forgot why they put me in
But eventually they forgot why I was there
They had to let me go, can't hold me on nothin
So they released me
On they way out they like, "yo ain't you like a houndred and somethin?"
But even they were confused about how old I am
I'm said yeah that's right,
I confirmed that I'm extremely old
And I ain't gonna die till I get my shit motha Fucka!!!
But I'm still determined to get what I want in life
I slept under bridges, lived in a valley
After prison, I had to rough it
I climbed up mountains, searched the alleys
I still searched for what I wanted
More years passed and I still ain't died
But I'm still alive
Now I'm in Detroit on the southwest side
Now I'm in Detroit
My homie has an impala blue '67
My friend has a car
Last night we hit the road pushin one eleven
We went on a drive really fast
I stuck my head out the window,
I enjoyed the ride
Told 'em forward the most
I told them to go faster
And let my nugget ping off a light post
I even had fun hitting a light post with my head
Hahahaha hell yeah 'cause,
It was hilarious
Yeah it hurts a little bit but then ya gotta straight buzz
It was painful but still fun
The world hates me 'cause of shit like this
But people don't like me because of my weirdness
They always try and kill me but, miss
People have even tried to kill me in the past
I know it's odd 'cause my face is forever painted
People think I'm weird because of my painted face
When I was born the bitch ass doctor fainted
Even the doctor was freaked out
My tongues a little long I choke people with it
My tongue is really long and I can use it in weird ways
Looks kinda nasty, but chicks dig it
My strange appearance is actually popular with women
And I told ya my neck can stretch for miles
And I can do strange things with my neck too
I sorta look like somethin from the x-files
I'm super weird-looking
People want to see me die for then a little bit
Some people want to see me dead
But I'm a juggalo, and as a juggalo I want my shit
But I just want to get the things I want
And I ain't gonna die till I get it!!!!
And I'm not going to give up on getting those things
I said faygo fuck mountain dew
I prefer Faygo over Mountain Dew
Till I get my shit in this motha fucka
I won't stop until I get what I want
I will neva diiiiiiiiiieeeeee!
I feel invincible and like I'll never die
Diiiiiiieeeeee! (2x)
It's almost ironic that I say I'll never die so much
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JOSEPH BRUCE, MIKE E. CLARK
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