Insane Clown Posse (abbreviated as ICP), is an American hip-hop duo compose… Read Full Bio ↴Insane Clown Posse (abbreviated as ICP), is an American hip-hop duo composed of Violent J (Joseph Bruce) and Shaggy 2 Dope (Joseph Utsler). ICP has earned two platinum and five gold albums. According to Nielsen SoundScan, the entire catalog of the group has sold 6.5 million units in the United States and Canada as of April 2007. The group has established a dedicated following called Juggalos numbering in the "tens of thousands".

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.

Killa Ova Nuttin'
Insane Clown Posse Lyrics

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Yeah, what the hell you know about the Rydas? Black
trucks and hoods bitch!! Shit, you better check that,
hell...

Yo! I'm a killa
Cap peela
Other bitches is wack, but Rydas are for rilla
Gimme all your skrilla

Your keys to your ride
Tell your bitch to leave her purse with the wallet
inside
Ain't no frontin'
When Cell Block starts dumpin'
Through your neighborhood our black trucks be bumpin'
Watch your mouth, peep game, and learn somethin'
Nigga, check nuts, 'cause I'm killin' ova nuttin'

Now I be ridin' with my shotty
A fifth of Bicardi
My nose snotty
In the party
Intentions to levitate her body
Give a fuck who he with or who he know
Let the barrel blow
Or a quarrel know
Over somethin' that he borrowed, no
Do the math
On the warpath
Makin' predictions to the body count
I even blast a hotty now
Sprayin' couples 'cause I loved you
So fuck you
I don't gang bang 'cause I'm strugglin'
Bee-yatch!! Yo I'm a killa ova nuttin'

Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!
Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!
Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!
Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!
Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!
Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!

Now I knew this bitch, yo, she used to love me
Buffin' on my pickle, peace, everything was lovely
Forties and Swishers delivered to my doorstep
Early in the mornin', neden on my woodpeck
Livin' lavish, every call beckoned on
I'm the big Full Clip and bitches all pause, anyway,
with no reason for drama
I killed that muthafuckin' bitch and her mama

Still doin' drive-bys and leavin' hoes for dead
Mislead
Is what my homeboy said
I ain't no bitch hoe, end your life on G.P.
With ya whole family
On the lawn staring at me
And I could could give a fuck, get to lookin' at my
gat
Get to feindin' like a basehead, to leave you hoes
flat
Two-Gats got my back
Killa ova nuttin', that's a fact
Get out my face or get it slapped, bitch

Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!
Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!
Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!
Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!
Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!
Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!

I was born with the biggest chip on my shoulder
I killed little kids and took they strollers
I'm older, tie you up instead
And blow red lettuce out the side of your head
(pa-tow!!)
You could die any minute
Turn your back, and get a hollow point slug in it
You bit it
Over nuttin' at all
Now they serve peanuts out your skull
At barbecues

I been wonderin' what the fuck you been lookin' at
You know it ain't no thang for me to get my gat
And blow holes in your frame till you look like an
afgan
Body collapsed, soul fly like Peter Pan
Lil' Shank from the hood, raised in bad ways
Peel your fuckin' cap 'cause I'm havin' a bad day
Hey, you can be a thug if you want to
But I'ma be a Ryda bitch, so fuck you!

Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!
Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!
Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!
Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!
Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything!

Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!
Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!

Overall Meaning

The song "Killa Ova Nuttin'" by Insane Clown Posse's focuses on the violent and criminal acts of an individual in a gang or group called the Rydas. The lyrics describe various actions of violence, such as robbing people of their money and car keys, shooting someone over a small disagreement, killing a woman and her mother, and targeting innocent victims in a drive-by. The song glorifies the idea of being a killer without any reason and a Ryda who isn't afraid or ashamed to shoot anyone, including children.

The lyrics show that the Rydas are proud of their violent behavior and want to prove their power and dominance through their actions. The song builds a sense of fear and apprehension with the constant repetition of "pop pop pop, gun em' down, baby down." These words and the overall message of the song suggest that violence and murder are the norm among the Rydas, and they establish an intimidating presence with their black trucks and hoods.

Line by Line Meaning

Yeah, what the hell you know about the Rydas? Black trucks and hoods bitch!! Shit, you better check that, hell...
The Rydas are coming through rolling deep in their black trucks and hoodies, and you better recognize.

Yo! I'm a killa Cap peela Other bitches is wack, but Rydas are for rilla Gimme all your skrilla Your keys to your ride Tell your bitch to leave her purse with the wallet inside Ain't no frontin' When Cell Block starts dumpin' Through your neighborhood our black trucks be bumpin' Watch your mouth, peep game, and learn somethin' Nigga, check nuts, 'cause I'm killin' ova nuttin'
I'm a killer with a cap gun. Nobody else compares to the Rydas. Give me your money, keys, and tell your girl to leave her purse. We'll shoot without hesitation. Our black trucks are loud and we're coming through. Watch out and learn your place, because I'll kill over nothing.

Now I be ridin' with my shotty A fifth of Bicardi My nose snotty In the party Intentions to levitate her body Give a fuck who he with or who he know Let the barrel blow Or a quarrel know Over somethin' that he borrowed, no Do the math On the warpath Makin' predictions to the body count I even blast a hotty now Sprayin' couples 'cause I loved you So fuck you I don't gang bang 'cause I'm strugglin' Bee-yatch!! Yo I'm a killa ova nuttin'
I'm at the party with my shotgun and a bottle of Bacardi, feeling arrogant. I don't care who's with her or who he knows; I'll still shoot. If he owes me anything, he'll know the quarrel. I'm on a warpath and ready to predict the body count. Even if I used to love you, I'll still shoot you. I won't participate in gang activity because I'm struggling. I'm a killer over nothing.

Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed! Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything! Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down! Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town! Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed! Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything! Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down! Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!
The Rydas aren't ashamed to kill over nothing. They'll shoot anyone for any reason. They'll be shooting from the east to the west side of town.

Now I knew this bitch, yo, she used to love me Buffin' on my pickle, peace, everything was lovely Forties and Swishers delivered to my doorstep Early in the mornin', neden on my woodpeck Livin' lavish, every call beckoned on I'm the big Full Clip and bitches all pause, anyway, with no reason for drama I killed that muthafuckin' bitch and her mama
I used to know a girl who loved me and we had a good time together. I had a lot of money and was living large. Even when she would call me, I was the one in charge. However, I ended up killing the girl and her mother for no reason.

Still doin' drive-bys and leavin' hoes for dead Mislead Is what my homeboy said I ain't no bitch hoe, end your life on G.P. With ya whole family On the lawn staring at me And I could could give a fuck, get to lookin' at my gat Get to feindin' like a basehead, to leave you hoes flat Two-Gats got my back Killa ova nuttin', that's a fact Get out my face or get it slapped, bitch
I'm still doing drive-bys and leaving women dead. My homies think I'm going in the wrong direction. I'm not a weakling and I'll end you on my own terms. I'll end your whole family, and they can watch as I do it. I don't care if you stare at me. Look at my guns and crave them like a drug addict until I leave you flat. I have a backup gun always ready. I'll kill over nothing and that's a fact. Get out of my face or I'll slap you.

I was born with the biggest chip on my shoulder I killed little kids and took they strollers I'm older, tie you up instead And blow red lettuce out the side of your head (pa-tow!!) You could die any minute Turn your back, and get a hollow point slug in it You bit it Over nuttin' at all Now they serve peanuts out your skull At barbecues
I was born angry and have always been violent. I even killed the innocent children and took their strollers. Now I'm older and prefer to torture people before killing them. I'll shoot you in the head and kill you despite whether or not you see it coming. You'll die for nothing at all, and your skull will be served with peanuts at a barbecue.

I been wonderin' what the fuck you been lookin' at You know it ain't no thang for me to get my gat And blow holes in your frame till you look like an afgan Body collapsed, soul fly like Peter Pan Lil' Shank from the hood, raised in bad ways Peel your fuckin' cap 'cause I'm havin' a bad day Hey, you can be a thug if you want to But I'ma be a Ryda bitch, so fuck you!
I've been wondering why you're staring. It's easy for me to get a gun and shoot you until your body looks like it's from Afghanistan. Your soul will be gone. I'm a small-time gangster from a rough neighborhood. I'll shoot you because I'm having a bad day. You can be a tough guy if you want, but I'm a Ryda and I don't care what you think.

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