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.
Ol' Evil Eye
Insane Clown Posse Lyrics
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"I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For
his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye. Yes it was this. One of his eyes
resembled that of a vulture. A pale blue eye with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me my
blood ran cold. And so by degrees very gradually I made up my mind to take the life of
the old man and thus rid myself of the eye forever."
With my grandmother's cookie jar.
I'm sellin' cookies, 12 for a dollar.
I ring the doorbell, nobody wants any.
I resort to goin' cheaper - 2 for a penny.
Anybody, everybody, they hate me.
I can tell when they spit and degrade me.
There's only one house left, the last on the block.
Old Man Willie on the hilltop.
I ring the doorbell, the door creeps open.
And there it was starin' and scopin'.
The man's left eye, red, big, and drippin'
I was trippin'. "Ahh, seeya!"
I ran home. I couldn't stop thinking
About his eyeball winking and blinking.
And it looked not a damn thing like the other. Ugh!
Shoulda wore a patch on the motherfucker.
It hypnotized me, mesmerized me.
Traumatized, paralyzed, terrorized me.
Creepers, where'd you get that ball?
And tell me how it even fits in your skull.
I want a big long knife to stick it in.
I want to lift up the eyelid and kick it in.
He's gotta die. I want his eye buried in my backyard.
It ain't hard, I'm killin' Old Evil Eye!
[Chorus]
Evil eye...
Oh-Oh-Eye (The bitch gon' die! Die-die-die-die-die-die-die)
Evil eye...
Oh Oh
"Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you
should've seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded with caution with
what
foresight, with what patience I went to work. I was never kinder to the old man
than
during the whole week before I killed him."
A day gone pass since I heard about J.O.
Met up in this sleigh, 'cause I don't fuckin' play.
Anyway, I gotta do him in. Got a rusty revolver
Put the silver bullets in.
I'm plannin' on playin' one right to his nugget.
Down my drawers with the bucket.
It's time to go, fuck it.
I stuck it up... to his neck when he came to the door.
I really didn't know what I was in for.
First the cold man stared, no a gaze, no a stare.
Kinda like there was no one there.
How weird, my body froze with the blink of his eye.
Evil eye, sendin' chills up my spine.
What to do? What to do? I gotta try to break.
I gotta try to make.. my way to the gate.
Wait. I can't move, I'm stuck to the ground.
W-What the fuck was that? I think I heard a sound,
Turned around, there it was, starin' at my face.
This little old man's eye's a make me a mental case.
That's when I felt the pain deep inside,
Deep inside, now his eye's open wide.
I want a big long knife to stick it in.
I want to lift up the eyelid and kick it in.
He's gotta die. I want his eye buried in my backyard.
It ain't hard, I'm killin' Old Evil Eye!
[Chorus]
"That night it ceased. The old man was dead. I placed my hands on the heart and
there for many minutes there was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eye will
trouble me
no longer. His eye will trouble me no longer."
[Chorus: x4]
The song "Ol' Evil Eye" by Insane Clown Posse tells a story of a person who is haunted and terrorized by the vulture-like eye of an old man who lives on top of a hill. The singer ends up killing the old man and burying his eye in the backyard. The lyrics are inspired by Edgar Allan Poe's short story "The Tell-Tale Heart" in which the singer kills an old man because of his vulture-like eye. The story explores the themes of guilt, madness, and the irrational nature of fear.
The song uses horror elements to depict the singer's obsession and paranoia that stems from the old man's eye. The lyrics are written in a first-person point of view, which helps the listener understand the singer's inner turmoil and deranged state of mind. The chorus "Evil eye, oh-oh-eye" creates an eerie soundscape that adds to the atmosphere of the song. The song's lyrics showcase the Insane Clown Posse's affinity for dark humor and horror-inspired themes, which are common in their music.
Line by Line Meaning
Start tha movie.
Let's begin the story.
I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For
his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye. Yes it was this. One of his eyes
resembled that of a vulture. A pale blue eye with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me my
blood ran cold. And so by degrees very gradually I made up my mind to take the life of
the old man and thus rid myself of the eye forever.
I had a strange obsession with the old man's eye, it was unsettling, and I decided to kill him to get rid of it.
So I'm headed door to door
With my grandmother's cookie jar.
I'm sellin' cookies, 12 for a dollar.
I ring the doorbell, nobody wants any.
I resort to goin' cheaper - 2 for a penny.
Anybody, everybody, they hate me.
I can tell when they spit and degrade me.
There's only one house left, the last on the block.
Old Man Willie on the hilltop.
I ring the doorbell, the door creeps open.
And there it was starin' and scopin'.
The man's left eye, red, big, and drippin'
I was trippin'. "Ahh, seeya!"
I ran home. I couldn't stop thinking
About his eyeball winking and blinking.
And it looked not a damn thing like the other. Ugh!
Shoulda wore a patch on the motherfucker.
It hypnotized me, mesmerized me.
Traumatized, paralyzed, terrorized me.
Creepers, where'd you get that ball?
And tell me how it even fits in your skull.
I went selling cookies and ended up at the old man's house, where his eye horrified me. It was unlike the other and scared me to the core, and I couldn't stop thinking about it, even after I had returned home.
I want a big long knife to stick it in.
I want to lift up the eyelid and kick it in.
He's gotta die. I want his eye buried in my backyard.
It ain't hard, I'm killin' Old Evil Eye!
I'm obsessed with killing the old man and extracting his evil eye.
[Chorus]
Evil eye...
Oh-Oh-Eye (The bitch gon' die! Die-die-die-die-die-die-die)
Evil eye...
Oh Oh
The chorus reiterates the theme of the song, murdering the old man and his evil eye.
"Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you
should've seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded with caution with
what
foresight, with what patience I went to work. I was never kinder to the old man
than
during the whole week before I killed him."
I carefully planned and executed the murder, and I wasn't crazy despite what others might think.
A day gone pass since I heard about J.O.
Met up in this sleigh, 'cause I don't fuckin' play.
Anyway, I gotta do him in. Got a rusty revolver
Put the silver bullets in.
I'm plannin' on playin' one right to his nugget.
Down my drawers with the bucket.
It's time to go, fuck it.
I stuck it up... to his neck when he came to the door.
I really didn't know what I was in for.
First the cold man stared, no a gaze, no a stare.
Kinda like there was no one there.
How weird, my body froze with the blink of his eye.
Evil eye, sendin' chills up my spine.
What to do? What to do? I gotta try to break.
I gotta try to make.. my way to the gate.
Wait. I can't move, I'm stuck to the ground.
W-What the fuck was that? I think I heard a sound,
Turned around, there it was, starin' at my face.
This little old man's eye's a make me a mental case.
That's when I felt the pain deep inside,
Deep inside, now his eye's open wide.
I attempted to kill a man named J.O. with a revolver but was stopped by him staring at me with his evil eye, causing me to feel paralyzed with fear and pain.
I want a big long knife to stick it in.
I want to lift up the eyelid and kick it in.
He's gotta die. I want his eye buried in my backyard.
It ain't hard, I'm killin' Old Evil Eye!
Again, I'm obsessed with killing the man and taking his evil eye as a trophy.
[Chorus]
The chorus is repeated again, emphasizing the theme of the song, killing the old man and his evil eye.
"That night it ceased. The old man was dead. I placed my hands on the heart and
there for many minutes there was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eye will
trouble me
no longer. His eye will trouble me no longer."
I successfully killed the old man and removed his evil eye, and I'm now relieved of its haunting presence.
[Chorus: x4]
The chorus is repeated four more times to end the song, solidifying the theme of the song - the murder of the old man and his evil eye.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JOSEPH BRUCE, MIKE E. CLARK
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