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.
Rosemary
Insane Clown Posse Lyrics
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Muthafucka. I can daaannncccee.
I'm on crack, Walkin alleyways downtown, people drop change so I'm checkin the ground behind a
Nightclub, I can hear the bump outside I hear em' laughin' and drinkin' and dancin' getin' live and
I'm lonely, graspin' on my 55 cent, I don't know where my meds went, they been spent and I'm bent, I
Don't remember yesterday at all, I'm barkin at the moon as I'm pissin' on the wall, people grippin'
New cars checkin' out a few bars, they see me comin' side step a few yards I'm like a bad man, holdin'
All hope, I was peerin through the window of a nightclub scopin', and there she was everything I
Planned for on the spotlight on the dance floor gravitatin'
[Chorus]
She kept her rythum her feet to the floor she dipped down she did the twirl and she shook it some
More she's ruby. She made me happy I tried to refrain I walk off but then I run right back I'm at it
Again she's callin'
I ran a few blocks away and broke a bottle, carjacked a mini-van and punched full throttle right back
To the spot then I waited to get her, but when she came out, she had a bitch-boy wit' her no problem,
Hit the pipe and follow em' home and my imaginary friend gone have to leave me alone cause this really
Goin' down I feel it pullin me home knowin I'm a wicked clown I gotta throw it down, she pulled in her
And her fuck ass strolled in, I hit the pipe again and jump out the stolen, jumpin through back yards
Clumsey and trippin', it don't matter where ya go there's a throat slingin', and the way she danced
Split flames burnin me alive out here quit playin games I'm on the side of her house lookin in through
The back den and there she was with him again dancin'
[Chorus]
I walk right in through the front door unlocked, no gun cocked, cinder block, clown paint, I came
Here to dance boogy, umph ahhh, and maybe tap a little nookie, I'm creepin music bumpin in the back,
I'm down the hallway hidin' behind the coat rack, and here come the punk bout to get champaighned, I
Take the rock and pop em' with the damn thang, hit em' in the back of the head, he dropped the wine
But I caught him in time I had to take his life with a steak knife, I washed it off and put it back
I'm keepin' the place nice I'm comin bitch you want an olive or somethin' I'm fuckin' straight out the
Streets but I'm down with some frontin' I want to tango, but instead I'm still outside the club and it's
All in my head.
[Chorus]
The lyrics to Insane Clown Posse's song Rosemary are about a man who is addicted to drugs and is living in a state of perpetual despair. He is wandering through alleyways, picking up change and spending his time alone. He hears the people outside the nightclub having fun and feels envious of them. He catches a glimpse of a woman, who he refers to as Ruby, and finds himself drawn to her. When he tries to approach her, she is with another man. He follows them home and ultimately takes the life of the other man with a knife. The lyrics are a commentary on the pain that addiction can cause and how it can lead to violent behavior.
Line by Line Meaning
Let me in this bitch. Let me get some change shit. Man fuck this dress code bitch. I can dance Muthafucka. I can daaannncccee.
I am a drug-addled, destitute individual who is scouring the streets for spare change so I can gain entry into a nearby nightclub. Once inside, I plan to disregard the dress code and showcase my dancing skills.
I'm on crack, Walkin alleyways downtown, people drop change so I'm checkin the ground behind a Nightclub, I can hear the bump outside I hear em' laughin' and drinkin' and dancin' getin' live and I'm lonely, graspin' on my 55 cent, I don't know where my meds went, they been spent and I'm bent, I Don't remember yesterday at all, I'm barkin at the moon as I'm pissin' on the wall, people grippin' New cars checkin' out a few bars, they see me comin' side step a few yards I'm like a bad man, holdin' Out my crusty ass hands scouldin' an imaginary friend scary and I'm blackin' out just about to lose All hope, I was peerin through the window of a nightclub scopin', and there she was everything I Planned for on the spotlight on the dance floor gravitatin'
In my drug-induced state, I am wandering through dark alleys searching for spare change. The sounds of people enjoying themselves at the nearby nightclub only serve to exacerbate my loneliness. I am penniless and without medication, causing me to be forgetful and erratic in my behavior. Despite being an outcast, I am still drawn to the allure of a good time and attempt to blend in with the crowd. In my desperation, I even scold my imaginary friend. I am on the brink of hopelessness until I lay eyes on the woman of my dreams dancing on the nightclub's dance floor.
[Chorus] She kept her rythum her feet to the floor she dipped down she did the twirl and she shook it some More she's ruby. She made me happy I tried to refrain I walk off but then I run right back I'm at it Again she's callin'
The woman I am infatuated with has amazing dancing skills and is able to captivate me with her every move. Despite trying to resist her beauty, I cannot help but be drawn back to her and her magnetic presence.
I ran a few blocks away and broke a bottle, carjacked a mini-van and punched full throttle right back To the spot then I waited to get her, but when she came out, she had a bitch-boy wit' her no problem, Hit the pipe and follow em' home and my imaginary friend gone have to leave me alone cause this really Goin' down I feel it pullin me home knowin I'm a wicked clown I gotta throw it down, she pulled in her And her fuck ass strolled in, I hit the pipe again and jump out the stolen, jumpin through back yards Clumsey and trippin', it don't matter where ya go there's a throat slingin', and the way she danced Split flames burnin me alive out here quit playin games I'm on the side of her house lookin in through The back den and there she was with him again dancin'
Upon seeing the woman of my dreams leave the nightclub with another man, I engage in destructive behavior such as breaking a bottle and carjacking a vehicle to follow them. In my drug-induced state, I imagine my imaginary friend leaving me as I prepare to take action. Despite being uncoordinated and clumsy, I am determined to pursue the woman I desire. However, seeing her with another man causes me to feel intense jealousy and agony.
[Chorus]
The chorus repeats the description of the woman's dancing skills and the artist's attraction to her.
I walk right in through the front door unlocked, no gun cocked, cinder block, clown paint, I came Here to dance boogy, umph ahhh, and maybe tap a little nookie, I'm creepin music bumpin in the back, I'm down the hallway hidin' behind the coat rack, and here come the punk bout to get champaighned, I Take the rock and pop em' with the damn thang, hit em' in the back of the head, he dropped the wine But I caught him in time I had to take his life with a steak knife, I washed it off and put it back I'm keepin' the place nice I'm comin bitch you want an olive or somethin' I'm fuckin' straight out the Streets but I'm down with some frontin' I want to tango, but instead I'm still outside the club and it's All in my head.
In a delusional state, I walk into the nightclub without permission or weaponry. My intention is to dance and perhaps engage in some sexual activity. I lurk in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to strike. I am confronted by a fellow partygoer, whom I attack with a rock before ultimately killing him with a steak knife. Afterwards, I clean the weapon and return it to its original location, all while playing the role of a gracious host. I am consumed with violent thoughts, even in the midst of my desires for love and companionship, ultimately revealing my insanity.
Lyrics © PORT MUSIC INC.
Written by: BRUCE POLLOCK, PAUL EVANS
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