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.
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.
Wicked Rappers Delight
Insane Clown Posse Lyrics
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ICP and Esham wicked rappers delight 2015
Feinds of the wicked shit its time to get high
Bump your fuckin shit up for somthin wicked shit by
Detroits legendary demon lopatara
Staring you right back through your eyes in the mirror
Blowing out your brains spontaneous combustion
Lyrics like a barrel in each ear and I'm bustin
Fire breathin wicked shit meltin microphones
Blowing speakers into flames, settin fires to your home
How many times you gonna say I need help
Who gives a fuck if I murder myself
I'm thinkin suicidal thoughts I shot a gay preacher
I didn't do my homework so I shot my teacher
I dropped out the next day fuck a g.e.d
Then I went and clowned the industry with ICP
Through up the 313, to let them know it was me
Esham is dope ho I'm the king of the D
I stole a fuckin firetruck and drove through a wendys
All that happen to me was a bullet in the kidneys
I almost died then but look at me I ride again
What's really happenin, reality is pretend
You can blow my fuckin head off ill just grow another
My brain and my self, we don't even know each other
Somones in the darkness crawling out of my closet door
That's what the nines in the mattress for
Warlocks and witches come and learn from the master
The walls of my home feature bodys in the plaster
The dead but sticking out like hon solo when he froze
With my favorite weapons hanging off there fingers and toes
Wicked pimpin, scary bitches, livin or dead
Or with vampire fangs and they givin me head
Like cemetery girls back dance boogie woogie baddy
Her nedens big and blew out like a plate of spaghetti
I'm out cold all my teeth gold
Plus I don't brush them
Quarterback sneakin plus don't care(?) you rush em
Bust em down bust em up steady fuckin em up
But wait why do I have all this blood on my hands
Blood on my clothes blood on my shoes
I'm on the 10 o clock news for steady
Murdering crews and there point of views
I'm like purple chronic mixed with acid, demonic
In a stomach full of jagermeister ready to vomit
Mirror mirror on the wall tell us who the wicked are
Shaggy E and Jay we in the game and gettin ours
Hittin stars in there mouth and bumpin off with rented necklaces
Wicked reckless nobody expected
Bumpin this wicked shit'll boil your brain dead
I can fry a mutha fuckin egg on your head
Break in and tie your fuckin feet up to your neck
Shoot you in the back once and kick you down the steps
I blow a crater in the side of your head
Do the same to your misses while y'all sleepin in bed
Double murder robbery just another job to me
Rollin in a stolen buick hookers slobbin me
Known though the farms lands as a duke of the wicked
Always shootin the biggots and bootin the chickens
Askin me the wrong question also triggers my disease
They will find your body in compton in hallis(?) queens
The phone rung and on the other end it was the president
I can't talk right now I'm on the toilet takin a shit
Hung up the phone I think my cover is blown I'm deep cover
Your wife ordered a pizza from me she got the meat lovers
I'm johnny bravo the other black reo(?) get at me ho
I make these hos happy tho cause I'm there pappy oh
Its to soon for you to be on my team
But give are kelly a call I think like em 13
I once met a hooker and she did it for free
On the west verner bus number 73
All the way in the back she was humping on me
Until I strangled the bitch and stuffed her under my seat
I got off on my stop without as much as a drop of blood
But then I realized I forgot to wear gloves
Now I'm chasing the bus my finger prints are on her neck
STOP! AND GIMME MY DEAD BITCH BACK!
Fuckin dead bitches on a Ouija board all night
Bustin off shots in the club we all fight
Hanging mother fuckers my there neck off of street lights
With there legs cut off tryin to read me rights (shiiit)
I whip my cd at you, stick it in yo face
Half way stickin out but look it still plays
I stomp when I rap and I shake the whole block
Stick my dick in your ear so you can hear what I got
I was one of those monsters in the video thriller
Known to the world as the pop star killer
And on another part from the ground I arose
I'm the crusty ass booger hanging out of your nose
I'm the stink on your toes I'm the weed to your rose
Not one of your friends but one of your foes
And spittin the wicked shit is the life I chose
Do a spin grab my nuts then be boy pose
Chain you up for some tic tacs bloody mess
We draw the board on your chest and take turns shootin the rest
I win everytime, beep the beat is good with every rhyme
And off with your head if in the way(?) your gettin mine
This is esham and the wicked clowns for the vote
We come flying out the dark with a triple moonsault
I through a snowball so hard it replaced your eye
It melted and left a fuckin hole and it was dry
Feinds of the wicked shit its time to get high
Bump your fuckin shit up for somthin wicked shit by
Detroits legendary demon lopatara
Staring you right back through your eyes in the mirror
Blowing out your brains spontaneous combustion
Lyrics like a barrel in each ear and I'm bustin
Blowing speakers into flames, settin fires to your home
How many times you gonna say I need help
Who gives a fuck if I murder myself
I'm thinkin suicidal thoughts I shot a gay preacher
I didn't do my homework so I shot my teacher
I dropped out the next day fuck a g.e.d
Then I went and clowned the industry with ICP
Through up the 313, to let them know it was me
Esham is dope ho I'm the king of the D
I stole a fuckin firetruck and drove through a wendys
All that happen to me was a bullet in the kidneys
I almost died then but look at me I ride again
What's really happenin, reality is pretend
You can blow my fuckin head off ill just grow another
My brain and my self, we don't even know each other
Somones in the darkness crawling out of my closet door
That's what the nines in the mattress for
Warlocks and witches come and learn from the master
The walls of my home feature bodys in the plaster
The dead but sticking out like hon solo when he froze
With my favorite weapons hanging off there fingers and toes
Wicked pimpin, scary bitches, livin or dead
Or with vampire fangs and they givin me head
Like cemetery girls back dance boogie woogie baddy
Her nedens big and blew out like a plate of spaghetti
I'm out cold all my teeth gold
Plus I don't brush them
Quarterback sneakin plus don't care(?) you rush em
Bust em down bust em up steady fuckin em up
But wait why do I have all this blood on my hands
Blood on my clothes blood on my shoes
I'm on the 10 o clock news for steady
Murdering crews and there point of views
I'm like purple chronic mixed with acid, demonic
In a stomach full of jagermeister ready to vomit
Mirror mirror on the wall tell us who the wicked are
Shaggy E and Jay we in the game and gettin ours
Hittin stars in there mouth and bumpin off with rented necklaces
Wicked reckless nobody expected
Bumpin this wicked shit'll boil your brain dead
I can fry a mutha fuckin egg on your head
Break in and tie your fuckin feet up to your neck
Shoot you in the back once and kick you down the steps
I blow a crater in the side of your head
Do the same to your misses while y'all sleepin in bed
Double murder robbery just another job to me
Rollin in a stolen buick hookers slobbin me
Known though the farms lands as a duke of the wicked
Always shootin the biggots and bootin the chickens
Askin me the wrong question also triggers my disease
They will find your body in compton in hallis(?) queens
The phone rung and on the other end it was the president
I can't talk right now I'm on the toilet takin a shit
Hung up the phone I think my cover is blown I'm deep cover
Your wife ordered a pizza from me she got the meat lovers
I'm johnny bravo the other black reo(?) get at me ho
I make these hos happy tho cause I'm there pappy oh
Its to soon for you to be on my team
But give are kelly a call I think like em 13
I once met a hooker and she did it for free
On the west verner bus number 73
All the way in the back she was humping on me
Until I strangled the bitch and stuffed her under my seat
I got off on my stop without as much as a drop of blood
But then I realized I forgot to wear gloves
Now I'm chasing the bus my finger prints are on her neck
STOP! AND GIMME MY DEAD BITCH BACK!
Fuckin dead bitches on a Ouija board all night
Bustin off shots in the club we all fight
Hanging mother fuckers my there neck off of street lights
With there legs cut off tryin to read me rights (shiiit)
I whip my cd at you, stick it in yo face
Half way stickin out but look it still plays
I stomp when I rap and I shake the whole block
Stick my dick in your ear so you can hear what I got
I was one of those monsters in the video thriller
Known to the world as the pop star killer
And on another part from the ground I arose
I'm the crusty ass booger hanging out of your nose
I'm the stink on your toes I'm the weed to your rose
Not one of your friends but one of your foes
And spittin the wicked shit is the life I chose
Do a spin grab my nuts then be boy pose
Chain you up for some tic tacs bloody mess
We draw the board on your chest and take turns shootin the rest
I win everytime, beep the beat is good with every rhyme
And off with your head if in the way(?) your gettin mine
This is esham and the wicked clowns for the vote
We come flying out the dark with a triple moonsault
I through a snowball so hard it replaced your eye
It melted and left a fuckin hole and it was dry
The lyrics of the song Wicked Rappers Delight by Insane Clown Posse and Esham were released in 2015. The opening lines of the song are addressed to fiends of the wicked shit, asking them to get high and bump their music up for something wicked. The song features Detroit's legendary demon lopatara staring back at the listener through their own eyes in the mirror. The lyrics are full of violent imagery, with references to spontaneous combustion and setting fires to homes. The song also features lines about suicidal thoughts, murdering gay preachers, shooting teachers, dropping out of school, and defying expectations to make it in the music industry.
Throughout the song, the lyrics are filled with lines about murder, torture, and other violent acts. There are references to chaining people up, shooting them, drawing boards on their chests, and taking turns to shoot them again. The rhymes are full of curse words and references to sex, drugs, and alcoholism. The song ends with a reference to throwing a snowball so hard that it replaces someone's eye before melting away.
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juggalo269JRB
woop woop, good pics2 ninja mmfwcl till the casket drops,wicked clowns till im dead in the ground
jazmin2dope
1:25 HAHAHAHAHA
Sky Sanchez
2015 in the intro, yet released in 06
XXDAEMOONXX
05 but I’ve been saying the same thing for the past few years Lmao I looked up what they put out in 2015 and only album that came out was lost so I figured it had something to do with the joker card maybe
6REAT HAZY OFFICIAL
Dawg he said that as some futuristic shit.. Like the song is always gonna be timeless