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INSANE CLOWN POSSE lyrics - Bizzar

Radio Stars

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Occasionally, the overwhelming temptation to reach the pinnacle of the pop music genre, will reduce even the most deplorable examples of the underground music scene to attempt to change their so-called artistic endeavours, in a vain attempt to appeal to the public at large. Behold, the metamorphisis: Uh, fuck platinum, platinum just ain't enough We need more money, more houses and cars and stuff I'm sick of juggalos, I want them other hoes I want them shitty hoes, you get with radio and videos We'll do whatever it takes to get some air play We'll make that bounce shit, triple our sales and pay Yeah, come on Shaggy. What? Follow my lead. Let's go. It's time we change our shit up to get what we need. Come on. Uh, radio play! Yo! Yo! Come on and ride me, ride me, Pull! Pull!! Come on and hide me, hide me, Cat black(?) I'm gonna grow(?) one, gold one, Club Cat(?) You want them old ones, old ones, Black, black, ??? Love me, I'm on the radio, radio, Cut, cut, We gonna throw it away, throw it away, Give up, Give us the radio play, radio play, What? Hey! What? What? What? Hey! What? What? What? Hey! What? Hey! What? What? What? Hey! What? What? What? Hey! ??? The pathetic attempts never cease. The moronic musical onslaught contiues to insult the intelligence of the savvy consumer. How much more can an audience be asked to endure? Didn't work, ah fuck, what happened? They always told us that we sucked at rapping Well I don't know how to play a guitar I'll play the skin flute to be a radio star I'm sick of keeping it real, and underground I want the ten millions fans sellout radio flavor sound Even though we'll be played next summer Show me a radio dick, and I'll show you a hummer Here we go, oh my god Joey fell in love with a college girl She had a backpack and a pony tail She said her name was Lisa but I do not know, She drinks disco lemonade and cherry jello I can put my Buddy Holly glasses on I can even sing one of these faggot songs I can wear checkered pants and never smile Whatever's cool for your radio dial Toby fell in love with a college... The borish, bumbling buffoons are baffled in their journey through the music business. Each sonnet is more ridiculous than the last. Their strides towards musical success are little more than a stumble into complete failure. That was bullshit. What the fuck? You think of something! I'm sitting here trying to write hits, your doing nothing You wrote the crump shit, but did it work? No. It flopped on its ass. At least I tried though. Alright, ain't no need to be fighting with each other We need to start talking about relationships and lovers. Why? Can you sing? No. Niether can I. If we're gonna be radio stars, we atleast gotta try. Remix, uh, remix, Clownboy, uh, feel me, touch me, Clownboy, remix, uh Girl, I gotta let you know, on radio I wanna lick you from head to toe Girl, your perfume, it's smelling so sweet I wanna make love, between the sheets Girl, play my song, when I'm on the phone long I'm a radio man, and I know that I can't sing, yes I can Give me one more chance, and I'll make you dance Girl, we make radio songs, for radio fans, we can't go wrong (4x) Girl, so you fucked my boy, I don't give a fuck After years of endless attempts, ICP received almost no radio play. Finally, the two dim witted idiots decided to stay with the wicked shit for life.

Because I Love You

DnH "Drop N Harmony"
Because I Love You There was a time when I used to run away Anytime I started to fall Cause love's never been very kind to me, no baby Not very kind at all Until you You stole my heart away Somehow you helped restore my faith And something I thought wasn't for me Now comes so easily Because I love you You're the flame that sets my soul on fire That special girl I pray for every night That pretty melody That plays over and over again in my head Because I love you (Forever stare at you and never get tired) Honey I'm ready to spend my whole life with you Cause I love you (Yes I do) I never thought in a million years That I could feel the way that I feel, no How I get butterflies (get butterflies) Whenever your lips touch mine I must confess my dear That it was instantly right from the start A special bond between you and my heart How it skips a beat whenever our eyes meet And simply said the reason being Because I love you You're the flame that sets my soul on fire That special girl I pray for every night That pretty melody That plays over and over again in my head Cause I love you (Forever stare at you and never get tired) Honey I'm ready to spend my whole life with you (I'll say it again) I love you (yes I do) Girl I know there'll be differences we have along the way Where our views may not always be the same But I swear I'll try To hear out your sigh And compromise cuz I realize That with you I wanna spend my life Because I love you You're the flame that sets my soul on fire That special girl I pray for every night That pretty melody That plays over and over again in my head Because I love you (Forever stare at you and never get tired) Honey I'm ready to spend my whole life with you Girl it's all because I love you

The Come Thru

JIN "The Rest Is History"
Get high get low Thick girls go and shake ya big butt You in the club wit some some worldwide thugs And wherever you see us we gon' kick it, its all love (now I) Get high get low Thick girls go and shake ya big butt You in the club wit some some worldwide thugs And wherever you see us we gon' kick it, its all love [Verse 1: Jin] Now ma whole set get love I'm in the Chi two steppin wit them thugs And big man you can search all you want But you ain't gon' find no drugs or no guns Yea y'all can get weeded up, beated up But don't eat it up this ain't a slow jam so I can speed it up (lets go) I ain't sparkin a meadow I jus want to talk to the ghetto Bag the baddest chick with the sharpest stilettos Im so influential, you so impotential Man you gon' know what I'm workin wit When I hold it against you Destination vip you can follow us But if it was the last sip well jus follow us Shorty feelin my style because I'm humerous Put me on cloud nine and its accumulous Assume its us Jin, mista quick to diss ya And Twista spit so fast ya lips'll blista [Chorus: repeat 2X] Now I get high get low (get low) Thick girls go and shake ya big butt (like this) You in the club wit some some worldwide thugs And whereva you see us we gon' kick it, its all love [Verse 2: Twista] When I come in the party betta get high Cuz I pulled up in the platinum seven six five Who say lyrical niggaz don't know how to party See me jackin up shawtys wit a grippin on her thick thighs I like the way she workin that badunkadunk Bouncin the fatty when the base go bump She witness how Twista spit it So now she want me to hit it Cuz I'm blazin up the booth and raisin up the roof I'm in the vip sippin on Cris' and Henn' All the ladies is trippin cuz they can't get in They see me ballin wit the Ruff Ryder homie And say they only drink liqour nigga but now they want some Jin Everywhere we kick it we got the club sold International hustlas that travel the globe Rockin the thugs makin hoes keep it live It's the Double R connect and that nigga Twista from Chi I'm fly [Chorus] [Verse 3: Jin] We can definately kick it I don't want to just stick it If bein fine was a crime well I'd havta write you up a ticket If you dance for me its sign jus like a picket And I got two middle fingaz for all you critics Never you in this someone so clever who spit this I'm only here for one night so I mix some pleasure with buisness Every few minutes I drink a couple of shots Take a dutch break it in half and fill it up with some pot [Chorus] Now mama shake some If they don't like it fuck it They some haters (c'mon shake it girl) Yo mama work some If they don't like it fuck it They some haters (jus work it girl) [Chorus] [Jin 2x] C'mon and shake it girl (like this) Jus work it girl (like this)

The Manual

JA RULE "R.U.L.E."
[Ja Rule] Yeah, yeah, yeah You talk too much shit You know niggaz always talkin bout bitches ain't shit Money over bitches But give all our money to the bitches any fuckin way (I love my bitch) So I'ma send some love out to the bitches, holla [Verse One] Shit, here's somethin to remember When we met that day in September But, you've been gone since November Had to finish out yo' last college semester Her major - brokerage investor She probably go broke tryin to invest her time and money in somethin that she call love Cause, she love fuckin with thug niggaz That alwasy get high and had to be drug dealers Eventually, she hooked up with some hood bitches The hood bitches turned her on to strippin Now the, gettin is good and it's well understood That money on the wood can make things get harder Be glad I'm not a pimp, if I was I'd charge ya But for all that you go through, just thought I'd let you know Hoes need love too, I'm fuckin witchu [Chorus: Ja Rule] Niggaz need to read the man-u-al To seperate your housewife from a hoe Cause there's no rules to this shit here Am I makin myself clear? What she don't know won't hurt her y'all So keep big pimpin on the low Cause there's no rules to what I do And I know, hoes need love too [Verse Two] You know what they say right? Bitches ain't shit And all men are dogs cause we just wanna fuck Sundown to sun up, one up on a hoe I might go down on the low, that's just me though From L-A-X to Heathrow, I'm one of them niggaz that really doesn't need no, introduction When I met her she was "Girl, Interrupted" Grew up became a woman not to be trusted Frustrated and flustered, living amongst these thieves hoes and hustlers, I'm diggin what's next She had a studio apartment in the projects With her and her girl from D.C. used to bus checks And hold the coke, her niggaz ain't sold yet In hopes the copes don't know about all this Shiiiiit, for all that you go through Just wanna let you know, hoes need love too [Chorus] [Verse Three] Fake nails, fake breasts, fake eyes too It's oh-four, and that's kinda what we used to But you don't holla back like you used to, but I ain't mad at cha I'm happy for a bitch, even if I can't have her I remember when you was down in Atlanta Workin gentlemen's clubs and you didn't even know what a gentlemen was Forty to love and I wanna serve That body like Serena's with less curves But actions speak louder than words, and you gettin your money Mami every month, 15th and 1st Shit could be worse, you could be in the struggle Or born with no ass and have nothin to hustle Go on flex your muscle, cause that ain't the case is it? Go on get your paper keep flossin on these bitches Cause for all that you go through Just thought I'd let you know, hoes need love too, I'm fuckin witchu [Chorus - repeat 2X] [Ja Rule] Ha ha ha, yeah, Rule

Hide 'n' Seek

E-40 "Federal"
[E-40] I'm in some deep shit, I got some niggas from another click On that ass trying to run me off a fuckin cliff What should I do Where should go How could I fake 'em Bust a bitch on that ass and try and shake em and bake em Full speed ahead, I know they want my ass dead Still on my bumper, makes a motherfucker wonder All the dirt that I did, should just let them get me Maybe its because I killed Rodney and his whole family Revenge, I see my life flashing, niggas blasting Brothas passing, trying to make me stay crashing Into the rocks beside me, fucking up the traffic 17th in a Malibu Chevy classic But I'm nothing humble, just call me Yapeez Pasano Full tank of petro, mobbin through the fucking tunnel Shit it's bright, I think I see some daylight Over the night, you should have seen a brothas sides right Fit the corners on two shoes, I'm holly G Wrapping my shit around a fifty foot oak tree Got out the car, seeing stars, I wasn't lagging Ran out and hid behind a beat up station wagon [Hook] You've never seen a bitch nigga run so fast [E-40] Bouncing, sneaking, and peaking, hitting bushes and shit Never saw, like you did in that movie clip Steady busting, these motherfuckers ain't bluffing I'm hauling ass and renting bullets, constantly cussing Scared as fuck, I wasn't trying to act hard Thumbs up, and ran in a back yard Just as I was hoping the sliding door was wide open Out of breath, I locked the door and started talking I need some help, I gotta bounce, someone's after me Please don't panic, I need your help drasticly I'm not a G, a killer, or a rapist I'm just a ordinary black man trying to make this Busting my bubble, the couple didn't even freak They said relax, I'll make some coffee, have a seat The man said, whats your name bro Shit I don't know, you might decide to call the po-po He said that ain't my thang, I used to be a leader of a gang Shot twice in my chest I got wounds, where I've been stabbed He took off his shirt and showed my his scab I said damn partner, how the fuck you survive some shit like that Like that there without going into a coma He said the Lord spared my life So I could talk to people like you and teach them right I was a dope pusher, big time drug abuser Alcoholic, dog blumer, but a shooter All together working from the floor I said I better twist so I can call her Now I'm reached from coast to coast Said to saved from the holy ghost I know you think your trapping But let me pray for you junior and see what happens

Slo

IGGY AZALEA "Trap Gold"
[Chorus:] When I’m alone, I check the time I hit you up, you’re on my mind You love the light, the fast life Fuck that though I’d rather go slo [Verse 1:] Used to be happy, but now shit's unpredictable I smiled at the show but there were tears in the limo though You fucked her on my birthday and that’s what really hurt the most You tell the truth… half way, guess thats why this unfixable But still... [Chorus:] When I’m alone, I check the time I hit you up, you’re on my mind You love the light, the fast life Fuck that though I’d rather go slo, yeah I’d rather go slo I’d rather go slo I’d rather go slo [Verse 2:] When I call sometimes I wish you pick up But most days the call is declined It’s okay, I don’t give a fuck You outta sight, so you outta mind I'm doing alright know I’ma be fine I gotta few candidates standing in line Broke up before but I wasn’t like this Not many regrets I wish I could rewind Damn. We both got our lives so it's no surprise The Schedules conflict and we can’t coincide My heart's cold, feels like I got no insides We rushed it to the finish line, we should have took our time You make me crazy with rash decisions and sudden movements Can’t even enjoy a moment or pay attention to it If I could try this shit again? Real shit I'd probably do it… That's why it's hard to act like you someone I'm really through with [x2] When I’m alone, I check the time I hit you up, you’re on my mind You love the light, the fast life Fuck that though I’d rather go slo, yeah I’d rather go slo I’d rather go slo I’d rather go slo

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