ICP: Simple and blunt

Check it out...Anther fuckin sampler, I won't even frontI'll fuckin tell you all about our shit, simple and bluntAnd if you take the time to listen as I run this downMaybe you might even dig our shit and understand the wicked clownWe forever underground cause up on the surfaceThey've always said we talentless pieces of shit and worthless,Yet,as I'm writing this now,I glance over at the wall and I don't know howBut we got two platinum albums and another four goldAnd we never used MTV, we went up the back roadAnd built a fanbase that's so behind the clownThat they'll tear your fuckin city in half to show they down!But see that's just it though, It ain't a fan baseIt's a family drawn together like we from outer spaceI mean, we call ourselves juggalos,I guess that explain itWe relate cause we been through the same kinds of painI mean, ICP don't rap about the money we getBecause half the juggalos so broke they stealing our shitAnd they don't wanna hear about us pushing up endsWhen they takin' fuckin' Greyhounds just to get to gatheringsWe likes it wickedWe keeps it wickedWe like cartoon serial slaughterers on our records!It's how we adjust to the pressures of life;Let our music do the killing for you, you'll be alright!And seriously, and you the least bit curiousWhat's up with this underground world? We gettin' furiousJust like this sampler you're bumping right now,This might be your calling to our carnival grounds!Tell me this, motherfucker, truly, how you living?Ever get the urge maybe do a little wig-splitting?Ever been the last kid picked for a team?Ever had motherfuckers come and shit on your dreams?Do you have ideas and something to sayOnly ain't nobody ever got they ears pointed your way?Ever been fucked with for like this and like thatAnd go home wit crazy thoughts about cutting they neck?You might find an escape in this band the world hatesCause we been getting shit on, homie, we can relate!Ain't nobody here dating any Hollywood stars,Attending VIP parties at high-profile bars.But if we ain't your cup of tea then just don't fuck with me,I respect the fuck out the fact that you stuck with meAnd listened on while I tried to explain ourselvesCause the hatchet's hustling for some record sales!We know that ICP is fuckin' hated and doubtedBut our new album's the bomb and I wouldn't lie about itWe call it the Wraith and it's the sixth joker's cardAnd the juggalo world's been waiting long and hardSo we saving it all, we won't play you a lick, That's why they got me on here rapping bout this shitBut for ten years this album has been in our focusEverything from Dog Beats on through to Dark LotusAnd it's finally dropping on November 5thUnless the fucking record label fucks up the shitPlan is that's the day that the best we can doWill be put in the stores and delivered to youOr you can download it free, most probably willBut the packaging and booklet it comes with is ill!So if you're lookin for the best way of copping it freeMy advice is hit a record store and pluck the CD!Get you the booklet and get you the diskAnd leave all the case with the cover and shitAnd then buy something cheap like a Britney Spears stickerSo they don't get suspicious when they see you at the registerOne way or the other I can promise you this:Juggalo or not, our fucking record's the shitAnd I don't give a fuck what Rolling Stone ends up givin'Cause that's just some other idiot's opinionIf he knows what's so dope he should make it himselfAnd quit fucking judging everybody fucking elseAnyway, all we trying to sayIs that a bomb ass LP is headed your wayA little something for the underdogs out thereWe extending a gat to let you know that we hereAnd our carnival doors is always open to yoursAnd for everybody else we stand up in applauseFor taking a little time to listen to me spitOn this here free CD hatchet sampler shitAnd for all the juggalos out there that didn't know the deal We put together this here for you to feelCome on!