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All night! Find me, robbin' your jewels
Settin' fires, damagin' and breakin' into schools
In the darkness! It's much easier to be heartless
Break the window out the Lincoln, and screwdriver-start this
Muggin' people, droppin' on em' from street lights
Stab em' with garden tools or beat em' with pipes
So don't come out, stay inside cozy and tucked
And if I'm breakin' in, you're old lady's gettin... FUCKED!

All day! Car jacks, get out the van
As soon as they step out, I pop em' anyway (BLAAAM!)
I rob liqour stores with a little 22 hold
I know it's nothing but it's something when it's bustin' at your nose
Sunny days! I hit up the beach with cleats on
And stomp bitches in the ass tryin' to tan in they thongs
All day! See me fuckin' hookers at truck stops
And then I kill em! Cuz that's where my buck stops

All night! I'm wicked and I got the power
Blood sheds on the wall during the witching hour
In the darkness... see me drive by in an Impala
Draggin' some fuckass by the foot and hear him holla
In the nighttime! I take what's rightfully mine
I run thru emergency rooms and sever life-lines
Fuck the limelight, I'm the one I need to impress
With a double dip ax-swingin' chop to your chest

All day! I'm sellin' coke laced joints to little kids
I'm a clown in a milk truck handlin' biz
In the sunshine! I been known to take shots at the po
I'm in the bushes with the camoflouge on and rifle scope
All day! I'm wicked, I keep it horrifying
Ax murdered some kid and his dad kite-flying
I knocked the fuckin' mailman out on the grass
And burned holes in his face with a magnifying glass

All night! I fly like a vampire bat
Ax murder people tellin' stories where the campfire's at
Blame it on the moonlight or blame it on the boogie
I shot the motherfuckin' sheriff and his deputy rookie
When it's dark out! I hit the streets in the shadows and grab yo's
And boogie the woogie and stab hoes
Don't even gimme a pound when you see this clown
You gettin' cut the fuck up and shot the fuck down

All day! Catch me picknickin' with bitches in the park
Right before I icepick em' in the heart
24-7, if it ain't us, it's somebody gettin' bloody
Wicked clowns ain't the only ones nutty buddy
Catch me... tongue kissing! a severed head
Catch me burying another bitch dead behind the shed
it doesn't matter, night or day, all around the clock
Violent J and Shaggy CHOP! CHOP! CHOP! CHOP!

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"Die bitch! Fuckin' diiiiie!"

All night! Find me, robbin' your jewels
Settin' fires, damagin' and breakin' into schools
In the darkness! It's much easier to be heartless
Break the window out the Lincoln, and screwdriver-start this
Muggin' people, droppin' on em' from street lights
Stab em' with garden tools or beat em' with pipes
So don't come out, stay inside cozy and tucked
And if I'm breakin' in, you're old lady's gettin... FUCKED!

All day! Car jacks, get out the van
As soon as they step out, I pop em' anyway (BLAAAM!)
I rob liqour stores with a little 22 hold
I know it's nothing but it's something when it's bustin' at your nose
Sunny days! I hit up the beach with cleats on
And stomp bitches in the ass tryin' to tan in they thongs
All day! See me fuckin' hookers at truck stops
And then I kill em! Cuz that's where my buck stops

All night! I'm wicked and I got the power
Blood sheds on the wall during the witching hour
In the darkness... see me drive by in an Impala
Draggin' some fuckass by the foot and hear him holla
In the nighttime! I take what's rightfully mine
I run thru emergency rooms and sever life-lines
Fuck the limelight, I'm the one I need to impress
With a double dip ax-swingin' chop to your chest

All day! I'm sellin' coke laced joints to little kids
I'm a clown in a milk truck handlin' biz
In the sunshine! I been known to take shots at the po
I'm in the bushes with the camoflouge on and rifle scope
All day! I'm wicked, I keep it horrifying
Ax murdered some kid and his dad kite-flying
I knocked the fuckin' mailman out on the grass
And burned holes in his face with a magnifying glass

All night! I fly like a vampire bat
Ax murder people tellin' stories where the campfire's at
Blame it on the moonlight or blame it on the boogie
I shot the motherfuckin' sheriff and his deputy rookie
When it's dark out! I hit the streets in the shadows and grab yo's
And boogie the woogie and stab hoes
Don't even gimme a pound when you see this clown
You gettin' cut the fuck up and shot the fuck down

All day! Catch me picknickin' with bitches in the park
Right before I icepick em' in the heart
24-7, if it ain't us, it's somebody gettin' bloody
Wicked clowns ain't the only ones nutty buddy
Catch me... tongue kissing! a severed head
Catch me burying another bitch dead behind the shed
it doesn't matter, night or day, all around the clock
Violent J and Shaggy CHOP! CHOP! CHOP! CHOP!

You're gonna die!

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Insane Clown Posse is an American hip hop duo from Detroit, Michigan. The group is composed of Joseph Bruce and Joseph Utsler, who perform under the respective personas of the “wicked clowns” Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope. Insane Clown Posse perform a style of hardcore hip hop known as horrorcore and is known for its elaborate live performances. The duo has earned two platinum and three 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.

Originally formed in 1989 as 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 federation, Juggalo Championship Wrestling, and later collaborated with many well-known hip hop and rock musicians.

The songs of Insane Clown Posse center thematically on the mythology of the Dark Carnival, which the duo claim is a spiritual force that has revealed a series of stories known as Joker’s Cards. These stories each offer a specific lesson designed to change the “evil ways” of listeners before “the end consumes us all.” Insane Clown Posse has a dedicated following, often referred to by the group as Juggalos and Juggalettes. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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