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You aren't sure where you came from. Perhaps your sire did an embrace and run. Or maybe your sire was an outcast himself. Either way, your powers are unique and really don't belong to any clan...or maybe a little from each. Because you of these circumstances, you aren't really sure where you belong. You tend to wander and do a bit of soul searching in your eternal life. Maybe some day...you have a while after all.
What Vampire Clan Do You Belong To?
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I am the most non-traditional anything that you are likely to meet. I am a punk-rock goth, Juggalo, midieval buff. That doesn't even start to describe me, but, there it is. I will be updating my profile as time goes on. Just please bear with me while I get the hang of the site, and all.
Some lyrics to my favorite I.C.P. songs
Juggalo Homies
Insane Clown Posse and Twizted
(Violent J)
Let me ask you this about this life we live
And let me try to swerve some of this attention you give
To them distant ass relatives over in Ham dinner
If they really miss you so much
Why don’t they just call a (Muthafucka)
If you wasn't blood, would you still have love?
Or infact does the blood make you think you have to love?
Look I probably love my family more then anybody here
But my homies are family too
Third cousins get outta here
Who was you with when you got tatoos?
Who was you tripping with when you did them mushrooms?
Who the fuck threw up all over your car?
And then felt worse then you about that shit in the morning? (Friends ya'll)
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
Who loaned ya' money,homie?
Who owes ya cash?
Who taught you how to use a bong for the grass?
I don’t know much but I gotta assume
When ya hit ya first neden, ya homies was in the other room
(Chorus)
We talkn' about HOMIES HOMIES!!! (Talkn' about those dogs of life!)
Our muthafucking HOMIES HOMIES!!! (We throwin' up Clown Love signs!)
Real juggalo HOMIES HOMIES!!! (Talk about those dogs of life!)
HOMIES HOMIES (Man that’s my dogg)
(Violent J)
Have you ever had a job that you truly dispise?
Like I dunno maybe dishwashing or fuckin flipping fries
Then you got this boss who thinks he's the don mega
Cause he the head manager Cheap chili fry maker
All you could vision is ya'll beating him down
Your homies standing on his back while your kicking his head around
But responsibility is there, I can't lie tho
I would a been plucked his fucking eyeball out with a chicken bone
Crazy as fuck I’ll rip your peircings off
And now my homies are holding me back so I don’t look soft
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
When you snuck the car out who did you get?
And when you got colour, who you blame that shit?
Who you relax around and scratch yo balls?
Homies, were talking about like you and yours!
(Chorus)
We talkn' about HOMIES HOMIES!!! (Talkn' about the dogs of life!)
Our muthafucking HOMIES HOMIES!!! (We throwin' up Clown Love signs!)
Real juggalo HOMIES HOMIES!!! (Talk about those dogs of life!)
HOMIES HOMIES (Man that’s my dogg)
If ya don't like me ya can Fuck Off!! (Got a bullet for every one)
If ya don’t like me ya can Fuck Off!! (Got a bullet for every one)
(Jamie Madrox)
Me and my homies stay tight like a noose
And if you step to one of us you betta step to the whole crew
I never knew that I could depend
That I could have some friends that’s down til the very end
Well that’s my home boys, excuse me, my family
And when we conquer the world
We macking on the galaxy cause the skys the limit
And we ain't finished
And if my homies gonna ride ya know I'm with it
(Monoxide Child)
Puff it and pass it and I give it to my homies ya'll
Hit it and quit it and then I give it to my homies ya'll
I got the world around my finger with my homies ya'll
And everything is obsilete unless I hear my homies call
We worldwide, were homies across the planet
Sticking together like zippers on Michael Jackson's 'Beat It' jacket
They got my back like a tat for that, I love ya'll
Hanging till we old and grey like grandpa (Psychopathic)
(Chorus)
HOMIES HOMIES!!! (Talk about those dogs of life!)
My muthafucking HOMIES HOMIES!!! (Be throwing up Clown Love signs!)
We are juggalo HOMIES HOMIES!!! (Talk about those dogs of life!)
(Juggalo homies)HOMIES HOMIES (hey hey hey)
If ya don't like me ya can Fuck Off!! (Got a bullet for every one)
If ya don’t like me ya can Fuck Off!! (Got a bullet for every one)
If ya don't like me ya can Fuck Off!! (Got a bullet for every one)
If ya don't like me ya can Fuck Off!! Fuck Off!!! Fuck Off!!!
(Anybody Killa going off)
My mothafukin HOMIES HOMIES!!! (Talk about those dogs of mine!)
We are juggalo HOMIES HOMIES!!! (Be throwing up Clown Love signs!)
(Juggalo homies) HOMIES HOMIES!!! (Talk about those dogs of mine!)
(Eastside, Westside!)HOMIES HOMIES
If ya don't like me ya can Fuck Off!! (Got a bullet for every one)
If ya don’t like me ya can Fuck Off!! (Got a bullet for every one)
If ya don't like me ya can Fuck Off!! (Got a bullet for every one)
If ya don't like me ya can Fuck Off!! Fuck Off!!! Fuck Off!!!
[Violent J]
What is a juggalo?
Let me think for a second
Oh, he gets butt-naked
And then he walks through the streets
Winking at the freaks
With a two-liter stuck in his butt-cheeks
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
What is a juggalo?
He just don't care
He might try to put a weave
In his nut hair
Cuz he could give a fuck less
What a bitch thinks
He tell her that her butt stinks
And all that
[Violent J]
What is a juggalo?
He drinks like a fish
And then he starts huggin people
Like a drunk bitch
Next thing, he's pickin fights
With his best friends
Then he starts with the huggin again
Fuck!
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
What is a juggalo?
A fucking lunatic
Somebody with a rope tied to his dick
Then he jumps out a ten-story window
Oh!
[Chorus (2x)]
What is a juggalo?
A juggalo
That's what it is
Well, fuck, if I know
What is a juggalo?
I don't know
But I'm down with the clown
And I'm down for life, yo
Southwest? (we juggalos)
Down river? (we juggalos)
Jefferson? (we juggalos)
Fuckin everybody (we juggalos)
I'm that juggalugga locoroni
Get the fuck up
Get the fuck the out of here
[Violent J]
What is a juggalo?
A dead body
Well, he ain't really dead, but he ain't like
Anybody that you've ever met before
He'll eat monopoly and shit out connect four
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
What is a jug..?
What the fuck? Connect four?
Man that shit is whack
Don't worry about my shit
Just rap motherfucker
What is a juggalo?
He ain't a bitchboy
He'll walk through the hills
And beat down a rich boy
Walks right in the house
When you're having supper
And dip his nuts in your soup, gloop!
[Violent J]
What is a juggalo?
Well, he ain't a phoney
He'll walk up and bust a nut in your macaroni
And watch you sit there
And finish up the last bit
Cuz your a stupid ass dump fuckin idiot
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
What is a juggalo?
He's a graduate
He graduated from....well
At least, he got a job
He's not a dump puts
He works for himself scratching his nuts
[Violent J]
What is a juggalo?
A Hulkamaniac
He powerbombs motherfuckers into thumbtacks
People like him till
They find out he's unstable
He Sabu'd your momma through a coffee table
[Chorus (1x)]
I'm that juggalugga locoroni
Get the fuck up
Get the fuck the out of here
I'm that juggalugga locoroni
I figured you wouldn't understand
[Chorus (2x)]
Detroit? (we juggalos)
Cleveland? (we juggalos)
St. Louis? (we juggalos)
Everybody? (we juggalos) [3x]
Fuckin everybody? (we juggalos)
Everybody? (we juggalos)
What is a juggalo?
(Today we'll be talking about the reporting artists The Insane Clown Posse)
(They look too spooky) Dickface (It kinda reminds me of gang related)
(Before the anti-christ who is comming)
Remember me bitch 8th grade
old park skinny ass well-fare raid
Ustler and Bruce brothers we was the shit
Dungeons Dragons, and Bruce Lee flicks
quit school nobody missed us,
nobody hugged and kissed us only dissed us
now look at these beautiful model type high class women
takin' my dick in em
you don't remember my kind in class
the whigged out freak starin at your ass
never had the courage to even say hi
only smell your perfume vapors as you walk by
I'm the scrub that never crossed your mind
now your flashing your titties at me waitin in line
and that's fine while you're working your charm
look beneath the paint bitch its the scrubs who won
*People murmuring*
You used to say "Ahhh Hah!"
look at him the same pair of pants and that shirt again
an outcast I knew I had to do something
figure out a way to make something out of nothin
open up shop got what you need
speakers clothes CD's or bags of weed
but that shit got me nowhere except jail
me and all my homies to broke to make the bail
so now we're right back at the place we started
chuckles and laugh the second we turn our backs
assed out but we was like "fuck yall"
we got each other and the drop of the homie call
look at us now bitch holdin' platinum
all up on my dick but I'm the same as back then
forget the money and fame because
beneath the paint life's just as it always was
*People murmuring*
Look at me!
Analyze! What you see?
Look at me!
Analyze! What you see
another girl I don't dare to confide
playing that role it hurts inside
here I am thinking she wants me
she only wants that killer on her CD
just when I couldn't feel any worse
bitch asked me if I could paint my face first
the day I finally get to leave this land
behind the paint will be the shell of a used up man
behind the paint will be the shell of a used up man
the shell of a used up man
the shell of a used up man
behind the paint will be the shell of a used up man (Analyze!)
the shell of a used up man
the shell of a used up man
nothing left but the shell of a used up man
nothing left but the shell of a used up man
behind the paint will be the shell of a used up man (Analyze!)
the shell of a used up man
the shell of a used up man
(crying)
ahhhh little baby bitch ass is crying again
whats the matter
feelin like you dont fit in anywhere
(yeh)
what about fittin that ass in with us
the mighty Deezy Cizzarn?
We`ll fuckin gladly take ya
We take all shape, colours, sizes and genders
We are the mighty, mystical, mythilogical, dark mother fuckin Carnival, Byaaatchh!
I see your feeling alone again, you's a mother fucker
Feeling like you dont belong, like you the only other?
But some of us scrubs got it worse then you,
No homies to call on, or crew to belong to,
Some us said fuck all that bullshit and dropped outl;
Some of us stood up to fight but got knocked out
Some of us like to cuss and dont like ya format,
We like the wicked shit we chose not to ignore that,
Some of us be comin out of more then a broken home,
Some of us be livin out of a cars and carry on
Some of us see the Budget Suits as a real appartment and
make you take off your shoes on the carpet
Some of us are on parol and cant leave the state,
And some are dead and gone my homie blaze can relate.
And some cant afford a free phone call
but some of us's equal us all,
think about that.
We Belong
We Belong
We Belong
Our Carnival Is Here
We Belong
We Belong
We Belong
Find Us Everywhere
Some of us own dope cars that fail to exist
Some of us have profiles, nobody else fits
and some aint got time for the monks in Tibet
because my own kids are hungry and there looking at me for shit
Some of us own drug paraphernalia material, and some of us have incurable
sexual venereals and some of us have dreams of being a star
and most wont make it that far, but its all good
Some of us cant afford the coolest shoes
Some us gives a fuck about popularity choose
Some bitches tittie dance cause they babies are cryin,
others say there dancing for college and you know that they lyin,
Some us are in love with people who aint ours,
Some us dont give up until there behind bars,
and some us must of been born to take the fall.
But some us's equal us all, and I`m with you
Right Here
We Belong
Right Here
We Belong
Right Here
We Belong
Our Carnival Is Here!
Right Here
We Belong
Right Here
We Belong
Right Here
We Belong
Find Us Everywhere
well,
Right Here
We Belong
Right Here
We Belong
Right Here
We Belong
Our Carnival Is Here!
Right Here
We Belong
Right Here
We Belong
Right Here
We Belong
Find Us Everywhere
forever,
dont touch it its hot byatch,
hatchet rydin',
forever
Gangsters bangin, nuts straight hanging
Chillen in the allyway, signs straight beemin
Up in the air I hear they don't care
Get your mutha fucken melon busted for a stare
Luv pumpin through the heart, flowin through the veins
Pop a mutha fucka like it aint no thang
Blood shoot eyes from pufin on the bud
Let me see that rag, let me see that luv
Roamin through the hood top cut down
Car packed so full it's fucken on the ground
Max with the homies spitten on the hoes
Stop in the store for a cold 4-0
Grabbin on your balls, straight slanging stalls
Fuck the gang squad tryin to take me out my home
Check my neck and I got yours
Cuz roll with yourself and keep that clown luv
Throw your signs in the air
Whats that? I don't check, I don't care
Cuz I'm down with the clown everywere
Cuz much clown luv is in here [2x]
Hey homes what set your clame?
I'm in the rhymin game, wicked Clown Banging
I'm just a mutha fucka thats down for the cause
You can suck on my balls, unless you got clown luv
Put 'em up, throw 'em up
Let me see them mutha fuckas
Flip 'em up, flip 'em down, flip 'em around
Mutha fuckas mind all warped
From breathin all the smog
I'm all up in the shit, like if my name was frog
Damn I heard a shot, but I got luck
The mutha fuckas missed it's time to shoot 'em up
Here come the sirens I hear 'em gettin close
Here come the squad, it's time to get ghost
If you wanna stay you get beat by a pig
Fuck that shit cuz were I live
My boys got my neck and I got theirs
Cuz I'm true to myself, bitch
Clown Luv
Throw your signs in the air
Whats that? I don't check, I don't care
Cuz I'm down with the clown everywere
Cuz much clown luv is in here [2x]
Hey what the fuck you lookin at man
My rag, my flannel, or the club in my hand?
Well here go ahead, take a closer look
Thanx for the wallet bitch
Give me them duckets, mutha fucken child
To buys doing other things like hangin with my mob
Crew got my neck, well push come to shove
Never sell out yourself, and keep that Clown Luv
Throw your signs in the air
Whats that? I don't check, I don't care
Cuz I'm down with the clown everywere
Cuz much clown luv is in here [repeating]
I live my life in the gutter
And this gutter is who I am
Take me back home to my gutter
And I swear I won't ever leave again!
[Violent J]
Hey, I'm coming home
Home to the criminals and crooks
Home to the gangbangers shooting dirty looks
Home to the killer cops beating on my ass
Home to my '72 Velarick, praying it will last
Pass by the rich bitches trying to play me out
Dawging on my neighborhood, don't know what it's about
So now I'm clockin dunkets, never hang out with the rich
I'd rather hang out with the crooked at the party store, bitch
Give me codey, dawg, with a little smog
Cuz it tastes better than the poisonous fog
Seeping from the sewers in my slummy neighborhood
But the ghetto got love and the love is all good
So I don't give a fuck about your mansion by the lake
You can suck my dingaling until your neck breaks
Cuz all I wanna do is hang with the zombie
In the zone, break out with the Faygo, I'm coming home
[Chorus (1x)]
Home to the creatures, home to the crooks
Home to the fools readin witchcraft books
Home to the monsters roaming the land
I wanna come home but ya don't understand
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Bitch, I'm coming home and I'm not alone
Jokers and freaks, and their dead body bones
Every single thing that you never wanna see
Add it all together and you got me
I know nobody gives a fuck about your punk ass rules
Keystone coppers and your hypocrite schools
I'd much rather lay around the streets of the gutter
And make dirty phone calls to your rich mother
Caught her passed midnight and I'm waking up the dead
Then we playin kickball with somebody's head
We got skinny dipping in the barrels of toxic waste
After that I pour myself a little taste
So tell your daughter that she's nothing but a fat bitch
And all my homies don't care if the hoes rich
Somebody out here, please, let me know where there's a phone
I need to call my mother and tell her I'm coming home
[Chorus (1x)]
[Violent J]
And I'm coming home, chicken chicken bones
Sugar plum bushes, and ice cream cones
All these fake people sayin hi to one another
Then they sit around and talk shit about each other
Watering they grass, digging in they ass
Trying to make sure they didn't lose any cash
Working hard, all your life, and now you're finally rich
But look at you, you're just another whack bitch
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Crawl in the slum that's where I'm from
Murderers and slaughterers, so that's what I've become
Spare a little change cuz I just ran out of gas
Reach for your quarter and I'll stick your fuckin ass
[Violent J] Nobody wants to be around the ghetto breed
But the ghetto got each other and that's all we really need
[Shaggy 2 Dope] So what the fuck am I doing down here, I gotta land of my own
[Violent J] Eh yo, dawg, fuck it, huh, we going home
[Chorus (9x)]
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