Dating game by insane clown possee
[Operator:] There's no reason [Violent J:] I'm gonna put a slug in my f**king head! [Operator:] Put it away [Violent J:] ..I got it right under my chin, man, f**k that! [Violent J:] I'm gonna blow my head all over the f**king ceiling [Operator:] No you're not, OK? It don't matter, I'm doing the shit in the garage, Trying to make it easier for them to clean my head splaage, This bitch I loved, I hope she finds me, Still up in the chair with my thoughts behind me I'm about to do it, [Beep] Can you hold for a second?
Say what you will, but ICP are still captivating the public.
And your heart means everything to the world, okay? I got a bitch pregnant & I'm broke as f**k, I wanna get high but I got piss test, I'm always first name on top of the shit list, Get this, the witch has made my chest It's permanent nightly visiting nest, It ain't no clothes that I look good in, I'm the motherf**king big red train that couldn't, I got no family, I stole they shit, Restraining orders & I still won't quit, I hit rock bottom & then I fell in a hole And then I fell through the floor of that hole some more, I been missing for a year, nobody's looking, I got beat down & my shit tooken, I look ahead & all I see is more of the same, Or this self-inflicted bullet hole pouring my brain "Ooooooookay, I understand that you're in pain, okay?
I understand that feelings lead to depression When you have depression, you have a lonely void inside of your heart, okay?
Over the past decade, SPIN has experienced fraught relationships with many artists, but few have resulted in as colorful a batch of death threats as our various contretemps with Insane Clown Posse’s Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope and their extended Psychopathic Records “family.” In the January 1998 issue, a four-page, comic-art exegesis on ICP titled “Down With the Clowns,” by Mike Rubin and Mark Dancey, editors of legendary Detroit fanzine Motorbooty, elicited a barrage of violent invective by the certifiable duo on their “Wicked Web Site.” Then in the November 2000 issue, we ran a comparatively sympathetic report, with fearless journalist Matt Diehl chronicling the first annual “Gathering of the Juggalos” at Detroit’s Novi Expo Center, where 7,000 makeup-wearing, all-ages dupes of the group’s “Dark Carnival” mythology convened for a sadsack orgy of shock rap, semi-pro wrestling, “human bowling,” Eminem hate-belch (including the “Slim Anus Faygo Dunk,” manned by a Shady impersonator), the OCD unburdening of female breasts, and most memorably, The Neden Game, an X-rated version of The Dating Game.
As Diehl reported, when a female contestant asked “Bachelor No.