Insane Clown Posse "Radio Stars" |
Occassionally, the overwhelming temptation To reach the pinnicle of the pop music genre Will reduce the most deplorable examples of the underground music scene To change their so called artistic endeavours In a vain attempt to appeal to the public at large Behold the metamorphisis (Violent J) 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 video We'll do whatever it takes to get some airplay We'll make that bounce shit, triple our sales and pay Come on Shaggy follow my lead It's time to change our shit up to get what we need (Bounce Style) The pathetic attempts never cease the moronic music onslaught Continues 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 we sucked at rappin' Well I don't know how to play a guitar I'll play the skin flute be a radio star I'm sick of keepin it real, and underground I want the ten-million fan sellout radio flavor style even though we'll be played next summer show me a radio dick and ill show you a hummer Joey fell in love with a college girl She had a back pack and a pony tail She said her name was Lisa but I do not know She drank cisco lemmonade and cherry Jell-o 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 Joey fell in love with a college ...... The borish bumbling baffoons have been baffled in their journey To the music business Each sonnett is more ridiculus than the last Their strides toward musical success are little more than a Stummble into complete failure That was bullshit, what the fuck You think of something I'm sittin here trying to write hits Your doing nothing You wrote the crunk shit but that didn't work 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 talkin about relationships and lovers Can you sing? No, neither can I If we're gonna be radio stars we at least gotta try Girl, I'm gonna let you know on the radio I want to lick you from head to toe Girl, your perfume, it's smellin so sweet I wanna make love between the sheets Girl, play my song,... I'm a radio man, and i know I can't sing, yes I can Give me one more chance and I'll make you dance (Chorus 5x) Girl, we'll make radio songs for radio fans we can't go wrong 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 dimwitted idiots decided to stay with the wicked shit for life. Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |