Insane Clown Posse (ICP)



Radio Stars

so called artistic endeavours in an vain attempt to appeal to the public at large.

Behold the metamorphosis



Fuck platinum, platinum just aint good enough

we need more money, more house and cars and stuff

I'm sick of juggalos, I want them other hoes

I want them shitty hoes, you get wit 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

its time to change our shit up to get what we need



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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

ill play the skin flute be a radio star

I'm sick of keepin it real, and underground

I want the sellout 10million fans 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 jello

I can put my buddy holly glasses on

I can even sing one of his faggot songs

I can wear checkered pants and never smile

whatevers cool for your radio style

joey fell in love with a college ......



The boorish bumbling baboons have been baffled in their journey to the music business

Each sonnet is more ridiculous than the last.

Their strides toward musical success are little more than a stumble 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 punk shit but that didn't work

it flopped on its ass, at least I tried though

all right, aint no need to be fighting with each other

we need to start talkin about relationships and lovers

can you sing, no, neither can I

to 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, its smellin so sweet

I wanna make love between the sheets

girl, play my song, ??????

I'm a radio man, and I know

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give me one more chance

and ill 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 2 dimwitted idiots decided to stay with the wicked shit for life.