Tunnel of Love
It was a smooth clam night. In the small town of Crystal Lakes a couple sits together along a gently flowing stream. The sky is clear and the spring-time air is enhanced with Mother Nature's soft caressing breeze. A woman of 18 stares deeply into her lover's eyes and asks... "What is love?" He swiftly answers, " I really don't know. Why don't you ask somebody who gives a fuck?" Stunned by his harsh response she replies, "What's up your ass today?" "Nothin' bitch, leave me alone," he shot back. Frustrated and bewildered she shouts, "Why are you acting like this?" He quickly stated his true thoughts... "I've been coming with you to this fucked up swamp and gettin' bit by mosquitoes and june bugs and shit for like two monthes now and all we do is talk about bull shit! When the fuck am I gonna get some fuckin' skins?!" She began to feel guilty and so decides to give in. Her response to his coarse question was a delight to his ears. "Right now." The two began to tear wildly at each other's clothes. He lays her down next to the stream of gently flowing water. "Ouch!" she shouts. "What's wrong?" he asks. "There's a stick or somethin' pokin' me in the ass!" she cried. He lovingly readjusts her on the bed of nature and prepares to inject his love dog into her chili pot. Just as he is about to penetrate her he feels a piercing sear of pain on his genitals. He looked down at his penis to discover a mosquito clinching to his nut sack.
"Fuucckk!" he wails, flicking the insect of his balls. "This fuckin' sucks!" "Let me be on top first" she said. The couple switches positions as she attempts to work his wand into a pleasurable state. But out of nowhere a sudden loss of passion envelopes the area. She strives to inject herself with his stiffy only to notice that his stiffy is now softer than a bowl of Jello. "What happened?" she asks. "I just don't want to do it anymore." She is baffled by his statement. "Is it me?" she asks. "No, but you got mud all over your ass and it's fucking nasty. Get off me bitch, I'm goin' home." As she sat weeping along side of the stream, she realized that although the stream is a beautiful place to sit and think... it is no place to fuck.
Oh yeah, after she took a shower he bounced over to her house in his fresh '64 rag top Impala and they fucked all night. That was me on a 1990 camping trip in Cadillac Michigan. My nuts still itch from the fuckin' bugz.
- Shaggy 2 Dope
SONGS
intro
cotton candy
super balls
ninja
stomp
prom queen
my kind of bitch
when i get out
???
THE TERROR WHEEL
The Terror Wheel is a popular carnival attraction among the dead. Dead bodies come from across the world to strap in to this spinning, whipping wheel of agony. The wheel never stops, it just keeps spinning and spinning until your body's limbs tear off one by one, eventually separating your carcus from your seat. Dead people surly love this amusing ride, but as long as the line for the Terror Wheel may be, and despite the many stiffs that would love a chance to ride the wheel, we always have saved a seat for you and your loved ones.
Enjoy your life now while you can, for when you die, you belong to us... you belong to the Terror Wheel.
SONGS
1 The Dead Body Man
2 Skitsofrantic
3 The Smog
4 Out
5 I Stuck Her With My Wang
6 Amys In The Attic
forgotten freshness
What many ninjas don't know is that ICP ain't nothin' new. Before the 700 billion album sales, naked chicks and starring movie roles (hell yeah). ICP dwelled only in Detroit's underground music scene. In 1990, ICP and their manager Alex Abbiss startedtheir own independent record label and called it Psychopathic Records, because no other label was stupid enough to put out something as crazy as ICP.
ICP debuted on Psychopathic with their very first release of a 4 song EP entitled DOG BEATS, which didn't sell shit. Then it was on to the Joker's Cards, starting with the 1st in 1991, CARNIVAL OF CARNAGE which did OK. Then came the RINGMASTER in 93, and that did better. At this point, ICP started to get some props, but they still lived like homeless crackheads. Alex Abbiss signed ICP to a small record deal with Jive Records and together with Psychopathic, they put put the 3rd Joker's Card in 1995, THE RIDDLEBOX. Jive treated ICP like a booger... they picked them and then for some sick reason they tried to eat them. The clowns escaped the jaws of Jive and landed at Hollywood Records (owned by Disney), of course Jive had to get paid first and paid they got. Hollywood Records was great. They treated Shaggy and Violent J like the Jackson 2. We're talkin' limos, money, chicks, and all that shit. But then on the day the 4th Joker's Card, THE GREAT MILENKO came out, Hollywood's daddy, Mickey Mouse got pissed and threw ICP and their album right the fuck out of the magic kingdom. I guess Mickey was scared of the controversy. Funny thing was ICP never complained when Mickey used to bone Minnie Mouse in his office with the door wide open. She used to come walkin' down the halls with her big cartoony titties all fallin' out and shit, yet nobody cared. As soon as ICP stepped out of line however, they got the bone.
While ICP and Abbiss were sitting around plotting Mickey's murder, here comes Island Records. BANG! Before you can say "Where do we sign?" they gave ICP money, booze, chicks, helicopters, cars with power windows, you name it. Island treated ICP like they're multi-platinum superstars even though they really ain't shit. As soon as ICP signed the contract however, Island smacked 'em across the mouth and took all the fresh shit back. Island did however put THE GREAT MILENKO back in the record stores and that's enough for ICP. They do a good job with ICP's music, so they're happy with Island.
In between the albums ICP has released along their career, they would often release EP's to keep the Juggalo's interested... These EP's were: BEVERLY KILLS EP in 92', TERROR WHEEL EP in 94', and THE TUNNEL OF LOVE in 96'. Shaggy 2 Dope even released a solo EP somewhere in there called FUCK OFF!. Also there were ICP Christmas and Halloween releases, and free give away singles. To fully capture the complete catalog of Insane Clown Posse is next to impossible, yet the hardest to find singles and rarest songs ICP ever made are on these two CD's. FORGOTTEN FRESHNESS has out takes, B-sides, re-mixes, songs that got scrapped, songs that suck, songs that couldn't fit on albums, and all that shit.
Oh yeah, Island Records is re-releasing the entire Psychopathic back catalog nationwide. You will now be able to find all them ICP albums and EP's that were previously only released in Detroit. So don't bother gassin' up the old maverick to head to the motor city, just walk your ass to the mall, they should have them. Bitch.
SONGS
Disk 1
hey vato
dead pumpkins
fat sweaty betty
willy bubba
graveyard
w/project born
fuck off!
i didn't mean to
kill 'em
southwest
strangla
santa's a fat
bitch
witching hour w/myzery
Disk 2
mr. johnson's
head remix
clown love
hokus pokus
headhunta'z remix
red christmas
house of wonders
mr. rotten treats
piggy pie (old
school)
i'm not alone
85 bucks an hour
w/twiztid
halloween on
military street
dog beats
mental warp
Dark Lotus
Life At Risk
Ghetto Zone
Santa Killers
He's Coming
12 Days of
Christmas
Night of the Axe
Blacken Your Eyes
Riddle Box
Sampler
Dirtball
Echoside
Fabulous
Freakshows
Pumkin Carver
Slim Anus
Interview
He's Coming
(Reversed Backwards Message)
Echoside
(Reversed Backwards Message)
Everybody Rize
(Reversed Backwards Message)
My Fun House
(Reversed Backwards Message)
Tunnel of Love
Intro (Reversed Backwards Message)
The Pendulum
the amazing maze