Check it out Another fuckin' sampler I won't even front I'll fuckin tell you all about our shit simple and blunt And if you take the time to listen as I run this down Maybe you might even dig our shit and understand the wicked clown We forever underground curse up on the survace They've always said we talentless pieces of shit and worthless Yet, as I'm writing this now, I glance over at the wall and I don't know how But we got two platinum albums and another four gold And we never used MTV we went up the back road And built a fan base that's so behind the clown That their tear your fuckin city in half to show they down But see that's just it though, it ain't a fan base It's a family drawn together like we from outerspace I mean we call ourselves Juggalos I guess I'd explain That we relate cause we been threw the same kinds of pain I mean ICP don't rap about the money we get Cause half the Juggalo's so broke they stealin our shit And they don't wanna hear about us puchin a benz When they takin fuckin grey hounds just to get to gatherins We likes it wicked We keeps it wicked We like cartoon serial slaughteras on our record It's how we adjust to the pressure's of life Let our music do the killin for you you'll be alright And seriously ain't you the least bit curious What's up with this underground world we getting furious Just like this sampler that your bumpin right now This might be your callin to our carnival grounds Tell me this muthafucka, truly, how you livin Ever get the urge maybe do a little wig splittin Ever been the last kid picked for a team Ever had muthafuckas come and shit on your dreams Do you have ideas and something to say Only ain't nobody ever got their ears pointed your way Ever been fucked with for likin this like that And go home with crazy thoughts about cuttin they neck You might find an escape in the band this world hates Cause we been gettin shit on homie we can relate Any nobody here dating hollywood stars Or attending VIP parties at high profile bars But if we ain't your cup of tea Just don't fuck with me I respect the fuck out the fact that you stuck with me And listened on while we tried to explain ourselves Cause the hatchet's hustlin for some record sales We know that ICP is fuckin hated and doubted But our new albums the bomb and I wouldn't lie about it We call it the wraith and it's the sixth jokers card And the juggalo worlds but waitin long hard So were savin it all, we won't play you a leg That's why they got me on here rappin bout the shit For ten years now this album has been in our focus Everything from dog beats on through to Dark Lotus And it's finally dropin on november fifth Unless the fuckin record label fucks up the shit Plan is that's the day that the best we can do Will be put in the stores and delivered to you Or you can download the shit free most probably will But the packageing and booklet is comes with is ill So if your lookin for the best way of coppin it free My advice is hit a record store and pluck the CD Get you the booklet, and get you the disc, And leave all the case with the cover and shit And then buy something cheap like a Britney spears sticker So they don't get suspicious when they see you at the register One way or the other I can promise you this Juggalo or not our fuckin records the shit And I don't give a fuck what rollin stone ends up givin Cause that's just some fuckin other idiots opinion If he knows what's so dope, he should make it himself And quit fuckin judgin every fuckin body else Anyway, all we tryin to say Is that our bomb ass LP is headed your way A little something for the under dogs out there We extending our depth to let you know that we here And our carnival doors is always open to yours And for everybody else we stand up and applause For takin a little time to listen to me spit On this here free CD hatchet sampler shit And for all the Juggalos out there who been know the deal We put this shit together for you to feel... Come on