Gathering of the juggalos

[Trill Clinton]

Pretty interesting video and the juggalettes get down lol(24 min mark and 54 min marks)

[DJR210]

The juggalettes do get down.. saw a vid on Pornhub of some white trash letting a bunch of face painted Skoal smelling weirdos pound her pussy at back at the show

[DJR210]

@ this.. a poser, a bunch of mid-life crisis rednecks.. and DJ Paul

[140]

The juggalettes do get down.. saw a vid on Pornhub of some white trash letting a bunch of face painted Skoal smelling weirdos pound her pussy at back at the show

[DJR210]

How the was DJ Paul able to hide the fact he's missing an arm for so long tbh?

[SpursforSix]

someone posted this video somewhere and I didn't bother to turn the sound on. Actually just did...lol at some of the lyrics

I'mma put cocaine in yo ass
I'mma put cocaine in yo ass
I'mma put cocaine in yo ass
I'mma put my in yo ass
Put a molly in her ass
Put a molly in her ass

Billy Ray Cyrus, I'm your daddy now
I'mma put my up in your ass and it ain't comin' out
If you don't like what I'm sayin' now, I don't give a
'Cause it won't change the fact that my is in your butt
My cocaine will make you numb
So I'mma put it in your ass with my thumb
It's time to get freaky, Miley Cyrus
We can have a baby and call him S ches Cyrus (HAHAHA!)

[DJR210]

someone posted this video somewhere and I didn't bother to turn the sound on. Actually just did...lol at some of the lyrics

I'mma put cocaine in yo ass
I'mma put cocaine in yo ass
I'mma put cocaine in yo ass
I'mma put my in yo ass
Put a molly in her ass
Put a molly in her ass

Billy Ray Cyrus, I'm your daddy now
I'mma put my up in your ass and it ain't comin' out
If you don't like what I'm sayin' now, I don't give a
'Cause it won't change the fact that my is in your butt
My cocaine will make you numb
So I'mma put it in your ass with my thumb
It's time to get freaky, Miley Cyrus
We can have a baby and call him S ches Cyrus (HAHAHA!)

Miley enjoys having pictures of her taken with her spread pissing in public, so I'm sure boofing a little cuhcaine wouldn't be too far fetched..

[Will Hunting]

someone posted this video somewhere and I didn't bother to turn the sound on. Actually just did...lol at some of the lyrics

I'mma put cocaine in yo ass
I'mma put cocaine in yo ass
I'mma put cocaine in yo ass
I'mma put my in yo ass
Put a molly in her ass
Put a molly in her ass

Billy Ray Cyrus, I'm your daddy now
I'mma put my up in your ass and it ain't comin' out
If you don't like what I'm sayin' now, I don't give a
'Cause it won't change the fact that my is in your butt
My cocaine will make you numb
So I'mma put it in your ass with my thumb
It's time to get freaky, Miley Cyrus
We can have a baby and call him S ches Cyrus (HAHAHA!)

I can't pay yo bills Miley Cyrus
But you can pay mine!!

That's my favorite part

[SpursforSix]

I can't pay yo bills Miley Cyrus
But you can pay mine!!

That's my favorite part

tbh...Stiches has grown on me. His music is and I hope he gets popped but his don't give a ery is entertaining.

[Trill Clinton]

@ this.. a poser, a bunch of mid-life crisis rednecks.. and DJ Paul

The bald white guy wasn't that bad. S ches trash as usual and did the white dude with dreads says he has a girl with a dicc?

[Trill Clinton]

someone posted this video somewhere and I didn't bother to turn the sound on. Actually just did...lol at some of the lyrics

I'mma put cocaine in yo ass
I'mma put cocaine in yo ass
I'mma put cocaine in yo ass
I'mma put my in yo ass
Put a molly in her ass
Put a molly in her ass

Billy Ray Cyrus, I'm your daddy now
I'mma put my up in your ass and it ain't comin' out
If you don't like what I'm sayin' now, I don't give a
'Cause it won't change the fact that my is in your butt
My cocaine will make you numb
So I'mma put it in your ass with my thumb
It's time to get freaky, Miley Cyrus
We can have a baby and call him S ches Cyrus (HAHAHA!)

Reads like one of avantes sonnets

[SpursforSix]

The bald white guy wasn't that bad. S ches trash as usual and did the white dude with dreads says he has a girl with a dicc?

I couldn't find that lyric

[Verse 1: Shaggy 2 Dope]
4 in the morning
Lightning crackin' rain is pouring yet I'm still up doing lines (?)
My life's important man
I don't mean to nobody especially you
Never scared to pull something out of my waist give you a taste of this (Boom)
Lay you flat dirty (?) you ain't coming back
Better have that sewed up (?) before you hear that track
Bring it back where my stacks? what you thinking fool?
S dub D til I D-I-E (?) down in the blood pool
Cause your nightmares they my wet dreams
ing with my team I wish you would you b-string we supreme
Premo
Woooo! (?)
Reminisce over your ass and don't nobody even cry (nope)
It's no surprise don't nobody even ask why
It's no surprise we glad to see you die
Hit that 5th and chug
(?) meth buzz
So who do you love you know I got the plug



[Verse 2: S ches]
I'm a dope dealer and I'm from dade county
I got kilos of cocaine I keep them s around me
I got lots of haters
I'm always counting paper
My shoes are made from an alligator
I don't sell no re-rock
I don't rock no g-shock
I get money lil thug life like I'm 2Pac
What do you want? I got it all
I got a lil shawty and she wanna ball
She want a dope dealer and you can with me
You can with me
You can with me
You can with me
You can with me
I put the dope in the pot (forreal)
I can run up in your spot
All that tough talking you be doing gon' get you hit up with the Glock
Name another rapper that has sold more dope than me
The only way that ima stop is if they come and murder me

[Verse 3: Esham]
Kill me too like a wicked preacher in the pulpit
8 ways to die kill a ninja with the full clip
All that stuff you rapping be bull-bull-bull
Rappers get killed for being whack you can't with my clique
Psycho cyphers Micheal Myers set your body on fire
Let the air out your head like a flat tire
Are you in good hands better call State Farm
Its getting hot up in this ring the fire alarm
I'm gone
I'm thugged out
I was raised in the drug house
I come through like Raid on these roaches they bug out
Your girlfriend getting dug out its blood on the rug now
I'm turning your power off pulling your plug out
Next rapper say yeah Ima shoot him yeaaah
Is his ass dead? Yeah! Shoot him in his head!
I'm a ing psycho homie I'm a clown
I never get it twiztid Mo-Town
I come down from the heavens and I'm best friends with Jesus
I beat the fallen angel and I wrote kkkill the fetus
I spit this wicked for all these heathens cause they heathens
But still its on earth I got three stripes on my adidas



[Verse 4: Mac Lethal]
8 ways to die bruh I'm an eight legged spider
I walk up with an A-K and light up your concert
Just killing anyone thats happy you alive
A few survive in a suit and tie you getting crucified
With a nail gun
Mother er my 's so big that it look like a whale tongue
Mac-11 Lethal dropping microphones up in it and its the middle of the map its Kansas City that I hail from
Everybody with me I rip so nice and fast kid
If you ever with me I dip your wife in acid
I'm with that dark juggalo clique
The Incredible Hulk on some Mark Ruffalo
I got a hard buffalo
I might start humping your chick
I'm a mother ing lunatic I pull the skeleton up out your mattress like bunch of elephants up in a stampede
Sticking a ing gun up in your lung and you can't breathe

[Verse 5: Ouija Macc]
Bring them raccs out
Succa brain bout to get splat now
Bring that map out Ima put my city on the map now
Sin City on blacc out
Extension cords in that trap house
We done made our own power lines turned the bando to a cat house
Talk that down
"Ouija got a chicc with a dicc now"
Say what?!?
30 round clip now just enough for you to get dicced down
How bout that now?
17 tat now
17 raccs now
Shawty ass clap like a pacced crowd
Let them talk that , won't walk that I bust them in they
I pull up on him, Kid don't want it but you finally got some drip
You can wait to hit the lottery I'm bout to hit a licc
You can wait on your retirement I'm bout to break a
Hol up' wait all my hoes exfoliate
All you broke mothafuccers you can still afford to hate
What's that beefin' to a vegan I stacc broccoli on my plate
I can be stepping on all over these rapper neccs with every mo'fuccin' step that I take
Ouija



[Verse 6: DJ Paul]
MAFIA! DJ PAUL!
Hunnit off in a clip
(?)
Double barrel, double (?) on the grill
Diamond fangs in a grip
Johnny Dang got the drip
Smoke a quarter word to Eli I'm notorious word to B-I-G
(?)
Rubber bands on a hunnit grand layin' on my hand like I'm T.I.P
this is just a PSA
I'm dropping bones like I'm DTP
Pass the weed like a(?)
s copy but I do get paid
Surf's up tryna ride this wave
I got pocket rockets on some (?) wallets keep the molly in a Gucci safe
20 es on a 20 gauge
20 haters thats 20 graves
Beat the case like MMA
Run the club like some (?)
(?) to this silence
I'm colorblind til' I get violent
Run your mouth you got some mileage
Feature my work to O'Reilly's

[Verse 7: Cage]
Take me out the worst way
Apocalypse on my birthday
When you starving you eat til' I piss on all the Thursday
For your applause my mental problem out for revenge every autumn
Stimulate to get down them all innovators fend em off
And lock me up nightly go psycho when you don't like me
What's in my hands? Ain't my ID
At gunpoint make you recite me
I see some demons that might be trying to me or fight me
Because I wasn't wrapped tightly at Heaven's Gate in black Nikes
I'm in that house like a home invasion because your family need a renovation
Say ho don't say Amen say 6-7-8-9 Satan
I'm a trapped ghost in a iPod and the batteries have been died off
Evil in me no antidote its boring shooting cantaloupe and I'm about what killers do so much they start to kill in school
(?) hang with villains too
Death is here I'm feeling cruel
Burnt flesh thats brand loyal
Bullet holes your guts boil
King of nothing, royal
There will be blood, I struck oil

[Verse 8: Violent J]
What I'm Freddy Kruger
Lex Luthor
Chad Kroeger
The in Nickleback who takes off fat nipples off cougars
Sippin' Boocha
Your boo (?)
Cause I'm superfly I splash her neden Jimmy Snuka
I'll slap you, spin your face round to the back of your head
You'll have to chop a hole through your wig or suffocate dead
I'll make the sunshine bright at midnight or black out at noon
Put so much heart in this every beat kicks as a sonic boom
I blow hurricanes, spit monsoons and stomp earthquakes
And me and my Ruby known to bust and murder snakes
I'll snatch right up in your earhole put your brain in your hand
You'll still be trying to comprehend when you end (Dang man)
The hatchet been chopping for years
I flex on all of my peers
So high I be poppin' your ears
You rocking a toilet career
You bust to a brush in a mirror
You flush and your fans disappear
Your stacks are like flat as a beer
Left out in the sun for a year
Traitor's scowling
Red moon howling
Decades deep stomach still growling
Elbow to eyeball I'm foulin'
Til' your Momma threw the towel in
But I caught it, she fought it and brought it I applauded
But my rocket kick out and clocked out I sock it and she bought it
With that shing-shing-shing-shing
Walla-walla bing bing
Zoo Ju-Jitsu Joe Bruce ying yang
Six Six Fivin'
Big s diving up in you its a ICP thing

[SpursforSix]

tbh...Stiches has grown on me. His music is and I hope he gets popped but his don't give a ery is entertaining.

I think I need to take that back. I just watched 3 S ches videos in a row and was not entertained. He'll never recapture the magic of Brick in Yo Face or the lyrical genius of Miley Cyrus.

[Will Hunting]

I think I need to take that back. I just watched 3 S ches videos in a row and was not entertained. He'll never recapture the magic of Brick in Yo Face or the lyrical genius of Miley Cyrus.

Excuse me, but it's Molly Cyrus

and yeah most of his stuff is just bad and not entertaining at all

[SpursforSix]

Excuse me, but it's Molly Cyrus

and yeah most of his stuff is just bad and not entertaining at all

Damn...I never caught that. And here I am thinking I know S ches.

[DJR210]

The bald white guy wasn't that bad. S ches trash as usual and did the white dude with dreads says he has a girl with a dicc?

I'll have to run that part back

[Trill Clinton]

I couldn't find that lyric

[Verse 1: Shaggy 2 Dope]
4 in the morning
Lightning crackin' rain is pouring yet I'm still up doing lines (?)
My life's important man
I don't mean to nobody especially you
Never scared to pull something out of my waist give you a taste of this (Boom)
Lay you flat dirty (?) you ain't coming back
Better have that sewed up (?) before you hear that track
Bring it back where my stacks? what you thinking fool?
S dub D til I D-I-E (?) down in the blood pool
Cause your nightmares they my wet dreams
ing with my team I wish you would you b-string we supreme
Premo
Woooo! (?)
Reminisce over your ass and don't nobody even cry (nope)
It's no surprise don't nobody even ask why
It's no surprise we glad to see you die
Hit that 5th and chug
(?) meth buzz
So who do you love you know I got the plug



[Verse 2: S ches]
I'm a dope dealer and I'm from dade county
I got kilos of cocaine I keep them s around me
I got lots of haters
I'm always counting paper
My shoes are made from an alligator
I don't sell no re-rock
I don't rock no g-shock
I get money lil thug life like I'm 2Pac
What do you want? I got it all
I got a lil shawty and she wanna ball
She want a dope dealer and you can with me
You can with me
You can with me
You can with me
You can with me
I put the dope in the pot (forreal)
I can run up in your spot
All that tough talking you be doing gon' get you hit up with the Glock
Name another rapper that has sold more dope than me
The only way that ima stop is if they come and murder me

[Verse 3: Esham]
Kill me too like a wicked preacher in the pulpit
8 ways to die kill a ninja with the full clip
All that stuff you rapping be bull-bull-bull
Rappers get killed for being whack you can't with my clique
Psycho cyphers Micheal Myers set your body on fire
Let the air out your head like a flat tire
Are you in good hands better call State Farm
Its getting hot up in this ring the fire alarm
I'm gone
I'm thugged out
I was raised in the drug house
I come through like Raid on these roaches they bug out
Your girlfriend getting dug out its blood on the rug now
I'm turning your power off pulling your plug out
Next rapper say yeah Ima shoot him yeaaah
Is his ass dead? Yeah! Shoot him in his head!
I'm a ing psycho homie I'm a clown
I never get it twiztid Mo-Town
I come down from the heavens and I'm best friends with Jesus
I beat the fallen angel and I wrote kkkill the fetus
I spit this wicked for all these heathens cause they heathens
But still its on earth I got three stripes on my adidas



[Verse 4: Mac Lethal]
8 ways to die bruh I'm an eight legged spider
I walk up with an A-K and light up your concert
Just killing anyone thats happy you alive
A few survive in a suit and tie you getting crucified
With a nail gun
Mother er my 's so big that it look like a whale tongue
Mac-11 Lethal dropping microphones up in it and its the middle of the map its Kansas City that I hail from
Everybody with me I rip so nice and fast kid
If you ever with me I dip your wife in acid
I'm with that dark juggalo clique
The Incredible Hulk on some Mark Ruffalo
I got a hard buffalo
I might start humping your chick
I'm a mother ing lunatic I pull the skeleton up out your mattress like bunch of elephants up in a stampede
Sticking a ing gun up in your lung and you can't breathe

[Verse 5: Ouija Macc]
Bring them raccs out
Succa brain bout to get splat now
Bring that map out Ima put my city on the map now
Sin City on blacc out
Extension cords in that trap house
We done made our own power lines turned the bando to a cat house
Talk that down
"Ouija got a chicc with a dicc now"
Say what?!?
30 round clip now just enough for you to get dicced down
How bout that now?
17 tat now
17 raccs now
Shawty ass clap like a pacced crowd
Let them talk that , won't walk that I bust them in they
I pull up on him, Kid don't want it but you finally got some drip
You can wait to hit the lottery I'm bout to hit a licc
You can wait on your retirement I'm bout to break a
Hol up' wait all my hoes exfoliate
All you broke mothafuccers you can still afford to hate
What's that beefin' to a vegan I stacc broccoli on my plate
I can be stepping on all over these rapper neccs with every mo'fuccin' step that I take
Ouija



[Verse 6: DJ Paul]
MAFIA! DJ PAUL!
Hunnit off in a clip
(?)
Double barrel, double (?) on the grill
Diamond fangs in a grip
Johnny Dang got the drip
Smoke a quarter word to Eli I'm notorious word to B-I-G
(?)
Rubber bands on a hunnit grand layin' on my hand like I'm T.I.P
this is just a PSA
I'm dropping bones like I'm DTP
Pass the weed like a(?)
s copy but I do get paid
Surf's up tryna ride this wave
I got pocket rockets on some (?) wallets keep the molly in a Gucci safe
20 es on a 20 gauge
20 haters thats 20 graves
Beat the case like MMA
Run the club like some (?)
(?) to this silence
I'm colorblind til' I get violent
Run your mouth you got some mileage
Feature my work to O'Reilly's

[Verse 7: Cage]
Take me out the worst way
Apocalypse on my birthday
When you starving you eat til' I piss on all the Thursday
For your applause my mental problem out for revenge every autumn
Stimulate to get down them all innovators fend em off
And lock me up nightly go psycho when you don't like me
What's in my hands? Ain't my ID
At gunpoint make you recite me
I see some demons that might be trying to me or fight me
Because I wasn't wrapped tightly at Heaven's Gate in black Nikes
I'm in that house like a home invasion because your family need a renovation
Say ho don't say Amen say 6-7-8-9 Satan
I'm a trapped ghost in a iPod and the batteries have been died off
Evil in me no antidote its boring shooting cantaloupe and I'm about what killers do so much they start to kill in school
(?) hang with villains too
Death is here I'm feeling cruel
Burnt flesh thats brand loyal
Bullet holes your guts boil
King of nothing, royal
There will be blood, I struck oil

[Verse 8: Violent J]
What I'm Freddy Kruger
Lex Luthor
Chad Kroeger
The in Nickleback who takes off fat nipples off cougars
Sippin' Boocha
Your boo (?)
Cause I'm superfly I splash her neden Jimmy Snuka
I'll slap you, spin your face round to the back of your head
You'll have to chop a hole through your wig or suffocate dead
I'll make the sunshine bright at midnight or black out at noon
Put so much heart in this every beat kicks as a sonic boom
I blow hurricanes, spit monsoons and stomp earthquakes
And me and my Ruby known to bust and murder snakes
I'll snatch right up in your earhole put your brain in your hand
You'll still be trying to comprehend when you end (Dang man)
The hatchet been chopping for years
I flex on all of my peers
So high I be poppin' your ears
You rocking a toilet career
You bust to a brush in a mirror
You flush and your fans disappear
Your stacks are like flat as a beer
Left out in the sun for a year
Traitor's scowling
Red moon howling
Decades deep stomach still growling
Elbow to eyeball I'm foulin'
Til' your Momma threw the towel in
But I caught it, she fought it and brought it I applauded
But my rocket kick out and clocked out I sock it and she bought it
With that shing-shing-shing-shing
Walla-walla bing bing
Zoo Ju-Jitsu Joe Bruce ying yang
Six Six Fivin'
Big s diving up in you its a ICP thing

Ouija got a chick with a dicc now. He said that eeww.

[SpursforSix]

Ouija got a chick with a dicc now. He said that eeww.

Oh you’re right. I searched for the other spelling.
Lol. I almost posted, “I searched for ”.

[Millennial_Messiah]

ICP sucks.

[BD24]

Kori probably loved these gots after he dropped out. Their target demographic is poor white trash that feel like outsiders.