I just turned 35 Years Old!!! I am a Bi-Sexual Juggalette who loves to create artwork for others and I to enjoy!!! Graphics is a way to express ones self without saying a word!!! I hope you enjoy as much as I do...
We may paint our faces,
we may fuck around.
But pussy-ass bitches,
here won't be found.
My homies stand,
behind me all the way.
My true family,
and forever we'll stay.
Don't fuck with me,
cause they got my back.
Where do YOUR friends go,
when they know you can't hack?
Do they stay there and help?
Fuck no they run.
Back to their mommies,
while we have our fun.
My juggalo family,
we don't fuck around.
So tell me this now,
are you down with the clowns??
send this to ten people and if you get back five your truly down with the clown
Clown love
THESE 2 SONGS FROM I.C.P. ARE A FEW FAV'S OF MINE!!!
"Insane Clown Posse Behind The Paint"
Remember me bitch, 8th grade
ball park, skinny ass well-fare aid
Ustler and Bruce brothers we was the shit
Dungeons, Dragons, and Bruce Lee flicks
quit school, nobody missed us,
nobody hugged and kissed us, only dissed us
now look at these beautiful model type high class women
takin' my dick in em'
you don't remember my kind in class
the whipped out freak starin' at your ass
never had the courage to even say hi,
only smell your perfume fragrance as you walk by
I'm the scrub that never crossed your mind
now your flashing your titties at me waitin in line
and that's fine, while you're working your charm
look beneath the paint bitch, its the scrubs who won
look at him, the same pair of pants and that shirt again
an outcast, I knew I had to do something
figure out a way to make something out of nothin
open up shop, got what you need
speakers, clothes, CD's or bags of weed
but that shit got me nowhere except jail
me and all my homies to broke to make the bail
so now we're right back at the place we started
chuckles and laugh the second we turn our backs
assed out, but we was like "fuck yall"
we got each other and the drop of the homie call
look at us now bitch, holdin' platinum
all up on my dick, but I'm the same as back then
forget the money and fame because
beneath the paint life's just as it always was
another girl, I don't dare to confide in
playing that role, it hurts inside
here I am thinking she wants me
she only wants that killer on her CD
just when I couldn't feel any worse
bitch asked me if I could paint my face first
the day I finally get to leave this land
behind the paint will be the shell of a used up man
behind the paint will be the shell of a used up man
the shell of a used up man
the shell of a used up man
behind the paint will be the shell of a used up man
the shell of a used up man
the shell of a used up man
nothing left but the shell of a used up man
nothing left but the shell of a used up man
behind the paint will be the shell of a used up man
the shell of a used up man
the shell of a used up man
[repeats until song ends]
"I Found a Body"
[Shaggy talking about needing a friend]
I was walking home through an alleyway
Paid no attention tripped over a leg
It was a dead body hid off to the side
He looked like a crack-head, maybe twenty-five
He looked rather lonely, both his eyes were open
Threw him on my shoulder, took him to the homestead
Sat him on my couch, cooked him pizza rolls
Opened up his mouth, stuffed em down his throat
Then we went to Target, I pushed him in the cart and
People stopped and stared, they thought he was retarded
I put him in some shades and sprayed him down with axe
We rented a movie just chilled and relaxed
I found a body
I sure as hell could use a body
I'm lonely, I could use a homie
Ever since I got out stress has been on me
[Shaggy talking about not wanting to be alone]
We went to Clark Park, it's my favorite place
Had to shoo the birds off, picking at his face
Then we took a bike ride, he rode the handlebars
Stopped and had some ice cream, he started acting hard
First he wasn't talking, then he wouldn't eat
Then it fucking hit me... I found him in the street!
He's fucking dead, I almost forgot
He has a hole in his head from where he must have got shot
I found a body
I sure as hell could use a body
I'm lonely, I could use a homie
Ever since I got out stress has been on me
[Shaggy talking about not wanting to be alone]
I took him to my mom's house, she called him a user
Cuz he had my shoes on, she thinks he's a loser
He don't have a job yet, got nothing on rent
Pretty much everything about him is spent
I got into a fist fight, two thugs jumped me
He stayed in the car, chilling in the front seat
Come to think about it he ain't really my friend
But whatever we got, I don't want it to end
Cuz I found a body
I sure as hell could use a body
I'm lonely, I could use a homie
Ever since I got out stress has been on me
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***NOT ALL GRAPHICS ARE MINE, SOME ARE PROPERTY OF OTHER GREAT ARTISTS AND I JUST BLINGED THEM...***