WHY WE SHOULD ALL BE THANKFULL!
This is a little sumpin sumpin about why I think that we all need to be thankfull
to the Dons of The Wicked Shit.
Ok, first things first. ICP consists of 2 people as we all know,
Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope. Now when they started music they could have easily reformed their image and lyrics in order
to appeal to the eyes of the "Mainstream", cause believe me, they have the talent to go all the way and beyond in
the underground and the mainstream, but they didn't. Nope they liked the wicked shit and chose not to ignore it.
Did they think that someday they would be Multi-Platinum artists? I don't think they did. But in all the
strife and hardship they stayed true to the few who accepted this new wave of horrorcore music with open arms. Through
the years more and more people have hopped on the Juggalo Train, if you couldn't tell from the sold out shows ICP performs.
The best thing about ICP that we all need to be especially
thankfull for is the formation of a family like none other. A family that you can share anything with, even if you don't
even know it. ICP doesn't have fans, they have family, and thats what they want. I think that that is the freshest
thing of all. They gave us all a place to belong, a place the takes us away from the reality of everyday life, a place
that almost lifts us from this world and takes us to a better place. A place where the faces are always painted, the
hatchets are swinging, the clown luv signs being thrown all around, and the Faygo is always chilled and on tap. And
it is for all these things and more that I think that we all need to give ICP one hell of a big WOOP FUCKING MOTHAFUCKING
Koleosis The Diseased
02-13-03--> WHAT UP JUGGALOS HERES A LIL STORRY FOR
YALL ABOUT HOW I CHASED MY FIRST SOUL CHECK OK WELL FIRST OFF I WAS JUST A LIL KID YO FRESH OUT MY MOM NO MORE THEN 5 WEEKS
OLD WELL ANYWAY TO GET TO THE FUCKIN POINT THE BITCH LEFT ME WITH THIS HOT ASS BABY SITTER BITCH ABOUT 15 WELL AFTER AWILE
THE BITCH STARTED TO CHANGE MY DYPER AND SHIT I HAD A HARD ON ABOUT A FOOT LONG WHEN SHE SAW THAT SHIT BITCH GOT ALL WET AND
WANTED MY SHIT SHE STRIPED IN A RECORD 2.5 SECONDS I HAD THE BITCH BENT OVER THE FUCKING ARM OF THE COUCH IN THE LIVING ROOM
WHEN HER BITCH ASS BOY FRIEND WALKED IN AND FREAKED OUT ON MY LIL JUGGALO ASS THEN HE THREW ME UP AGAINST THE WALL THEN
BOOTED ME ACROSS THE ROOM GOD I LOVE THAT FEELING OF FLYING AND YES BITCH I GOT SUPPER VILLIN POWERS I CAN FLY ONCE I CLEAR
OUT A BONG ABOUT 6' HIGH WELL I GOT UP AGAIN AND AS SOON AS MY ASS GOT BACK TO MY FEET I GOT PUNTED THIS TIME IN THE KITCHEN
WELL I HIT THE WALL AND LANDED ON THE COUNTER RIGHT NEXT TO A BIG ASS MEAT CLEAVER WELL MOTHAFACKOS I THINK YALL KNOW WHAT
HAPPEND AFTER THAT BUT FOR THOSE STUPID ASSES THAT DONT GET THE FUCKING POINT WELL I PLAYED DEAD HE CAME OVER TO CHECK ON
ME AND I MADE HIS NUGGET ROLE THEN THE BITCH SCREAMED I GUES SHE COULDNT HANDLE MY WICKEDNESS YOU KNOW WHAT COME TO THINK
OF IT THATS 2 STORYS THE STORY OF MY FIRST NEADDIN AND MY FIRST SOUL CHECK WELL IM OFF THIS BITCH ILL HOOK YOU UP WITH SOME
MORE WICKED TAILS OF MY FUCKED UP LIFE LATER MMFFSCL UP IN THIS BITCH
P.S. KEEP IT IN YOUR CLICK FUCK THE OUTSIDE
Let me tell you a little story of how I became known as
KOLEOSIS THE DISEASED instead of just KOLEOSIS. See I was just kickin back with some of my homies in someone's backyard,
I didn't even know who's, but someone came walking by and told us we need to go indoors because this little disgruntled midget
named Rambo escaped from Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory and they didn't know what he was capable of. I wasn't affected
by this news at all, I was like "if I see him I'm gonna do some major midget stomping!" then I was like
peace and walked off cuz I needed to go get my neddin for the evenin. But on the way there I saw something about a 1/4
mile ahead of me, it looked like one of the neighborhood kids, so I didn't think anything of it. When I got about 20
yards from it I saw that it was Midget Rambo, but I was like cool, lets see if he tries something. I got about 5 feet
from him and saw that this little 2 foot gonad looking mothafacko was staring me down, I kept walking and I was like "what
bitch? You want me to get down on my knees so you can stare me down eye to eye?" when all of a sudden he pulled some matrix
$h!t and bit me in my ankle. I immediately field goal kicked his little, no bigger than ruler ass to oblivion. And
would you believe it, no sooner than when I walked away the bite was already festering up and was oozing out this little green
$h!t, so I took myself to the Vet to see what was wrong. They told me that some midgets are known for carrying uncurable diseases
and I had been infected with something called yourgonnadiesoonbutyoumightcomebackifyourajuggalo-idis, and that I only had
a week to live. I stood up and slapped the biotch and said "THE WICKED CLOWNZ WILL NEVA DIE!" and walked out of there
thinking they didn't know what they're talking about, I ain't gonna die, then I died. But I was cool with it thought, cuz
I came back and had one kick-ass funeral. And ever since that day I have been looking for that little midget mothafacko,
but until I do, I just keep on accumulating more midgets into my army for I am the MIDGET KING!
~KOLEOSIS THE DISEASED~
Let me tell u about my sweatystretchnutzzz,MUTHAFACKOOO
it all started in a little town called, Stretchnutzelvania.
This town was a dark and musky town, it had alot
of dead people walking around with stretchnutzz. I lived in a little assylum in the eastside of town.
The people in this town were very friendly, and
would let any1 who wanted to see their stretchnutz, let them with no regrets. Well one day when I was walking to the westside
of town with my homie Spek, we came upon a large, odd, shaped looking statue. Spek, then said,"What the hell is dat".
I replied,"hell if I know". We then seen a mysterious creature lurking towards us, we took out our axe's, and begin to chop
the crap out of this creature, WickedClown style.. After that we returned to the Eastside of Stretchnutzelvania. Spek
said" alright ninja, i'll see later,whoop ,whoop". I then replied back,"Alright muthafacko, i'll see ya i got 2 go and wash
off my sweatystretchnutzzz"...
Yours truly, Load dis clip
Story sent in by Little Jazzy,
I don't giva fuck !
well one day i was walking back from
the rose ( the cheapest place to get faygo ), bout four miles way from my hood ) my moto is cars wait for me i don't wait
for them. well another motha fucka had the same idea vis-versa. got hit by that motha fucker. he steps out of his car like
you stupid punk you better not of put a dint in my new car. walked up to him spit in his motha fuckin face and said bull-shit
that's a ninety-six. all up tight and crap he threatens to call my mommie. i laugh and walk a way. got home opened my faygo
and looked at my ribs. you could see where they where broke. i was to messed up to even feel it ( true story swear on the
wickedest clown there is dead or alive....no miget stuff though sorry...not )