Lyrics:

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