But a few years ago, my partner, Whitney Strub and I became fascinated enough by the group and the discourse around it that we bought several albums, went to see them when they played Philly, and proposed a book about their album for the 33 1/3 series. My dissertation and forthcoming book examine whiteness, masculinity and race and, in one chapter, analyzes the ICP’s much more successful competition in the white boy Detroit rap game, Eminem.
But our shared interest was in connecting the ICP to a social history of postindustrialization and whiteness. Our book proposal, amazingly, made 33 1/3’s long shortlist, which was whittled down to 94 from 471 entries.
But in that motley crew of dirty clown lovers, Tim found a home, and he clung to it, even when they would tease him about his love of learning. This is ICP front man “Violent J” a.k.a Joseph Bruce fumbling to make an analogy about how much science sucks: “Well,” Violent J says, “science is… (The gathering website reminds me of my AOL profile, circa 1997.) (Photo: e Baumsworld.com) Does that second part say quaaludes? It’s simple, to the point and probably got the job done.
Time There has never been a group of people that brought out my inner sanctimommy as much as these violence-obsessed douche rockets do.
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When I discovered I was pregnant, we decided to move closer to my dad in Ohio so I could take classes at the University of Cincinnati. Sounds like the only person that fucked his mom was his uncle. If you don’t know what Faygo is, first let me congratulate you. Faygo is pretty much the cheapest, shittiest soda you can buy. Juggalos drink this swill like it’s going out of style. You just know he’s thinking “What the fuck did I do in a former life to deserve this shit? Even if it wasn’t toxic, I didn’t want to advertise my low standards by putting clown makeup on my kid so people would know I bred with one. No, my favorite part is the caption: “See, women do let Juggalos sleep with them. These proud Juggalo parents will someday raise their own Juggalo, instilling in it the core values of all Lo’s and Lette’s: You must always notice and recognize miracles and Faygo-brand pop is meant to be sprayed on women’s boobies.” There you have it folks. Drinking anything but Faygo is tantamount to treason.
Here's the full uncensored track (WARNING: EXPLICIT LYRICS).
Every year Juggalos paint their faces, pull on hatchet man t-shirts, and drink way too many bottles of Faygo soda at the Gathering of the Juggalos music festival, which came to a close this weekend.
First thing, I could never love you You sound like richy bitch yo, fuck you But if I did, I'd probably show you that I care By takin' all these other motherfuckers outta here I'd go through your phone book and wack 'em all Then find contestant number 1 and break his fuckin' jaw (What?
) Anyone who looked at you would have to pay I'd be blowin' fuckin nuggets off all day I'd grab your titties and stretch 'em down past your waist Let 'em go and watch 'em both spring up in your face I'd sing love songs to ya the best I can, get ya naked And hit it like a cave man Then we go to the beach and walk through the sand I throw a little in your face and say I'm just playin' As you spit it all out I rub your back and grab Your underwear and wedge it up your ass crack Well, it sounds like contestant number 2 is just overflowing With sensitivity, Sharon, it's a tough choice so far Sharon, let's have your last question and see Which one is gonna win the rights to your neden Okay, if we were at a dance club and you both noticed me At the same time, tell me, how would you each Get my attention and what would your pick up line be Whoever's the smoothest wins Okay, first I'd slide up to the bar and tell you That I can't believe how fucking fat you are I'd tell you that I like the way you make your titties shake And if you lost a little weight you'd look like Rikki Lake Fuck that, you'd be jackin' me quick I'd order you a drink and stir it with my dick And then to get your attention in a crowded place I'd simply walk up and stick my nuts in your face Yeah, freak her with your nuts, yo that'll get her Tell her that she's fat, yeah that'll work even better Look, fuck you, I got a strong rap shit you don't want He's mad whack, I walked into a bar and there he was Standing on a bucket tryin' to fuck it It was a big fucking smelly ass farm llama Damn dawg, how ya gonna dis your mama? Clark; Joseph Utsler Published by UNIVERSAL MUSIC - Z SONGS; TWISTED HARMONY; REAL BEAT MUSIC Song Discussions is protected by U.
Juggalos attend the concerts and events of the band as well as adopt the Juggalo lifestyle.