Insane Clown Posse - Radio Stars Lyrics
Occasionally, the overwhelming temptation to reachThe pinnacle of the pop music genre, will reduce evenThe most deplorable examples of the underground music sceneTo attempt to change their so-called artistic endeavours, in aVain attempt to appeal to the public at large.Behold, the metamorphisis:Uh, ***** platinum, platinum just aint enoughWe need more money, more house and cars and stuffIm sick of juggalos, I want them other hoesI want them shitty hoes, you get with radio and videosWell do whatever it takes to get some air playWell make that bounce shit, triple our sales and payYeah, come on shaggy. what? follow my lead. lets go.Its time we change our shit up to get what we need. come on.Uh, radio play!Yo! yo! come on and ride me, ride me,Pull! pull!! come on and hide me, hide me,Cat black(? ) Im gonna grow(? ) one, gold one,Club cat(? ) you want them old ones, old ones,Black, black, ? ? ?Love me, Im on the radio, radio,Cut, cut, we gonna throw it away, throw it away,Give up, give us the radio play, radio play,What? hey! what? what? what? hey! what? what? what? hey!What? hey! what? what? what? hey! what? what? what? hey!? ? ?The pathetic attempts never cease.The moronic musical onslaught contiues to insultThe intelligence of the savvy consumer.How much more can an audience be asked to endure?Didnt work, ah *****, what happened?They always told us that we sucked at rappingWell I dont know how to play a guitarIll play the skin flute to be a radio starIm sick of keeping it real, and undergroundI want the ten millions fans sellout radio soundEven though well be played next summerShow me a radio dick, and Ill show you a hummerHere we go, oh my godJoey fell in love with a college girlShe had a backpack and a pony tailShe said her name was lisa but I do not know,She drinks disco lemonade and cherry jelloI can put my buddy holly glasses onI can even sing one of these faggot songsI can play in checkered pants and never smileWhatevers cool for your radio (? )Tommy fell in love with a college...The borish, bumbling buffoons are baffled in their journeyThrough the music business. each sonnet is more ridiculousThan the last. their strides towards musical success areLittle more than a stumble into complete failure.That was bullshit. what the *****? you think of something!Im sitting here trying to write hits, your doing nothingYou wrote the crump(? ) shit, but did it work? no.It flopped on its ass. at least I tried though.Alright, aint no need to be fighting with each otherWe need to start talking about relationships and lovers. why?Can you sing? no. niether can i.If were gonna be radio stars, we atleast gotta try.? remix, uh, remix, clownboy, uh, feel meTouch me, clownboy, remix, uhGirl, I gotta let you know, on radioI wanna lick you from head to toeGirl, your perfume, its smelling so sweetI wanna make love, between the sheetsGirl, play my song, when Im on the phone longIm a radio man, and I know that I cant sing, yes I canGive me one more chance, and Ill make you danceGirl, we make radio songs, for radio fans, we cant go wrong (4x)Girl, so you *****ed my boy, I dont give a *****After years of endless attempts, icp received almost no radio play. finally, the two dim witted idiotsDecided to stay with the wicked shit for life.
