Yo peepz, letz right our own icp lyrix!
 

We hate eminem, he keeps up da dissin
Every body knoz dat pussiez made 4 kissin
where icp in da motherfucking house
we dont sneek round like a motherfucking mouse
we like to bring da noize its no mean feat
get ur ass moving to this recycled beat

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God, you're dumb.

Halls of Illusions
Ticket please, thanks, walk through the doors,
Into the Halls of Illusion and visit yours,
To see what could've, and should've, and would've been real,
But you had to fuck up the whole deal.
Let's take a walk down the hallway,
It's a long way, it takes all day,
And when we get to the end, you'll find a chair,
With straps and chains, we slap you in there!
Lock you down tight, so you can't move a thread,
And, pull your eyelids up over your head!
Cuz you're about to witness an Illusionary dream,
It's just too bad it ain't what it seems.
You walk in and see two kids on the floor,
They're playin' nintendo, and he's got the high score,
And sittin behind them, chillin' in the chair,
Is your wife, and you look, oh, you ain't there!
It's some other man, and they're hand in hand,
She looks so happy, ya don't understand,
See, this is an illusion, and it never came true
All because of you!
Back to reality and what you're about,
Your wife can't smile, cuz you knocked her teeth out!
And she can't see straight from gettin' hit,
Cuz you're a fat fuckin' drunk piece of shit!
But it's all good, here, come have a beer,
I'll break the top off it, and shove it in your ear
And your death comes wicked, painful, and slow,
At the hands of Milenko!
(chorus:)
Great Milenko, wave your wand!
(Don't look now, your life is gone)
This is all because of you!
(What you got yourself into)
(end chorus)
(chorus)
Look who's next, it's Mr. Clark,
The dirty old man from the trailer park.
Ya got your ticket? thanks, take your coat off,
And later on, why not? I'll rip your throat off.
Let's take a walk down the hallway,
It's a long way, it takes all day,
And when ya get to the end, you'll find a chair,
Ya see all the blood? Yeah, ya boy was just here!
We get all different kind of people comin' through,
Richies, chickens, and bitches just like you!
In the halls, everybody gets a turn,
To sit and witness your illusion before ya burn!
What do we have here? Oh dear
No way! It looks like ya kids' in the O.K.
Ya daughter's chillin' up in college, top grades,
And your son's a fuckin' doctor, phat pay!
They got family, the kids, and it's all good!
They even coach little league in the neighborhood!
Is this true? Have ya really seen the holy ghost?
Naw, bitch! Not even close!
Back to reality, your son's on crack
And your daughter's got nut stains on her back
And they both fuckin' smell like shit,
And live in the gutter,
And sell crack to each other.
When they were kids, you'd beat 'em and leave 'em home!
And even whip 'em with the cord of the telephone!
And that reminds me man, hey you got a call!
Watch your step to hell, its a long fall.
(chorus)
(chorus)
It's time to pack up and move to the next town.
But we forgot Mr. Bigot,
Okay, dig it,
We can't show ya an illusion, cuz we're all packed, but
I'll still cut your neck out! How's that?

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"Quick, Ironyman! It's the Irony Signal in the sky!"

"Drats, so it is! To the Ironymobile!"

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That was funny.

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hmmmm.. you've never actually listened to ICP lyrics have you?

that sucks about as bad as them lyricly but it sounds like a really shitty rapper from like the early eighties not ICP.

If it isn't talking about a dead chick, a fat chick, evil clowns, evil toys, death, STD's, killing rednecks, or just sex in general then it definitely isn't ICP. ICP would be like....

I killed four rednecks and now i go for Eminem
cuz only i can tell that he's another one of them
i pulled out an axe he just ran and tried to hide
i spit clown blood in his face and laughed as he died
he whined and cried i watched him beg for his life
i cut his neck then i went and raped his fucking wife
cuz his whole family ain't shit to a wicked clown
now he in a coffin buried six feet down
but that's what you get lil blonde haired bitch
stay on MTV don't fuck with the wicked shit


ya that's more ICP. nothing special but vulgar, entertaining.

all your threads a fucking stupid. calm down a second and shut up. im not much for being a dick and flaming, but holy shit man, stand back a second and feel some shame. its healthy

*standing ovation*

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THUMBS UP

You people are horrible.

What people? I'm not horrible:(

Agreed ;)

BEST SONG EVAR!!!

Not you. THEM. THEY. THEY'RE COMING TO GET YOU!

ICP sucks my left nut. They are terrible.

OH NO! I need someplace to hide :eek:

I'm acutally glad that I never hear anything by ICP. I didn't even know they existed until Krazee had that bad avatar

Actually them pictures aren't of ICP. someof y'all prolly think they are. IT's Twiztid. Twiztid is a rap group that ICP signed but they aren't really much alike at all, Twiztid isn't much of a gimmick, in fact they don't even wear paint anymore. They're are more lyrical, musical and talented. Where as ICP relies alot on damn good production and a cool gimmick.

Increase the deceased will your spirit rest in peace
Now that your minds been released
and your body rotts in the grave
will you have time to pray hoping that your soul will be saved

How does it feel to be you?
How does it feel to feel the way you do?
it's so decisive, and i don't care if you like or you hate me
i know you motherfuckers probly under-rate me

(Monoxide Child)
First I plan my escape
Nothing on papes and leave the scene without a trace
I'm looking dead in her face
But she don't see me I'm unnoticed
I head straight to her bedroom window for better focus
Hokus pokus
I see the door's unlocked I let myself in
Head for her room with plans of murder and mayhem
There she go there that bitch lay
Living on this earth to my dismay
Time to pay
Palms are sweaty I'm bout to vomit
I grab the knife outta my belt and jab it in her stomach
Again and again and now she's screaming like I care
But I could give a fuck less
Before she dies I grab her by her blood-soaked hair
And tell her shit's gon' be alright on my end
I'm glad it happened this way
Back in my daughter's life again
Ain't it a shame that it came to this
Life goes on except for one less bitch
Ain't it a trip

Chorus (x2)
Murder murder murder murder
You never heard of redrum in reverse
Bodies in the hearse
Now your life's gone cuz we wanted you to die
Time to kiss your ass goodbye
Don't ask why

(Jamie Madrox)
It was Tuesday December 24th '97
Time on the clock 1:11
Thinking 'bout sending somebody to heaven
Or the crossroads
The fate of a soul lies in my hands I suppose
Now I'm wearing dark clothes
Park on the side street
Peeping out the scenery
make sure nobody's seeing me
As I move to the trunk of the stolen car
Up to the back door with the crowbar
So far the plan's foolproof
Call from the phone booth
Got the message machine
Nobody's on the scene
Kick in the back door 1:34
Looking for the family dog Thor
Kick him in the jaw with the work boots
Knock a couple teeth loose
Smack him in the mouth with my empty deuce deuce
Then I smile
Break his neck and watch him piss on kitchen tile
Never liked him since the day he tried to play me foul
And tried to bite me stab a steak knife in his head
So much for that man's best friend
Now I'm all up in the place and
In the bedroom masturbatin
Cumming on the sheets and pillowcases
Fuck that bitch she's just a kunt
And her mother's nothing but a slut
Can't wait to seal her mouth shut
2:30 she returns home from work
Nice blouse tight shirt
Business attire for this hooker for hire
Throw the keys to the table said baby are u home
Didn't expect to see Bones
We're alone
And she's reaching for the telephone to call the police
Strangle with the cord now deceased
In the process of her suffocation
Finger fucked her for demonstration
Let her know I know her many faces
Now she's dead in the closet
Hanging out with all the winter clothes
In the struggle suffered a bloody nose
But I'm straight though
As I move to the bathroom to wash my hands
It's all part of the plan
Don't think you understand see





that's twiztid. actually they used to be in a group called HOK (house of krazees) and they were hesitant to sign to ICP's label. They had an underground fanbase in Detroit already. I wish they didn't sign with 'em honestly, cuz they woulda got a big deal anyways, but being associated with ICP ain't gonna get you props amongst avid music fans and hardcore hip hop heads either. They seriously are good though, and i understand music and all that. Mostastless is one of the best rap albums ever, if not the best and i only know of one sample they use too so they come original unlike all this gangsta wannabe tupac stuff that people are making now. In honesty outside of like Jurassic 5, Hieorglyphics, The Roots, Outkast and a few others, Twiztid is one of the few breaths of fresh air in a dry hip hop community. To put them in the same boat as ICP is kinda foolish, but everyone saw it coming cuz stupid ignorant fucks can't see past some clown paint (which is kinda why they got rid of it just now). it don't matter though cuz i'd be amzed if one person reads all this.

That guy's so gonna get busted on the DNA tests. Are you sure they're intelligent?

I giggled.