Shaggy: First thing, I could never love you, you sound like a witchy bitch yo fuck you!But if I did, I'd probably show you that I care by takin all these other mutha fuckas outta here I'd go through your phone book and whack em all, I'd find contestant number one I'd break his fuckin jaw (what! ) anyone that looked at you would have to pay, I'd be blowin fuckin nuggets off all day I'd grab your titties 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. We go to tha beach and walk though 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!After that, your dad would try to jump again, but only this time I'd put the 40 to his chin after your Mom does the dishes and the silverware, I'd dry fuck her till I nut in my underwear ~~~applause~~~ Host: now lets meet contestant number 2 he's a psychopathic deranged crackhead freak who works for the dark carnival he says women call him stretch nutz sharon, lets hear your question...Sharon: I like a man whos not afraid to show his true emotion a man who expresses himself in his own special way number 2, if you were to fall in love with me, how would you show me that you care?As Diehl reported, when a female contestant asked “Bachelor No.1″ what he would do if they were on a date and he had no money, the silver-tongued juggalo replied: “First, we’d go to the beach, we’d go swimming, then I’d drown you, and fuck the shit out of your corpse.” And of course there’s been the homophobic, misogynistic “spate of letters, profane phone messages, and misspelled Internet ramblings” (per Rubin and Dancey) that the magazine and its writers have received over the years.) Anyone who looked at you, would have to pay I'd be blowing fucking 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 you, the best I can Get you naked, and hit it like a CAVEMAN!!!When 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'd rub your back And grab your underwear and wedge it up your ass crack!!
This weekend brings us the 10th annual Gathering of the Juggalos, a tragic display of American trash culture’s bloated, badly tattooed underbelly, i.e., the festival of relentless depravity celebrating all things Insane Clown Posse.
Remarkably, despite the demise of virtually every rap-rock suspect who emerged from the reeking mook ooze in the late ’90s, ICP are still gleefully spraying Faygo and fleecing the bored, habitually face-paintingsuburban rabble.
In fact, starting today, the 10th Annual Gathering of the Juggalos commences at Cave in Rock, Illinois, and will last for four days of unrepentantly moronic mayhem.
Hurry bitch I'm hungry I smell spaghetti, I pinch her loopy ass and tell her get the food ready your dad would probably start trippin, and get me pissed, I'd have to walk up and bust him in the fuckin lips it's dinnertime!
Were hearin grace from your mother I pull a forty out and pour some for your little brother I'm steady starin at your sister, I'll tell ya this, ya know for only 13 she got some big tits!
Tell me, how would you each get my attention, and what would Your pick up line be? " [Verse 3: Violent J] 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 that I like the way you make your titties shake And if you lost a little weight, you'd look like Ricki Lake!