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    Insane Clown Posse / Lyrics

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    "Radio Stars" Lyrics

    Insane Clown Posse

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    Occassionally, the overwhelming temptation
    To reach the pinnicle of the pop music genre
    Will reduce the most deplorable examples of the underground music scene
    To change their so called artistic endeavours
    In a vain attempt to appeal to the public at large
    Behold the metamorphisis

    (Violent J)
    Fuck platinum, platinum just ain't enough
    We need more money, more houses and cars and stuff
    I'm sick of juggalos, I want them other hoes
    I want them shitty hoes, you get with radio and video
    We'll do whatever it takes to get some airplay
    We'll make that bounce shit, triple our sales and pay
    Come on Shaggy follow my lead
    It's time to change our shit up to get what we need

    (Bounce Style)

    The pathetic attempts never cease the moronic music onslaught
    Continues to insult the intelligence of the savvy consumer
    How much more can an audience be asked to endure?

    Didn't work, ah fuck, what happened?
    They always told us we sucked at rappin'
    Well I don't know how to play a guitar
    I'll play the skin flute be a radio star
    I'm sick of keepin it real, and underground
    I want the ten-million fan sellout radio flavor style
    even though we'll be played next summer
    show me a radio dick and ill show you a hummer

    Joey fell in love with a college girl
    She had a back pack and a pony tail
    She said her name was Lisa but I do not know
    She drank cisco lemmonade and cherry Jell-o
    I can put my Buddy Holly glasses on
    I can even sing one of these faggot songs
    I can wear checkered pants and never smile
    Whatever's cool for your radio dial
    Joey fell in love with a college ......

    The borish bumbling baffoons have been baffled in their journey
    To the music business
    Each sonnett is more ridiculus than the last
    Their strides toward musical success are little more than a
    Stummble into complete failure

    That was bullshit, what the fuck
    You think of something
    I'm sittin here trying to write hits
    Your doing nothing
    You wrote the crunk shit but that didn't work
    It flopped on its ass, at least I tried though
    Alright, ain't no need to be fighting with each other
    We need to start talkin about relationships and lovers
    Can you sing? No, neither can I
    If we're gonna be radio stars we at least gotta try

    Girl, I'm gonna let you know on the radio
    I want to lick you from head to toe
    Girl, your perfume, it's smellin so sweet
    I wanna make love between the sheets
    Girl, play my song,...
    I'm a radio man, and i know
    I can't sing, yes I can
    Give me one more chance
    and I'll make you dance

    (Chorus 5x)
    Girl, we'll make radio songs
    for radio fans we can't go wrong

    Girl, so you fucked my boy, I don't give a fuck

    After years of endless attempts, ICP received almost no radio play
    Finally, the two dimwitted idiots decided to stay with the wicked shit for life.
    This song was submitted on February 17th, 2005 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark, William Dail.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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