Alone With Violent J
Part 4 The Final Chapter
"THE HOUND DOGS & OH ANDRA"
OK, Now I'm going to ask you a shit load of stupid questions. Some of these have nothing to do with anything. These questions will be about everything. Most of these come from internet fans who were just curious to know... Ready?
Yeah... bring it
"Clown Hog" from Dallas wants to know "How do you feel about your fans"?
Yeah. That is a stupid question. Everybody that knows about ICP also knows that we have no fans. The Backstreet Boys, now they got some fans. They got millions of little bitches screaming for them and all that. Chillin' outside their hotel. Fainting and shit. Them are what you'd call fans. But we ain't got none of that shit. You wanna know why? Cause we only got Juggalos. Juggalos are down with THIS... not US. It's not me and Shaggy that are fresh... It's what were about that's fresh. It's not actually ICP that is cool, it's what we stand for and what we believe that's cool. So there for, the only reason Juggalos even play us, is cause they can relate to us. They come from the same place of thought. They have the same point of views. When a Juggalo is playing ICP... He or she is playing THERE OWN shit. It's like THEM rapping or something.
Alone With Violent J • Part 3
"THE DARK CARNIVAL DEFINED"
What about this crazy Dark Carnival shit?
Hey fuck you ninja. If you think it's crazy then don’t ask me about it. It you wanna know what The Dark Carnival is, rephrase the fuckin' question. That's all mother fuckers do all day is ask me "hey tell us about the Dark Carnival" then as you sit there and tell them, they got some half ass smile on there face like they’re entertained by how crazy you are. What do you think I'm a freak show and nows the part that you get to see how crazy I am? Fuck you!
OK, Please explain to the readers. The Dark Carnival.
(Drinking the last of his water and then pitching it across the room and into a garbage can, he explains with excitement) Look, some people are just chilling, living they're life and then all the sudden BANG! They flip out and go into an insane asylum out of nowhere, right? Other people are chilling and all the sudden BOOM! They catch the Holy Ghost and become a religious fanatic. Other people all the sudden change and do other things right? Well for me and Shaggy, we were just chilling when all the sudden our souls jumped into the Dark Carnival. I've never had a purpose in my life until then. It didn’t matter it I was here or not. I was nothing more than a grain of sand on a big ass beach. I was just another hair on a fat gorilla's ass. Ever since the Carnival, now feel like I have a purpose. I have a reason to be here, fuck that I don't feel like that, I know that shit.
The Dark Carnival's messages are in our lyrics. It's almost like all our lyrics are in code to the whole world. Nobody really hears what we're saying except for the Juggalos. They hear us. They know exactly what we're saying. Only a special open minded, street mutha fuckin' Juggalo can hear The Dark Carnival speaking to him threw our music. The Critics, the magazines, MTV and other bands.. Yeah they still hate us, but that's just because they don't understand us. They can’t hear what we're really saying. So to them we just suck. They're not listening for it so they'll never hear it. That's Fine. Fuck them. I Could give two fucks and a bitch slap what they think about Insane Clown Posse.
Alone With Violent J - Part 2
"Hello world! We're The Insane Clown Posse"
Was it tough getting started as Insane Clown Posse?
Fuck off!!! You just expect me to be able to explain how hard it was during those days? Mere words could never explain that shit. That's like asking a ninja to tell you what it was like to be tortured. No matter how good he explains it, you'll never really no what it was like unless you were actually him feeling that pain! All that I can say is the whole fuckin' music world can fuck off. Everybody from other bands, to critics, to record labels, are all the same. They all only care for themselves, and if you ain’t on there team they wish you death. It's just like most of the rest of the world, pure evil! For years and years all that I heard from every last mother fucker I met in the music business was this "Ya know, you guys should try it without that face paint and hard lyrics, then you might get somewhere!" I Heard that shit for years and years and years. Now 8 years later we're fuckin' platinum and what do we hear out of everybody's mouth? 'The only reason you guys got anywhere is because of the face paint and hard lyrics, without that you wouldn’t get nowhere!" What the fuck? Why is it that everybody always tries to bring you down? They just hate to see somebody doing something fresh unless it's them doing it. Player hatred to the fullest degree. I Guess it's like Ice Cube said in one of his songs "For anything they do, fuck him and his crew, unless you are gettin' paid too"
So how hard was it?
Harder than a ninjas dick with Janet Jackson buffing it! I swore I'd never go on and on to anyone about how hard it was to get where we're at today, because I could never actually cover it by just trying to explain it, but fuck you, you asked! I could have 10 platinum albums on the wall and that still wont amount to all the dues we paid in this business. We paid enough dues for 100 bands. Fuck that, We paid enough dues for 1000 ICP's!!! Alex is the shit (referring to his manager Alex Abbiss) for sticking with us threw the most fucked up times. That mother fucker deserves 50 times more than he'll probably ever get out of this business. Shit man, we fuckin' pushed and pushed and pushed ICP on Detroit. Right from the very start, we knew that no label was going to just sign us, we had to prove that we could sell records ourselves first. I Would honestly say, that over the 6 or 7 years it took us to get a real record deal, I must of handed out 500,000 thousand ICP flyers to people at malls, on car windows or whatever myself. No lie! No exaggeration! That's just me! Alex and Shaggy are a whole other story… They had to cut down rain forest to supply our paper demand. We had Kinko's locked down in Detroit. We knew every fuckin' Kinkos location there was in Michigan. We stole hundreds of copy keys, and got live every fuckin' night! One guy would tie up the dorky ninja that worked there with a dumb computer question or something and the rest of us would carry the boxes of paper out to the car. I Would say again, no lie, I've probably spent 5,000 hours of my life at Kinko's Copies. Ninjas thought we worked there. We was making flyers, typing shit, making packages, doing the fan club shit, what ever the fuck it took. I Could be wrong, but that sounds about right to me, 5000 Hours. Oh, and promoting at record stores! We put ICP flyers in every last record store in Michigan and half of Ohio each and every fuckin' week! EVERY WEEK NON STOP!! Shaggy could show you every record store in all of greater Toledo cause that was his area. Every week 150 stores! Think I'm lying? Who gives a fuck what you think?
GROWING UP AS VIOLENT J • PART 1
First and Foremost... Be very specific about when, where and why please.. What is your real life story?
I Was born back when I was a baby. I lived in Berkley, Michigan somewhere with my mom and my real dad. My real dad was a punk bitch and he left us hangin' when I was like 2. Then my mom moved into a different house on the other side of Berkley. My mom re-married to this other dick head, bitch a few years later. He was a big time dick though. He really fucked my mom and my family up bad. Really, really bad. I guess I was too young to remember most of that shit, but from what I do remember he had to be the devil himself. I could disappear from this whole rap game at any second and be serving a life sentence, cause me and my brother Rob (Jump Steady) will kill him if we ever happen to bump into him some day. My mom divorced his old bitch ass and we moved to a cheaper flat a few miles away still in Berkley. I lived there till I was like 10 or something. That house was haunted, but we was down with all the ghosts. They used to fuck with the dickheads that lived under us, but we was the ghost's homies. They knew my mom was going through some shit at the time and she didn’t need some fuckin' ghost to stress over too. But back to my second dad, If there’s a hell, that mother fucker has a first class reserved spot in the anus of hell, dog.
You were down with the ghost? What the hell are you talking about?
The house we lived in was haunted. Me and my brother would watch shit slide across the floor by it's self. At first it scared the shit out of us. One time I opened our bedroom door and there was a mop standing straight up in front of me. It was just chilling there. It was standing straight up. I pissed my underoos looking at that shit. I screamed for my mom. Everybody watched it. Then it just fell over when my mom reached for it. Anyhow, some time after that, me and Rob sat down on the living room floor when it was dark and no one else was home and we said to the ghost "Come on ninjas, don’t scare us. We just live here with our mom. It ain’t our fault we're here" Then we told them all the shit my mom was going through and we said "Look, we'll do what ever you want so that we don’t disrespect your house. But just be down with us instead of against us". And then it was on. from that day on they were our homies. They would scare our friends that we would have spend the night but not us. One time, one of my sister's friends was spending the night and she was taking a leak or whatever in the bathroom. The ghost cut the lights off and broke this little glass duck thing against a wall. She was shook as hell. My guess was she was doing something she wasn’t supposed to be doing in there. Maybe stealing some shit from us or something, and the ghost got pissed. They were the shit, they would cut the lights on for us when we came home and off when we left. I loved them.
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