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Eugh.. ICP makes me want to kill things. Especially them. I can't stand that shit.

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Dude...I'm glad I'm not the only one...ICP blows...seriously...I'm surprised they haven't given up already.

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Dude...I'm glad I'm not the only one...ICP blows...seriously...I'm surprised they haven't given up already.

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Why the fuck would somebody give up after going triple platinum with no radio play?

Hell if the got play like Fem-n-em them they would be the biggest stars the hip hop community has ever known!!

Hate much?

Their always watching me they see me spending money

I see the evil in your eyes their saying die

They really don't want me to fly

Now I know why

YOU GOT A DEMON FACE!!!

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Why the fuck would somebody give up after going triple platinum with no radio play?

Hell if the got play like Fem-n-em them they would be the biggest stars the hip hop community has ever known!!

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Considering that most of the money that any musical artist makes is from touring, like I said, I'm surprised they haven't given up. They certainly do not have the kind of exposure that Em has. And really I'm surprised that they haven't given up because, frankly, they suck. I'm glad you appreciate their "music", but personally it makes my stomach turn.

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Considering that most of the money that any musical artist makes is from touring, like I said, I'm surprised they haven't given up. They certainly do not have the kind of exposure that Em has. And really I'm surprised that they haven't given up because, frankly, they suck. I'm glad you appreciate their "music", but personally it makes my stomach turn.

Maybe they enjoy it and there fans do also.

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While it seems I may have offended a few with my comments...I certainly mean no disrespect to either of you Vater or phee...just stating my opinions.

The bad thing about those guys...to me...is that there is a lot of great hip hop in Detroit...and not necessarily Em, Obie Trice, or Royce da 5'9". Groups like Dubphonics for example...get very little attention here in Detroit, yet there huge on the West Coast. Paradime too is another local hip hop artist that doesn't get the attention he deserves. I'm sure there are countless others that are in the same position. Its too bad, but I think we're a little saturated with hip hop groups here in our city.

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I don't want the television to make up my mind

And I don't want you to tell me what to do

And I don't want kids getting pregnant at fifteen

And I don't want you to keep stealin my sh*t

And I don't need sugar or salt or water or bone

And I don't survive of money you loan

And I don't want people to cry because they're lonely

And I don't wanna die too soon from the bottle

And I don't want you to keep changin' the channel

And I don't wanna grab the mic unless the crowd hype

I don't want drugs to take over your life

And I don't doubt that tonight is the night

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

I don't want my radio without fresh batteries

and all the other radios are tryin'a battle me

But I throw on my pumas, and then I'm fine

No radio gets louder than mine!

I don't wanna become a fashion victim

What I don't want is for TV to inflict'em

And what I don't want, people to worship the almighty dollar

I don't want to see broke MC's and [cold collars]

I don't want you to tell me what to do

And I don't want them to call it technicolor

when it's only shades of red that's fillin up your head

And I don't want you to ... till I'm dead

And I don't want them to judge me like a book

And I don't want life not to take a second look

I don't want a choregrapher to teach me how to dance

I don't wanna make another record without an advance

I don't want a formula, the same pattern

And I don't want to mimic or be a walking gimmick

And I don't want you people just to stand there

But what I do want you to do is yell like you don't care!

[Chorus]

I don't wanna be anyone but me

And I don't want to be addicted to love and tragedy

I don't wanna face it, or retrace it

I don't wanna Laugh Out Loud and have to replace it

I don't want questions enough everyday

And I don't know how long I could live this way

I don't wanna be lazy, broken, and unmotivated

And I don't wanna be like Mick Jagger, and just imitated!

I don't wanna be forgotten, when I'm rotten

I don't wanna live this lifestyle, California wild child

I don't wanna be - living in agony

Orchestrated b-boy screams!!!

It's like that

Check it out

AWOL ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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(Wait a minute, man. Hey, check this out, tell it. It was this blind man, right?

Man, check this out- it was this blind man, right?

He was feelin' his way down the street with this stick, right?

Hey. He walked past this fish market, you know what I'm sayin'?

He stopped, he took a deep breath, he said,

Woooooo, good morning, ladies.

Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need.

We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed.

And as the marijuana burns we can take our turns, singing them dirty rap songs

Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong, sell tapes from here to Hong Kong.

So roll, roll, roll my joint. Pick out the seeds and stems.

Feelin' high as hell flyin' through Palmdale, skatin' on Dayton rims.

So roll, roll the '83 Cadillac Coup de Ville.

If my tapes and my cds just don't sell, I bet my caddy will.

Well it was just sundown in a small white town. They call it Eastside Palmdale.

When the Afroman walked through the white land, houses went up for sale.

Well, I was standin' on the corner sellin' rap cds when I met a little girl named Jan.

I let her ride in my Caddy cause I didn't know her daddy was the leader of the Klu Klux Klan.

We fucked on the bed, fucked on the flo', fucked so long, I grew a fuckin' afro.

Then I fucked to the left, fucked to the right. She sucked my dick 'til the shit turned white.

I thought to myself, Sheba, Sheba! Got my ass lookin' like a ZEBRA!

I pulled on my clothes and I was on my way, until her daddy pulled up in a Chevrolet.

I ran. I jumped out the back window, but her daddy, he was waitin' with a 2 x 4.

Oh, he beat me to the left, he beat me to the right. The mutha-fucker whooped my ass all night.

But I ain't mad at her prejudiced dad, that's the best damn pussy I ever had.

I got a bag of weed and a bottle of wine. I'm a fuck that bitch just one more time.

Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need.

We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed.

And as the marijuana burns we can take our turns, singing them dirty rap songs

Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong, sell tapes from here to Hong Kong.

So roll, roll, roll my joint. Pick out the seeds and stems.

Feelin' high as hell flyin' through Palmdale, skatin' on Dayton rims.

So roll, roll the '83 Cadillac Coup de Ville.

If my tapes and my cds just don't sell, I bet my caddy will.

I met this lady in Hollywood. She had green hair, but damn she looked good.

I took her to my house, cause she was fine, but she whipped out a dick that was bigger than mine.

I met this lady from Japan, never made love with an African.

I fucked her once, I fucked her twice. I ate that pussy like shrimp fried rice.

Don't be amazed at the stories I tell ya. I met a woman in the heart of Australia.

Had a big butt and big titties, too, so I hopped in her ass like a kangaroo.

See, I met this woman from Hawaii. Stuck it in her ass, and she said, Aiiiiieeee!

Lips was breakfast, pussy was lunch, then her titties busted open with Hawaiian Punch.

Met Colonel Sander's wife in the state of Kentucky. She said, I'll fry some chicken if you just fuck me.

I came in her mouth. It was a crisis. I gave her my secret blend of herbs and spices.

Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need.

We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed.

And as the marijuana burns we can take our turns, singing them dirty rap songs

Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong, sell tapes from here to Hong Kong.

Hey, wait a minute man, check this out.

I met Dolly Parton in Tennessee. Her titties were filled with Hennesy.

That country music nearly drove me crazy, but I rode that ass and said, Yes, Miss Daisy!

Met this lady in Oklahoma; put that pussy in a coma.

Met this lady in Michigan; I can't wait 'til I fuck that bitch again.

Met a real black girl in South Carolina; fucked her 'til she turned into a white albino.

Fucked this hooker in Iowa. I fucked her on credit, so I owe her.

Fucked this girl, down in Georgia; came in her mouth. Man, I thought I told ya.

Met this beautiful sexy ho; she just ran cross the border of Mexico.

Fine young thing, said her name's Maria. I wrapped her up just like a Hot Tortilla.

I wanna get married, but I can't afford it. I know I'ma cry when she gets deported.

Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need.

We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed.

And as the marijuana burns we can take our turns, singing them dirty rap songs

Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong, sell tapes from here to Hong Kong.

Have you ever went over to a girl's house to fuck, but the pussy just ain't no good? (SAY WHAT?)

And then you're getting' upset cause you can't get her wet, plus you in the wrong neighborhood?

So you try to play it off and eat the pussy, but it takes her so long to come (SAY WHAT?)

Then a dude walks in. That's her big boyfriend, and he asks you where you from? (Where you from, man?)

So you wipe your mouth, and you try to explain (I don't bang.), you start talkin' real fast.

But he's already mad, cause you fuckin' his wife, so he starts beatin' on your ass.

Now your clothes all muddy, your nose all bloody, your dick was hard but now it's soft. (WHUT?)

You thought you had a girl to rock your world, now you still gotta go jack off.

Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need.

We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed

Afroman is the greatest rapper of all time

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