Evil is Afraid (2007, Insane Clown Posse)
Excerpt: I'm not afraid of your bloody body, I don't care that you headless bloody. Fuck a ghost Devil death everybody, crawling out your grave, they're still muddy!
Excerpt: I'm not afraid of your bloody body, I don't care that you headless bloody. Fuck a ghost Devil death everybody, crawling out your grave, they're still muddy!
Excerpt: (Can I get a encore, do you want more?) Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boys, so for one last time I need y'all to roar. Now, what the hell are you waiting for? After me, there shall be no more, so for one last time, %&^!*, make some noise
Excerpt: I don't need technology, it's not a pal of me. I don't need artillery to feed the thrill in me. I don't need machinery for the mean in me. I'm kind of a hands-on guy!
Excerpt: I heard ya wanna know about me, where I'm at and who I be, and why they call me Jumpsteady. I'm just a ninja from the Carnival grounds, with so much flavor that I blow the taste up outcha mouth!
Excerpt: But tell me, can you heal what Father's done? Or fix this hole in a mother's son? Can you heal the broken worlds within? Can you strip away so we may start again?
Excerpt: Darkness, imprisoning me, all that I see, absolute horror. I cannot live, I cannot die, trapped in myself, body my holding cell
Excerpt: Ya don't like listening to death rap, well I do. There's nothing like beautiful music for you to die to. You can't stop pain, how long will cocaine last, a coltrain's blast, will leave you with no brains fast
Excerpt: Talking to myself all the way to the station, pictures in my head of the final destination. All lined up, all the one's that aren't allowed to stay, tried to save myself but myself keeps slipping away
Excerpt: I abhor the whore who calls herself reality, Reality TV!
Excerpt: Just bumped my head and my face turns purple, running through hurdles, running in circles. Trying to escape from this thing that I fear, everything seems clear like the end is near!
Excerpt: No one but me can save myself, but it's too late. Now I can't think, think why I should even try, yesterday seems as though it never existed. Death greets me warm, now I will just say goodbye.
Excerpt: Carpal Tunnel Syndrome, only three fingers left working, but still enough for me to claim I'm an expert in my profession! And my profession is fictional, I don't get paid, I earn lives in digital!
Excerpt: Generals gathered in their masses, just like witches at black masses. Evil minds that plot destruction, sorcerer of death's construction. In the fields, the bodies burning, as the war machine keeps turning.
Excerpt: No locked doors, no windows barred, no things to make my brain seem scarred. Sleep, my friend, and you will see, that dream is my reality.
Excerpt: Die (DIE!) by my hand, I creep across the land, killing first-born man. Die (DIE!) by my hand, I creep across the land, killing first-born maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan
Excerpt: Everyone is gonna die, fuck I ain't afraid to die. Come on shoot me in the eye, do it see if I survive! Give it to me point blank, bet it- *Gunshot*
Excerpt: My paint don't come off, and if it did, you think I'm scary now, shiiiiiiiit, I look like Frankenstein has been slapped with ugly, yet children hug me, on Halloween