Re: Any Juggalos?
The Term Juggalo Translated means.
Wigger.
Derived from the big bad N bomb.
Your music sucks, it started to give me a headache the first 15 seconds of the song.
You act like your a emotional, transvestite.
The term Juggalo, when I hear it, is basicly, emotionally unbalanced, you obiviously have mood swings, your manic depressive.
Happy
Sad
Happy
Pissed off
I'ma kill my self! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!
LOL it brings back memories of when I wen't trick-o-treating.
My old friend Eric, used to be into ICP, I was into the Wu-Tang Clan back in the old days when I was oh say Nine years old. Been with Rock after that and now Celtic Music, and classic 60's-80's Rock'n Roll, before all this bullshit with GreenDay, and other bands.. Only good band that came out of the 90s was Creed, and yes I liked the music, Korn was alright, got tired of Johnathan Davis screaming in my ear at school, Then started going backwords from there.
Still a BIG fan of Metallica. JUSTICE FOR ALL!
Your music sounds like some old hip-hop old school shit..
Break it down! It's Hammer time! Dun dun dun dun dun! DUN DUN DUN!
You are starting to bore me Shifty.
I do not hate you as a person, I hate who you are, you're ICP Religion is making your IQ drop through the floor.
I've never met a Juggalo, I liked.
All stupid, or tryng to do stupid shit.
That is why I hate ICP, Dark lotus, TECH 9 with all respects, worst shit i've ever heard, and i'm not entirely sure thats your Juggawitless bull shit.
But whatever my cousin throws into the stereo, It makes me want to commit suicide.
Maybe at least I wouldn't have to sit here reading this crap out of mere curiousity.
*Beginnings of a Rant part 2 aka, here we go!*
ICP=Negative
If you want to listen to shit about people dying, I couldn't describe to you what I could say because i'd get banned. But here is a taste.
The knife slides out of his pocket, the stainless steel glinting in the low lamp light.
"Oh please! I do not want to die!"
Murderer or no! This bitch had to die, simple and tasteful as her blood was, it did not give justice to the craving he had now, constant pumping of his heart, driving blood to the limits of his body in a rush of excitement. Oh yes... she would scream beautifully, like hundreds of tiny shards of glass, and having a person thrown over them. She would know fear before the end.
The woman screamed as the knife cut slowly and teasingly at her cheek, grazing abit of skin, and leaving a tiny incision. She tried desperately to escape, yet there was no way out, no where to turn, no one to yell for, it was just her and this murdering son of a bitch.
"P-p-please! I beg you!" She screamed, not wanting to have her life ended.
"Refusal is out of the question, my dearest bitch, you are mine now.. your body.. your soul.. and your life... I will smother you into oblivion, just after I do this!" With his left hand he grasps her chin forcing her mouth wide, and he violently tugs the jaw down, dislocating from their joints, and oh how did she scream! The pain she must have been experiencing was so delightful! He then procceds to insert the knife, grabbing her tongue and pushing it to one side of her mouth, he begins to cut, not harshly at first, but a slight sawing motion, on the vein on the underside. Blood squirting into her mouth and down her throat. She would taste the coppery taste of her own blood welling in the back of her throat, itching.... choking. She was in to much pain to feel the vein being cut, but as he continued to saw through that membraine of tissue under her tongue, she began to squirm. Her hand jarred his right forearm, causing him to jerk his hand to the side, causing the knife to slip and cut a large portion of that underside of her tongue away, and the scream intensified, to a chorus of whimpering and screaming, tired of this game, he slapped her hard enough to knock her unconcious and then finished her, with a direct thrust into the neck, through her vocal cords and bearly missing the vertabrae of her spine. Then dumped her onto the floor, blood covering him and then took the knife to his own throat, and slashed himself into oblivion.
I am a writer of sorts, I could have used a better vocabulary, however due to the limitations of the rules I cannot utilize it.
My rant is over.