Insane Clown Posse

Yesterday I met a very interesting young man.

Zack was 15, the friend of a friend. He found himself sitting at my dining room table describing the Insane Clown Posse concert he had just attended at Van Andel Arena in Grand Rapids, Michigan. He was attempting to elaborate on the strippers.

"I liked the strippers, but they were the same ones (girls) that they used last time." said Zack, disappointedly. " As he said this, his buddy David (my friend) reached across the table to hand him a blunt wrapper that was handed out at the concert. Zack wondered aloud, "You don't want the kids to see this, do you?"

When I was a teenager (in the early 90's), I too listened to Insane Clown Posse. Their music was the soundtrack for my years of drug-use, unprotected sex, and disobedience to my parents. These years led me into numerous health problems, and several misdemeanors and one felony on my permanent record. Insane Clown Posse's hate-inspired lyrics gave me the fuel I needed to justify my own anger. They're now influencing an entirely new generation of teenagers. This is not easy for me, but here are the lyrics to what was once one of my favorite ICP songs.

Well i'm headed down the southern trail, i'm goin' chicken huntin'.Choppin' red neck chicken necks i ain't sayin' nothin'To the hillbilly, stick my barrel in his eye, boom-shaka, boom-shaka,Hair chunks in the sky.Why? i, never liked chicken pot pie or the chopped chicken on rye.Tell mr. billy bob i'm a cut his neck upSlice, poke, chop-chop, stab, cut."what can you do with a drunken hillbilly?"Cut his f###in' eyes out, and feed 'em to his aunt nilly.Willie, willie chicken neck. chicken huntin' gotta love it.Hit him with the 12 gauge >f###en, chicken nugget<.Layed out all over the grass. bet his little hound dog'll eat 'em upFast.(pre-chorus):Last as long as you can, my man,Cuz when that chicken head hits the fan you got:Blood, guts, fingers and toes. (w/ echoes)Blood, guts, fingers and toes. (w/ echoes)Blood, guts, fingers and toes. (w/ echoes)Sittin' front row at the chicken show, so...(end prechorus)(chorus):"who's goin' chicken huntin?""we's goin' chicken huntin'.""who's goin' chicken huntin?""we's goin' chicken huntin'.""who's goin' chicken huntin?""we's goin' chicken huntin'.""cut a mo#####in' chicken now, ""right!"(chorus)Lemme get a chicken sandwich, with manwich, ah,Feel the red on a chicken neck.Choppin up hella yeah, billy bob billyCuz i chop m######in' red necks silly.Peeped in your yard tell me what did i see?I seen a chicken boy, f####n' this sheep. i said,"mister, mister, what the f### you tryin' to do?"Badau-bad-a-badau-badau-bauBarrels in your mouth, bullets to your head,The back of your neck's all over the shed.Boom-shaka-boom, chop, chop, bang,I'm 2 dope, and it ain't no thingTo cut a chicken, triggers clickin'Blow off his head but his feet still kickin'(pre-chorus)(chorus)Went to kentucky, i got lucky,Met this hogcallin' b### named blocky.Ridin' on a chicken, milkin' a sow.Hittin' switches in a drop-top, low-ride tractor. wow.Red neck fella, moon-shine sella,Hangin' by his neck bone. chicken bone's locked in the cella',Yella' bellied chicken plucka'. you red neck f####!(chorus)Rich b####!Yeah! yeah! yeah!Ha ha ha ha ha!Uh!

I believe that only the prayers of the saints can stop this sick and twisted evil from continuing across our nation. This music group is currently touring the United States, bringing a new brand of evil to cities near you. Don't be afraid, don't be mad, just count on the power of the God who brought me out of that lifestyle to do the same for all those who are under their deception. Please pray that God would put an end to this group as only he can. Pray for the salvation through Jesus Christ of Violent J (Joseph Bruce) and Shaggy (Joseph Ustler). Only love (in Jesus name) can defeat this wickedness.

BTJ