insane clown posse

insane clown posse
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INSANE CLOWN POSSE
BIOGRAPHY
I.C.P are a cartoonish metal/rap band
the live shows feature open fires,chainsaws and liters of faygo being sprayed on the audience
I.C.P were originally formed in 1989 as a hardcore Detroit rap group called INNER CITY POSSE
After combusting in 1991, the only members left violentj and shaggy2dope altered the name to reflect the fact that they had been visited by the carnival spirit.
the carnival spirit ordered them to carry word of the impending apocalypse by touring the nation and releasing six joker cards.
heres a list of their cds but im sure there are more but these are the ones i have:
CARNIVAL OF CARNAGE (joker card)
BEVERLY KILLS 50187
RINGMASTER (joker card)
TERROR WHEEL
RIDDLEBOX (joker card)
TUNNEL OF LOVE
MUTILATION MIX
FORGOTTEN FRESHNESS VOL1&2
FORGOTTEN FRESHNESS VOL3
BIZZAR
BIZAAR
THE GREAT MILENKO (joker card)
THE AMAZING JECKEL BROTHERS (joker card)
THE WRAITH SHANGRI LA (joker card)
HELLS PIT (joker card)

RIDDLE BOX
Time flows like a dark horde, Consuming all in its path. Man lives his life in the blink of an eye. Just as days become nights, All life fades into into death. In death each person will be judged for his deeds performed while alive. There are the few who walk a life of purpose, And there are those who trod the path of greed. Their souls are host to demons. Time slows for each person's end. Those whose deeds were evil grasp onto life as long as they can because though they dont know what awaits them in the afterlife, they feel for them it is a horror beyond words. Time stops in this world, As the heart becomes still and the soul leaves the body. In the afterlife time is internal, And even in death it is but a new beginning. For you see, When you step into death your soul steps upon the floor of a dark chamber and you look to see it empty, Except for for a strange looking box on an old wooden table. On the front of the box you will see a painted question mark faded with time and a twisted crank handle on it's side, Turning the handle, A sharp harmonic tune will fill the air, For the evil ones this sound will be a deafening noise reverberating off the walls and building into a climatic terror. But the suprise is when the music stops as you keep slowly turning the handle,,,And then the top of the box pops. For a few they will see a vision of god with a wish of golden warming there souls as they step forth into the internal peace. For most they will see a fog seeping from the box, Stripping there sanity, As they witness an image of hell, Spawned and formed from their own evil; a hideous reflection of their demented souls, The floor of the room begins falling away as they plummet into a bottomless pit full of shadowy creatures, Forever to be lost in a sinister void. What will be instore for you is the mystery, But if you look within yourself you will see the answer. For know, You still have time to change the outcome of...The Mighty Riddlebox.

RINGMASTER
~WHOS GUILTY?~
The day has come, the time of reckoning, who will perish in dreaded hell? And whos soul will be content within the pleasures of heaven? Looking past the words spoken with a wicked toungue and looking past the evil deeds done within ones life, But instead looking into the conscious of man.
What is the real evil that seems to plague mankind?
Who are the real demons that walk this earth? Is it those whose minds have become devious because of a lifetime spent inside a caged hell, Or is it those who invented this caged hell years ago and have done nothing to help destroy it yet? Whos guilty, Frankenstein or the doctor who created him? The sword, Or the man who has slain with it? Which is the real evil, The man who kills another for food or the man who does not share his food to avoid the killing? While you sit in judgement of a criminal, you may very well be the one who's guilty. Guilty of greed, deception and hate.
Those who are rejected at the gates of heaven, Shall be dragged off into the pits of hell. Viciously torn from this life by the non-living, The phantoms of the dead. These beasts take the form of the demented carnival, That of a wicked, Dark, Circus, Led by one. One who was created by your own evil ways. One who will judge your very fate. The one known only as........ THE RINGMASTER.

THE TERROR WHEEL
The terror wheel is a popular carnival attraction among the dead.
Dead bodies come from across the world to strap in to this spinning, Whipping wheel of agony. The wheel never stops, it just keeps spinning and spinning until your body limbs tear off one by one, Eventually separating your carcass from your seat. Dead people surely love this ride, but as long as the line for the terror wheel may be, And despite the many stiffs that would love a chance to ride the wheel, We always have a saved seat for you and your loved ones.
Enjoy your life now while you can, For when you die, You belong to us...You belong to the terror wheel

THE GREAT MILENKO
From deep within the Netherlands of shadow walkers comes yet another exhibit of the Dark Carnival. He is the master of the art of using magic without magic. He is the necromaster...the craft of using magic through the dead. Dead meanign both physically and mentally. This spectacle shall be witnessed only by those who are meant to see it. Look deep inside of your soul and ask yourself...Do you hold a ticket to witness the show? The answer lies within yourself. He is the fourth to rise. He feeds upon ones own greed. He is powered by ones own jealousy, lust and temptation. To envision yourself with something that rightfully does not belong to you...that is the illusion cast by him. To act upon this vision and seek it out at the expense of another...that is the magic cast by him. Continuous dreamers of profit at the cost of another are pledged and haunted by his wizardry. Others are content and satisfied with what thay can acheive themselves and have not the urge to tamper with another's well being for quick gain. They see him only as a hoax and see no illusions or magic by he. It is simple...He is you. His illusions are your evil thoughts. Your evil acts are his magic - yesterday, now and forever. You and he are the fourth to rise...You and he are the master of necromesy...You the dead and him the magic. Together, you and he are the Great Milenko.

~Dedicated To The Butterfly~

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	INSANE CLOWN POSSE BIOGRAPHY I.C.P are a cartoonish metal/rap band the live shows feature open fires,chainsaws and liters of faygo being sprayed on the audience I.C.P were originally formed in 1989 as a hardcore Detroit rap group called INNER CITY POSSE After combusting in 1991, the only members left violentj and shaggy2dope altered the name to reflect the fact that they had been visited by the carnival spirit. the carnival spirit ordered them to carry word of the impending apocalypse by touring the nation and releasing six joker cards. heres a list of their cds but im sure there are more but these are the ones i have: CARNIVAL OF CARNAGE (joker card) BEVERLY KILLS 50187 RINGMASTER (joker card) TERROR WHEEL RIDDLEBOX (joker card) TUNNEL OF LOVE MUTILATION MIX FORGOTTEN FRESHNESS VOL1&2 FORGOTTEN FRESHNESS VOL3 BIZZAR BIZAAR THE GREAT MILENKO (joker card) THE AMAZING JECKEL BROTHERS (joker card) THE WRAITH SHANGRI LA (joker card) HELLS PIT (joker card)
	RIDDLE BOX Time flows like a dark horde, Consuming all in its path. Man lives his life in the blink of an eye. Just as days become nights, All life fades into into death. In death each person will be judged for his deeds performed while alive. There are the few who walk a life of purpose, And there are those who trod the path of greed. Their souls are host to demons. Time slows for each person's end. Those whose deeds were evil grasp onto life as long as they can because though they dont know what awaits them in the afterlife, they feel for them it is a horror beyond words. Time stops in this world, As the heart becomes still and the soul leaves the body. In the afterlife time is internal, And even in death it is but a new beginning. For you see, When you step into death your soul steps upon the floor of a dark chamber and you look to see it empty, Except for for a strange looking box on an old wooden table. On the front of the box you will see a painted question mark faded with time and a twisted crank handle on it's side, Turning the handle, A sharp harmonic tune will fill the air, For the evil ones this sound will be a deafening noise reverberating off the walls and building into a climatic terror. But the suprise is when the music stops as you keep slowly turning the handle,,,And then the top of the box pops. For a few they will see a vision of god with a wish of golden warming there souls as they step forth into the internal peace. For most they will see a fog seeping from the box, Stripping there sanity, As they witness an image of hell, Spawned and formed from their own evil; a hideous reflection of their demented souls, The floor of the room begins falling away as they plummet into a bottomless pit full of shadowy creatures, Forever to be lost in a sinister void. What will be instore for you is the mystery, But if you look within yourself you will see the answer. For know, You still have time to change the outcome of...The Mighty Riddlebox.
	RINGMASTER ~WHOS GUILTY?~ The day has come, the time of reckoning, who will perish in dreaded hell? And whos soul will be content within the pleasures of heaven? Looking past the words spoken with a wicked toungue and looking past the evil deeds done within ones life, But instead looking into the conscious of man. What is the real evil that seems to plague mankind? Who are the real demons that walk this earth? Is it those whose minds have become devious because of a lifetime spent inside a caged hell, Or is it those who invented this caged hell years ago and have done nothing to help destroy it yet? Whos guilty, Frankenstein or the doctor who created him? The sword, Or the man who has slain with it? Which is the real evil, The man who kills another for food or the man who does not share his food to avoid the killing? While you sit in judgement of a criminal, you may very well be the one who's guilty. Guilty of greed, deception and hate. Those who are rejected at the gates of heaven, Shall be dragged off into the pits of hell. Viciously torn from this life by the non-living, The phantoms of the dead. These beasts take the form of the demented carnival, That of a wicked, Dark, Circus, Led by one. One who was created by your own evil ways. One who will judge your very fate. The one known only as........ THE RINGMASTER.
	THE TERROR WHEEL The terror wheel is a popular carnival attraction among the dead. Dead bodies come from across the world to strap in to this spinning, Whipping wheel of agony. The wheel never stops, it just keeps spinning and spinning until your body limbs tear off one by one, Eventually separating your carcass from your seat. Dead people surely love this ride, but as long as the line for the terror wheel may be, And despite the many stiffs that would love a chance to ride the wheel, We always have a saved seat for you and your loved ones. Enjoy your life now while you can, For when you die, You belong to us...You belong to the terror wheel
	THE GREAT MILENKO From deep within the Netherlands of shadow walkers comes yet another exhibit of the Dark Carnival. He is the master of the art of using magic without magic. He is the necromaster...the craft of using magic through the dead. Dead meanign both physically and mentally. This spectacle shall be witnessed only by those who are meant to see it. Look deep inside of your soul and ask yourself...Do you hold a ticket to witness the show? The answer lies within yourself. He is the fourth to rise. He feeds upon ones own greed. He is powered by ones own jealousy, lust and temptation. To envision yourself with something that rightfully does not belong to you...that is the illusion cast by him. To act upon this vision and seek it out at the expense of another...that is the magic cast by him. Continuous dreamers of profit at the cost of another are pledged and haunted by his wizardry. Others are content and satisfied with what thay can acheive themselves and have not the urge to tamper with another's well being for quick gain. They see him only as a hoax and see no illusions or magic by he. It is simple...He is you. His illusions are your evil thoughts. Your evil acts are his magic - yesterday, now and forever. You and he are the fourth to rise...You and he are the master of necromesy...You the dead and him the magic. Together, you and he are the Great Milenko.
	~Dedicated To The Butterfly~