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Thursday, November 7, 2019

Music & Lyrics: "Dirtball" by Insane Clown Posse & Twiztid (Psychopathics From Outer Space 2000)



Insane Clown Posse



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"Galacto Inspector, do you read me?"
"Yes, cap'n."
"Status?"
"Completed."
"Your mission was to land on the Dirtball and explore it thoroughly.
You were to monitor the activities of a common life on the Dirtball,
and study people's lifestyles;
Their general habits of living in their strange society."
"Yes."
"Have you done that, Galacto Inspector?"
"Yes I have, cap'n."
"Very well. May we have your report?"

"A strange place this Dirtball is:
A lot of guns, a lot of rich folks spittin' on bums.
A lot of hoodlums:
these are just the bums that are really pissed off."
"Why?"
"Probably 'cause they've been ripped off by the system.
Cops, they ride around in little cars
An' throw folks behind bars, like little jars
They're supposed be there just to serve and protect
But they just punch faces, and choke necks
Then they got the higher-ups they call judges,
and they rule the land;
this I don't understand!
First of all they, like to dress this bitch up in a robe.
On top of all that--"
"What?"
"--he's mad old.
An' he hates anybody who looks different
than he did back when he was a kid,
but that shit was like 400 years ago ...
Cap'n ...
"Yes, Galacto?"
"I just don't know."
Any kid that was going to jail--?"
"Yeah?"
"He'd look me dead in the face and say, 'Swell.'
Then my cloaking device musta went dead."
"Why?"
" 'Cause the old-ass judge looked at me and said:

'This is our world!
This is our world!
This is our world!
So get the fuck out!'

"Very interesting.
Thank you, Galacto Inspector
Now probes Data and Data, do your read me?"
"Yes."
"Here, sir."
"What information were you able to gather
for us on your recent voyage to the Dirtball?

"This is professor Data
My transmission signal is weak and my communication is shattered
We came in contact with several different specimens of life ..."
"Everything has got a price even if it's wrong or right
Upon sight ..."
"People judge and stereotype
Their forms of government and religion are glorified ..."
"Purified as the waters that are now polluted ..."
"Members of the flock recruited for duty, locked up, or instituted ..."
"This is doctor Data,
I phase with the planet to see how they medicate her ...
she's high off the 'caine.
"Dependin' how you slang you can get most anything
From a nickel bag of grain to a lucy worth of 'caine."
"Maintain communications--Data here again:
Their leader is determined by the vote of many men.
Although he's only human and slightly overweight
He controls and manipulates they whole United States."
"I call to the White House.
Secret Service on the phone giving me a hassle.
He said the information I requested was denied.
Before he hung up the phone he took a deep breath, stopped, and replied:

'This is our world!
This is our world!
This is our world!
So get the fuck out!'

"Judging from the information so far collected,
the Dirtball may not be the ideal place to land our craft.
After receiving Fleek's information, we'll make our final judgment.
Fleek--are you there?"
"I'm here, but hold up, captain, 'cause this ain't good.
I'm gettin' chased by some fat rednecks in white hoods.
I think they're tryin' to kill me--"
"Well, what do you mean?"
"It seems they got a problem with the fact that I'm green.
I guess on the Dirtball they all hate each other.
If it ain't your from, it's your skin color.
Let me get my phase-a-tron out, hold up--"
--BUZZ!--
"What was that?"
"I smoked 'em.
But what really fuckin' turns my tentacles is their relationships:
they swell each other's lips.
I see men that ain't shit in their daily life,
so they come home drunk and beat they wife.
She forgives him when he says he didn't mean it;
You ask me, they can both suck my glippy-glip.
I give up, captain, beam me back to Zelaloovy.
Another thing: they love to watch horror movies.
But your not allowed to be scary on a CD.
They tried to ban this one group--ICP.
I went to see 'em in concert--
J grabbed me by the head--
And then he took his microphone and said:

'This is our world!
This is our world!
This is our world!
So get the fuck out!'


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A powerful, angry protest song, one even more relevant
today then when I first heard it.

Songs like this one are critical, even essential to a democratic society.
We need them now more than ever.
We need a revolution.
May our rebellious songwriters step up!