Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Radio Stars , by - Insane Clown Posse. Release date: 31.12.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Radio Stars |
| To attempt to change their so-called artistic endeavours, in a |
| Vain attempt to appeal to the public at large |
| Behold, the metamorphosis: |
| Uh, fuck platinum, platinum just ain’t enough |
| We need more money, more house and cars and stuff |
| I’m sick of Juggalos, I want them other hoes |
| I want them shitty hoes, you get with radio and videos |
| We’ll do whatever it takes to get some air play |
| We’ll make that bounce shit, triple our sales and pay |
| Yeah, come on Shaggy. |
| What? |
| Follow my lead. |
| Let’s go |
| It’s time we change our shit up to get what we need. |
| Come on |
| Uh, radio play! |
| Yo! |
| Yo! |
| Come on and ride me, ride me |
| Pull! |
| Pull! |
| Come on and hide me, hide me |
| Cat black (?) I’m gonna grow (?) one, gold one |
| Club Cat (?) You want them old ones, old ones |
| Black, black, ??? |
| Love me, I’m on the radio, radio |
| Cut, cut, We gonna throw it away, throw it away |
| Give up, Give us the radio play, radio play |
| What? |
| Hey! |
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| The pathetic attempts never cease |
| The moronic musical onslaught contiues to insult |
| The intelligence of the savvy consumer |
| How much more can an audience be asked to endure? |
| Didn’t work, ah fuck, what happened? |
| They always told us that we sucked at rapping |
| Well I don’t know how to play a guitar |
| I’ll play the skin flute to be a radio star |
| I’m sick of keeping it real, and underground |
| I want the ten millions fans sellout radio sound |
| Even though we’ll be played next summer |
| Show me a radio dick, and I’ll show you a hummer |
| Here we go, oh my god |
| Joey fell in love with a college girl |
| She had a backpack and a pony tail |
| She said her name was Lisa but I do not know |
| She drinks disco lemonade and cherry Jell-O |
| I can put my Buddy Holly glasses on |
| I can even sing one of these faggot songs |
| I can play in checkered pants and never smile |
| Whatever’s cool for your radio (?) |
| Tommy fell in love with a college… |
| The boorish, bumbling buffoons are baffled in their journey |
| Through the music business. |
| Each sonnet is more ridiculous |
| Than the last. |
| Their strides towards musical success are |
| Little more than a stumble into complete failure |
| That was bullshit. |
| What the fuck? |
| You think of something! |
| I’m sitting here trying to write hits, you’re doing nothing |
| You wrote the crunk shit, but did it work? |
| No |
| It flopped on its ass. |
| At least I tried though |
| Alright, ain’t no need to be fighting with each other |
| We need to start talking about relationships and lovers. |
| Why? |
| Can you sing? |
| No. Niether can I |
| If we’re gonna be radio stars, we atleast gotta try |
| ? |
| Remix, uh, remix, Clownboy, uh, feel me |
| Touch me, Clownboy, remix, uh |
| Girl, I gotta let you know, on radio |
| I wanna lick you from head to toe |
| Girl, your perfume, it’s smelling so sweet |
| I wanna make love, between the sheets |
| Girl, play my song, when I’m on the phone long |
| I’m a radio man, and I know that I can’t sing, yes I can |
| Give me one more chance, and I’ll make you dance |
| Girl, we make radio songs, for radio fans, we can’t go wrong (4x) |
| Girl, so you fucked my boy, I don’t give a fuck |
| After years of endless attempts, ICP received almost no radio play. |
| Finally, the two dim witted idiots |
| Decided to stay with the wicked shit for life |