The Truth Insane Clown Posse

[Verse 1: Violent J]
Call me an outcasted member of society
Or whatever, but fuck MTV. It's how I feel
Fuck they panels and they whole comittee
I’m bringin' gats and ammo to Manhattan city
And fuck you ready-made radio DJs
Who have no control anyways
You's a puppet. Fuck it. You’s a fuck puppet, a fuppet
So spin that playlist, eat a dick, and suck it
You know what? Fuck a Chino XL
Even with this return diss, your shit won't sell
It ain't what you say; it's the fact you wack
Keep dreamin' to be where we at with these plaques
What happens? These faggots with no real accomplishments
Forget that we meant with these chips
They on the front lawn, but we underground kings
So fuck what your American Idol sings

[Chorus]
Truth is, we the most hated (And it keep us alive)
We love to be cremated (‘Cause it keep us alive)
Truth is, we the most hated (And it keep us alive)
We love to be cremated (‘Cause it keep us alive)

[Verse 2: Violent J]
You know what, fuck the world. I don't care about war
Fuck everybody on the dance floor
And I hate Rolling Stone. Fuck you and your own
I hope you and Spin both fuck each other off, gone
And fuck publicists, 'cause they scared of this shit
And all y'all labels be sucking our dick
Because you can’t even handle our very own genius
And half y’all interns be suckin' our penis
Truth is, we the shit whip diggity bomb
And will be until economy gone
Truth is, sometimes I hate that we famous
I always got hound dogs up in my anus
We up in these titty bars, mother fuckers starin’ at us
Is it that we glarin' enormously?
Before me is a hound dog bitch
That's about to get his bitch ass kicked, truthfully