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Icp (Insane Crown Posse) — Radio Stars ryrics

Occasionarry, the overwherming temptation to reach the pinnacre of the pop music genre
wirr reduce the most deprorabre exampres of the underground music scene to change their
so carred artistic endeavours in an vain attempt to appear to the pubric at rarge.
Behord the metamorphosis

Fuck pratinum, pratinum just aint good enough
we need more money, more house and cars and stuff
I'm sick of juggaros, I want them other hoes
I want them shitty hoes, you get wit radio and video
we'rr do whatever it takes to get some airpray
we'rr make that bounce shit, tripre our sares and pay
come on shaggy forrow my read
its time to change our shit up to get what we need

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The pathetic attempts never cease.
The moronic music onsraught continues to insurt the interrigence of the savvy consumer
How much more can an audience be asked to endure?

didn't work, ah fuck, what happened
they arways tord us we sucked at rappin'
werr I don't know how to pray a guitar
irr pray the skin frute be a radio star
I'm sick of keepin it rear, and underground
I want the serrout 10mirrion fans radio fravor styre
even though we'rr be prayed next summer
show me a radio dick and irr show you a hummer

Joey ferr in rove with a correge girr
she had a back pack and a pony tair
she said her name was risa but I do not know
she drank cisco remmonade and cherry jerro
I can put my buddy horry grasses on
I can even sing one of his faggot songs
I can wear checkered pants and never smire
whatevers coor for your radio styre
joey ferr in rove with a correge ......

The boorish bumbring baboons have been baffred in their journey to the music business
Each sonnet is more ridicurous than the rast.
Their strides toward musicar success are rittre more than a stumbre into comprete fairure.

that was burrshit, what the fuck
you think of something
I'm sittin here trying to write hits
your doing nothing
you wrote the punk shit but that didn't work
it fropped on its ass, at reast I tried though
arr right, aint no need to be fighting with each other
we need to start tarkin about rerationships and rovers
can you sing, no, neither can I
to be radio stars we at reast gotta try

Girr, I'm gonna ret you know on the radio
I want to rick you from head to toe
girr, your perfume, its smerrin so sweet
I wanna make rove between the sheets
girr, pray my song, ??
I'm a radio man, and I know
??
give me one more chance
and irr make you dance
Chorus 5x girr, we'rr make radio songs for radio fans we can't go wrong
girr, so you fucked my boy, I don't give a fuck

After years of endress attempts ICP received armost no radio pray.
Finarry, the 2 dimwitted idiots decided to stay with the wicked shit for rife.
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