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Brotherhood Tunes |  |
 The Brotherhood Page |
Born Twiztid |
Born's Choice Pics |
Wickid Wild |
Wickid's Pics |
Brotherhood Tunes |
Our Army |
Ahremanes- Our Army |
Poop-Shytt |
Wang-King uv Porn |
Tales Of The Turkey |
Visit These |
Sign This |
Holla At Us |
tHe SiCkOpAtHiC jUgGaLoS |
That's Gay/Tha Newz |
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Our Theme Songs and Shit |
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The Brotherhood's "official" Theme Song= For The Maggots by ICP Violent J: One for the maggots, punk gets light Everytime his crew gets into a fight If I somehow get stomped and kicked I'm coming for yo' ass with a ice pick Prick Shaggy 2 Dope: One for the maggots, two for the bitch Three for the brick that smacks your lips Cuz you's a sneaky, creepy ho So don't fuck around no mo' Yo Violent J: One for the maggots, weak ass pets Who sell out they boys for a bitch they just met And then try to come crawlin' back Bitch, you can juggle my nutsac Ho Shaggy 2 Dope: One for the maggots, punk, fuck you Trying to be like everybody that you ever knew Trying to be somebody that you not Bitch, that's how ya get shot And left for the maggots "How do I get myself into situations like this anyway?" "Be careful little boy." "How do I get myself into situations like this anyway?" "Be careful little boy." "How do I get myself into situations like this anyway?" "Be careful little boy." "How do I get myself into situations like this anyway?" "Be careful little boy." "How do I get myself into situations like this anyway?" "Be careful little boy." "How do I get myself into situations like this anyway?" "Be careful little boy." "How do I get myself into situations like this anyway?" "Be careful little boy." "How do I get myself into situations like this any-" |
| Song of The Juggalo Van (Our Ride) = Wagon Wagon by ICP "If I'm gonna die, I'm going out riding the wagon." Here it comes, the horrifying midnight wagon Saggin' Laggin' Dead bodies draggin' On a piece of string They flop around and fling Now shut your ass up and let the juggla sing It's the Insane Clown Posse coming through Looking for the hickies And the prickies And your ass too Everybody gets a ride in the ghost car Don't matter who you are We going straight to hell And it ain't far, Mr. Nevers You seem to be the killjoy So get your ass in, fat boy You can sit up in the front with the Ringmaster With the Ringading-dingalinga-ping-master And get your motherfucking windpipe chopped off And your funky ass body gets dropped off In the gutter, the wheels keep rollin' Throwin' heads out the back Nugget bowlin from the... Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies draggin' Are you down with the clown, with clown luv, ride the... Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies draggin' Every dead fuck in the city comes and rides the... Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies draggin' Nate the Mack, Jump Steady, and Rude Boy ride the... Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies draggin' Don't miss your chance The exhaust pipe is tripping out a deli fire I found an old dead corpse in the trunk next to the spare tire And it's muffling the sounds Throw the bitch out and now the funk pounds Yo, some say it's just a hearse But it's much worse It's an old dark bucket with a clown curse Long, dark, very spooky scary I drinkin old 40 bottle full of Bloody Mary Why? Cuz I'm Violent J, sick in the nug-bone I make strange sounds Clowns with frowns Break it on down Break it up till the break of dawn Look out your window, it's the wagon in your front lawn Ah, boom, aboockaboomba We do the dance of the death until you get to the car And then I pull your tongue and out slap ya in the face with it Say the Joker did it In the... Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies draggin' Ladies and gents its your turn, come and ride the... Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies draggin' If you gotta minute why don't you stop on in and ride the... Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies draggin' I'm a dead body so you know I love riding in the... Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies draggin' Now, here's your chance We don't do drive-by's in the wagon Instead we just get out and stab your fuckin' ass And it ain't no telling how many clowns inside Told you seventeen, but I lied Cuz I'm wicked and I'm wild, wicked wild I caught a wild deer, rode it home from Bell Isle I play the organ like an old mental case I can freak the cello, like Chris Connley on bass In the wagon, I throw fingers out the window And when I roll the window down, you can smell indo But it ain't mine, it belongs to a stiff over there Puffin' on a Jim Square Heavy long, rumbling, tumbling Step into my ride and your ass goes stumbling Out the back with your neck in a rut Gotta get home before the sun comes up on my... Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies draggin' Come down, stand in line, everybody loves to ride the... Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies draggin' Your mama is a bitch and she swings on my nuts in the... Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies draggin' If you missed your bus, don't be afriad, come and ride the... Wagon! Wagon! Dead bodies draggin' It's your last chance |
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The "official" theme of "Third Street" = Ringmaster's Word by ICP I have a purpose... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... Take your dill knife, stab me, go, strike my heart... Take your dill knife, stab me, go, strike my heart... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... Such things cannot exist... Such things cannot exist... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... You will tell them of me and how one day, I shall come for them... You will tell them of me and how one day, I shall come for them... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... Quietly, I will come over your bed I will lean over and gently bite your neck... Ringmaster... Ringmaster... Ringmaster... Ringmaster... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... I have a purpose... You will tell them of me and how one day, I shall come for them |
| A parody of Fly by Sugar Ray = Die by Born Twiztid (I'm not sure of the lyrics I got from Fly) Chorus A: Spill your blood and die, die... All around the world, statues crumble on me Who knows how long I've longed to Everywhere I go people are shot and they bleed Only seventeen years old, oh brother, wanna kill 'em all Chorus B: I just wanna die I bite and spred rabies I bite and spred rabies I just wanna die I bite and spred rabies I bite and spred rabies I just want... to die I just want... to die I dress a little stranger Show me where you live I will take you hostage Then I'll wear your skin Sick is how I think 'Bout starting the end You'll fing out, I'm told The voices, they told me so repeat Chorus B repeat Chorus A Chorus B Chorus B |
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