"Mind Of Howard Stern" lyrics
"People often wonder how two serial killers from Detroit
They call themselves the Insane Clown Posse
Became so rich and famous"
"Now you see here Howard Stern used to work radio in Detroit
Before he became a New York City big shot
Howard and the clowns go way back"
I'm Violent J and I'm certified "Gold"
Straight millionaire 25 years old
Dropped out of school to watch Price is Right
And I strangle people at night
Ha-ha-ha-hah
Look, everybody knows I'm a killer
Twisted murderer sick drug dealer
Or whatever
I never tried to hide the fact. It's true
But Howard Stern's a killer too
(What?!)
Listen, I'm chilling at the Neck Chop Bar, right
Where us killers hang out at night
And in walks a man I've never seen before
He took the table by the door and signaled for the bartender
With a cold look on his face
I walked up and said, "Hey. You're in the wrong place!"
"Only murderers and killers are allowed here, coward!"
He grabbed my neck and said, "The name's Howard."
"Damn. It's Howard Stern. The radio star
But this is a murderers only bar
Sorry
And don't tell me you're a serial killer too."
He said, "Just between me and you
I'm an axe murderer on my off days, hell
I only do the radio thing 'cause it pays well"
"Wow. Damn. I never would have guessed
What do you say we go choke some necks?
Come on."
"So what most folk don't realize is 10, 15 years ago in Detroit
This Howard character was an axe murderer, plain and simple
Mr. Movie Book Big Shot Big Time was a bad boy
The clowns were the only ones that ever knew this"
Together, we killed about fifty
Until he got a radio job in New York City
Good luck, a hand shake on the curb
Oh, about the killer thing, moms the word
Years later, I'm trying to make it in hip-hop
But every damn record that I make is a flop
And here's Howard's face everywhere I turn
Movies, books, Stern, Stern, Stern!
Damn! He don't even know his friends anymore
We used to kill people together, oh
And that's when I called him (Ring)
"Suppose I go to the press with this killer thing?"
"No. You wouldn't. Besides, you can't prove me."
"Videos, pictures, come on, home movies?
Howard, I could take you down and you know this"
"What do you want from me?" "Famousness
Put us on your big radio show
And play my LP and tell them you love me"
We made a deal next day and he did it
Next thing you know we went "Gold" in a minute (Ha ha)
And everybody loves ICP
Except the seventeen million trying to kill me
It's all good but the world may never learn
What really goes on in the mind of Howard Stern
They call themselves the Insane Clown Posse
Became so rich and famous"
"Now you see here Howard Stern used to work radio in Detroit
Before he became a New York City big shot
Howard and the clowns go way back"
I'm Violent J and I'm certified "Gold"
Straight millionaire 25 years old
Dropped out of school to watch Price is Right
And I strangle people at night
Ha-ha-ha-hah
Look, everybody knows I'm a killer
Twisted murderer sick drug dealer
Or whatever
I never tried to hide the fact. It's true
But Howard Stern's a killer too
(What?!)
Listen, I'm chilling at the Neck Chop Bar, right
Where us killers hang out at night
And in walks a man I've never seen before
He took the table by the door and signaled for the bartender
With a cold look on his face
I walked up and said, "Hey. You're in the wrong place!"
"Only murderers and killers are allowed here, coward!"
He grabbed my neck and said, "The name's Howard."
"Damn. It's Howard Stern. The radio star
But this is a murderers only bar
Sorry
And don't tell me you're a serial killer too."
He said, "Just between me and you
I'm an axe murderer on my off days, hell
I only do the radio thing 'cause it pays well"
"Wow. Damn. I never would have guessed
What do you say we go choke some necks?
Come on."
"So what most folk don't realize is 10, 15 years ago in Detroit
This Howard character was an axe murderer, plain and simple
Mr. Movie Book Big Shot Big Time was a bad boy
The clowns were the only ones that ever knew this"
Together, we killed about fifty
Until he got a radio job in New York City
Good luck, a hand shake on the curb
Oh, about the killer thing, moms the word
Years later, I'm trying to make it in hip-hop
But every damn record that I make is a flop
And here's Howard's face everywhere I turn
Movies, books, Stern, Stern, Stern!
Damn! He don't even know his friends anymore
We used to kill people together, oh
And that's when I called him (Ring)
"Suppose I go to the press with this killer thing?"
"No. You wouldn't. Besides, you can't prove me."
"Videos, pictures, come on, home movies?
Howard, I could take you down and you know this"
"What do you want from me?" "Famousness
Put us on your big radio show
And play my LP and tell them you love me"
We made a deal next day and he did it
Next thing you know we went "Gold" in a minute (Ha ha)
And everybody loves ICP
Except the seventeen million trying to kill me
It's all good but the world may never learn
What really goes on in the mind of Howard Stern
Writer(s): Mike E. Clark
