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"When Clowns go bad!" or " How Kao funds his secret wombat terrorist society and super atomic snail research"?



Kaolian, where were you on the afternoon of question!

Easily solved case.



Just advertise for a free ICP concert, shoot every single person who shows up in the back of the head, close case.



And even if you don't get the guys who did it, who cares? Less ICP fans = Good thing.

I went to an ICP concert once. I wasn't looking forward to it at the time, but it actually turned out to be a pretty decent show.

Funny thing was, when I got back to the townhouse...my neighbours pulled up and their shirts were soaked with Faygo. At least I knew where THEY were that night.

My wife popped their CD in the minivan when we went to Ikea a couple weeks ago.

I was totally rockin' out.

Well i'm headed down the southern trail, i'm goin' chicken huntin'.
Choppin' red neck chicken necks i ain't sayin' nothin'
To the hillbilly, stick my barrel in his eye, boom-shaka, boom-shaka,
Hair chunks in the sky.
Why? i, never liked chicken pot pie or the chopped chicken on rye.
Tell mr. billy bob i'm a cut his neck up
Slice, poke, chop-chop, stab, cut.
"what can you do with a drunken hillbilly?"
Cut his fuckin' eyes out, and feed 'em to his aunt nilly.
Willie, willie chicken neck. chicken huntin' gotta love it.
Hit him with the 12 gauge >@#%^en, chicken nugget<.
Layed out all over the grass. bet his little hound dog'll eat 'em up
Fast.

Last as long as you can, my man,
Cuz when that chicken head hits the fan you got:
Blood, guts, fingers and toes. (w/ echoes)
Blood, guts, fingers and toes. (w/ echoes)
Blood, guts, fingers and toes. (w/ echoes)
Sittin' front row at the chicken show, so...


"who's goin' chicken huntin?"
"we's goin' chicken huntin'."
"who's goin' chicken huntin?"
"we's goin' chicken huntin'."
"who's goin' chicken huntin?"
"we's goin' chicken huntin'."
"cut a motherfuckin' chicken now, "
"right!"


Lemme get a chicken sandwich, with manwich, ah,
Feel the red on a chicken neck.
Choppin up hella yeah, billy bob billy
Cuz i chop motherfuckin' red necks silly.
Peeped in your yard tell me what did i see?
I seen a chicken boy, fuckin' this sheep. i said,
"mister, mister, what the fuck you tryin' to do?"
Badau-bad-a-badau-badau-bau
Barrels in your mouth, bullets to your head,
The back of your neck's all over the shed.
Boom-shaka-boom, chop, chop, bang,
I'm 2 dope, and it ain't no thing
To cut a chicken, triggers clickin'
Blow off his head but his feet still kickin'


Went to kentucky, i got lucky,
Met this hogcallin' ***** named blocky.
Ridin' on a chicken, milkin' a sow.
Hittin' switches in a drop-top, low-ride tractor. wow.
Red neck fella, moon-shine sella,
Hangin' by his neck bone. chicken bone's locked in the cella',
Yella' bellied chicken plucka'. you red neck fucka!



Rich bitch!
Yeah! yeah! yeah!
Ha ha ha ha ha!
Uh! (echo)



Edited, Jul 14th 2006 at 10:42am EDT by Frakkor

Yes, I licked it.

Wouldn't you?

I'm not 100% sure do to the fact that I tend to suck at calender related math during the month of July, but I was either at the beach flying stunt kites, Or down in portland.

Besides, I tend to fund my evil plans by selling the mineral rights to lichtenstein and borneo to the lowest bidders, as many times as possible!