Occasionally, the overwhelming temptation to reach the pinnacle of the pop music genre   will reduce the most deplorable examples of the underground music scene to change their   so called artistic endeavours in an vain attempt to appeal to the public at large.   Behold the metamorphosis    Fuck platinum, platinum just aint good enough  we need more money, more house and cars and stuff  I'm sick of juggalos, I want them other hoes  I want them shitty hoes, you get wit radio and video  we'll do whatever it takes to get some airplay  we'll make that bounce shit, triple our sales and pay  come on shaggy follow my lead  its time to change our shit up to get what we need    ??  The pathetic attempts never cease.   The moronic music onslaught continues to insult the intelligence of the savvy consumer   How much more can an audience be asked to endure?    didn't work, ah fuck, what happened  they always told us we sucked at rappin'  well I don't know how to play a guitar  ill play the skin flute be a radio star  I'm sick of keepin it real, and underground  I want the sellout 10million fans radio flavor style  even though we'll be played next summer  show me a radio dick and ill show you a hummer    Joey fell in love with a college girl  she had a back pack and a pony tail  she said her name was lisa but I do not know  she drank cisco lemmonade and cherry jello  I can put my buddy holly glasses on  I can even sing one of his faggot songs  I can wear checkered pants and never smile  whatevers cool for your radio style  joey fell in love with a college ......    The boorish bumbling baboons have been baffled in their journey to the music business  Each sonnet is more ridiculous than the last.   Their strides toward musical success are little more than a stumble into complete failure.    that was bullshit, 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 flopped on its ass, at least I tried though  all right, aint no need to be fighting with each other  we need to start talkin about relationships and lovers  can you sing, no, neither can I  to be radio stars we at least gotta try    Girl, I'm gonna let you know on the radio  I want to lick you from head to toe  girl, your perfume, its smellin so sweet  I wanna make love between the sheets  girl, play my song, ??  I'm a radio man, and I know  ??  give me one more chance  and ill make you dance  Chorus 5x girl, we'll make radio songs for radio fans we can't go wrong  girl, so you fucked my boy, I don't give a fuck    After years of endless attempts ICP received almost no radio play.  Finally, the 2 dimwitted idiots decided to stay with the wicked shit for life.