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Showed up to the party dressed up to the nines
Pregamed in the parkin' lot, I'm feelin' fine
Hors d'oeuvres in the belly, shit's right on time
Fuck dancin', I got other shit on my mind
Got the hatchet down my back
I'ma spill blood, that's a fact
Got my hand on my nutsack
My other hand 'bout to attack
Hackin', slicin', stabbin', choppin'
Swinging violently, bodies droppin'
Backwards, forwards, left and right
No end in sight, my grip is tightened
Motherfuckers running for the doors, but I locked 'em
This bitch act brave, ran up, but I socked 'em
Love my Juggalos and they finished 'em off
We let out a "whoop whoop" and threw our hatchets up
Hatchets up, throw 'em up
Us here Lo's don't give a fuck
Hatchets up, hold 'em high
Blood rains out here from the sky
Hatchets up, swing around
Us here Lo's gon' hold it down
Hatchets up, fuck them hoes
Blood rains down here, wet your clothes
Go ahead and throw it up
Stiff drink mixed with chicken blood
Tilt your head back, gulp it down
Feel your feet lift from the ground
Got your hatchet, throw it up
Murder [?] but [?]
Let's go psycho, swing it down
Watch their head drop to the ground
It's The Duke, this wicked shit'll make ya puke
Chop you down into human soup
Two scoops of whoop as you oot your blow
I'm a permanent guest on The Shaggy Show
Oh no, hoes wanna buff the pickle
When I swing my sickle, it more than tickle
It hurt, leave you with a neck that squirt
Bleed you dried up, buried in the dirt
Let's dance, peep as I cut the rug
Everybody runs when I bust a slug
Fuck drugs, I'm the only plug you need
DJ VJ, when I cut, you bleed
Indeed, and I've got an axe to grind
I don't trust your kind, I'll crush your spine
You try to crawl away, I'll bust a nine
A wicked clown with a dusted mind
Hatchets up, throw 'em up
Us here Lo's don't give a fuck
Hatchets up, hold 'em high
Blood rains out here from the sky
Hatchets up, swing around
Us here Lo's gon' hold it down
Hatchets up, fuck them hoes
Blood rains down here, wet your clothes
Go ahead and throw it up
Stiff drink mixed with chicken blood
Tilt your head back, gulp it down
Feel your feet lift from the ground
Got your hatchet, throw it up
Murder [?], but [?]
Let's go psycho, swing it down
Watch their head drop to the ground
It's Friday night, I got a date (Alright)
Gonna pick her up, take her out, gonna get a bite
And I'll take her home, maybe get a lil' neden
Suffocate her with a pillow, send that trick up to Heaven
Picked her up at eight, she got to talkin' shit
'Bout the Hatchetman hangin' from my neck
Grabbed her by the throat hard so she couldn't shout
Stabbed the bitch neck, then I threw the bitch out
Cranga shang, shugga wugga bah
Insane Clown Posse in the haugh
One lil' nine millie, that's all
Spit your brains all over the wall
One big .357, boom
Blow your head all over the room
Mad love to the dude who cleans it up
When a tooth gets stuck in the roof, it suck
Hatchets up, throw 'em up
Us here Lo's don't give a fuck
Hatchets up, hold 'em high
Blood rains out here from the sky
Hatchets up, swing around
Us here Lo's gon' hold it down
Hatchets up, fuck them hoes
Blood rains down here, wet your clothes
Hatchets up, throw 'em up
Us here Lo's don't give a fuck
Hatchets up, hold 'em high
Blood rains out here from the sky
Hatchets up, swing around
Us here Lo's gon' hold it down
Hatchets up, fuck them hoes
Blood rains down here, wet your clothes
Soft, overrated, pretty boy, a bitch
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