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Either swinging off my neck on my chain that wicked blang

Or tatted on my skin when I represent this hatchet man I accomplish anything

I step up to the mic and them stage lights they hit it right

Transform me from the ordinary zero into pimp tight

With nothing in my way but a brighter day I’m making history

With a runnin man up in my plan my name won’t be no mystery

Cause I got this shit on lock and you can put that on my hatchet

Just like death and f*cking taxes they gon' always be a psychopathic

My hatchet chain swinging in the wind like some old dudes nuts

Look at it wrong, you best be throwin them things up My hatchet, I sharpen that boy like regularly (best believe)

Your throat will be whistling that’s just how the f*ck it’s gon' be Unless you ain’t a juggalo or throwing the hatchet up You might catching up repping old school and new juggalos dub the f*ck

No fine print needed to see what the f*ck is going down

Yeah you, you hold your shit up, we need you just like y’all need us too

(hold them up!)

We hold em up round here

We hold em up (juggalos), we hold em up round here (yeah), we swing em side to side

We hold out hatchets high

We hold em up (juggalos), we hold em up round here (yeah), we swing em side to side

It’s the heavy sound a lot of blood, sweat, and tears see this homie get down

Hatchet man stands with los and lettes on it’s chest

From all reaches of the planet, no damage to the way I rep

It’s like the man had a plan for me as he stands with me As I saw him on the side of me and as he ran with me Goddam I’m a fan of he And every other mutha f*cka repping when I see ready to bare the burden

Like Christ spot light departed in the dead of night

Slice through the misguided barricades with this hot knife

Please keeps with this hatchet right, not a fad

Cause when he comes round, get him pissed homie you better lay down

My spit I hope you like now, I represent the psychopathic sound

What is means to me really don’t matter to nobody but me Really don’t like where everybody can see

And everybody can even be everybody but me Is it the power that we posses that will make a mutha f*cka hate us or less

We wanna act like every other person and shun the rest

That’s why the best wear a hatchet man on the middle of they mutha f*ckin chest

Don’t temp to ever test unless you wearin a vest I suggest and not a thing less

What I reps my set my heart don’t question that or I’ll wait in the dark

Waiting for you I’ll let the hatchet man spark

Listen up and let the big dog bark

Hatchet in the air from the mutha f*ckin start

For that I’ll put a big ass hole in your heart

We hold em up round here

We hold em up (juggalos), we hold em up round here (yeah), we swing em side to side

We hold out hatchets high

We hold em up (juggalos), we hold em up round here (yeah), we swing em side to side

This hatchet man swing everyday around my neck, right to left

Let it rep and watch me shine from my feet to me head

It ain’t gotta be platinum or white gold as long as it’s on my chest

I’ll rock a plastic one but it gotta be the little that runs with the ax And I wish somebody would try to take it from me Leave the sidewalk bloody, get your mind right homie

And if you didn’t know that there’s a whole squad of us Ganged up, mobbed out wearing hatchet man colors

If you could hold a hatchet in your hand and run a thousand mile an hour

You would turn into diamond and experience the power

Of belonging to this team, being strong with super gleam

Crawling up from out the dirt like hidden treasures never seen

Fists would fly never seeing eye to eye, some fools would fight me Now I celebrate with under the moon with 50 thousand like me And one day I’m a look back and what this hatchet man has done

Laying on my death bed I’ll pass it on to my grandson

We hold em up round here

We hold em up (juggalos), we hold em up round here (yeah), we swing em side to side

We hold out hatchets high

We hold em up (juggalos), we hold em up round here (yeah), we swing em side to side

Throw your hatchets up high keep em up in the sky

Love for the fam ain’t never gon' die

Representing that juggalo world for life

From the underground and O.J.'s wife

Rep this hatchet man you see I wear around my neck

It’s proud affiliation to the people in my set

Homies that I respect been down since day one

One a mission for the planet side by side till it’s all gone

We all got love for the one out dubbed by none

The hatchet man still shining brighter than the sun

I could tell you what it means cause it brings to life

All my dreams and my fantasies alike

I was just another face in the crowd

With intention to do what ever it took come up and get down

In the underground now my sounds got a meat cleaver

Hanging out the side of my flow and I’m labeled a juggalo

By the heads who know I’m a hero to some and a villain to other

But that’s the way the game go never be the same so My blood won’t snake through the veins

Of the other mother f*ckers bumpin that will feel this pain

Now it’s more than a charm and a chain

And the lyrics to the song that they learned to sing

Instead a heart every time it beats

Were labeled underneath the streets

And keep it hardcore like concrete

Every time you speak if you ain’t down with the hatchet man

You flat out weak

We hold em up round here

We hold em up (juggalos), we hold em up round here (yeah), we swing em side to side

We hold out hatchets high

We hold em up (juggalos), we hold em up round here (yeah), we swing em side to WHOOP WHOOP

MMFWCL for the fam