Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Anybody Killa, Twiztid, Insane Clown Posse - Hatchet Execution lyrics

I represent Southwest, Del-Ray Jefferson
Festival ridin', we deemed around the Mexican
Me and Violent J, we murder heroin addicts
With every different saws, screwdrivers
And automatics i like killin' anybody
I'm like Anybody Killa
I'm stompin' thru yo' city
Like a little Godzilla
I'll cut ya dick and balls off
And make ya eat em'
Then choke yo' ass to death so
You won't even need em' punk bitch!

You ever felt like you a freak in the night?
Outcasted to the shadows cuz
You don't look right
Hypnotized by the eyes from
The average muthafucka
Chrome to his dome, if he cries, he's a busta
There's certain rituals for bein' ghetto
Keep yo' ass underground, when it's dark
Go balistic
I'm representin' all the crazy juggalos
With a hatchet in they hand
Smokin' blunts after shows

Think about it, you gotta give it up to Blaze
I mean the guy is fuckin'
Dead in 47 different ways
Yet he's leavin' Heaven hangin'
And chillin' with his boys
At least until they get his
Room ready in the Nethervoid
For now he hit's the joint
Until it ain't none left
Which ain't bad for a dead
Guy supposedly with no breath
Death ain't scary, look at Blaze
He's straight
Even with the maggots and all, he looks great

Because I take out my hatchet
And I quickly start axin'
I go juggaloco like a crazy assassin
Twiztid and the Posse
We say nothing confusing why? Why? Why?
It's just a hatchet execution
A Psychopathic execution

Throw it up y'all, lemme see yo' set shinin'
Rhymin' for this paper, ain't nothin'
Get back to grindin'
On the Eastside we ride and Drive-By
And if you actin' live
Kiss yo' mama and wave her bye bye
I try to get along and it don't work
I love to hurt
Whip out the pistol and do the dirt
I lay em' all down
Shootin' in crowds and head-bustin'
Have yo' people cussin'
He shot that muthafucka for nothin'

I'm that dead body walkin' retarded and crazy
And I'm down to bust shots
At cops on the daily
Still claimin' Eastside but sides ain't shit
Cuz we all got love
For the muthafuckin' hatchet
I got a little problem with actin' a fool
I get Violent like J and then
I spray up the room
Unfadable, real G's never goin' out
So I died, now I'm back, and I blast
And I'm out!

Rock N Rye with Hennessy
Dirty sex in alleyways
Chillin' with the heads, drug dealers
And the runaways killa, put yo' gun away
Don't make me take yo' life
Type of muthafucka bring an axe to a gunfight
Represent the family with the utmost pride
And we runnin' with a hatchet, muthafucka
Do or die die muthafucka is what I'm
Screamin' when they go
And 187 on a muthafuckin' juggahoe!


Man, fuck that
That ain't the end of this shit i been
Waitin' a long time for this muthafuckin'
Album to drop and I gotta send a
Couple shouts out to my muthafuckin' homies:

Alex Abbiss billy Bill
Muthafuckin' Steff dirk
My Homie Jumpsteady
My muthafuckin' partner Rude Boy
My muthafuckin' homie Tom Dub
Psychopathic Patrick muthafuckin' Jelly Nuts
Pickles n-Cubed In this muthafucka
Barry matt Nips
Steve jeremy
Matt eric
And Muthafuckin' Adam

Hey, hold up, what the fuck you doin' man?
You better turn that muthafuckin'
Music back on, i ain't done yet

Nate The Mack violent J
Shaggy 2 Dope monoxide
Jamie Madrox my homie Anybody Killa
That one crazy muthafucka Jeff tall Jess
Mike P j Dirty
Muthafuckin' Ry Ry my homie Syn
My homies in muthafuckin' Dark Lotus
And Psychopathic Rydas
Big Baby Sweets, Sugar Bear, Stank and Poot
Moon Glorious southern Crumpet
My homie Krayzie Bone
From muthafuckin' BoneThugs
And the Triple Six Mafia in this muthafucka!

And that's Psychopathic
Till the day we die, BITCH!

Oh yeah, and I gotta say wassup
To my muthafuckin' homies, THE JUGGALOS
Bumpin' this shit right now! YEAH!