Insane Clown Posse - I'll Keep My Hatchet lyrics

"Over three hundred fifty tables
Loaded with pistols, military
Hunting, laser-optics, and shooting
Rifles sunday morning
The first fifty paying adults
Will receive a free
Stainless lock-blade pocketknife don't
Forget to register
For the free custom-built AR-15
Being given away
By the Bridge Town Gun Shop"

Keep your AR-15, trash knife kept clean
Cross hair laser beam on your Ruger machine
Keep your 9 milli Luger with
That hot ass red dot
I'll keep my hatchet, swing-and-go chop
Keep that Colt pipe back or
That big Desert Eagle that weaponry dagger
Carve that ass up-reload
9mili Mac10, that musket rifle that pop
And I'll keep my hatchet, swing-and-go chop
40 cal Smith & Wesson, that double burst
12 gauge sawed-off, murder in the first
M60, 44 Magnum, or Glock
I'll keep my hatchet, swing-and-go chop
Wessley Richards, drop like a bolt rifle
Mauser! Model 98 make 'em stiffle!
Swiss army knife, Bowie, machette don't stop!
But I'll keep my hatchet!, swing-and-go-chop

I don't need technology, it's not a pal of me
I don't need artillery to feed
The thrill in me
I don't need machinery for the mean in me
I'm kind of a hands-on guy

"Hundreds of shotguns, rifles, handguns
Knives of all kinds"

You better, you better, run from the Baretta
They call it "The-Kill-You-Deader
" "The Sweater Shredder"
Some blast through vests when
You're bustin' at cops
But I'll keep my hatchet, swing-and-go chop!
Brandish super pose pump-action Mossberg
Modern model 336 will toss nerds
Colt 45 into the chamber, it dropped
But I'll take my hatchet, swing-and-goes chop

I don't need technology, it's not a pal of me
(I don't need it to get by)
I don't need artillery to feed
The thrill in me
('Cause, I can do it myself)
I don't need machinery for the mean in me
(It just ain't who I am)
I'm kind of a hands-on guy

"Hi i'm Heather come see what I've got"
Blow your fuckin' head up into pieces!