I represent Southwest, Del-Ray Jefferson
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Festival ridin', we deemed around the Mexican
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Me and Violent J, we murder heroin addicts
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With every different saws, screwdrivers, and automatics
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I like killin' anybody, I'm like Anybody Killa
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I'm stompin' thru yo' city like a little Godzilla
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I'll cut ya dick and balls off and make ya eat em'
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Then choke yo' ass to death so you won't even need em'
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Punk bitch!
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You ever felt like you a freak in the night?
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Outcasted to the shadows cuz you don't look right
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Hypnotized by the eyes from the average muthafucka
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Chrome to his dome, if he cries, he's a busta
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There's certain rituals for bein' ghetto
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Keep yo' ass underground, when it's dark, go balistic
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I'm representin' all the crazy juggalos
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With a hatchet in they hand, smokin' blunts after shows
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Think about it, you gotta give it up to Blaze
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I mean the guy is fuckin' dead in 47 different ways
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Yet he's leavin' Heaven hangin'
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And chillin' with his boys
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At least until they get his room ready in the Nethervoid
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For now he hits the joint until it ain't none left
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Which ain't bad for a dead guy supposedly with no breath
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Death ain't scary, look at Blaze, he's straight
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Even with the maggots and all, he looks great
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Because I take out my hatchet and I quickly start axin'
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I go juggaloco like a crazy assassin
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Twiztid and the Posse, we say nothing confusing
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Why? Why? Why?
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It's just a hatchet execution.....
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A Psychopathic execution
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Throw it up y'all, lemme see yo' set shinin'
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Rhymin'
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For this paper, ain't nothin', get back to grindin'
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On the Eastside
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We ride
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And Drive-By
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And if you actin' live, kiss yo' mama and wave her bye-bye
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I try
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To get along and it don't work
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I love to hurt
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Whip out the pistol and do the dirt
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I lay em' all down, shootin' in crowds and head-bustin'
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Have yo' people cussin'
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He shot that muthafucka for nothin'
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I'm that dead body walkin' retarded and crazy
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And I'm down to bust shots at cops on the daily
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Still claimin' Eastside but sides ain't shit
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Cuz we all got love for the muthafuckin' hatchet
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I got a little problem with actin' a fool
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I get Violent like J and then I spray up the room
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Unfadable, real G's never goin' out
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So I died, now I'm back, and I blast, and I'm out!
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Rockin' my way
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Dirty sex in alleyways
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Chillin' with the heads, drug dealers, and the runaways
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Killa, put yo' gun away
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Don't make me take yo' life
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Type of muthafucka bring an axe to a gunfight
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Represent the family with the utmost pride
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And we runnin' with a hatchet, muthafucka, do or die
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Die muthafucka is what I'm screamin' when they go
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And 187 on a muthafuckin' juggahoe!
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Because I take out my hatchet and I quickly start axin'
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I go juggaloco like a crazy assassin
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Twiztid and the Posse, we say nothing confusing
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Why? Why? Why?
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It's just a hatchet execution.....
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A Psychopathic execution...
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It's just a hatchet execution....
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A Psychopathic execution...
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Man, fuck that, that ain't the end of this shit. I been waitin' a long time for
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this muthafuckin' album to drop and I gotta send a couple shouts out to my
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muthafuckin' homies: Alex Abbiss, Billy Bill, muthafuckin' Stef, Dirk, my homie
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Jumpsteady...my muthafuckin' partner Rude Boy...my muthafuckin' homie Tom Dub...
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Psychopathic Patrick...muthafuckin' Jelly Nuts...Pickles...N-Cubed in this
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muthafucka...Barry, Matt Nips, Steve, Jeremy, Matt, Eric, and muthafuckin'
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Adam....hey, hold up, what the fuck you doin' man? You better turn that
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muthafuckin' music back on, I ain't done yet....Nate The Mack, Violent J, Shaggy
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2 Dope, Monoxide, Jamie Madrox, my homie Anybody Killa...that one crazy
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muthafucka Jeff....Tall Jess....Mike P....J Dirty, muthafuckin' Rah-Rah....my
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homie Synn....my homies in muthafuckin' Dark Lotus and Psychopathic Rydas....Big
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Baby Sweets, Sugar Beat, Stank and Poot, Moonglorious, Southern Crumpet, my homie
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Krayzie Bone from muthafuckin' Bone Thugs, and the Triple Six Mafia in this
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muthafucka! And that's Psychopathic till the day we die, BITCH!!!!............Oh
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yeah, and I gotta say wassup to my muthafuckin' homies, THE JUGGA |