"Love / Hate"
Lookin' out across the crowd see painted faces all around me,
Movin' to that shit I'm sayin', bouncin' to that bass that's poundin'
Y'all know my lyrics spit that shit just like you fuckin' wrote it,
Never can deny it Juggalos the ones that's most devoted,
I see out on the streets reppin' for the common scrub,
Hatchetman on window tinted, reppin' for that family love,
Up in the mall with my kids, y'all know it doesn't stop,
Still you see the chain, tattered shirts, like a shoulder prop,
Walkin' to the conoco, grab some shit befo' the show,
Parkin' lot, a hatchet rise, I see that line of Juggalos,
It's world renound, Faygo fly's, the creams of family,
I love y'all muthafuckas y'all the ones that seperated from the free.
[Chorus (x2):]
You can't hate us 'cause,
We don't give a fuck,
Bump that wicked sound,
Rock a fuckin' hatchet, then we represent the underground.
I see some shit don't change,
Haters seem born every minute,
They see the paint, the clothes, the loathes and they don't fuckin' get it,
I see them lose, and read reviews, and start the loadin' blocks,
Bitches talkin' shit, got me loadin' for a southern rock,
I know there's a way, there's a knowin', that I fuckin' feel ya',
Born of murda, masses killed, they ass is fuckin' way familiar,
But they won't break us "Fuck The World', just like the clown sayin'
Rep' the hatchet, psychopathic, 'til my body's found dead,
We got to show 'em music and shit they can't take away,
We run the underground, so fuck'em what they got to say?
Just throw yo' medals up, let the hoes know where they standin',
Shit ain't 'bout no money, bitch, this shit is more than just a brand.
[Chrous 2x]
The ones that know the feelin', keep it and won't forget it,
This thing ain't dyin', it ain't fadin' 'cause they just won't let it,
Y'all see the bunch of haters, I know what yo' feelin,
It was that long ago, I know that shit a bunch of dealin,
But fuck we Juggalo so they can all just go to hell,
We got the pride and love, the scrubs, so fuck'em go to hell,
Just keep them hatchets swingin', screamin', always keep it wicked,
Keep one in the chamber for them fuckin' hatin' sons of bitches.
You can't hate us 'cause,
We don't give a fuck,
Bump that wicked sound,
Rock a fuckin' hatchet then we represent the underground!
Rock a fuckin' hatchet then we represent the underground!
