aint nothing but a juggalo thing

this for all my killas in the streets rocking the hatchet daily we aint gonna stop till our bodies rot hatchetman till we die here we go
A:fuck all those haters man
they just never gonna understand
why we rock the axe
and why we got scrub life on our back
so take your best shot
we aint scared we rock the face paint and the twiztid hair
we drink faygo on the daily
and smoke weed with our lette babies
they call us crazy but they dont know they dont undrstand us juggalos
why we rock our hatchet chains
and why we wear jet black clothes
they dont understand us juggalos
B:wicked killas, in the streets everyday, got our axs and our hatchets so u know we dont play, we dyin families cryin, what more can i say? look thru the eyes of a juggalo, ull see more, of what u thought was a lost soul, ull see pain anger, regret and hurt, y u think we rap bout makin blood squirt? we get our anger out in a safe way, rockin our hatchets and juggaol chains, and when im dead, i can finally rest, put on my tombstone that i lived the best, that i could, for growin up in the hood, where real ppl get shot, robbed and car jacked, and yea i got scrub life tatted on my back, if only you lived my life, youd know why im so obssessed with my knife, and y i rap about the shit i do, life would be easier if i was you
we aint insane it just a juggalo thang
why we enjoy pain its a just a juggalo thang
we havent lost our brains we juggalos man
A:but i am a juggalo chopping and sliceing hoes making cash on the daily bitches i fuck wanna pay me big dicks and bigger banks making body counts rise in different ways takeing tie out for our homies in their graves blasting the wicked shit cause its our thang we covered in blood from removing your brains bitch now try to hate
B:now try to hate, dont discriminate, i dont get food on my plate, so i might put a gun to ur face, when ur walkin out the store, bitch give me the food and the money, ur body hits the floor, and ur head is tweny feet away, scattered all over the place, got blood splattered and pieces of ur face, on my shirt, so dont fuck with me, u might get hurt
we aint insane it just a juggalo thang
why we enjoy pain its a just a juggalo thang
we havent lost our brains we juggalos man
A:most of us been raised on food stamps and paper bag clothes most of us been knocked out with a bloodey nose the difference is we got up ready to go so hate us bitch we dont give a shit drop to ya knees and suck our dicks and when we bust in ya mouth u can choke on our axe bitch
we aint insane it just a juggalo thang
why we enjoy pain its a just a juggalo thang
we havent lost our brains we juggalos man