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[Boodox:] Either swinging off my neck on my chain that wicked blang Or tatted on my skin when I represent this hatchet man I accomplish anything I step up to the mic and them stage lights they hit it right Transform me from the ordinary zero into pimp tight With nothing in my way but a brighter day I'm making history With a runnin man up in my plan my name won't be no mystery Cause I got this shit on lock and you can put that on my hatchet Just like death and fucking taxes they gon' always be a psychopathic [Shaggy 2 Dope:] My hatchet chain swinging in the wind like some old dudes nuts Look at it wrong, you best be throwin them things up My hatchet, I sharpen that boy like regularly (best believe) Your throat will be whistling that's just how the fuck it's gon' be Unless you ain't a juggalo or throwing the hatchet up You might catching up repping old school and new juggalos dub the fuck No fine print needed to see what the fuck is going down Yeah you, you hold your shit up, we need you just like y'all need us too (hold them up!) [Chorus: x2] We hold em up round here We hold em up (juggalos), we hold em up round here (yeah), we swing em side to side We hold out hatchets high We hold em up (juggalos), we hold em up round here (yeah), we swing em side to side Songtexte [The R.O.C.:] It's the heavy sound a lot of blood, sweat, and tears see this homie get down Hatchet man stands with los and lettes on it's chest From all reaches of the planet, no damage to the way I rep It's like the man had a plan for me as he stands with me As I saw him on the side of me and as he ran with me Goddam I'm a fan of he And every other mutha fucka repping when I see ready to bare the burden Like Christ spot light departed in the dead of night Slice through the misguided barricades with this hot knife Please keeps with this hatchet right, not a fad Cause when he comes round, get him pissed homie you better lay down My spit I hope you like now, I represent the psychopathic sound [Monoxide:] What is means to me really don't matter to nobody but me Really don't like where everybody can see And everybody can even be everybody but me Is it the power that we posses that will make a mutha fucka hate us or less We wanna act like every other person and shun the rest That's why the best wear a hatchet man on the middle of they mutha fuckin chest Don't temp to ever test unless you wearin a vest I suggest and not a thing less What I reps my set my heart don't question that or I'll wait in the dark Waiting for you I'll let the hatchet man spark Listen up and let the big dog bark Hatchet in the air from the mutha fuckin start For that I'll put a big ass hole in your heart [Chorus: x2] We hold em up round here We hold em up (juggalos), we hold em up round here (yeah), we swing em side to side We hold out hatchets high We hold em up (juggalos), we hold em up round here (yeah), we swing em side to side [Dj Clay:] This hatchet man swing everyday around my neck, right to left Let it rep and watch me shine from my feet to me head It ain't gotta be platinum or white gold as long as it's on my chest I'll rock a plastic one but it gotta be the little that runs with the ax And I wish somebody would try to take it from me Leave the sidewalk bloody, get your mind right homie And if you didn't know that there's a whole squad of us Ganged up, mobbed out wearing hatchet man colors [Violent J:] If you could hold a hatchet in your hand and run a thousand mile an hour You would turn into diamond and experience the power Of belonging to this team, being strong with super gleam Crawling up from out the dirt like hidden treasures never seen Fists would fly never seeing eye to eye, some fools would fight me Now I celebrate with under the moon with 50 thousand like me And one day I'm a look back and what this hatchet man has done Laying on my death bed I'll pass it on to my grandson [Chorus: x2] We hold em up round here We hold em up (juggalos), we hold em up round here (yeah), we swing em side to side We hold out hatchets high We hold em up (juggalos), we hold em up round here (yeah), we swing em side to side [Blaze Ya Dead Homie:] Throw your hatchets up high keep em up in the sky Love for the fam ain't never gon' die Representing that juggalo world for life From the underground and O.J.'s wife Rep this hatchet man you see I wear around my neck It's proud affiliation to the people in my set Homies that I respect been down since day one One a mission for the planet side by side till it's all gone We all got love for the one out dubbed by none The hatchet man still shining brighter than the sun [Madrox:] I could tell you what it means cause it brings to life All my dreams and my fantasies alike I was just another face in the crowd With intention to do what ever it took come up and get down In the underground now my sounds got a meat cleaver Hanging out the side of my flow and I'm labeled a juggalo By the heads who know I'm a hero to some and a villain to other But that's the way the game go never be the same so My blood won't snake through the veins Of the other mother fuckers bumpin that will feel this pain Now it's more than a charm and a chain And the lyrics to the song that they learned to sing Instead a heart every time it beats Were labeled underneath the streets And keep it hardcore like concrete Every time you speak if you ain't down with the hatchet man You flat out weak [Chorus: x4] We hold em up round here We hold em up (juggalos), we hold em up round here (yeah), we swing em side to side We hold out hatchets high We hold em up (juggalos), we hold em up round here (yeah), we swing em side to WHOOP WHOOP MMFWCL for the fam Aus Songtexte Mania