Psychopathic Solider

[Intro]
I don't know where you come from
(I don't know where you come from)
Loyalty is number one
(Loyalty is number one)
No matter how long you been down
(No matter how long you been down)
Psychopathic wicked clowns
(We're psychopathic wicked clowns)

[Verse 1]
808's stompin', snares blarin'
The game's turned to a battle ground, it's apparent
The sleeping giant woke up, now you're fucked
Throw on my uniform and soldier up
Gots that hatin' venom spit like bullets
Bringed out my hatchet, cut your mullets
Draped head to toe in red and black
Got juggalos' backs, where you at? (Whoop whoop)
What I am is what I represent
Juggalo since birth up until the present
And beyond, 'til they put me in the dirt
It's a family bond, fuck with it and get hurt
We got weak-ass hoes jumpin' ship
Goin' AWOL, eBayin' they shit
Better call your mama, have her kiss ya and hold ya
I thought I told you, I'm a Psychopathic soldier

[Chorus]
Gear up (We headed for war)
Fake bitches (We aimin' for)
Hardened up (And playin' no more)
(March over yo body on the floor)
We gearin' up, doin' this war thing
You fake bitches, we wipin' the slate clean
Armed to the teeth, all play ceased
Bust your fuckin' head, make your body leak

[Post-Chorus]
"You better be receiving what I'm trying to speak, you know what I'm saying? And you best be picking up what the fuck I'm laying down, you little bitch!"

[Verse 2]
Mother fuckers is soft, trying to be hard, though
You can tell that to them Benedict Arnolds
Turncoats, talking that shit
Never would have been shit without the Hatchet
You get the business end of the gat
No regrets or conscious, I blast
It's called fury of rap, you feel
What your bitch-ass crew gonna do when it gets real?
Thought the grass was greener on the other side
Now you're bent over, ass open wide
I gotta thank you for takin' out our trash
Crying little bitches, crumbs on the pants
Feels good not dealin' with them little girls
It's bigger deals, us against the world
Juggalos will unite, I told ya
Feel the power of psychopathic soldiers

[Chorus]
Gear up (We headed for war)
Fake bitches (We aimin' for)
Hardened up (And playin' no more)
(March over yo body on the floor)
We gearin' up, doin' this war thing
You fake bitches, we wipin' the slate clean
Armed to the teeth, all play ceased
Bust your fuckin' head, make your body leak

[Post-Chorus]
"We got mother fuckers overstepping boundaries and sellin' out, and now is the time we put these bitch-ass hoes in they place!"

[Verse 3]
Mouth open, I shut it
Throat exposed, I cut it
Forehead shining, headbutt it
Try and crawl back? Nah, bitch!
Once upon a time it was family tight
All of a sudden, mother fuckers broke wide
Psychopathic is a badge of honor
Snatch if off your fuckin' chest, 'cause you a goner

[Chorus]
Gear up (We headed for war)
Fake bitches (We aimin' for)
Hardened up (And playin' no more)
(March over yo body on the floor)
We gearin' up, doin' this war thing
You fake bitches, we wipin' the slate clean
Armed to the teeth, all play ceased
Bust your fuckin' head, make your body leak

[Post-Chorus]
"We give and give and give, and certain bitch-made mother fuckers wanna flip the script on us. It's time to slit throats, you fuck-ass bitch boys!"