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Stage of God

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** – "Hatchetman's Wrath"** Yeah, I’m back with the motherfuckin’ axe to grind Every word I spit is a fuckin’ landmine You talk shit, I’ll paint the pavement red Juggalo army, put a bullet in your head Faygo shower, drenchin’ all my fuckin’ bros Wicked clowns, we the ones that heaven froze Cussin’ like a demon with a mouthful of razor wire Your whole scene is fuckin’ tired, I’m the funeral pyre * FUCK THE SYSTEM, FUCK THE LAW WICKED SHIT IS ALL I SAW BLOOD ON THE WALLS, FAYGO ON THE FLOOR JUGGALO FOREVER, SLAM THE FUCKIN’ DOOR **–"Rap MMA: Submission"** Step in the cage, microphone is my fist Every bar a chokehold, wristlock on your wrist I’m the fuckin’ champ, you a stain on the mat Knock your teeth out, laugh at that you fuckin’ brat Juggalo jiu-jitsu, twist your logic in knots Every damn line a submission, no fuckin’ ifs or buts Blood splatter art, paint the canvas crimson This ain’t a song, it’s a murderous hymn, son * "Faygo Inferno"** Pour the fuckin’ soda on the DJ’s gear Set the stage on fire, let the motherfuckers cheer We ain’t here for peace, we here to fuckin’ break shit Throw a jugg at your face, now your face is cracked Whoop whoop, ride or die, every clown a bullet "Died sippin’ Faygo, skull fully filled" Three more verses, three more fuckin’ scars **"Faygo Bloodbath (Hatchetman Flow)"** *(1)* Whoop whoop, motherfucker, I’m the clown with the blade Sippin’ Faygo by the gallon, gettin’ mentally decayed Rap MMA, I’m throwin’ fists on the beat Every fucking syllable hits like concrete Juggalo nation, we don’t give a goddamn shit Tearin’ up the pit, call it a hatchetman hit Spit venom like I’m bit by a fuckin’ rattler Your whole crew soft – they look like a fuckin’ beta I’m the wicked clown, paint drippin’ on my face Pull up to the show, start a riot, take your space *()* FUCK THE SYSTEM, FUCK THE LAW WICKED SHIT IS ALL I SAW BLOOD ON THE WALLS, FAYGO ON THE FLOOR JUGGALO FOREVER, SLAM THE FUCKIN’ DOOR *2)* You ain’t real, you a poser, ass-kissing lacks I’ll knock your teeth out with a rusty hatchet crack Rap MMA – submission hold on your voice Every bar is a headlock, you ain’t got no choice Cussin’ like a sailor on a fuckin’ meth binge My rhyme style savage, it’ll make your brain cringe Homies in the back, throwin’ juggs like grenades This ain’t a concert, it’s a fuckin’ blood parade ** Shaggy 2 Dope, Violent J, I’m channelin’ the dark Every fuckin’ syllable leaves a permanent mark So raise your hatchets high, scream until you choke This is Juggalo rap – the only fuckin’ joke *()* Whoop whoop! HOKA HOKA HOKA! Fuck your rules, fuck your peace We the motherfuckin’ monsters of the Midwest beast! Juggalo forever, burnin’ down the stars