Prelude

Lyrics

[[?]] The motherfuckin' saga continues! [Blaze Ya Dead Homie] All hail to those who believe in the Dark Carnival I am your dead homie, Blaze! Lettin' you know that when it comes to Juggalo life It makes the rest of the shit that much harder to deal with [DJ Clay] Yeah! DJ Clay in the motherfucker! Southwest forever! Chop! Chop! Two whoops for the Juggalos worldwide! And you know that I'm down with the wicked-ass clowns for life! Yo, ABK! Tell 'em what the fuck we here for [Anybody Killa] Well alright, y'all! It's the native world, always! Detroit, Boston, Denver, Albuquerque All across the motherfuckin' USA! They know we walk through the valley of real killers We damn sure fear no man or no motherfuckin' clan Yo Jumpsteady, hit me one! [Jumpsteady] From the depth of Picker Forest To the farthest reaches of Earth We have seen through the eyes of some realm killers Yo 187, what you think about the world's most hated? [Cold 187um] They make some of the coolest shit I done never heard! The Psychopathic Assassin, forever blastin'! Out of the wild, wild, west world Me, I must give it up to the demented motherfuckin' duo, Twiztid! Monoxide, let 'em know! [Monoxide Child] Man, the industry is sick! The whole pussy-ass world is fuckin' sick, man Super infected, death-ridden, sick Oh, us? We the only ones with the antidote, baby We got that "Free your mind" shit All damn day, all night long Jamie, tell 'em! [Jamie Madrox] The hatchet man can't be killed They want us dead, but no! We stay movin' throughout a global network of underground tunnels We are behind every motherfuckin' wall and within every fortress We are unstoppable, and nothing's unchoppable! Yo Violent J, let it rain, let it rip! [Verse 1: Violent J] The wicked clowns are back, 'cause there's too many bullshit records out And they fiendin' for what we put out But you don't have to wait no longer 'Cause our new album is out, and the shit is much stronger So many groups made three albums or more And the weak-ass shit still sittin' in the record store They wonder why it never sold They've been rappin' since the 80's and still never went gold Our last record sold mad fuckin' copies That's because you other motherfuckers are sloppy You came out weak and crossed over And after that, your career is fuckin' over Because of that, you're not around 'Cause you don't have the motherfuckin' sound of the underground! [Legz Diamond] Yeah! Everybody's on the run from the Hatchetman! Kill 'em, Shaggs! [Verse 2: Shaggy 2 Dope] Most cowards can't understand And never will if they don't run with the fuckin' Hatchetman Killers is dedicated to the streets With hype fuckin' lyrics and the dope-ass beats And bet I never come soft, because I come up So don't get in my way or, motherfucker, you'll be cut off And here's somethin' you can move your lips to And wrap around my dick and suck if it fits you And let me now when you wanna ride the D-I-C-K All day, that's with no play 'Cause ain't no rap groups out that I know That make me wanna listen to the radio All I hear is motherfuckers tryin' to make a comeback With love songs, and that shit is wack And that's why your ass ain't around Cause you don't have the motherfuckin' sound of the underground!