Psychopathic Solider

Lyrics

[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!"