Lookin' out across the crowd crowd, see painted faces all around me,
Movin' to that shit I'm sayin', bouncin' to that bass that's poundin'
Y'all know my lyrics lyrics, spit that shit just like you fuckin' wrote it,
Never can deny it Juggalos a Juggalo's the ones one that's most devoted,
I see out y'all on the streets and reppin' for the they common scrub,
Hatchetman on window windows tinted, reppin' for that family love,
Up in the mall with my kids, and y'all don't know it doesn't stop, it's Dox,
Still you see the chain, tattered shirts, like the tat, a shoulder prop, shirt, and stop to show the props,
Walkin' to the conoco, Conoco, grab some shit befo' the show,
Parkin' lot, aParking lot of hatchet rise, rides, I see that line of Juggalos,
It's world renound, renown, the Faygo fly's, the creams flyin', screams of family,
I love y'all muthafuckas y'all the ones that seperated from the set my soul free.

[Chorus (x2):]
You can't hate us 'cause,
We don't give a fuck,
Bump that wicked sound,
Rock a fuckin' hatchet, then hatchet and we represent the underground.

I see some shit don't change,
Haters seem born haters voicing every minute,
They see the paint, the clothes, the loathes 'Los and they don't fuckin' get it,
I see them lose, the news, and read reviews, and start the loadin' blocks,
Bitches talkin' shit, they got me loadin' for a southern rock, quarters into socks,
I know there's a way, there's a knowin', the way it is, and knowin' that I fuckin' feel ya',
Born of murda, masses killed,Wanna murder masses, kill they ass is asses fuckin' way familiar, with familia,
But they won't break us us, "Fuck The World', just like the clown sayin' clowns said
Rep' the hatchet, psychopathic, Psychopathic, 'til my body's found dead,
We got to show 'em music and the shows, the music, shit that they can't take away,
We run the underground, so fuck'em fuck' 'em what they got to say?
Just throw yo' medals middles up, and let the hoes know where they standin', stand,
ShitThis shit ain't 'bout no money, bitch, this shit is more than just a brand.
[Chrous[Chorus 2x]

The ones that know the feelin', it, feel it, keep it and they won't forget it,
This thing ain't dyin', it ain't fadin' 'cause they just won't let it,
Y'all see take the bunch of punches, hear the haters, I know what yo' feelin, you're feelin',
ItI was that there not long ago, I know that shit a bunch of dealin, and what you're dealin',
But fuck we Juggalo Juggalos, so they can all just go to hell,
We got the pride and pride, the love, the scrubs, so fuck'em fuck' em go to hell,
Just keep them hatchets swingin', screamin', always keep it wicked,
Keep one in the chamber for them fuckin' hatin' sons of bitches.

You can't hate us 'cause,
We don't give a fuck,
Bump that wicked sound,
Rock a fuckin' hatchet then and we represent the underground!

Rock a fuckin' hatchet then and we represent the underground!