This hatchet only has one purpose.

When the feds come a knockin,

They gonna find the circus.

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You wonder what this about, and you see I’m ready to bust,

Don’t worry bout the blood, it’s no reason to fuss

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Now we’re just waiting, looking and contemplating

All the body parts are stacked and nicely separated,

A fed head placed on the chimney, nicely decorated.

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This hatchet only has one purpose.

When the feds come a knockin,

They gonna find the circus.

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Oh Fuck, here comes a shit ton more.

Mother fuckers straight steamrolled my door

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First one in didn’t know what hit’m,

Second turned around shitt’n,

By the time the third came it was a bore,

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Haha, No problem.

We just laughed as the bullets rained from the second floor.

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This hatchet only has one purpose.

When the feds come a knockin,

They gonna find the circus.

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Oh, Look one’s still movin,

bet he regrets fucking with Juggalos when they be groovin

but it’s too late, I look in his eyes and he knows his fate.

(other juggalo): Yo want me to smash it?

Nah fuck that, hand me the hatchet.