| Song | Hatchet Execution |
| Artist | Blaze Ya Dead Homie |
| Album | 1 Less G in da Hood |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Psychopathic Family | |
| I represent | |
| Southwest, | |
| Del-Ray Jefferson | |
| Festival ridin', we deemed around the | |
| MexicanMe and | |
| Violent J, we murder heroin addicts | |
| With every different saws, screwdrivers, and automatics | |
| I like killin' anybody, | |
| I'm like Anybody | |
| KillaI'm stompin' thru yo' city like a little | |
| GodzillaI'll cut ya dick and balls off and make ya eat em' | |
| Then choke yo' ass to death so you won't even need em' | |
| Punk bitch! | |
| You ever felt like you a freak in the night? | |
| Outcasted to the shadows 'cause you don't look right | |
| Hypnotized by the eyes from the average muthaf**ka | |
| Chrome to his dome, if he cries, he's a busta | |
| There's certain rituals for bein' ghetto | |
| Keep yo' ass underground, when it's dark, go balistic | |
| I'm representin' all the crazy juggalos | |
| With a hatchet in they hand, smokin' blunts after shows | |
| Think about it, you gotta give it up to | |
| BlazeI mean the guy is f**kin' dead in 47 different ways | |
| Yet he's leavin' | |
| Heaven hangin' | |
| And chillin' with his boys | |
| At least until they get his room ready in the | |
| Nethervoid | |
| For now he hits the joint until it ain't none left | |
| Which ain't bad for a dead guy supposedly with no breath | |
| Death ain't scary, look at | |
| Blaze, he's straight | |
| Even with the maggots and all, he looks great | |
| Because I take out my hatchet and | |
| I quickly start axin' | |
| I go juggaloco like a crazy assassin | |
| Twiztid and the | |
| Posse, we say nothing confusing | |
| Why? Why? | |
| Why?It's just a hatchet execution..... | |
| A Psychopathic execution | |
| Throw it up y'all, lemme see yo' set shinin' | |
| Rhymin'For this paper, ain't nothin', get back to grindin' | |
| On the Eastside | |
| We rideAnd | |
| Drive-ByAnd i |
| zuo qu : Psychopathic Family | |
| I represent | |
| Southwest, | |
| DelRay Jefferson | |
| Festival ridin', we deemed around the | |
| MexicanMe and | |
| Violent J, we murder heroin addicts | |
| With every different saws, screwdrivers, and automatics | |
| I like killin' anybody, | |
| I' m like Anybody | |
| KillaI' m stompin' thru yo' city like a little | |
| GodzillaI' ll cut ya dick and balls off and make ya eat em' | |
| Then choke yo' ass to death so you won' t even need em' | |
| Punk bitch! | |
| You ever felt like you a freak in the night? | |
| Outcasted to the shadows ' cause you don' t look right | |
| Hypnotized by the eyes from the average muthaf ka | |
| Chrome to his dome, if he cries, he' s a busta | |
| There' s certain rituals for bein' ghetto | |
| Keep yo' ass underground, when it' s dark, go balistic | |
| I' m representin' all the crazy juggalos | |
| With a hatchet in they hand, smokin' blunts after shows | |
| Think about it, you gotta give it up to | |
| BlazeI mean the guy is f kin' dead in 47 different ways | |
| Yet he' s leavin' | |
| Heaven hangin' | |
| And chillin' with his boys | |
| At least until they get his room ready in the | |
| Nethervoid | |
| For now he hits the joint until it ain' t none left | |
| Which ain' t bad for a dead guy supposedly with no breath | |
| Death ain' t scary, look at | |
| Blaze, he' s straight | |
| Even with the maggots and all, he looks great | |
| Because I take out my hatchet and | |
| I quickly start axin' | |
| I go juggaloco like a crazy assassin | |
| Twiztid and the | |
| Posse, we say nothing confusing | |
| Why? Why? | |
| Why? It' s just a hatchet execution..... | |
| A Psychopathic execution | |
| Throw it up y' all, lemme see yo' set shinin' | |
| Rhymin' For this paper, ain' t nothin', get back to grindin' | |
| On the Eastside | |
| We rideAnd | |
| DriveByAnd i |
| zuò qǔ : Psychopathic Family | |
| I represent | |
| Southwest, | |
| DelRay Jefferson | |
| Festival ridin', we deemed around the | |
| MexicanMe and | |
| Violent J, we murder heroin addicts | |
| With every different saws, screwdrivers, and automatics | |
| I like killin' anybody, | |
| I' m like Anybody | |
| KillaI' m stompin' thru yo' city like a little | |
| GodzillaI' ll cut ya dick and balls off and make ya eat em' | |
| Then choke yo' ass to death so you won' t even need em' | |
| Punk bitch! | |
| You ever felt like you a freak in the night? | |
| Outcasted to the shadows ' cause you don' t look right | |
| Hypnotized by the eyes from the average muthaf ka | |
| Chrome to his dome, if he cries, he' s a busta | |
| There' s certain rituals for bein' ghetto | |
| Keep yo' ass underground, when it' s dark, go balistic | |
| I' m representin' all the crazy juggalos | |
| With a hatchet in they hand, smokin' blunts after shows | |
| Think about it, you gotta give it up to | |
| BlazeI mean the guy is f kin' dead in 47 different ways | |
| Yet he' s leavin' | |
| Heaven hangin' | |
| And chillin' with his boys | |
| At least until they get his room ready in the | |
| Nethervoid | |
| For now he hits the joint until it ain' t none left | |
| Which ain' t bad for a dead guy supposedly with no breath | |
| Death ain' t scary, look at | |
| Blaze, he' s straight | |
| Even with the maggots and all, he looks great | |
| Because I take out my hatchet and | |
| I quickly start axin' | |
| I go juggaloco like a crazy assassin | |
| Twiztid and the | |
| Posse, we say nothing confusing | |
| Why? Why? | |
| Why? It' s just a hatchet execution..... | |
| A Psychopathic execution | |
| Throw it up y' all, lemme see yo' set shinin' | |
| Rhymin' For this paper, ain' t nothin', get back to grindin' | |
| On the Eastside | |
| We rideAnd | |
| DriveByAnd i |