"Prelude" lyrics
(feat. Psychopathic Family)
(originally by N.W.A.)
The motherfuckin' saga continues!
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
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
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!
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?
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!
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!
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!
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 80s 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!
Yeah!
Everybody's on the run from the Hatchetman!
Kill 'em, Shaggs!
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!
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
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
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!
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?
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!
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!
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!
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 80s 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!
Yeah!
Everybody's on the run from the Hatchetman!
Kill 'em, Shaggs!
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!
Writer(s): Mike E. Clark, William Dail, Joseph Bruce
