"Somethin' Underground" lyrics
"Ay, dog"
"Ay, man" [*bark*]
"Somebody told me I could hear-" [*bark*]
"Man, put your dog upstairs"
"Shut up"
"Go lay down!"
"Somebody told me I could hear Blaze on this shit" [*bark*]
"Ay, play some, uh"
It's like fo' thirty in the mornin', (Some of that, uh) [?] fuckin' borin'
(Rydas) Everyone around me is snorin'
I'm on the websites lookin' up pornographics
Plastic freakazoids with air-brushed graphics
Hit the Juggalo sites, ninjas love the new Twiztid
And my shit! Click here in case you missed it
Hatchet Radio, and they don't play no shady hoes
It ain't about tours, TV's, or videos
It's about tunes, hotter than the sand dunes
Radio is straight poop with commercial perfumes
Look to the underground, they the dumbest around
They all listenin' to Pink while we puttin' it down
Juggalos knows what's up, (Ho) stab your guts up (Yo)
I'm cuttin' Ryan Seacrest until he shuts up (Oh)
My name is Violent J of ICP
And if you ain't bumpin' Hatchet Radio, you don't know me
Somethin', [*bark*] ("What up, though? ") play me somethin'
Wicked underground
"Put your fuckin' dog away, man!"
"Hey, get off my dog!"
"Motherfuckers can hear that comin' through!"
Somethin', [*bark*] play me somethin' ("Go lay down! ")
Wicked underground
"Put your dog away, dog" [*bark*]
"Hatchet Radio, what's up on some killa?"
"Go lay down!"
Hatchet motherfuckin' freestyles, we smoke weed piles
And piss all over radio dials
You hear that Esham? Shit, you might hear the calm
We 'bout to blow this bitch, sound the alarm
My name is big beamin', by myself I'm tag teamin' (Big beam?)
You wanna spend a day in my head, [*laughs*] you dreamin'
I wanna hear a little Jumpsteady if them punks ready
Because he shreds your brain like spaghetti sauce
Big boss, (Boss) Lavel got a couple tunes
Internet ninjas bumpin' in they bedrooms
We the clown play, kick you with my wooden leg
Your fuckin' pumpkin will explode like an egg (Fresh)
I don't wanna hear no Brian Ignite
And all that Dave Matthews band, uptight, fuck that
Play me somethin' that makes me wanna murder my neighbor
Hit me with the Hatchet flavor, come on
Somethin', [*bark*] ("You need to play my shit") play me somethin'
[*bark*] Wicked underground
"I'm about to punch your fuckin' dog in the face, man"
"Don't touch him. He's old"
Somethin', [*bark*] play me somethin' [*bark*] ("Go! ")
Wicked underground [*bark*]
"Get outta here!" [*bark*]
"Hatchet Radio!" "Leave him alone."
"Go!"
Somethin', [*bark*] play me somethin' [*bark*]
Wicked underground
"Ay, Joe. This song fucking sucks, dog. Just sayin'"
Somethin', ("Ha ha ha") play me somethin' [*bark*]
Wicked underground [*bark*]
"You actually think you sound fresh?"
"I think so"
"The dog sounds better than you"
"Ay, man" [*bark*]
"Somebody told me I could hear-" [*bark*]
"Man, put your dog upstairs"
"Shut up"
"Go lay down!"
"Somebody told me I could hear Blaze on this shit" [*bark*]
"Ay, play some, uh"
It's like fo' thirty in the mornin', (Some of that, uh) [?] fuckin' borin'
(Rydas) Everyone around me is snorin'
I'm on the websites lookin' up pornographics
Plastic freakazoids with air-brushed graphics
Hit the Juggalo sites, ninjas love the new Twiztid
And my shit! Click here in case you missed it
Hatchet Radio, and they don't play no shady hoes
It ain't about tours, TV's, or videos
It's about tunes, hotter than the sand dunes
Radio is straight poop with commercial perfumes
Look to the underground, they the dumbest around
They all listenin' to Pink while we puttin' it down
Juggalos knows what's up, (Ho) stab your guts up (Yo)
I'm cuttin' Ryan Seacrest until he shuts up (Oh)
My name is Violent J of ICP
And if you ain't bumpin' Hatchet Radio, you don't know me
Somethin', [*bark*] ("What up, though? ") play me somethin'
Wicked underground
"Put your fuckin' dog away, man!"
"Hey, get off my dog!"
"Motherfuckers can hear that comin' through!"
Somethin', [*bark*] play me somethin' ("Go lay down! ")
Wicked underground
"Put your dog away, dog" [*bark*]
"Hatchet Radio, what's up on some killa?"
"Go lay down!"
Hatchet motherfuckin' freestyles, we smoke weed piles
And piss all over radio dials
You hear that Esham? Shit, you might hear the calm
We 'bout to blow this bitch, sound the alarm
My name is big beamin', by myself I'm tag teamin' (Big beam?)
You wanna spend a day in my head, [*laughs*] you dreamin'
I wanna hear a little Jumpsteady if them punks ready
Because he shreds your brain like spaghetti sauce
Big boss, (Boss) Lavel got a couple tunes
Internet ninjas bumpin' in they bedrooms
We the clown play, kick you with my wooden leg
Your fuckin' pumpkin will explode like an egg (Fresh)
I don't wanna hear no Brian Ignite
And all that Dave Matthews band, uptight, fuck that
Play me somethin' that makes me wanna murder my neighbor
Hit me with the Hatchet flavor, come on
Somethin', [*bark*] ("You need to play my shit") play me somethin'
[*bark*] Wicked underground
"I'm about to punch your fuckin' dog in the face, man"
"Don't touch him. He's old"
Somethin', [*bark*] play me somethin' [*bark*] ("Go! ")
Wicked underground [*bark*]
"Get outta here!" [*bark*]
"Hatchet Radio!" "Leave him alone."
"Go!"
Somethin', [*bark*] play me somethin' [*bark*]
Wicked underground
"Ay, Joe. This song fucking sucks, dog. Just sayin'"
Somethin', ("Ha ha ha") play me somethin' [*bark*]
Wicked underground [*bark*]
"You actually think you sound fresh?"
"I think so"
"The dog sounds better than you"
