freak show {RLD}

chewie the clown here i am a juggalo now,which means i got family now, We ain't underground by accident There's only a select few that can handle this Freek shit Apparition of a poltergeist Blessed with heart But is cold as ice and broken twice Now I walk with an axe Dressed in all jet black with contacts Straight maniac Warlock, Samhain and Salem's Lot Sail through the hour glass ticking of the clockIf you don't know by now it's too late We the most serious thing on the market since date rape We the dead We don't explain or feel pain, beserko Keep it underground to maintain Bitch you better checknuts I'm doing voodoo in 66 in 6 months Ridin' in a digged out hearse with gold spokes Puffin' on 2 ton blunt with dead folks and it's like thatAxe Murderers, we don't die Serial Killas, we don't die Freeks of the Night, we don't die We get high, we don't dieComing up outta the ground From the underground covered of dirt Keep away from the mainstream lover Just want somebody to move and get hurt Got your hole up dug deep in the dirt Can't hurt? What bitch muthafuckas makin' love to the press? With a bitch name tattoed on your chest Me and muthafuckin' madrox, hauntin' the joint Bringin' death to the people who don't get the point We dont dieUh huh, we keep it real Just like a seven dollar bill Voice my opinion regardless on how you feel Freek shit It ain't about being rich It's about juggalos who runnin' with lunatics As long as y'all rock this we won't quit We do it all for y'all, I mean that shit Everyone of y'all means everything to me We breathe for y'all, that's why we call it the familyAxe Murderers, we don't die Serial Killas, we don't die Freeks of the Night, we don't die We get high, we don't dieTry to explain the element my Self inflicted pain Were not positive, uplifted Fuck you, walk a mile in our shoes Experience hard times and payin' helly dues Freek shit What I live what I breath Casted out, lean necks, like he's deceased Still trying to ban our sound Cuz supposedly it would be resurrected The dead from the hallow groundYou in the dead zone, 10 points for us You smellin' cigarette smokes right before your lungs Plus, you can't trust him But I can bust him in half Sit back and laugh for all the shit I did Can you do that? Could you school that? Better yet, I'm a wigged serial killa Type war death Freekshow, different from the rest But I, love it though Put you to the test(x4) Axe Murderers, we don't die Serial Killas, we don't die Freeks of the Night, we don't die We get high, we don't diewe juggalos dont fuck aroud and sometimes all we got is homies, and if you dont understand me dont get it, we are not a gang, we homies who listen to psycopathic records, dont ever try to step to one of us cause you get denied