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6 Foot Hatchet
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Ouija Macc
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Oh God damn it Not the hatchet thing again, bro It's happening again Ah, just let it go I can't let go of the hatchet And if I chop my arm off, it grows back Have you tried letting go? You don't understand Dead bodies bustin' out the limousine Can't f**k with celebrities Hollywood isn't all a dream I'ma put a nightmare on that movie scream (I wanna hear you scream) Six foot hatchet, and it's draggin' on the ground (On the ground) You know you dead when you hear that f**kin' sound (Hold up) Swing! Chop! Swing! Chop! Yeah, another b*t*h boy down (Yuh) Six foot hatchet, and it's draggin' on the ground (On the ground) You know you dead when you hear that f**kin' sound (Hold up) Swing! Chop! Swing! Chop! Yeah, another b*t*h boy down (Yuh) Okay, so you can't let go of it Right Have you triеd burning it? Doesn't work Blowing it up? Doesn't work, I'm trying to tell you Havе you tried killing yourself? Juggalos don't die, motherf**ker Walk up in the house, yuh Chop your nugget off your body on the couch, yuh Pop the shotty on your homie tryin' to bounce, yuh Make sure everybody soggy then we out, yuh (Aw yeah!) In a stolen Tesla Got my own, but this one gon' be a mess, yuh I'm on Melrose plowin' down Vespas Crowd so quiet you can hear their final whispers as I disperse Hit a fire hydrant, flew out that b*t*h headfirst Slid a hundred feet on my face, and the sh*t hurts Guess what landed with me, inflicted with this curse Hatchet landed with me, and homie, it gets worse Six foot hatchet, and it's draggin' on the ground (On the ground) You know you dead when you hear that f**kin' sound (Hold up) Swing! Chop! Swing! Chop! Yeah, another b*t*h boy down (Yuh) Six foot hatchet, and it's draggin' on the ground (On the ground) You know you dead when you hear that f**kin' sound (Hold up) Swing! Chop! Swing! Chop! Yeah, another b*t*h boy down (Yuh) Woke up with my face gone Six foot hatchet 'bout to get my scrape on I see a car accident with caution tape on Aw sh*t, wasn't that me on the way home? (Aw yeah!) Now I'm seeing double and doubling up death Laughing 'cause the police is cleaning up what's left I just caught a body, got blood all over my chest Ate that b*t*h's liver, got liquor all on my breath I just did a dash on the police and got fresh Nuts hanging off of the couch, I'm like what's next Ain't no time to chill, I was catchin' my f**kin' breath Hatchet pull me right out the door and it's like this Six foot hatchet, and it's draggin' on the ground (On the ground) You know you dead when you hear that f**kin' sound (Hold up) Swing! Chop! Swing! Chop! Yeah, another b*t*h boy down (Yuh) Six foot hatchet, and it's draggin' on the ground (On the ground) You know you dead when you hear that f**kin' sound (Hold up) Swing! Chop! Swing! Chop! Yeah, another b*t*h boy down (Yuh)
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