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Lyrics

[Verse 1 - gritty trap 808s, rain-soaked vinyl crackle, low menacing male rap]
We crawled out the gutters with blades in our fists,
Paint still drippin’ from the faces we kissed,
Juggalo bloodline thicker than the mud we was raised in,
You swing at my brother, whole carnival blazin’.
Moonlight on the chrome where the hatchet swings true,
Every scar on my chest got a story ’bout you,
We rose from the sewers wearin’ war paint and rags,
Now the whole world watchin’ while the family stacks bags.

[Pre-Chorus - half-time snare roll, distant carnival organ, hushed female harmonies]
If you fuck with the one then you fuck with the all,
We don’t fall, we just answer the call,
Hatchets high in the dark, hearts colder than steel,
Love so violent it’s the only thing real.

[Chorus - dark trap beat drops, distorted 808s, dual male/female rap-sung hook]
Juggalo family rise from the dirt and the rain,
Hatchets swingin’ with pride through the blood and the pain,
Fuck with one, fuck with all, we don’t ever forget,
We the ones that you love, we the ones that you dread.
Juggalo family, we rise, we ignite,
In the dark we still glow with that wicked moonlight,
Hatchet held high, love twisted and true,
Juggalo till I die, and I’d die for you.

[Verse 2 - heavier bass, reversed carnival samples, aggressive male rap]
We kiss with the same lips that spit out the venom,
Loyalty lethal, every promise a weapon,
From the trailer-park tombs to the highways at night,
We still holdin’ each other when the whole world bites.
Your name on my blade, my heart on your sleeve,
We don’t need heaven, we got family to bleed,
So swing if you want, we already won,
’Cause love in the gutter still weighs a ton.

[Bridge - beat strips to distant kick and vinyl noise, intimate male/female trade-off]
You can break every bone but the bond stays intact,
Hatchet in my grip, and your name on the back,
Dark romance in the rust, every cut feels like home,
I’ll rise from the gutter just to carry you home.

[Final Chorus - full beat returns, layered screams and ad-libs, anthemic and menacing]
Juggalo family rise from the dirt and the rain,
Hatchets swingin’ with pride through the blood and the pain,
Fuck with one, fuck with all, we don’t ever forget,
We the ones that you love, we the ones that you dread.
Juggalo family, we rise, we ignite,
In the dark we still glow with that wicked moonlight,
Hatchet held high, love twisted and true,
Juggalo till I die… and I’d die for you.