Juggalo's are not gang

I say whoop whoop to the clown

shout whoop whoop if your down

and take a little trip for a minute

and listen to my spit, stay with it

They roll with a hatchet all around town

they're the one's with face paint, yes like a clown

stop tryin to call them a silly little gang,

and no theyre not just a stupid little thang.

These are real people with real lives

real children and real wives 

ready to drop guns and pick up knives

for the family they've known all they're lives

so get ready for the juggalo movement

even screamin bleedin haters aint gonna stop it

so just stay with it and dont drop it!

verse

Hatchets,homies, bong, Chain

how the hell are we a gang

we ride around making noise in our hometown

every now and then we get together for a get down

never causin too much trouble or loud sound 

ha! nevermind we make it double. and profound

just because we crazy and twizted in the head

doesnt give you a reason to want us dead

stick to what you do and stay out of our way

we dont give a damn if your straight bi or gay

its your own life, live it through and through

just shut the hell up and let us do what we do

cause we do it the best aside from the rest

hatchetmans our crest, keep him on your chest

you passed the test now enter the fest

or risk a mess all over the nest

verse

lets give you a scenario

so listen up. ready. go

its 2 am and a homie calls

he says someone wants to shoot his balls

we're wide awake and by his side

not afraid if it comes to a fight

we wont back down or run away

your crazy if you think were afraid

we know the stakes 

and we got what it takes

its family, not a gang

its blood in me, the voices rang

in your ears and past your tears

down the shoulder that got coulder

from the blood stained sound

that was sounded through the town

and up the streets

throughout the weeks

when the baby cried

when her father lied

i wanna thank you for the time 

as i write these last few lines

but soon the song must end

you will hear from me again