[Verse 1: Bootleg]
Welcome to the Psypher. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah
Snitches love to hear my name over their police scanners
I should be dessert 'cause bitch I'm nuts and bananas
Show somebody fucking with the Hatchet I don't know man
If them boys beast what the fuck that make me Conan
I'm a monster tougher than a Tonka
Your boy's sweet fuck it call him Willy Wonka
Axe to the forehead bats to the cranium
Bootleg's an animal there ain't no restraining him
Most rappers are pussy I smoke 'em like a cigarette
Bitch talking shit but gettin' beat up by a Juggalette
It's about to rain Hatchet House make it flood
How the fuck is you a killer when you're really scared of blood?
Stop playin' bitch before I come to where you live
Murder you and all the kids then burn down the crib
Who or want what with who?
Ain't no denyin' I'm a lion bitch I'm running zoo
Catch me tunin' at the strip club doin' the do
Sippin' a brew relaxin' twenty-two on my shoe
I succeed y'all fail I win y'all lose
I'm up y'all down you red I'm blue
I'm a winner you a loser you stop I'm go
I'm the answer and all you is is I don't know
Why you shootin' at the stars I'm tryna walk on the moon
And homie hatin' is a sickness hope you get well soon
(Whoop whoop)
[Verse 2: Violent J]
Fatness is my belly and beats and ego
Most hated everywhere we go
But life's questions the answers we know
As sure as titty dancers need blow
So say hello to the bad guy
We killing this shit you can't lie
I be the V-I-O oh no
L-E-N-T I'm no ho
Shaggy and me so close
On MDP full dose
I'll sew your butt shut until your guts split
Full of shit, I won't be fucked with
My spit is like acid lava
Burn through your head, ask your papa
Battle the clown, I'm fast to drop ya
A Southwest gangster, pass the chopper
You don't remember me in high school, 'cause I wasn't there
A loser millionaire
How the fuck can that be? I'll smack your pappy
I'm never happy, why the fuck you lookin' at me?
Somebody slap me, I'm ridiculous silly
Clownin' the world, meet Joey and Billy
Find me with the Juggalos rollin' a Philly
It's 'lo love for life unless a bullet will kill me
But I think not on the map like an ink blot
And there's you, a gay little pink dot
So don't hate I'm this hatchet contention
My hoes alone could have a convention
Faygo bitch, gas in the engine
We deserve something way past a mention, yeah
[Verse 3: Anybody Killa]
Uh fat knots and pop rocks on my block
Bust shots at fake cops like non stop
ABK but you can call me Killer
Native on the war path ain't no realer
Psychopath will leave you in a blood bath
Everybody on our dick that's why the world's chapped
Middle finger in the air for them haters
Because I always kick it with the greatest, Hatchets up
Old school with the brand new mind frame
College dorm room bumpin' like it's Soul Train
If you ain't down the the fam then you insane
Bob your head to this hatchet shit get brains
This ain't nothin' new
I'll have your mama shaking titties in her living room
When you're daddy's at work I'll be stoppin' through
Getting all of her attention cause that's how I do
Man, Detroit's my home, the Murder Mitt fits
If you fuckin' with the club then you better come equipped
When you see the Hatchet Man you better represent
And I should never ever ever have to say that shit again

[Verse 4: Jamie Madrox]
Yo, [stats to get me?], keep it real like pocket cash
'Cause Jamie spits so nice they wanna beat my fuckin' ass
Welcome to my craft Jenna's ass, head too big to fit your hat
So you need a Flexfit stay fitted yes I'm fat
You stay frontin' yes I'm back annihilate an attack
[One that's?] in my path get bashed and wigs peeled
Put your bumper in your back seat and you through your windshield
You ain't no home run bitch and I'm more than an out field
Homie this ain't no hobby of mine
And man your woman hands up, call me pestle because I grind
True grit and John Wayne is far from the lint
'Cause I'd rather save the bullets and wet you up with the spit
Know what I mean no coffee I'm all about the cream
I serve them like Ice Cube and do 'em No Vaseline
Thinkin' they better than me and I tell them maybe in dreams
'Cause one line of mine better than they sixteen
'Cause you're fuckin' with a creep that'll kill you off in your sleep
Like Elm St. and Freddy Krueger was an MC
No peace
[Outro]
No peace! No peace! No peace! Whoop whoop! No peace!