My Hatchet

Me and my hatchet, me and my hatchet, Me and my hatchet, me and her go ratchet
Me and my hatchet, me and my hatchet, Me and my hatchet, me and her go ratchet

Already know I'm a Faygo squirter, Put it deep in the pussy that's murder
Texas made, clown raised, cotton candy braids, You don't want beef like a burger
Got big jugs where the juggalos at? All the clowns wanna juggle my rack
All the girls wanna eat on my snack, I'm a prize out the box like a crackerjack
You don't want smoke like Chong, let's get along I'll smack a bitch, King Kong
Paddle that bitch ping pong, I'll call your mom, ring on the door, ding dong
Ding dong, the bitch is dead She owed me bread off with her head
Ding dong, the wicked bitch is dead

Me and my hatchet, me and my hatchet, Me and my hatchet, me and her go ratchet
Me and my hatchet, me and my hatchet, Me and my hatchet, me and her go ratchet

How many chops till your brain turn to slop? Not a lot if I'm not mistaken
I set up shop with your pork chop Turn slop right back into bacon
With death on my lips, I'ma give em a kiss This ain't no threats that we makin
I sink this bitch to the bottom of the lake When I kill that shit like Jason

My hatchet is so pretty, My hatchet is so evil
My hatchet it will split you, Right down the middle
My hatchet is so big, Compared to me I'm little
And if you send me wooden pics With my hatchet, I'll whittle

Don't push me, I'm too close to the edge
I'm a little fucked up in the head
if I'm seeing red, then you're dead,
my hatchet is her, she's the best

Me and my hatchet, me and my hatchet, Me and my hatchet, me and her go ratchet
Me and my hatchet, me and my hatchet, Me and my hatchet, me and her go ratchet