I'll Keep My Hatchet - Insane Clown Posse

Keep your AR-15, trash knife kept clean

Cross hair laser beam on your Ruger machine

Keep your 9 milli Luger with that hot ass red dot

I’ll keep my hatchet, swing-and-go chop

Keep that Colt pipe back or that big Desert Eagle

That weaponry dagger, carve that ass up-reload

9mili Mac10, that musket rifle that pop

And I’ll keep my hatchet, swing-and-go chop

.40 cal Smith & Wesson, that double burst

12 gauge sawed-off, murder in the first

M60, .44 Magnum, or Glock

I’ll keep my hatchet, swing-and-go chop

Wessley Richards, drop like a bolt rifle

Mauser!

Model 98 make 'em stiffle!

Swiss army knife, Bowie, machette don’t stop!

But I’ll keep my hatchet!, swing-and-go-chop

I don’t need technology, it’s not a pal of me

I don’t need artillery to feed the thrill in me

I don’t need machinery for the mean in me

I’m kind of a hands-on guy

«Hundreds of shotguns, rifles, handguns, knives of all kinds»

You better, you better, run from the Baretta

They call it «The-Kill-You-Deader,» «The Sweater Shredder»

Some blast through vests when you’re bustin' at cops

But I’ll keep my hatchet, swing-and-go chop!

Brandish super pose pump-action Mossberg

Modern model .336 will toss nerds

Colt 45 into the chamber, it dropped

But I’ll take my hatchet, swing-and-goes chop

I don’t need technology, it’s not a pal of me

(I don’t need it to get by!)

I don’t need artillery to feed the thrill in me

('Cause I can do it myself!)

I don’t need machinery for the mean in me

(It just ain’t who I am!)

I’m kind of a hands-on guy

«Hi.

I’m Heather.

Come see what I’ve got»

Blow your fuckin' head up into pieces!