[Intro]
Then there came a day
A day unlike any other when a trio of undergrounds fighting as heroes reunited against a common threat
Known as the industry
And on that day, the three of them united to become the Underground Avengers
To fight foes no single hero could withstand

[Chorus: Underground Avengers]
[Boondox] This is for the scarecrows, woo woo
[Bukshot] This is for my weirdos, what what
[ClaAs] This is for the claasholes, fuck you
To anybody that’s hating or trynna stop what we do
[Boondox] This is for the scarecrows, woo woo
[Bukshot] This-this-this is for my weirdos, what what what
[ClaAs] This is for the claasholes, fuck you
[All] To anybody that’s hating or trynna stop what we do

[Verse 1: Boondox]
Juice up the arc reactor Boondox is online
You don’t wanna battlе with a war machine a heavy metal mothеrfucker with a blown mind
This dude be high-tech keep y’all a nervous wreck
Stockpiling ammunition with a medic condition and enough force trauma to break yo neck
Stay skunk-ass drunk and eccentric, I’m flying F.U.I
And if you want some, come get it
Ain’t nothing but F you and I
I’m rolling out of control, don’t need no reason why
Repulsor raised to your motherfucking face in the form of a chrome HK45
A one man army but teaming up sometime necessary
With Buk and Claas on my side this team is very scary
Situation is very hairy, UGA is never wary
Bulldogging competition leaving bitches in cemeteries
Strap on the armor blade, Avengers here to save the day
Lock up the wiser kids, ’cause there gon’ be some hell to pay
This shit is really real and we ain’t got no time for fake
.30-06 and a crucifix, three down and south fuckers so you know we don’t play

[Boondox] This is for the scarecrows, woo woo
[Bukshot] This is for my weirdos, what what
[ClaAs] This is for the claasholes, fuck you
To anybody that’s hating or trynna stop what we do
[Boondox] This is for the scarecrows, woo woo
[Bukshot] This-this-this is for my weirdos, what what what
[ClaAs] This is for the claasholes, fuck you
[All] To anybody that’s hating or trynna stop what we do

[Verse 2: Bukshot]
I do it for the underground and all my weirdos (yeah yeah)
I do it for my villains and my superheroes (c’mon)
I do it for my Juggalos and all my Juggalettes (woop woop)
I do it for my people banging this and breaking necks (hey)
The simple fact is, most of y’all some actors
Acting like you got something you don’t to me is wack shit
Fucking wannabes you shoulda done your math kid (let’s go)
You don’t want to rumble with the Hulk I like to smash shit (SMASH)
Does anybody out there really wanna prove a point?
Cause most of you don’t have enough hustle to move a joint (hell naw)
I promise they don’t want to meet face-to-face and bumping heads (ugh)
And y’all don’t wanna see the weirdo when he’s blinking red (grrr)
Cause I get violent like Joe, Bruce
Grand Theft Auto in this bitch we talking no rules
You want a war, we’ll go to war I’m talking no truce
And I’ve been so hungry for a fight they’d swear I stole food (hahaha)

[Chorus: Underground Avengers]
[Boondox] This is for the scarecrows, woo woo
[Bukshot] This is for my weirdos, what what
[ClaAs] This is for the claasholes, fuck you
To anybody that’s hating or trynna stop what we do
[Boondox] This is for the scarecrows, woo woo
[Bukshot] This-this-this is for my weirdos, what what what
[ClaAs] This is for the claasholes, fuck you
[All] To anybody that’s hating or trynna stop what we do

[Verse 3: ClaAs]
Yeah
Say hello the Avengers repping that underground
You can hear us coming, we rumble witness that thunder pound
Haters give that one-around
Ladies trying to get us down
We stay on our grind, it’s our time
Got ’em like no wonder now
Funny how the mainstream don’t want it, these kids, they love our shit
Keeping news alive, I ain’t trynna run that redundance bit
Killed us like a murder, observe and tell ’em to rest in peace
Me, Bukshot and Boondox the underground now has reached its peak
Teaming up to save it, this shit’s amazing
The mission’s clear
We all are vagrants and we’ve been waiting to reappear
They wanna hate it, they’re facing powers much greater we’re
Bout to make it clear these weak mu’fuckers are finished here
This is beginnings so marvel at what we’re doing
We’re taking over this game, gon’ leave these bitches in ruins, yeah
The captain’s back, red and black
Best believe we’re stacked
I don’t need a plan of attack, I got a plan, attack

[Chorus: Underground Avengers]
[Boondox] This is for the scarecrows, woo woo
[Bukshot] This is for my weirdos, what what
[ClaAs] This is for the claasholes, fuck you
To anybody that’s hating or trynna stop what we do
[Boondox] This is for the scarecrows, woo woo
[Bukshot] This-this-this is for my weirdos, what what what
[ClaAs] This is for the claasholes, fuck you
[All] To anybody that’s hating or trynna stop what w

[Intro: Vincent Bugliosi]
You’re about to see a dramatization of actual facts in which some of the names have been changed, but the story is true. If it were not true, it would not be believable, for it is surely one of the most bizarre chapters in the history of crime. We may not like to accept the fact that people such as some of those in the story of Helter Skelter exist in our life, and yet, they do. And while they do, we cannot say that the story of Helter Skelter has ended

[Verse 1: Bukshot]
There is nothing random (no), everything is certain
Puppets come in tandem, family members hurting
I’m the one that planned ’em (yeah), man behind the curtain (oh)
Murder’s what I hand ’em, leave the body squirting (mmm)
UFOs are landing (ah) agents are diverting
Lack of understanding as they hunt for missing persons (let’s go)
Last man standing (yeah) then I start berserking
Maniac in action, ain’t no one rehearsing (nope)
Should have read the captions, paranormal searching (searching)
Ghost-ship captain, in the shadows lurking (lurking)
I’m what happens when evil starts merging (merging)
Unleash the Kraken, see these arms dispersing (come on)
Invade your mansion, time to start working (yeah)
Charles Manson you’re dealing with the worst one (hell yeah)
Just imagine what happens when the hearse comes (ah)
I’m not laughing, and haven’t been since verse one

[Bridge: Charlie “Charles” Manson]
These children that come at you with knives, they are your children. You taught them. I didn’t teach them. I just tried to help them stand up. The people you call my family. The people you didn’t want. People alongside the road that their parents had kicked out. Welcome to Helter Skelter

[Verse 2: Bukshot]
Embrace the darkness, mentally unstable (grr)
Chopping up a carcass at the kitchen table (yeah)
Appreciate the heartless, bring some jumper cables (let’s go)
Watch me as I start shit with these record labels (come on)
Feeling like the hardest, I can and I’m able (yeah)
Fuck these other artists, give ’em something fatal (fatal)
My mind’s a thesaurus, words start to mangle (mangle)
Everyone’s a target, never been an angel (naw)
Leave my victims screaming, kinda like Kratos (yeah)
Labeled me a demon, what the fuck do they know? (huh)
Pain was the reason, slap ’em like Maino (yeah)
Murder is the season, cut ’em up like Kano (haha)
Greedy and I’m thieving, never had a halo (nope)
Ain’t nobody leaving till I got they pesos (that’s right)
Villains are deceiving, molded like Play-Doh (yeah)
Haters stay grieving, I’m evil like Thanos (evil)

[Outro: Charlie “Charles” Manson]
It’s not going to be long before you all kill yourselves because you’re all crazy, and you can project it by calling me. But I’m only what lives in each and every one of you. My father’s a jailhouse, my father’s your sister. I’m a reflection of you. I’m what you made me

[Verse 1: Violent J]
Tell me, what the fuck you gonna tell a vet, a boss?
………. yet? You lost
You underestimated, weak expectations
We superceeded all of that, fat all in the map
With that (ooh), like we brand new
We schoolin, freak it the whole game
Feelin’ like a fool for speakin’
But we ain’t tryna win any awards, make fake friends
Exploding below the streets, earthquake
In this … shed networking and digging tunnels
Invading the industry, hijacking the channels
The hatchet and hard truth, part proof that lives
Among the mass contention, the system gives
If you attackin’ back with axes, gats and hatchets
Bust ‘n doing backflips by any means tactics
Get it, their head all in the way? Split it
Always leave one alive so they can tell ’em you did it
And then we

[Hook]
We break bread, make bread, take bread
They said, that we couldn’t do it
But we still here surviving the game
We ride and we grind, survivin’ they try to
Keep our voice quiet, but we still here survivin’ the game
From killa county to the motor city rollin’
We holdin’ ’em steady underground heaters
And we still here survivin’ the game
It ain’t nothing but a thing to us
It ain’t nothing but a thing to bust
We crush ’em

[Verse 2: Shaggy 2 Dope]
It ain’t nothing but a thing to spit fire
The real shit don’t expire we at a high wire
Pullin’ tricks ‘n stunts we done only hit once
Electrocute the industry every six months
We get on this bitch but we don’t want it
Keep the Lotus low love don’t flaunt it
Another Juggalo hit bitch I’m on it
And if I ever won a Grammy I’d pawn it
You wanna know about this?
Well I doubt this you wanna diss
Cause what you love ain’t about shit
We not only survive but thrive and blast
And never stop like “Ah, at last”
Puttin’ in work self-made experts
Show this played out scene how the next works
Ambition, that’s what got these ho’s dissin’
Thowin’ weak ass blows and all week missin’

[Hook]
We break bread, make bread, take bread
They said, that we couldn’t do it
But we still here surviving the game
We ride and we grind, survivin’ they try to
Keep our voice quiet, but we still here survivin’ the game
From killa county to the motor city rollin’
We holdin’ ’em steady underground heaters
And we still here survivin’ the game
It ain’t nothing but a thing to us
It ain’t nothing but a thing to bust
We crush ’em

[Verse 3: Paris]
Dough gotta cut, let me introduce
To the Juggalo nation ain’t no substitute
For the original hard truth soldier it’s on
I get the strap of the wreck and get yo motherfuckin’ back blown
The revolutionary pro hitter
Spittin’ hard truth bricks over street slaps we get wit’ ya
With 4 million sold …
It ain’t a thing for me to post and reach across the motherfuckin Nile
Motor city get yo grib tight
‘n recognise the arcitect that sparked the light
Crack the code, show the whole world the power of truth
Now motherfucker can you buy that too? I guess ruthless
I see the bitch in them ho’s they get nervous
‘Cause I’m N.W.A. but with a purpose
In these days and times all fake raps and media traps keep it underground
Guerilla attack

[Hook]
We break bread, make bread, take bread
They said, that we couldn’t do it
But we still here surviving the game
We ride and we grind, survivin’ they try to
Keep our voice quiet, but we still here survivin’ the game
From killa county to the motor city rollin’
We holdin’ ’em steady underground heaters
And we still here survivin the game
It ain’t nothing but a thing to us
It ain’t nothing but a thing to bust
We crush ’em
We break bread, make bread, take bread
They said, that we couldn’t do it
But we still here surviving the game
We ride and we grind, survivin’ they try to
Keep our voice quiet, but we still here survivin’ the game
From killa county to the motor city rollin’
We holdin’ ’em steady underground heaters
And we still here survivin the game
It ain’t nothing but a thing to us
It ain’t nothing but a thing to bust
We crush ’em

[Verse 4: Paris]
It’s like a blast fast massacre, mass than blast faster
‘n slash your whole status, you’re staff ’cause y’all have had it
I crash through with mac-mooze(??) attack fools with the black tool
With the hard truth for the grass roots and greet y’all with that Whoop Whoop!
It’s MC’in, I’m seein’ ’em eatin’ them notice
It’s no supposing just quotable quotes I wrote ’em
Fuck around in the arena, I’m meaner, supreme ‘n leaner
I seen ’em slippin’, I rip ’em, I’m set trippin’ ‘n blitz in your system
Juggalos know the best they, recognise my essay
Comin’ deep as essays, I’m S.A
The moral of the story’s like Maury, I am the father
Split your wig back, bullshit raps don’t even bother
Take your motherfuckers back to battlin’
I’m battlin’, known to make ’em scatter when spittin’ gangster chattering
All up in your gathering, back I’m with that black on snatch
‘n crack your backbone, bitch don’t even act on
Write a check ‘n make your whole crew bounce
Fake rappers wanna give me a pound
Can’t fuck around with that wanna-g, wannabee-itus it’s like a virus
Sign they ass into the clinic, g shit I be the venom, hit him up, for sinnin’
Run, protect yo women, Juggalettes know, recognise the true’s for jokes
Let a soldier do his thing when I’m in yo scene
Kiss the pinky ring now motherfucker I’m anti-bling
And I take bread ‘n make bread, what they said
And all that, but stall that, I never change the format
Recall that, when this drop, I am Hip-Hop
So fuck what you claimin’, hard truth don’t stop
So before you fix your mouth and say that you ain’t heard
The A-R after the P before the I-S served
No I put you up on gang cook, ain’t have a skirt
From my mouth to your motherfuckin’ ears now that’s my word

Verse 1: Mr. Grey]
I stare straight into infinity
I have a habit to hate you, it may be my only ability
I only see red, everything else painted black
Serious like a heart attack, clogged up artery plaque
Walk with me in Hell, dance in the darkness
Inhale the cursed spell, become a heartless
The devil spits the lie, he tries to incite
To see the heavens burn, in his eyes, deicidе
Drag you back to hell, I’m hot shit, bitch
You ain’t with the piss, chuck ’em in thе pit
Fall into the void as the shadow rips
Another soul destroyed and we the catalyst

[Pre-Chorus: Mr. Grey]
Staring at the floor with the pieces of my soul (Rot in piss!)
No bottom no more, I’m a bottomless hole (Bottomless!)
Laid out on the floor and my soul being sold (In the pit!)
No bottom no more, I’m a bottomless hole (Bottomless!)

[Chorus: Mr. Grey & Lo Key]
In The Pit!
We just want to bring you to a place we call The Pit!
Nobody can hear you, now your screams are there The Pit!
Where all you know is suffering, the motherfucking Pit!
This is the pit! This is the pit!
We just want to bring you to a place we call The Pit!
Nobody can hear you, now your screams are there The Pit!
Where all you know is suffering, the motherfucking Pit!
This is the pit! This is the pit!

[Verse 2: Bukshot]
Evil comes in threes, the witching hour rises
Put in work for blood money and I’m raising prices (And I’m raising prices)
Cutthroat to the bone make a sacrifice
On a throne made of bones giving bad advice
King Nothing, crown came from disrespect
Traveled from The Shadowlands, bitch you ain’t seen nothing yet (Nothing yet)
Unholy man from a home of violence
Cutting tongues off, a way to guarantee silence (Silence)
Sewing eyelids, no witness to evil
Icepick through the eardrum leave ’em fetal (Leave ’em fetal)
You know the drill, the druids are watching you
The Pit will open up soon enough to swallow you

[Chorus: Mr. Grey & Lo Key]
In The Pit!
We just want to bring you to a place we call The Pit!
Nobody can hear you, now your screams are there The Pit!
Where all you know is suffering, the motherfucking Pit!
This is the pit! This is the pit!
We just want to bring you to a place we call The Pit!
Nobody can hear you, now your screams are there The Pit!
Where all you know is suffering, the motherfucking Pit!
This is the pit! This is the pit!

[Verse 3: Lo Key]
Roam among the souls governing this pit of bones
Are you really wicked like we wicked? Are you made of stone?
The blood moon rises casting red upon the land
We intricately innovate that wicked shit you understand
And all the rest, lips sewn shut, no fucks given
It’s a symphony of buildings getting blown up
Filling us with energy created by the screams of those
Who tried to go approach the most unholy trio, living hope
You think you battle ready? All my goons got black machetes
Waiting in the wings to kick your door and spitting something deadly
Begging us for mercy but we turn you to a gory medley
Welcome to Cabal, bitch, signed sincerely, Lokavelli

[Pre-Chorus: Mr. Grey]
Staring at the floor with the pieces of my soul (Rot in piss!)
No bottom no more, I’m a bottomless hole (Bottomless!)
Laid out on the floor and my soul being sold (In the pit!)
No bottom no more, I’m a bottomless hole (Bottomless!)

[Chorus: Mr. Grey & Lo Key]
In The Pit!
We just want to bring you to a place we call The Pit!
Nobody can hear you, now your screams are found The Pit!
Where all you know is suffering, the motherfucking Pit!
This is the pit! This is the pit!
We just want to bring you to a place we call The Pit!
Nobody can hear you, now your screams are found The Pit!
Where all you know is suffering, the motherfucking Pit!
This is the pit! This is the pit!