My Axe by Insane Clown Posse Lyrics Meaning – Unpacking the Juggalo Anthem of Comradery and Rebellion
Lyrics
I love my Faygo, I love pills, Shaggy,
I love my buddies, my hatchetman but I love my axe
(Violent J)
My axe is my buddy, I bring him when I walk,
Me and my axe will leave your head outlined in chalk,
My axe is my buddy, he always makes me laugh,
Me and my axe cut biggots spinal cords in half,
My axe is my buddy, and when I wind him back,
Me and my axe will give your forehead a buttcrack,
My axe is my buddy, I never leave without him,
Me and my axe will leave your neck a bloody fountain,
(Violent J, and Shaggy 2 Dope)
Everybody, everybody, everybody run,
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun, (everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop, (everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop,
Everybody, everybody, everybody run,
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun, (everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop, (everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop,
(Violent J)
My axe is my buddy, we right planets wrongs,
Me and my axe leave biggots deads on richies lawns
My axe is my buddy, he never make me cry,
Me and my axe will leave a bivot for your eye,
(Violent J)
Ouch, Ouch, Ouch, Ouch
Ouch, Ouch, Ouch, Ouch
Ouch, Ouch, Ouch, Ouch,
Ouch, Ouch, Ouch, Ouch
Tylenol, Tylenol, Tylenol, Tylenol
Tylenol, Tylenol, Tylenol, Tylenol
(Violent J)
My axe is my buddy, don’t take him for a chump,
Me and my axe will leave you hopping on a stump
Everybody, everybody, everybody run,
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun, (everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop, (everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop,
Everybody, everybody, everybody run,
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun, (everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop, (everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop,
(Violent J, and Shaggy 2 Dope)
Look into the deadest tree, tell me baby what you see,
don’t’t you hear the branches cry? Asking for the reasons why,
If they hang so many men, from the branches off of them,
Why did humans make them play, with them in their evil way,
Look into the moons beam, can you fathom what its seen?
Bodies draging from a truck, driven by a biggot fuck,
Why you think that heavens cry, acid rain and blizzard sky
Ain’t no covering tracks, and that’s why I’m here, and oh yes..
(Violent J)
My axe is my buddy, he’ll thump into your head,
Me and my axe will make your white pony’s red,
My axe is my buddy, you let that ditzy wave
Me and my axe will fuck your mother on your grave
(Violent J)
Ouch, Ouch, Ouch, Ouch
Ouch, Ouch, Ouch, Ouch
Ouch, Ouch, Ouch, Ouch,
Ouch, Ouch, Ouch, Ouch
Tylenol, Tylenol, Tylenol, Tylenol
Tylenol, Tylenol, Tylenol, Tylenol
(Violent J)
My axe is my buddy, we both cry with the trees
Me and my axe will bring the devil to his knees
Everybody, everybody, everybody run,
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun, (everybody dies)
Swing swing, chop chop chop, (everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop,
Everybody, everybody, everybody run,
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun, (everybody dies)
Sw-ii-ing , chop chop chop, (everybody dies)
Swiiiiii-ing, chop chop chop,
Everybody, everybody, everybody run,
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun, (everybody dies)
Swing-a-ling ling , chop chop chop, (everybody dies)
Swi-ii-ing, chop chop chop,
Everybody, everybody, everybody run,
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun, (everybody dies)
Swing-a-ling ling , chop chop chop, (everybody dies)
Swing-a-ling ling , chop chop chop
Insane Clown Posse (ICP), a name synonymous with the subculture of the ‘Juggalos,’ weaves narratives that often push the boundaries of conventional music and shock value. Their track ‘My Axe’ is no different, serving as a multi-layered allegory wrapped in the visceral imagery and the raw energy characteristic of the horrorcore genre.
Amid the seemingly graphic content, ‘My Axe’ holds a deeper connotation that extends beyond its literal lyrics. The song encapsulates themes of loyalty, retribution, and the close-knit bond between ICP and their fans. By examining ‘My Axe’ through a diligent lens, we uncover the complexities and the hidden statements ICP communicates to the misfits and the marginalized.
An Ode to the Unconventional: Unveiling the Camaraderie
The repeated mantra ‘My axe is my buddy’ resonates as an anthem of fellowship. While on the surface it may appear as a glorification of violence, the axe symbolizes the bond between Violent J, Shaggy 2 Dope, and their followers. This is a declaration of unyielding loyalty and unwavering support, reflecting the deeply rooted sense of belonging within the Juggalo community.
In their world, the axe is not merely a tool for harm but a metaphorical extension of themselves. This shared identification with the axe signifies unity against societal judgment and the collective resilience of those who stand outside mainstream acceptance.
Chopping Down Bigotry: The Song’s Stand Against Injustice
A closer look at the lyrics reveals ICP’s attack on bigotry. The verses ‘Me and my axe leave bigots dead on richies lawns’ and ‘Bodies dragging from a truck, driven by a bigot fuck’ are vivid depictions of the group’s disdain for hate and oppression. ICP interweaves social commentary with the graphic imagery, taking a bold stance against racism and discrimination.
The song becomes an outlet for anger and a plea for justice, positioning the axe as a metaphorical weapon for fighting back against the societal ills that they and their fanbase often confront. ICP turns the tables, putting the oppressors in the victims’ shoes, challenging listeners to contemplate the horrors of hate-crimes and systemic injustice.
Nature’s Witness: The Hidden Meaning Behind the Sorrowful Trees
In the passage that touches upon hanging men from trees and heavens crying acid rain, there’s a sorrowful critique on environmental destruction and disregard for life. The band is likely referencing the lynchings of African Americans in the United States and the deafening silence of nature that bears witness to such atrocities.
This section of the song explores the twisted relationship humans have with nature—highlighting the hypocrisy of appreciating its beauty while exploiting it for ‘evil ways.’ The powerful visuals serve to not only convey the horror of these acts but also as a reminder of history’s scars etched into the natural world.
Memorable Lines: Raw Energy as a Channel for Narration
Lines like ‘Everybody, everybody, everybody run, murdering, murdering, murdering fun’ are intended to incite a visceral reaction. This uncensored lyrical approach is a staple in ICP’s storytelling, pushing the envelope and demanding the listener’s full attention.
The usage of ‘fun’ in this context is ironic, confronting the romanticization of violence in media. Moreover, it reflects Juggalos’ taste for horror entertainment, effectively using shock to both engage and make a point. The repeating ‘swing, chop, chop’ chants reinforce the song’s infectious rhythm and add to the thrill of ICP’s typically frenetic live performances.
A Painful Potion of Irony: Tylenol Versus Violence
In juxtaposing the repetition of the word ‘Tylenol’ with graphic violence, ICP invokes an ironical yet thought-provoking commentary. While Tylenol represents a pain reliever for common ailments, it stands powerless against the pain inflicted by hatred and bigotry.
The impotency of this over-the-counter remedy against societal wounds metaphorically underscores the need for a stronger solution – a call to rise above complacency and tackle the roots of injustice. It’s a bitter pill to swallow within the context of rampant prejudice and serves to highlight the ineffectiveness of simple remedies to complex problems.
