I fell in love.
He was truly sent from heaven above.
He will always pick me up when I am down,
Wicked clown.
He is down with the clown untill he's dead in the ground, and would wonder if I was one of the juggahoes,
He hated.
"No," I would say, I love a juggalo and I'd hope he loves me the same.
This hatchet love was born of a fallen angel and the devil, a match made in heaven above.
