Blaze has been in the game for many years now. From his earliest beginnings… Read Full Bio ↴Blaze has been in the game for many years now. From his earliest beginnings in his previous group "2 Krazy Devils" which consisted of Blaze himself and Skrapz of Level Jumpers. Blaze was then known as Psycho C and Skrapz was known as Krazie. The group had the production of Twiztid's former rap partner The R.O.C. 2 Krazy Devils never really evolved and soon became known as "The Sleepwalkaz". Blazes name switched to The Sandman.

The Sleepwalkaz much like 2 Krazy Devils never really went anywhere and the group was forced to split up. Skrapz went on to do another project with the R.O.C and Blaze went on to hookup with Twiztid and form I.S.I. I.S.I never really did much, a few tracks were recorded by the group but when Violent J of the Insane Clown Posse approached Twiztid for a record deal on Psychopathic Records, they gladly took the offer. This was after the fact that I.S.I as recording artist were pretty much done with and basically had just become a crew of homeboys from the 7 Mile (Twiztid's old neighborhood).

Blaze kept doin his thing underground until Twiztid was able to offer him a solo career on Psychopathic. Blaze accepted and was soon on his way to underground stardom. He recorded his first self titled album on Psychopathic. Blaze has the sound of an old school hardcore ruthless street thug from the early 90's. Blaze's next album was his first length LP called "1 Less G In The Hood cuz i shot that guy in the face with an hatchet". This release was a little more experimental in Blaze's sound. Some guitar was thrown in the mix but all in all the album still stayed true to the "gangsta" image Blaze had created. After he released his 2nd album, he retired for about a year. He then came back into the business, becoming a member of the supergroup Dark Lotus and also recorded his third solo album 'Tha Undying' under his new name Colton Grundy.

Blaze and his label mate Anybody Killa are very close friends, and ABK has been Blaze's hypeman at numerous live shows. ABK and Blaze have since formed a group called Drive-By. Pony Down (Prelude) was released early October 2005. This album has extreme bass lines and has a slower old school sound.

Since ABK has left Psychopathic Records, it is yet to be seen what will happen with the project. As of the latest Gathering of the Juggalos (2006), it was officialy confirmed that Drive-By was 'dead'..

Discography

2 Krazie Devils
-Flipped Insanity (1996)

Blaze Ya Dead Homie
-Blaze Ya Dead Homie EP (2000)
-1 Less G N Da Hood (2001)
-Psychopathics from Outer Space 2 (2003)
-Colton Grundy: The Undying (2004)
-1 Less G N Da Hood : Deluxe G Edition (2006)
-Clockwork Grey (2007)

Drive-By
-Pony Down (2005)

Internet and Concert Singles

-Children of the Wasteland(2001)
-Foo Dang (2002)
-Dead Body Man (2002)
-Mama, I Ain't Changed (2004)
-Look Out (2006)

Hatchet Execution
Blaze Ya Dead Homie Lyrics

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I represent Southwest, Del-Ray Jefferson
Festival ridin', we deemed around the Mexican
Me and Violent J, we murder heroin addicts
With every different saws, screwdrivers, and automatics
I like killin' anybody, I'm like Anybody Killa
I'm stompin' through yo' city like a little Godzilla
I'll cut ya dick and balls off and make ya eat em'
Then choke yo' ass to death so you won't even need em'

Punk bitch!

You ever felt like you a freak in the night?
Outcasted to the shadows 'cause you don't look right
Hypnotized by the eyes from the average muthafucka
Chrome to his dome, if he cries, he's a busta
There's certain rituals for bein' ghetto
Keep yo' ass underground, when it's dark, go balistic
I'm representin' all the crazy juggalos
With a hatchet in they hand, smokin' blunts after shows

Think about it, you gotta give it up to Blaze
I mean the guy is fuckin' dead in 47 different ways
Yet he's leavin' Heaven hangin'
And chillin' with his boys
At least until they get his room ready in the Nethervoid
For now he hits the joint until it ain't none left
Which ain't bad for a dead guy supposedly with no breath
Death ain't scary, look at Blaze, he's straight
Even with the maggots and all, he looks great

Because I take out my hatchet and I quickly start axin'
I go juggaloco like a crazy assassin
Twiztid and the Posse, we say nothing confusing
Why? Why? Why?
It's just a hatchet execution.....
A Psychopathic execution

Throw it up y'all, lemme see yo' set shinin'
Rhymin'
For this paper, ain't nothin', get back to grindin'
On the Eastside
We ride
And Drive-By
And if you actin' live, kiss yo' mama and wave her bye-bye
I try
To get along and it don't work
I love to hurt
Whip out the pistol and do the dirt
I lay em' all down, shootin' in crowds and head-bustin'
Have yo' people cussin'
He shot that muthafucka for nothin'

I'm that dead body walkin' retarded and crazy
And I'm down to bust shots at cops on the daily
Still claimin' Eastside but sides ain't shit
'cause we all got love for the muthafuckin' hatchet
I got a little problem with actin' a fool
I get Violent like J and then I spray up the room
Unfadable, real G's never goin' out
So I died, now I'm back, and I blast, and I'm out!

Rock N Rye with Hennessy
Dirty sex in alleyways
Chillin' with the heads, drug dealers, and the runaways
Killa, put yo' gun away
Don't make me take yo' life
Type of muthafucka bring an axe to a gunfight
Represent the family with the utmost pride
And we runnin' with a hatchet, muthafucka, do or die
Die muthafucka is what I'm screamin' when they go
And 187 on a muthafuckin' juggahoe!

Because I take out my hatchet and I quickly start axin'
I go juggaloco like a crazy assassin
Twiztid and the Posse, we say nothing confusing
Why? Why? Why?
It's just a hatchet execution.....
A Psychopathic execution...
It's just a hatchet execution....
A Psychopathic execution...

Man, fuck that, that ain't the end of this shit. I been waitin' a long time
for this muthafuckin' album to drop and I gotta send a couple shouts out to
my muthafuckin' homies: Alex Abbiss, Billy Bill, muthafuckin' Stef, Dirk, my
homie Jumpsteady...my muthafuckin' partner Rude Boy...my muthafuckin' homie
Tom Dub...Psychopathic Patrick...muthafuckin' Jelly Nuts...Pickles...N-Cubed
in this muthafucka...Barry, Matt Nips, Steve, Jeremy, Matt, Eric, and
muthafuckin' Adam....hey, hold up, what the fuck you doin' man? You better
turn that muthafuckin' music back on, I ain't done yet....Nate The Mack,
Violent J, Shaggy 2 Dope, Monoxide, Jamie Madrox, my homie Anybody
Killa...that one crazy muthafucka Jeff....Tall Jess....Mike P....J Dirty,
muthafuckin' Rah-Rah....my homie Synn....my homies in muthafuckin' Dark Lotus
and Psychopathic Rydas....Big Baby Sweets, Sugar Beat, Stank and Poot,
Moonglorious, Southern Crumpet, my homie Krayzie Bone from muthafuckin' Bone
Thugs, and the Triple Six Mafia in this muthafucka! And that's Psychopathic

till the day we die, BITCH!!!!............Oh yeah, and I gotta say wassup to
my muthafuckin' homies, THE JUGGALOS, bumpin' this shit right now!! YEAH!!

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Blaze Ya Dead Homie's song Hatchet Execution contain various themes common in horrorcore rap music, such as violence, death, and rebellion against authority. The first verse seems to glorify violence, with the rapper claiming to murder heroin addicts with various tools and to cut off someone's genitalia before making them eat it. He also claims to be like a little Godzilla, stomping through the city. The second verse addresses feelings of alienation and distrust towards the average person, and advocates for staying underground and being part of the "ghetto." The chorus then repeats the phrase "It's just a hatchet execution," which can be interpreted as a reference to their association with the hatchet man logo of Insane Clown Posse.

The song has been criticized for promoting violence and drug use, but it has also been praised for its catchy beats and overall sound. Some have seen it as a representation of the juggalo subculture, which is known for its devotion to horrorcore rap and the Insane Clown Posse.

Line by Line Meaning

I represent Southwest, Del-Ray Jefferson
I am representing the Southwest and Del-Ray Jefferson areas

Festival ridin', we deemed around the Mexican
We ride around the festival with our Mexican friends

Me and Violent J, we murder heroin addicts
Me and Violent J kill heroin addicts

With every different saws, screwdrivers, and automatics
We use different weapons like saws, screwdrivers, and automatics to kill them

I like killin' anybody, I'm like Anybody Killa
I like killing anyone, just like Anybody Killa

I'm stompin' through yo' city like a little Godzilla
I am moving through your city and causing destruction, like a little Godzilla

I'll cut ya dick and balls off and make ya eat em'
I will remove your genitals and make you eat them

Then choke yo' ass to death so you won't even need em'
Then, I will choke you to death so you won't have any use for them

Punk bitch!
Insult directed to someone

You ever felt like you a freak in the night?
Have you ever felt like a freak in the night?

Outcasted to the shadows 'cause you don't look right
Being isolated in the shadows because you don't look normal

Hypnotized by the eyes from the average muthafucka
Easily influenced by people because they look normal

Chrome to his dome, if he cries, he's a busta
I will shoot him in the head, and if he cries, he is a coward

There's certain rituals for bein' ghetto
There are certain things to do when you're from the ghetto

Keep yo' ass underground, when it's dark, go ballistic
Stay hidden, and when it's dark, go crazy

I'm representin' all the crazy juggalos
I am representing all the crazy fans of the Insane Clown Posse

With a hatchet in they hand, smokin' blunts after shows
They are holding hatchets and smoking blunts after shows

Think about it, you gotta give it up to Blaze
You have to acknowledge Blaze's talent

I mean the guy is fuckin' dead in 47 different ways
Blaze is supposed to be dead in 47 different ways

Yet he's leavin' Heaven hangin'
Despite being dead, he is still having a great time

And chillin' with his boys
Hanging out with his friends

At least until they get his room ready in the Nethervoid
Until his room is ready in the afterlife

For now he hits the joint until it ain't none left
Now he smokes a joint until it is gone

Which ain't bad for a dead guy supposedly with no breath
It's impressive that he can smoke despite being dead

Death ain't scary, look at Blaze, he's straight
Blaze isn't scared of death

Even with the maggots and all, he looks great
He looks fine even with maggots on him

Because I take out my hatchet and I quickly start axin'
I am quick to use my hatchet and start chopping people

I go juggaloco like a crazy assassin
I go crazy like an assassin

Twiztid and the Posse, we say nothing confusing
Me, Twiztid, and the Posse don't say anything complicated

Why? Why? Why?
Repeating 'why' for emphasis

It's just a hatchet execution.....
This is just a hatchet killing

A Psychopathic execution
Executing in a crazy and violent way

Throw it up y'all, lemme see yo' set shinin'
Put your hands up and show your gang signs

Rhymin'
Rapping

For this paper, ain't nothin', get back to grindin'
Money isn't everything, go back to your work

On the Eastside
Representing the Eastside

We ride
We ride around

And Drive-By
We shoot while we drive by

And if you actin' live, kiss yo' mama and wave her bye-bye
If you want to start something, say goodbye to your family

I try
I attempt to

To get along and it don't work
I try to cooperate but it never works

I love to hurt
I enjoy causing pain

Whip out the pistol and do the dirt
Pull out the gun and start shooting

I lay em' all down, shootin' in crowds and head-bustin'
I shoot everyone in the crowd and aim for headshots

Have yo' people cussin'
Make your people swear and curse at me

He shot that muthafucka for nothin'
He killed that person for no reason

I'm that dead body walkin' retarded and crazy
I'm walking like a dead body, but I am also crazy

And I'm down to bust shots at cops on the daily
I am always prepared to shoot at cops

Still claimin' Eastside but sides ain't shit
I still represent the Eastside even though it doesn't matter

'cause we all got love for the muthafuckin' hatchet
We all respect the hatchet

I got a little problem with actin' a fool
I have a problem behaving appropriately

I get Violent like J and then I spray up the room
I become violent like Violent J and start shooting everything

Unfadable, real G's never goin' out
I am unfading, and real gangsters never die

So I died, now I'm back, and I blast, and I'm out!
I died and came back, and now I'm shooting and leaving

Rock N Rye with Hennessy
Drinking Rock N Rye and Hennessy

Dirty sex in alleyways
Having dirty sex in alleys

Chillin' with the heads, drug dealers, and the runaways
Hanging out with drug dealers, the homeless, and runaways

Killa, put yo' gun away
Put your gun away, killer

Don't make me take yo' life
Don't make me kill you

Type of muthafucka bring an axe to a gunfight
I bring a hatchet to a gunfight

Represent the family with the utmost pride
Representing the family with the most respect

And we runnin' with a hatchet, muthafucka, do or die
We are using hatchets and ready to fight, no matter what happens

Die muthafucka is what I'm screamin' when they go
I scream 'die muthafucka' when they leave

And 187 on a muthafuckin' juggahoe!
I kill a Juggalo

Man, fuck that, that ain't the end of this shit. I been waitin' a long time for this muthafuckin' album to drop and I gotta send a couple shouts out to my muthafuckin' homies: Alex Abbiss, Billy Bill, muthafuckin' Stef, Dirk, my homie Jumpsteady...my muthafuckin' partner Rude Boy...my muthafuckin' homie Tom Dub...Psychopathic Patrick...muthafuckin' Jelly Nuts...Pickles...N-Cubed in this muthafucka...Barry, Matt Nips, Steve, Jeremy, Matt, Eric, and muthafuckin' Adam....hey, hold up, what the fuck you doin' man? You better turn that muthafuckin' music back on, I ain't done yet....Nate The Mack, Violent J, Shaggy 2 Dope, Monoxide, Jamie Madrox, my homie Anybody Killa...that one crazy muthafucka Jeff....Tall Jess....Mike P....J Dirty, muthafuckin' Rah-Rah....my homie Synn....my homies in muthafuckin' Dark Lotus and Psychopathic Rydas....Big Baby Sweets, Sugar Beat, Stank and Poot, Moonglorious, Southern Crumpet, my homie Krayzie Bone from muthafuckin' Bone Thugs, and the Triple Six Mafia in this muthafucka! And that's Psychopathic till the day we die, BITCH!!!!............Oh yeah, and I gotta say wassup to my muthafuckin' homies, THE JUGGALOS, bumpin' this shit right now!! YEAH!!
Calling out names of friends and showing appreciation for the Insane Clown Posse and fans

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