Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray to Shangri-La my soul to keep.
But if I'm dead, before I wake,
I pray to Ninjas
My axe to take.
Pass it on, from clown to clown,
And all have fun from the underground.
Swinging hatchets, now world wide.
Hatchets held high, that's Juggalo pride. 
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