"We would like to you on a journey A of an instrument of death Watch us as we the axe."
I took the axe off the shelf in the tool It's telling me I gotta bloody the misled My approached Cut her head off at the She was a hooker with Spreading like it was dope Cut the off her pimp Before he started to trash Two bodies in my trunk and on a manhunt I'm on the noose They chasing me for Seen a homie on the So I passed the axe to
I the axe What the am I supposed to do with that? It's all And it looks like its in and out of someone's back Grips on the handle, dripping down the neck So I grabbed that like *laugh* back Who get halfed up by the half with Who got a of problems And don't give half a shit, You can victim to the double headed furry be scared, be worried, man
Pass it, something and wicked And I'll pass it Don't I'll pass it back It's raining, the rain is and wicked And pass it back worry I'll pass it back
I the axe back to the shed where I stay Cleaned off the blood and sharpened up the blade 'til dark and then ran through the hood And chopped up drunk bums like they're blocks of I can't see myself stopping and if I do then I'm And the only way I'm dying is if I my own head on the tip, so my nub won't slip And I'm about to pass it to the hands of 2 Dope bitch
I took your axe and swang it through like When I cut back you better run, duck, and You know your jugular well, gone I out last night and realized in the morning Gotta dig another hole in the Run get me a shovel, it ain't that And understand that I got a trigger wrist When I squeeze it off, haha, you get the
Pass it, sharp and wicked And I'll pass it Don't I'll pass it back raining, the rain is dark and wicked And I'll it back Don't worry pass it back
J] I the axe I had a relapse I seen a pretty pretty And I relax I cut it I knives with precision But it's noting the feeling Of the incision Flip it over, a radio I pound his head into a bloody With the Threw it the sky and let it stick in my back And passed out at Monoxide's front like that
I took the axe and lost my fucking On cop who pulled up behind me I handcuffed him on the of the street And started em with it like I was making a beat Oh God! cop pulled up So I the same axe and planted it in his forehead Two dead, bloody and dismembered Now it's back in the shed and all I remember
Pass it, something sharp and And I'll it back Don't worry I'll pass it It's raining, the is dark and wicked And I'll pass it worry I'll pass it back
"The axe that so many backs Its back to the tool to relax Peep So many failed with no to tell And it's remembered be the stain they left On the axe."