"We like to invite 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 telling me I gotta fuckin bloody the misled My approached Cut her off at the throat She was a with AIDS Spreading disease it was dope Cut the head off her Before he to trash talk Two bodies in my and police on a manhunt I'm on the again They chasing me for a homie on the street So I passed the axe to
I the axe What the fuck am I supposed to do that? all bloody And it looks like its been in and out of someone's Grips on the handle, blood dripping the neck So I grabbed bitch like *laugh* back Who wanna get halfed up by the with Who got a of problems And give half a shit, bitch You can fall to the double headed furry be scared, be worried, man
Pass it, something sharp and And I'll pass it worry I'll pass it back It's raining, the rain is and wicked And pass it back Don't I'll pass it back
I took the axe back to the shed I stay Cleaned off the blood and sharpened up the blade 'til dark and then ran through the hood And chopped up drunk bums they're blocks of wood I can't see stopping and if I do then I'm dead And the only way I'm dying is if I sever my own on the tip, so my nub won't slip And I'm to fuckin' pass it to the hands of 2 Dope bitch
I your axe and swang it through like butter 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 in the backyard Run get me a shovel, it ain't that And understand that I got a trigger wrist I squeeze it off, haha, you get the gist
Pass it, something sharp and And I'll pass it Don't worry I'll it back raining, the rain is dark and wicked And I'll it back Don't worry I'll it back
J] I the axe I had a relapse I seen a pretty neck And I couldn't I cut it I throw knives precision But it's noting like the Of committing the Flip it over, a radio I his head into a bloody pizza the hammer Threw it into the sky and let it in my back And passed out at Monoxide's front like that
I the axe and lost my fucking mind On cop who pulled up behind me I handcuffed him on the side of the And started smacking em with it I was making a beat Oh God! cop pulled up So I the same axe and planted it in his forehead Two more dead, bloody and Now it's back in the and that's all I remember
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 pass it back Don't I'll pass it back
"The axe that splits so many Its back to the shed to relax that So failed with no tale to tell And it's only remembered be the stain they On the axe."