"We would like to you on a journey A tale of an of death us as we pass the axe."
I took the axe off the shelf in the tool It's telling me I gotta fuckin the misled My approached Cut her head off at the She was a with AIDS Spreading like 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 chasing me for blocks Seen a homie on the So I the axe to Madrox
I the axe What the fuck am I supposed to do that? all bloody And it looks its been in and out of someone's back on the handle, blood dripping down the neck So I grabbed bitch like *laugh* back Who wanna get halfed up by the with Who got a gang of And give half a shit, bitch You can victim to the double headed furry be scared, be worried, man
Pass it, something sharp and And I'll pass it Don't I'll pass it back It's raining, the rain is dark and And I'll pass it Don't worry I'll it back
I took the axe back to the where I stay Cleaned off the and then sharpened up the blade Waited 'til dark and ran through the hood And chopped up drunk bums like they're blocks of I can't see stopping and if I do then I'm dead And the only way I'm dying is if I my own head Grip on the tip, so my nub slip And I'm about to fuckin' pass it to the hands of 2 bitch
I took your axe and swang it through butter I cut back you better run, duck, and cover You know your well, it's gone I blacked out last and realized in the morning Gotta dig another hole in the Run get me a shovel, it ain't hard 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 worry pass it back raining, the rain is dark and wicked And pass it back Don't I'll pass it back
J] I the axe Perhaps I had a I seen a pretty neck And I relax I cut it I throw knives with But it's like the feeling Of the incision Flip it over, a program I his head into a bloody pizza With the Threw it into the sky and let it in my back And passed out at Monoxide's front like that
I took the axe and lost my mind On this cop who up behind me I handcuffed him on the of the street And smacking em with it like I was making a beat Oh God! cop pulled up So I grabbed the same axe and planted it in his Two more dead, bloody and Now it's in the shed and that's all I remember
Pass it, something sharp and And pass it back Don't worry pass it back It's raining, the is dark and wicked And pass it back worry I'll pass it back
"The axe that splits so many Its back to the shed to relax that So many failed no tale to tell And it's remembered be the stain they left On the axe."