Luyện nghe bài hát PasstheAx

"We would like to you on a journey
A of an instrument of death
us as we pass the axe."

I took the axe off the shelf in the tool
It's telling me I fuckin bloody the misled
My victim
Cut her head off at the
She was a hooker AIDS
Spreading disease it was dope
Cut the head off her
Before he started to talk
Two bodies in my trunk and on a manhunt
I'm on the again
They chasing me for
a homie on the street
So I the axe to Madrox

I the axe
What the am I supposed to do with that?
It's all
And it looks like its been in and out of someone's
Grips on the handle, blood down 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 and wicked
And I'll pass it
Don't worry I'll it back
raining, the rain is dark and wicked
And I'll pass it
Don't worry pass it back

I took the axe back to the shed I stay
Cleaned off the blood and then sharpened up the
Waited dark and then ran through the hood
And chopped up drunk bums like they're of wood
I can't see stopping and if I do then I'm dead
And the only way I'm is if I sever my own head
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
I cut back you better run, duck, and cover
You know jugular well, it's gone
I out last night and realized in the morning
dig another hole in the backyard
Run get me a shovel, it that hard
And understand that I got a hairpin wrist
When I it off, haha, you get the gist

Pass it, something sharp and
And pass it back
Don't worry I'll it back
It's raining, the is dark and wicked
And I'll pass it
worry I'll pass it back

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I the axe
Perhaps I had a
I seen a pretty neck
And I relax
I cut it
I throw with precision
But it's like the feeling
Of the incision
Flip it over, a program
I pound his head into a pizza
the hammer
Threw it into the sky and let it in my back
And out at Monoxide's front porch like that

I took the axe and my fucking mind
On this cop who up behind me
I him on the side of the street
And started smacking em with it like I was a beat
Oh God!
Another cop up
So I grabbed the same axe and it in his forehead
Two more dead, bloody and
Now it's back in the and that's all I remember

Pass it, something sharp and
And I'll pass it
worry I'll pass it back
It's raining, the is dark and wicked
And I'll it back
Don't worry I'll it back

"The axe that splits so backs
Its back to the tool shed to
that
So many failed no tale to tell
And it's only remembered be the stain they
On the axe."