"We like to invite you on a journey A tale of an instrument of us as we pass the axe."
I took the axe off the in the tool shed telling me I gotta fuckin bloody the misled My victim Cut her off at the throat She was a with AIDS disease like it was dope Cut the head off her he started to trash talk Two in my trunk and police on a manhunt I'm on the again chasing me for blocks Seen a homie on the So I passed the axe to
I the axe What the fuck am I to do with that? all bloody And it looks like its in and out of someone's back on the handle, blood dripping down the neck So I grabbed that bitch *laugh* back Who wanna get halfed up by the with Who got a of problems And don't give half a shit, You can fall to the double headed furry be scared, be worried, man
Pass it, something sharp and And I'll it back Don't I'll pass it back It's raining, the is dark and wicked And pass it back Don't worry pass it back
I took the axe back to the where I stay Cleaned off the blood and then sharpened up the Waited 'til and then ran through the hood And chopped up drunk like they're blocks of wood I can't see myself stopping and if I do 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 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, it's I blacked out last night and realized in the dig another hole in the backyard Run get me a shovel, it that hard And that I got a hairpin trigger wrist When I squeeze it off, haha, you get the
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 pass it back
J] I the axe Perhaps I had a I seen a pretty neck And I relax I cut it I throw with precision But noting like the feeling Of the incision Flip it over, a program I his head into a bloody pizza the hammer Threw it into the sky and let it stick in my And passed out at Monoxide's porch like that
I took the axe and lost my fucking On this cop who up behind me I handcuffed him on the of the street And started smacking em with it like I was making a Oh God! Another cop up So I the same axe and planted it in his forehead Two dead, bloody and dismembered Now back in the shed and that's all I remember
Pass it, something and wicked And I'll it back Don't worry I'll it back It's raining, the rain is dark and And pass it back Don't worry I'll pass it
"The axe that so many backs Its to the tool shed to relax that So failed with no tale to tell And it's only remembered be the they left On the axe."