Luyện nghe bài hát PasstheAx

"We like to invite you on a journey
A tale of an instrument of
Watch us as we the axe."

I the axe off the shelf in the tool shed
It's telling me I gotta fuckin bloody the
My approached
Cut her off at the throat
She was a hooker AIDS
disease like it was dope
Cut the head off her
Before he started to trash
Two in my trunk and police on a manhunt
I'm on the noose
chasing me for blocks
Seen a on the street
So I passed the axe to

I the axe
What the fuck am I supposed to do with
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 bitch like *laugh* back
Who wanna get halfed up by the half
Who got a gang of
And don't half a shit, bitch
You can fall to the double headed furry
be scared, be worried, man

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

I took the axe back to the shed where I
Cleaned off the blood and sharpened up the blade
Waited 'til dark and then ran through the
And chopped up drunk bums like blocks of wood
I can't see myself stopping and if I do then I'm
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 about to fuckin' pass it to the of 2 Dope bitch

I took your axe and swang it like butter
When I cut back you better run, duck, and
You know your well, it's gone
I blacked out last night and in the morning
Gotta dig another hole in the
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, sharp and wicked
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 I'll pass it back

J]
I the axe
I had a relapse
I seen a pretty neck
And I couldn't
I cut it
I throw with precision
But it's noting the feeling
Of the incision
it over, a radio program
I pound his head into a pizza
the hammer
Threw it into the sky and let it stick in my
And passed out at Monoxide's front porch like

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 smacking em it like I was making a beat
Oh God!
Another cop up
So I the same axe and planted it in his forehead
Two more dead, and dismembered
Now back in the shed and that's all I remember

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

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