"We would like to invite you on a A of an instrument of death us as we pass the axe."
I took the axe off the shelf in the shed It's telling me I fuckin bloody the misled My victim Cut her off at the throat She was a with AIDS disease like it was dope Cut the off her pimp he started to trash talk Two bodies in my trunk and police on a I'm on the noose They me for blocks Seen a on the street 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 Grips on the handle, dripping down the neck So I grabbed bitch like *laugh* back Who wanna get up by the half with Who got a gang of And don't give a shit, bitch You can fall to the double headed furry be scared, be worried, man
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 worry I'll 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 bums they're blocks of wood I can't see myself and if I do then I'm dead And the way I'm dying 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 took your axe and it through like butter When I cut you better run, duck, and cover You know your jugular well, gone I blacked out last and realized in the morning Gotta dig another 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, sharp and wicked And I'll it back Don't worry pass 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 pretty And I relax I cut it I throw knives with But it's noting like the Of committing the it over, a radio program I pound his head a bloody pizza With the 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 this cop who pulled up me I handcuffed him on the of the street And smacking em with it like I was making a beat Oh God! Another cop up So I grabbed the axe and planted it in his forehead Two more dead, bloody and Now back in the shed and that's all I remember
Pass it, sharp and wicked And I'll it back Don't I'll pass it back It's raining, the rain is dark and And I'll it back Don't worry pass it back
"The axe that splits so many Its back to the shed to relax Peep So many with no tale to tell And it's remembered be the stain they left On the axe."