"We would like to invite you on a A tale of an of death Watch us as we the axe."
I took the axe off the shelf in the tool telling me I gotta fuckin bloody the misled My approached Cut her off at the throat She was a with AIDS Spreading like it was dope Cut the head off her Before he to trash talk Two in my trunk and police on a manhunt I'm on the noose They me for blocks Seen a 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 like its been in and out of someone's back Grips on the handle, blood dripping down the So I grabbed that like *laugh* back Who get halfed up by the half with Who got a of problems And don't give a shit, bitch You can fall victim to the 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 and wicked And pass it back Don't worry I'll 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 ran through the hood And chopped up bums like they're 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 Grip on the tip, so my nub slip And I'm to fuckin' pass it to the hands of 2 Dope bitch
I took your axe and swang it through butter I cut back you better run, duck, and cover You know jugular well, it's gone I blacked out last night and realized in the dig another hole in the backyard Run get me a shovel, it ain't that And understand that I got a trigger wrist I squeeze it off, haha, you get the gist
Pass it, sharp and wicked And I'll pass it worry I'll pass it back It's raining, the rain is dark and And pass it back Don't worry I'll it back
J] I the axe I had a relapse I a pretty pretty neck And I relax I cut it I throw knives precision But it's like the feeling Of the incision Flip it over, a radio I pound his head a bloody pizza the hammer Threw it the sky and let it stick in my back And out at Monoxide's front porch like that
I took the axe and lost my mind On this cop who pulled up me I handcuffed him on the side of the And started 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, and dismembered Now it's back in the shed and all I remember
Pass it, sharp and wicked And I'll pass it Don't worry I'll it back It's raining, the rain is dark and And I'll it back worry I'll pass it back
"The axe that splits so many Its back to the tool to relax Peep So many failed with no to tell And only remembered be the stain they left On the axe."