"We would like to you on a journey A tale of an instrument of Watch us as we the axe."
I took the axe off the shelf in the tool It's telling me I gotta bloody the misled My approached Cut her head off at the She was a hooker with Spreading like it was dope Cut the off her pimp Before he started to trash Two bodies in my trunk and police on a I'm on the again 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 its been in and out of someone's back Grips on the handle, blood dripping the neck So I that bitch like *laugh* back Who wanna get halfed up by the half Who got a of problems And don't half a shit, bitch 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 worry I'll it back raining, the rain is dark and wicked And I'll it back worry I'll pass it back
I took the axe back to the shed I stay Cleaned off the and then sharpened up the blade Waited 'til dark and then ran through the And chopped up bums like they're blocks of wood I can't see myself and if I do then I'm dead And the only way I'm is if I sever my own head Grip on the tip, so my nub slip And I'm about to fuckin' pass it to the hands of 2 Dope
I took your axe and it through like butter When I cut you better run, duck, and cover You know jugular well, it's gone I blacked out last night and realized in the Gotta dig another in the backyard Run get me a shovel, it that hard And understand that I got a trigger wrist I squeeze it off, haha, you get the gist
Pass it, something sharp and And pass it back Don't worry I'll pass it raining, the rain is dark and wicked And pass it back Don't worry I'll pass it
J] I the axe Perhaps I had a I seen a pretty neck And I couldn't 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 into a pizza With the it into the sky and let it stick in my back And passed out at Monoxide's porch like that
I took the axe and lost my mind On this cop who up behind 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, bloody and Now back in the shed and that's all I remember
Pass it, something sharp and 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 Peep So many with no tale to tell And it's only be the stain they left On the axe."