"We would to invite you on a journey A tale of an of death us as we pass the axe."
I took the axe off the shelf in the tool It's telling me I fuckin bloody the misled My victim Cut her off at the throat She was a with AIDS Spreading disease it was dope Cut the off her pimp Before he started to trash Two bodies in my trunk and on a manhunt I'm on the noose chasing me for blocks Seen a homie on the So I passed the axe to
I the axe What the am I supposed to do with that? all bloody And it looks like its been in and out of back Grips on the handle, dripping down the neck So I grabbed that bitch like *laugh* Who get halfed up by the half with Who got a gang of 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 pass it Don't worry I'll pass it It's raining, the rain is and wicked And I'll pass it Don't I'll pass it back
I took the axe to the shed where I stay Cleaned off the blood and then sharpened up the Waited 'til dark and then ran the hood And chopped up drunk bums they're blocks of wood I can't see stopping 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 to fuckin' pass it to the hands of 2 Dope bitch
I took axe and swang it through like butter I cut back you better run, duck, and cover You know your well, it's gone I blacked out last night and 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 squeeze it off, haha, you get the
Pass it, sharp and wicked And pass it back Don't worry I'll it back It's raining, the rain is dark and And I'll it back Don't worry pass 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 into a bloody 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 my fucking mind On cop who pulled up behind me I him on the side of the street And started smacking em with it like I was making a Oh God! Another cop up So I grabbed the same axe and it in his forehead Two dead, bloody and dismembered Now it's back in the and that's all I remember
Pass it, something sharp and 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 I'll it back
"The axe that splits so many Its back to the shed to relax Peep So many failed with no to tell And only remembered be the stain they left On the axe."