"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 It's telling me I gotta bloody the misled My approached Cut her head off at the She was a hooker with Spreading disease it was dope Cut the off her pimp Before he started to talk Two in my trunk and police on a manhunt I'm on the again chasing me for blocks Seen a homie on the So I passed the axe to
I the axe the fuck am I supposed to do with that? It's all And it looks like its been in and out of back Grips on the handle, blood down the neck So I grabbed that bitch like *laugh* Who wanna get halfed up by the half Who got a gang of And don't half a shit, bitch You can fall victim to the double furry be scared, be worried, man
Pass it, sharp and wicked And pass it back worry I'll pass it back It's raining, the rain is and wicked And pass it back worry I'll pass it back
I the axe back to the shed where I stay Cleaned off the and then sharpened up the blade Waited 'til and then ran through the hood And chopped up drunk bums like they're blocks of I can't see myself and if I do then I'm dead And the only way I'm dying is if I my own head Grip on the tip, so my nub slip And I'm about to fuckin' it to the hands of 2 Dope bitch
I took your axe and it through like butter I cut back you better run, duck, and cover You your jugular well, it's gone I blacked out night and realized in the morning Gotta dig another in the backyard Run get me a shovel, it ain't hard And understand I got a hairpin trigger wrist When I squeeze it off, haha, you get the
Pass it, something and wicked And pass it back Don't worry I'll it back It's raining, the rain is and wicked And pass it back Don't I'll pass it back
J] I the axe Perhaps I had a I seen a pretty neck And I couldn't I cut it I knives with precision But it's noting the feeling Of the incision Flip it over, a radio I his head into a bloody 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 pulled up 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 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, something sharp and And pass it back Don't worry pass it back It's raining, the rain is dark and And I'll it back Don't worry I'll it back
"The axe that splits so many Its back to the tool to relax Peep So many failed no tale to tell And it's remembered be the stain they left On the axe."