(This song just was released for download at fellow juggalo websites)
TRACK: Scream My ARTIST:Axe Murder BY: Billy Decker
(Otis) Everyday, My click spray we play, Keep it all shine, the fuck out the way, Haters hidin' behind your subliminal raps, Fake when you hate me because you where i'm at, Be a man get your own and get in the game, Quit sittin around waitin' for to change, And all you starvin' thinkin' I'm to blame, So when your hurts in pain you scream my name, AMB this, AMB did that, I wrote em' on the they never wrote back, Don't they know that I got flow I spit raps, I rock shows at my in front of the coat rack, please, I ain't tryin' to shit on dreams, So why the fuck you gotta bitch up wit haterous sceems, need to stay in the Background like a green screen, Say my name so much you should be on my team huh, And I ain't that I know the way, But we're here to and we're never goin' away, To all you horrorcore kids who flow today, Fake shit wouldn't even the crows away, Fucka!
(Chorus) When your stomache hurts pain, MY NAME, When I control brain, MY NAME, it out yo, I keep my at a all time ten, So all of y'all and fuck all of them.
(Bonez) B-O-N-E-Z you me, And I from the motha fuckin' 303, And my crew's me, You wanna what's up, I'll stab a bitch in the gut and not a fuck, I see you starin' at my wit a problem on your mind, You can me all you want, why you live behind, Maybe thats why you so slow with the flow, Can't away my home or my bong hydro, 5-0 can run me put my face in the ground, Cause I smoke up them and I can fuckin' pig out, If you really wanna be heard and and shit, Quit bein' a bitch and stop them dicks, No machine, And for track, keep your fuckin' shit from soundin' so wack, I through to the week, I'm wrong, even speak on this song, Only tha axe that I is strong, Bitch!
(Chorus) When your stomache with pain, MY NAME, When I control brain, MY NAME, it out yo, I keep my at a all time ten, So fuck all of y'all and all of them.
All Of Them, All Of Them,
I see your whole squad a plan, Your actin' hard but your it man, I'll it clear so you can all understand,
All Of Them,
We up in a all black van, We found your crew but all just ran, I'll make it so you all understand,
All Of Them,
I you once I gotta axe in my hand, hit you wit it in the face like, Damn!
To anybody out fuckin' wit the fam,
All Of Them!