"We like 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 shed It's telling me I gotta fuckin the misled My victim Cut her off at the throat She was a hooker with Spreading disease it was dope Cut the head off her Before he started to talk Two bodies in my trunk and on a manhunt I'm on the again They chasing me for a homie on the street So I the axe to Madrox
I the axe What the fuck am I to do with that? all bloody And it looks like its been in and out of someone's Grips on the handle, blood dripping the neck So I that bitch like *laugh* back Who wanna get halfed up by the with Who got a of problems And don't give half a shit, You can fall victim to the double furry be scared, be worried, man
Pass it, something sharp and And I'll it back Don't I'll pass it back It's raining, the is dark and wicked And I'll pass it Don't worry pass it back
I the axe back to the shed where I stay Cleaned off the blood and then sharpened up the Waited 'til and then ran through the hood And chopped up drunk like they're blocks of wood I can't see stopping 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 pass it to the hands of 2 Dope bitch
I your axe and swang it through like butter When I cut back you run, duck, and cover You know your jugular well, gone I blacked out last and realized in the morning dig another hole 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 sharp and And I'll pass it Don't worry pass it back It's raining, the is dark and wicked And I'll it back Don't worry I'll pass it
J] I the axe I had a relapse I a pretty pretty neck And I couldn't I cut it I knives with precision But it's like the feeling Of committing the it over, a radio program I pound his into a bloody pizza the hammer Threw it into the sky and let it in my back And passed out at Monoxide's front porch like
I the axe and lost my fucking mind On cop who pulled up behind me I him on the side of the street And started smacking em it like I was making a beat Oh God! cop pulled up So I the same axe and planted it in his forehead Two more dead, bloody and Now it's back in the shed and all I remember
Pass it, sharp and wicked And I'll it back Don't worry I'll pass it raining, the rain is dark and wicked And pass it back worry I'll pass it back
"The axe that so many backs Its to the tool shed to relax Peep So many failed with no tale to And it's only be the stain they left On the axe."