Luyện nghe bài hát PasstheAx

"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 in the tool shed
It's telling me I gotta fuckin bloody the
My approached
Cut her off at the throat
She was a hooker AIDS
Spreading like it was dope
Cut the off her pimp
Before he started to trash
Two bodies in my and police on a manhunt
I'm on the noose
They me for blocks
Seen a on the street
So I the axe to Madrox

I the axe
What the am I supposed to do with that?
It's all
And it looks like its been in and out of someone's
Grips on the handle, blood dripping the neck
So I grabbed that bitch *laugh* back
Who get halfed up by the half with
Who got a gang of
And give half a shit, bitch
You can victim to the double headed furry
be scared, be worried, man

Pass it, something and wicked
And pass it back
worry I'll pass it back
It's raining, the rain is and wicked
And pass it back
Don't worry pass it back

I took the axe back to the shed where I
off the blood and then sharpened up the blade
Waited 'til and then ran through the hood
And chopped up drunk bums like 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 sever my own
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 you better run, duck, and cover
You know your jugular well, it's
I blacked out night and realized in the morning
Gotta dig another hole in the
Run get me a shovel, it that hard
And understand that I got a hairpin wrist
When I it off, haha, you get the gist

Pass it, sharp and wicked
And pass it back
worry I'll pass it back
It's raining, the is dark and wicked
And I'll it back
Don't worry pass it back

J]
I the axe
I had a relapse
I seen a pretty neck
And I couldn't
I cut it
I throw knives precision
But noting like the feeling
Of committing the
it over, a radio program
I pound his head a bloody pizza
With the
it into the sky and let it stick in my back
And out at Monoxide's front porch like that

I the axe and lost my fucking mind
On this cop who up behind me
I handcuffed him on the of the street
And started em with it like I was making a beat
Oh God!
Another cop up
So I the same axe and planted it in his forehead
Two more dead, and dismembered
Now it's back in the and that's all I remember

Pass it, something and wicked
And I'll it back
Don't worry pass it back
raining, the rain is dark and wicked
And I'll it back
Don't worry I'll pass it

"The axe that splits so backs
Its back to the tool to relax
that
So many failed with no tale to
And it's only be the stain they left
On the axe."