"We would like to invite you on a A tale of an instrument of us as we pass the axe."
I took the axe off the in the tool shed telling me I gotta fuckin bloody the misled My victim Cut her off at the throat She was a hooker AIDS disease like it was dope Cut the head off her he started to trash talk Two in my trunk and police on a manhunt I'm on the again They me for blocks Seen a homie on the So I the axe to Madrox
I the axe What the fuck am I to do with that? It's all And it looks like its in and out of someone's back Grips on the handle, blood dripping the neck So I grabbed bitch like *laugh* back Who wanna get halfed up by the with Who got a of problems And don't give a shit, bitch You can fall victim to the double furry be scared, be worried, man
Pass it, something sharp and And pass it back Don't I'll pass it back It's raining, the is dark and wicked And pass it back Don't worry I'll it back
I the axe back to the shed where I stay Cleaned off the blood and sharpened up the blade Waited 'til dark and ran through the hood And chopped up drunk like they're blocks of wood I can't see myself and if I do then I'm dead And the only way I'm is if I sever my own head on the tip, so my nub won't slip And I'm about to fuckin' pass it to the of 2 Dope bitch
I took axe and swang it through like butter When I cut back you better run, duck, and You know your jugular well, gone I blacked out last night and in the morning Gotta dig another in the backyard Run get me a shovel, it ain't hard And understand that I got a hairpin trigger When I squeeze it off, haha, you get the
Pass it, sharp and wicked And pass it back Don't worry I'll pass it It's raining, the rain is and wicked And I'll it back Don't worry pass it back
J] I the axe Perhaps I had a I seen a pretty neck And I relax I cut it I throw with precision But it's noting the feeling Of the incision Flip it over, a program I his head into a bloody pizza With the Threw it into the sky and let it in my back And passed out at Monoxide's front porch like
I took the axe and my fucking mind On this cop who up behind me I handcuffed him on the of the street And started smacking em with it I was making a beat Oh God! cop pulled up So I grabbed the axe and planted it in his forehead Two more dead, bloody and Now it's back in the shed and that's all I
Pass it, something and wicked And pass it back Don't worry I'll it back raining, the rain is dark and wicked And pass it back Don't worry pass it back
"The axe splits so many backs Its back to the shed to relax Peep So failed with no tale to tell And it's only remembered be the they left On the axe."