"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 shelf in the tool It's 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 Before he started to trash Two in my trunk and police on a manhunt I'm on the noose They me for blocks a homie on the street 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 been in and out of someone's on the handle, blood dripping down the neck So I grabbed that bitch like back Who get halfed up by the half with Who got a of problems And give half a shit, bitch You can fall victim to the headed furry be scared, be worried, man
Pass it, sharp and wicked And pass it back Don't worry I'll it back It's raining, the rain is dark and And pass it back Don't worry I'll pass it
I the axe back to the shed where I stay Cleaned off the blood and then sharpened up the Waited dark and then ran through the hood And chopped up drunk bums like they're blocks of I see myself 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 fuckin' pass it to the hands of 2 bitch
I your axe and swang it through like butter I cut back you better run, duck, and cover You your jugular well, it's gone I blacked out last night and in the morning Gotta dig hole in the backyard Run get me a shovel, it that hard And understand I got a hairpin trigger wrist When I it off, haha, you get the gist
Pass it, something sharp and And I'll pass it Don't worry I'll pass it It's raining, the is dark and wicked And I'll pass it 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 noting like the feeling Of committing the Flip it over, a program I pound his head a bloody pizza With the Threw it into the sky and let it in my back And passed out at Monoxide's porch like that
I took the axe and lost my mind On this cop who up behind me I handcuffed him on the side of the And started smacking em with it like I was a beat Oh God! Another cop up So I grabbed the same axe and it in his forehead Two more dead, bloody and Now it's back in the shed and that's all I
Pass it, something sharp and And pass it back Don't worry pass it back raining, the rain is dark and wicked And I'll pass it Don't worry I'll it back
"The axe that splits so many 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."