| We would like to invite you on a journey
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| A tale of an instrument of death
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| Watch us as we pass the axe
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| Blaze:
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| I took the axe off the shelf in the tool shed
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| It’s telling me I gotta fuckin bloody the misled
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| My victim approached
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| Cut her head off at the throat
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| She was a hooker with AIDS
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| Spreading disease like it was dope
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| Cut the head off her pimp
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| Before he started to trash talk
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| Two bodies in my trunk and police on a manhunt
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| I’m on the noose again
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| They chasing me for blocks
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| Seen a homie on the street
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| So I passed the axe to Madrox
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| Madrox:
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| I took the axe
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| What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?
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| It’s all bloody
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| And it looks like its been in and out of someone’s back
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| Gristle on the handle, blood dripping down the neck
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| So I grabbed that bitch like *laugh* back
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| Who wanna get halfed up by the half with
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| Who got a gang of problems
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| And don’t give half a shit, bitch
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| You can fall victim to the double headed fury
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| Don’t be scared, be worried, man
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| Pass me something sharp and wicked
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| And I’ll pass it back
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| Don’t worry I’ll pass it back. |
| (I'll hack you)
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| It’s raining, the rain is dark and wicked
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| And I’ll pass it back
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| Don’t worry I’ll pass it back. |
| (I'll hack you)
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| ABK:
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| I took the axe back to the shed where I stay
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| Cleaned off the blood and then sharpened up the blade
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| Waited ‘til dark and then ran through the hood
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| And chopped up drunk bums like they’re blocks of wood
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| I can’t see myself stopping, if I do then I’m dead
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| And the only way I’m dying is if I sever my own head
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| Grip on the tip, so my nub won’t slip
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| And I’m about to fuckin' pass it to the hands of 2 Dope bitch
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| Shaggy:
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| I took the axe and swang it through like butter
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| When I cut ya back you better run, duck, and cover
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| You know your jugular well, it’s gone
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| I blacked out last night, realized in the morning
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| Gotta dig another hole in the backyard
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| Run get me a shovel, it ain’t that hard
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| Understand I got a hairpin trigger wrist
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| When I squeeze it off, haha, you get the gist
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| Pass me something sharp and wicked (Pass it over here)
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| And I’ll pass it back
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| Don’t worry I’ll pass it back. |
| ('ll hack you)
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| It’s raining, the rain is dark and wicked (Pass it over here)
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| And I’ll pass it back
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| Don’t worry I’ll pass it back. |
| ('ll hack you)
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| Violent J:
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| I took the axe
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| Perhaps I had a relapse
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| I seen a pretty pretty neck
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| And I couldn’t relax
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| I cut through it
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| I throw knives with precision
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| But it’s nothing like the feeling
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| Of committing the incision
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| Flip it over, a radio programmer
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| Pound his head into a bloody pizza
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| With a hammer
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| Threw it into the sky and let it stick in my back
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| And passed out at Monoxide’s front porch like that
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| Monoxide:
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| I took the axe and lost my fucking mind
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| On this cop who pulled up behind me
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| I handcuffed him on the side of the street
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| And started smacking em with it like I was making a beat
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| Oh God!
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| Another cop pulled up
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| So I grabbed the same axe and planted it in his forehead
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| Two more dead, bloody and dismembered
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| Now it’s back in the shed and that’s all I remember
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| Pass me something sharp and wicked (???)
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| And I’ll pass it back
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| Don’t worry I’ll pass it back. |
| ('ll hack you)
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| It’s raining, the rain is dark and wicked (I'll throw it right back to you)
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| And I’ll pass it back
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| Don’t worry I’ll pass it back. |
| ('ll hack you)
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| The axe that split so many backs
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| Its back to the tool shed to relax
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| Peep that
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| So many failed with no tale to tell
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| And it’s only remembered by the stain that they left
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| On the axe |