Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 4Fist2Axe - Handles, artist - Jamie Madrox. Album song Phatso, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
4Fist2Axe - Handles |
Four four fist two axe handles of death |
Watch yourself cause they swing right to left |
Four four fist two axe handles of death |
Watch yourself cause they swing right |
Four four four fist two axe handles of death |
Watch yourself cause they swing left |
Four four four fist two axe handles of death |
Cause they swing right, swing right to left |
Stained glass image |
I can levitate like Criss Angel |
Over the line of scrimmage |
Try to stop me but I’m too quick |
I’m dyslexic I move like bayou magic |
Neck bones, cow tongues and rooster blood |
Twiztid, if you ain’t down, we don’t know you, son |
Explicit like amateur fuck-tapes |
Where bitches shoving everything |
And the kitchen sink up in they cupcake |
Ruthless like O’Shea and Andre in the early days |
Cutting edge like snuff tapes |
Draped up in all black like Barnabas |
Dark Shadows catching the dark image up on a cross |
Cut 'em up — four fist two axe handles of death |
Watch yourself cause they swing right to left |
They fought the Bat til they getting destroyed |
Don’t bring a butter knife to to an axe fight, homeboy |
Chop your limps off and slap you with 'em |
When I’m pissed off I hear voices saying (Kill) |
Me and Madrox create flocks |
By giving out free crack rock |
Down at the crack spot (now that’s hot) |
Never been shot but I been shot at more times |
Than half of them soldiers in the war on the front line |
I watch my nine lives with nine eyes |
Eliminate the art of surprise by taking lives |
You been kidnapped, all of a sudden you’re in knapsack |
Hands duct-taped then stuffed in my hatchback |
You can match that I’m passing the axe |
To the next generation and I hope they attack |
With the… |
Double axe handles |
I can lumberjack your ass in the middle, bitch |
Til you fit in a quarter-panel (Timber!) |
I try to stop just to chop you bitch |
We’re demented we move like Chinese dragons |
Red eyes, foul tongue and rolled in blood |
Madrox, you ain’t down you don’t get none |
You can get done then stuffed in a crawlspace |
Where bitches get slapped straight the fuck out they false face |
I’m a menace like Leatherface and I’m sharp as a blade |
«The axe is family» put that on the bodies we claim |
Shatter your frame with one swing, clean in half |
Now your mind, body and skills match your half-ass, bitch! |