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