Pass the Ax

We would like to invite you on a journey

A tale of an instrument of death

Watch us as we pass the axe.

I took the axe off the shelf in the tool shed

It's telling me I gotta fuckin' bloody the misled

My victim approached

Cut her head off at the throat

She was a hooker with AIDS

Spreading disease like it was dope

Cut the head off her pimp

Before he started to trash talk

Two bodies in my trunk and police on a manhunt

I'm on the noose again

They chasing me for blocks

Seen a homie on the street

So I passed the axe to Madrox

I took the axe

What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?

It's all bloody

And it looks like its been in and out of someone's back

Gristle on the handle, blood dripping down the neck

So I grabbed that bitch like back

Who want to get half fed up by the half with

Who got a gang of problems

And don't give half a shit, bitch

You can fall victim to the double headed fury

Don't be scared, be worried, man.

Pass me something sharp and wicked

And I'll pass it back

Don't worry I'll pass it back (I'll hack you)

It's raining, the rain is dark and wicked

And I'll pass it back

Don't worry I'll pass it back.(I'll hack you)

I took the axe back to the shed where I stay

Cleaned off the blood and then sharpened up the blade

Waited 'til dark and then ran through the hood

And chopped up drunk bums like they're blocks of wood

I can't see myself stopping, if I do then I'm dead

And the only way I'm dying is if I sever my own head

Grip on the tip, so my nub won't slip

And I'm about to fuckin' pass it to the hands of 2 Dope bitch

I took the axe and swung it through like butter

When I cut ya back you better run, duck, and cover.

You know your jugular well, it's gone

I blacked out last night, realized in the morning

Gotta dig another hole in the backyard

Run get me a shovel, it ain't that hard

Understand I got a hairpin trigger wrist

When I squeeze it off, haha, you get the gist.

Pass me something sharp and wicked (Pass it over here)

And I'll pass it back

Don't worry I'll pass it back ('ll hack you)

It's raining, the rain is dark and wicked (Pass it over here)

And I'll pass it back

Don't worry I'll pass it back ('ll hack you)

I took the axe

Perhaps I had a relapse

I seen a pretty pretty neck

And I couldn't relax

I cut through it

I throw knives with precision

But it's nothing like the feeling

Of committing the incision

Flip it over, a radio programmer

Pound his head into a bloody pizza

With a hammer

Threw it into the sky and let it stick in my back

And passed out at Monoxide's front porch like that.

I took the axe and lost my fucking mind

On this cop who pulled up behind me

I handcuffed him on the side of the street

And started smacking em with it like I was making a beat

Oh God!

Another cop pulled up

So I grabbed the same axe and planted it in his forehead

Two more dead, bloody and dismembered

Now it's back in the shed and that's all I remember.

Pass me something sharp and wicked

And I'll pass it back

Don't worry I'll pass it back ('ll hack you)

It's raining, the rain is dark and wicked (I'll throw it right back to you)

And I'll pass it back

Don't worry I'll pass it back ('ll hack you)

The axe that split so many backs

Its back to the tool shed to relax

Peep that

So many failed with no tale to tell.

And it's only remembered by the stain that they left

On the axe