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I love my Faygo, my Nyquil pills, Shaggy
I love my buddies, my Hatchetman, but I love my axe
My axe is my buddy, I bring him when I walk
Me and my axe will leave your head outlined in chalk
My axe is my buddy, he always makes me laugh
Me and my axe cut bigot's spinal cords in half
My axe is my buddy, and when I wind him back
Me and my axe will give your forehead a buttcrack
My axe is my buddy, I never leave without him
Me and my axe will leave your neck a bloody fountain
Ch-ch-ching
Everybody, everybody, everybody, run
Murdering, murdering, murdering, fun
Swing, swing, swing
Chop, chop, chop
Swing, swing, swing
Chop, chop, chop
Everybody, everybody, everybody, run
Murdering, murdering, murdering, fun
Swing, swing, swing
Chop, chop, chop
Swing, swing, swing
Chop, chop, chop
My axe is my buddy, we right the planet's wrongs
Me and my axe leave bigots dead on richie lawns
My axe is my buddy, he never makes me cry
Me and my axe will leave a divot for your eye
My axe is my buddy, don't take him for a chump
Me and my axe will leave you hoppin' on a stump
Ch-ch-ching
Everybody, everybody, everybody, run
Murdering, murdering, murdering, fun
Swing, swing, swing
Chop, chop, chop
Swing, swing, swing
Chop, chop, chop
Everybody, everybody, everybody, run
Murdering, murdering, murdering, fun
Swing, swing, swing
Chop, chop, chop
Swing, swing, swing
Chop, chop, chop
Look into the deadest tree, tell me baby what you see
Don't you hear the branches cry, asking for the reasons why
Did they hang so many men, from the branches off of them
Why did humans make them play, with them in their evil way
Look into the moon's beam, can you fathom what it's seen
Bodies dragging from a truck, driven by a bigot fuck