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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Grips 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 furry
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Don't be scared, be worried, man.
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[Chorus:]
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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.
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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.
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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 and 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 your axe and swang it through like butter
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When I cut 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 and 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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And understand that I got a hairpin trigger wrist
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When I squeeze it off, haha, you get the gist.
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[Chorus:]
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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.
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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.
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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 noting like the feeling
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Of committing the incision
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Flip it over, a radio program
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I pound his head into a bloody pizza
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With the 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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[Chorus:]
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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.
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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.
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The axe that splits 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 be the stain they left
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On the axe.
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Pass The Ax
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