My Axe lyrics

I love my faygo, my nyquil pills

Shaggy, I love my buddies

My hatchet man

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 bigots' spinal cords in half

My axe is my buddy

And when I bring 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

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 make me cry

Me and my axe

Will leave a bivot for your eye

My axe is my buddy

Don't take him for a chump

Me and my axe

Will leave you hopping on a stump

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 is seen?

Bodies dragging from a truck

Driven by a bigot fuck

Why you think the heavens cry

Acid rain and blizzard skies?

Ain't no covering the tracks

That's why I'm here, and oh yes

My axe is my buddy

He'll thump into your head

Me and my axe

Will make your white hoodies red

My axe is my buddy

You let that dixie wave

Me and my axe

Will fuck your mother on your grave

My axe is my buddy

We both cry with the trees

Me and my axe

Will bring the devil to his knees

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

Sw-ii-ing, chop chop chop

Swiiiiii-ing, chop chop chop

Everybody, everybody, everybody run

Murdering, murdering, murdering fun

Swing-a-ling ling , chop chop chop

Swi-ii-ing, chop chop chop,

Everybody, everybody, everybody run

Murdering, murdering, murdering fun

Swing-a-ling ling, chop chop chop

Swing-a-ling ling, chop chop chop

• Artist:Insane Clown Posse