We would like to invite you on a journey

A tale of an instrument of death

Watch us as we pass the axe.



[Blaze:]

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



[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

Grips on the handle, blood dripping down the neck

So I grabbed that bitch like *laugh* back

Who wanna get halfed 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 furry

Don't be scared, be worried, man.



[Chorus:]

Pass it, something sharp and wicked

And I'll pass it back

Don't worry I'll pass it back.

It's raining, the rain is dark and wicked

And I'll pass it back

Don't worry I'll pass it back.



[ABK:]

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 and 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



[Shaggy:]-aca