and beg redemption Severed is my control Swing the axe cry for justice Watch the heads begin to roll Bow down and beg Time to pay Axe redemption This
that what you battled and lost Call ya dispatch, tell them niggaz it's a mismatch You fell on the blade of Lif's axe (Standby) while ya whole crew gets
His eyes they close and his last breath spoke he had seen all to be seen a life once full now an empty vase wilt the blossoms on his early grave
up Fuck niggas in Black Wall Street I trust Black hoodies and black Asics standing on the pavement Hustlers don't sleep nigga we work the grave shift
my buddies, my hatchetman, but I love my axe My axe iz my buddy, I bring him when I walk me and my axe will leave your head outlined in chalk My axe
name was Blue. Had an old dog and his name was Blue... Betcha five dollars he's a good dog too... "Here old Blue" "Good dog you" Well, I shouldered my axe
my mighty conscience while rises the sceptre of our wise lord So thunder and storm, the rage of the sword the fury of my war The axe of the dwarf, the
'accepte et nous voila formater comme des disquettes Les gens sont conforter dans leurs a prioris Leurs idees puantes, tout le monde adopte le pret a penser cain-ri Pays qui combat l'axe
and pieces in death`s dark design This axe was made to grind... They scraped the remains into Ziploc bags Collected for autopsy No blood on the axe,
From the forest itself comes the handle for the axe Split this wilderness, listen up, this ain't where it's at Clear a path so that you could find your
Horsemen from the grave Four headless motherfuckers that'll clap at the gate Stomp his chest in and put the fuckin axe through his leg Chop his head off
in the register im used to shooin 'em off from beggin from the customers but now i gotta reach up under the seat and grab the hand axe whipped it from
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 Chip, chip,chip [Incomprehensible] My axe
knocked up Fuck niggas in Black Wall Street I trust Black hoodies and black Asics standin' on the pavement Hustlers don't sleep, nigga, we work the grave
white and you're dark as ink Maybe you're Sicilian with a tan But you hate lasagna and the pizza man Now you stand on the grave digga locked and You
-to-the-V E-to-the-D-to-the-I-to-the-G G-to-the-A-to-the-zig-zag-Z Gravedigga, nigga, 6 feet deep I floss my teeth on the Gospel tracks I'm not an Apostle, but I bring the axe
