My Axe

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 Why you think the heavens cry, acid rain and blizzard skies Ain't no covering the tracks, and 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 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 Everybody, everybody, everybody, run Murdering, murdering, murdering, fun Swingalingaling Chop, chop, chop Swingalingaling Chop, chop, chop Everybody, everybody, everybody, run Murdering, murdering, murdering, fun Swingalingaling Chop, chop, chop Swingalingaling Chop, chop, chop