been the way they threw the cuffs on her She broke the shits, went and rushed the kid Wavin' her hands, she had a half a axe, all in her tracks He grabbed
parties with nothin but bitches with C-cups Models with manicured hands, livin my feet up Yo, let's speed up, I leave the week later, traitor I gotta spray ya axe
I'm wondering where did they go No lines on the highway No passing they say No green to my left And no green to my right And the man behind the axe
'm crooked like Nathan Wind starring as Cochise With a big baseball bat you get robbed like DeNiro A sandwich still ain't nothing but a hero Just a small
creep on the side of my jeep Stuck the heat through the window rocked their ass to sleep Over a 3-pack, it was a small thing really, yeah But keep lettin' them small
Like the Seminole Navajo Kickapoo like those Indians I`m an Indian too a Sioux uhu - a Sioux uhu Just like battle axe hatchet face eagle nose like those
apartment, his axe wouldn't stop So many pieces everywhere he had to mop She should have paid him back last week for all the meth That still small voice told him, "Axe
with strong words (they can't build the nerve to speak.) Verbally inept except when subjects are expected Preconceived conversation styles. "That small
note attatched that says "I hate Jim Crow, and here's a poem to let you know the haps:" "I've got a golden axe and I chop cherry trees down Dead to
ride around and stare up here to try and clear my mind I was asked this question, not too far back "Did you ever think that you would be where you at?" Small
To write a rhyme as therapy to try to clear my mind I was asked this question, not too far back "Did you ever think that you would be where you at?" Small
'm dusty like a ashtray I don't give a shit Got a clean ass piece though With a full clip and a small axe underneath the passenger seat Ready to
juggalo wicked shit is my FAME. Keep it underground so I can let the BLOOD RAIN. If you gotta choice between an axe or a blade better grab the axe and
I'm dusty like a ashtray I don't give a shit Got a clean ass piece though With a full clip and a small axe underneath the passenger seat Ready to swing
like Oscar Meyer See I attack a pack of rappers just for practice I bust my tactics, I'm sharper than a F-axe-iss Set it off One two Set it off Yeah
mao mao Mao mao mao I love the sound of smashing guitars I love the sound of crashing guitars Red guitars against the wall Big guitars can turn so small
they cut right through the night She made herself a local scene And man that axe could sing and scream Crying for a big breakthrough Only small time