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
boys and girls Congregating waiting in some other world We're all crazy we're all crazy we're all crazy Lizzy Borden took an axe and gave her mother forty
drag you down, The axe shall fall On the one-winged angel, breaking the spell would you break this fall? For he, who sins against his kind The axe shall
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
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 cuz the
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
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 and
with trains Good old boys and girls Congregating, waiting in some other world We're all crazy, we're all crazy We're all crazy Lizzy Borden took an axe
came back, I brought my axe In the shadows, alone in the dark Young victims, I stalk You thought it was over, it's not over I came back from the grave
