Lyrics:
Four four fist two axe handles of death
Watch yourself cause they swing right to left
Four four fist two axe handles of death
Watch yourself cause
mess with me
Now all I want to do, is get myself a gun
Got a axe handle pistol, got a three dollar (?)
(?) tombstone bullet, and a ball and chain
Thunderous
Thunderous rumblings
Woke me in the night
Heart beat flutters
Flutters like a kite
Axe handle murder. murder on my mind
I am ready, ready as anybody can be
I am ready, ready as anybody can be
I am ready for you, I hope you ready for me
I got an axe handle pistol
I am ready, ready as anybody can be
I am ready, ready as anybody can be
I am ready for you, I hope you ready for me
I got an axe handle pistol
I'm ready, ready as anybody can be
I'm ready, ready as anybody can be
Now I'm ready for you, I hope you're ready for me
I got an axe handle
I'm ready, ready as anybody can be
I'm ready, ready as anybody can be
Now I'm ready for you, I hope you're ready for me
I got an axe handle
I'm ready, ready as anybody can be
I'm ready, ready as anybody can be
Now I'm ready for you, I hope you're ready for me
I got an axe handle
I'm ready, ready as anybody can be
I'm ready, ready as anybody can be
Now I'm ready for you, I hope you're ready for me
I got an axe handle
I'm ready, ready as anybody can be
I'm ready, ready as anybody can be
Now I'm ready for you, I hope you're ready for me
I got an axe handle
I'm ready, ready as anybody can be
I'm ready, ready as anybody can be
Now I'm ready for you, I hope you're ready for me
I got an axe handle
family,
if he sells the silver axe.
But, he knew that, it didn't belong to him.
No,
my axe handle was made of wood .
Okay! Let me get it done for you.
of the axe handle blunt force trauma kinda tuggin'
And I ain't never been what the cat drug on
B-Real Quik's to keep ya mean muggin'
California clownin',
Of the axe handle blunt force trauma kinda tuggin'
And I ain't never been what the cat drug on
B-Real Quik's to keep ya mean muggin'
California clownin',
wound in back
of the axe handle blunt force trauma kinda tuggin
And I ain't never been what the cat drug on
B-Real Quik's to keep ya mean muggin
The hellhounds are coming just to take my soul
Got down on my knees and prayed
I drove an axe handle through a young man's skull
Got down on my knees
like I'm Ike turner
Drop a bitch on her head, then curb stomp
Beat her ass so bad, need her heart pumped
I'ma clobber that bitch, double axe handle
It
with family everyone's got a heart of concrete
Axe handle heat
Knock, knock repeat ill be nice but self respect I no longer delete
Piss on your fire now
weigh weak
Mostly missing the mark with
Pick axe handle side of his bed
And I try try try not to laugh now with what this means
But it's fine fine
still carry on
Don't even try call your mum you cunt
Knock you to the ground with
A double axe handle
Now I'm really mad you bitch
Give me some
and you been bogus, pen explosive
Peep how I approach this nigga with ferocious
Double-axe handle to back, a small dosage
Of things to come, ain't no
an axe-handle
Burn you with a wax candle
Slap you with a sandle
I'm trying to watch the rap channel
Can't you tell we laugh about you?
Call yourself a rapper
Picking them up by their hair
Double axe handle to boot
Bell hits throat, fist hits back
Foreign object
Bell hits throat, fist hits back
A Savage
This is a Muddy Waters Tune:
The first verse is:
I got an axe-handle pistol with a graveyard frame
Shootin' tombstone bullets, wearin' ball
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