Lyrics:
the blood of the song in the cab
On your first trip to LA
You ate at my favorite spot for dinner
Bold was the waitress on our three year trip
Getting
You declared you would be three inches taller
You only became what we made you.
Thought you were chasing a destiny calling
You only earned what we
You declared you would be three inches taller
You only became what we made you
Thought you were chasing a destiny calling
You only earned what we
endless
Gats eleven inches, ya neck slit it, your head spin it
The epidemic was spread infinite, so once the thread is knitted
For seven digits, it's
endless
Gats eleven inches, ya neck slit it, your head spin it
The epidemic was spread infinite, so once the thread is knitted
For seven digits, it's
You declared you would be three inches taller
You only became what we made you.
Thought you were chasing a destiny calling
You only earned what we
Out in Maine's woods Mountain Man roams through
Looks for the goods by that I mean you
Heads on sticks pour on the rice
Red drink from the blood
it takes to make 'em gel
And in Washington I'm known by one and all
As the hostess with the mostest on the ball
They would go to Elsa Maxwell
flashes by
A life that soon won't be
Smiling with axe in my hand
Evil's rotten hand you'll see
I come forward
Deathcrush
I'll send you to your
flashes by
A life that soon won't be
Smiling with axe in my hand
Evil's rotten hand you'll see
I come forward
Deathcrush
I'll send you to your
it takes to make 'em gel
And in Washington I'm known by one and all
As the hostess with the mostest on the ball
They would go to Elsa Maxwell
Verse 1: (Jamie Madrox)
What is it about a serial killa that attracts you?
And makes this music that you can sharpen an axe to
Taking you back
Four inches deep in your neck
Three chops right to your head
Two go straight to your chest
One severs top from rest
Four inches deep in your neck
it takes to make 'em jell
And in Washington I'm known by one and all
As the hostess with the mostes' on the ball
They could go to Elsa Maxwell
TESTED AT THIS WAR
WE FIGHT TO FREE OUR LAND OF THIS DAMNED FATE
AND WE WILL STRIKE WITH “GOLDEN AXE”
MADE BY THE GODS
TO DEFEAT EVIL AND RULE THE LAND
it takes to make 'em gel
And in Washington I'm known by one and all
As the hostess with the mostest on the ball
They would go to Elsa Maxwell
of the Syndicate alliance
Ballin', makin' ya feel the growth
Rhyme Syndicate brotherhood, we rock a blood oath
Radical posse down to death
While your crew's
through eye
A battle-axe wields to charge
And separates head from body
Darkest blood flowing free
My eyes are filled with pleasure
Blow to side strike
skull
The remind of your life flashes by
A life that soon won't be
Smiling with axe in my hand
Evil's rotten hand you'll see
I come forward
Deathcrush
stabbing, pounding
Iron weapons clash
Evil warriors strike
Hammers cracking skulls
Axes chopping heads
Their revenge is now
Through violence, crushing,
A meal of guts and gore
your only hope is to pray
For god to save your soul
Soon you'll be devoured
By the evil itself
The bloodthirsty... predator!
flashes by
c life that soon won't be
Smiling with axe in my hand
Evil's rotten hand you will see
I come forward
Deathcrush
I shall send you to your maker
At Nightfall we ride
Judgement day is here
Hunting the Father
Satan is near
Blood on my axe
No turning back
Slaying one Christian
At a time
Evil
Surrounded by the angels of God
Step to the realm where evil reigns
We are soldiers prepared for war
With the power to speak his name
Satan with his legion
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