My Axe, d'ICP.
Elle a le mérite de me faire sourire.
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 the Klan spinal chords 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)
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 people dead on richie lawns)
My axe is my buddy, he never make 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)
Everybody, everybody, everybody run !
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun !
Swing, swing, swing !
Chop, chop, chop !
Swing, swing, swing !
Chop, chop, chop !
Look into the dead old 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 blue moon's beam
Can't 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 skys
aint no covering the tracks
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 outfit all red)
My axe is my buddy, you let that dixie wave
(Me and my axe will bring your mother to her grave)
My axe is my buddy, we both cry with the trees
(Me and my axe will bring the Devil to his knees)
Everybody, everybody, everybody run !
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun !
Swing, swing, swing !
Chop, chop, chop !
Swing, swing, swing !
Chop, chop, chop !
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