I'm gonna fuckin' kill ya Axe attack Fists in the air Feet on the foldback Bogans everywhere I don't fucking care You're dead!
flow, give back the tobasco You mother fuckers mustsanot know the tic tac songs Time to show you the mo kick ass flow in the cosmos Picasso with a pick axe
think den right now just to lose my main squeeze Oh guantamena, yuh a killer Gal di way yuh hot have mi body under pressure Man see yuh body all a kill
draw fi yuh needle an yuh needle can't stitch it draw fi yuh axe and like a cow yuh all a chop it draw fi yuh pick axe and like a rung yuh all a dig
concience and hit like Tyson No competition, cause I cause wonders Nas will battle rappers by the football numbers A motor mouth killer, rhyme writin thriller Hold a mac-11, and attack
child and wife, but what will come tomorrow Await the death by the blade Run before it's too late Await the axe in your back As the Ripping Corpse attack
who needs fuckin friends Ohh I hit you in the back with a bat I hack you up with an axe as a matter of fact Dressed in black to attack I drag em In the
hacks a missing arm is cut off in half one leg removed as your body's attacked this murder was caused by the swing of the axe the edge of the hatchet
drenched in blood - blood Pulverized, I'm on another attack Don't turn your back, I bought my pick-axe Look into my eyes, these eyes are dead As I kill
blues I stand accussed I refuse I hear em talkin & walkin Behind my back I'm attacked Fuck the knife in the back Cause it feels like they got an axe
walls engraved in plaques Those who went back, received penalties for the axe Another heart is torn as close ones mourn Those who stray, niggaz get slayed on the song [Masta Killa
now, who kill niggaz fathers [Chorus: Method Man] My peoples are you with me where you at? In the front, in the back killa-bees on attack my peoples
and wife, but what will come tomorrow Await the death by the blade Run before it's too late Await the axe in your back As the Ripping Corpse attack
may be good but there's no one better We rock you so cold, you need a cashmere sweater Fight dirty in the pit when combat is on We always attack before attacked
the game now. its about time we evaporate all you motherfuckers for real. No doubt, we love to spit the real. We love to spit the real. [Buc Fifty] Blind fanatics, attack
[Mad Child] Ah, this shit doesn't even sound human anymore....it's time to kill Rough terrain, insane in my domain Sadomasochism, whacks, whips an
