The Axe Murder (REMASTER)
#FGFPENDING Sometimes I wake up and I wonder where the fuck I’m at. And why the fuck am I clutchin a bloody baseball bat. I woke up next to a bitch wearin a fire axe. Like a baseball cap. Like a snap back Yankees hat. My best guess is she was suckin me off. On her knees in front of me when something set me off. My mind was lost. And I lost my sawed off So I beat her with the left over piece that was sawed off. Went to the hallway, and broke some glass. Picked up an axe Swung it back like a lumberjack. Hack hack. Cut the hoe’s dome in half. Walk in the lobby blastin gats, Like brap brap Bitch told me once I remind her of dad. So I pissed in her mouth while she was giving me head. Because I gotta be differ-rent I gotta be worse. I gotta be sicker than all on every verse I never reverse. Never revert. I always rehearse. I don’t mince words bitch, I know what I’m worth. Can’t freestyle for shit. Off the top of my head. But sit me down with a blunt and a pad and a pen. A cup of coffee with some whiskey, and some coke to offset it. I’ll write some ill shit and everybody mad that I said it. I’ll never regret it. Long as I’m lyrically respected. Listen too long and you definitely get infected. Sick like a puppy that was eatin some chocolate. Now I’m on a high and I can’t get off it. Hidin in ya closet, throwin up in ya pockets Diggin through ya drawers, I’m tryina find ya wallet
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#FGFPENDING Sometimes I wake up and I wonder where the fuck I’m at. And why the fuck am I clutchin a bloody baseball bat. I woke up next to a bitch wearin a fire axe. Like a baseball cap. Like a snap back Yankees hat. My best guess is she was suckin me off. On her knees in front of me when something set me off. My mind was lost. And I lost my sawed off So I beat her with the left over piece that was sawed off. Went to the hallway, and broke some glass. Picked up an axe Swung it back like a lumberjack. Hack hack. Cut the hoe’s dome in half. Walk in the lobby blastin gats, Like brap brap Bitch told me once I remind her of dad. So I pissed in her mouth while she was giving me head. Because I gotta be differ-rent I gotta be worse. I gotta be sicker than all on every verse I never reverse. Never revert. I always rehearse. I don’t mince words bitch, I know what I’m worth. Can’t freestyle for shit. Off the top of my head. But sit me down with a blunt and a pad and a pen. A cup of coffee with some whiskey, and some coke to offset it. I’ll write some ill shit and everybody mad that I said it. I’ll never regret it. Long as I’m lyrically respected. Listen too long and you definitely get infected. Sick like a puppy that was eatin some chocolate. Now I’m on a high and I can’t get off it. Hidin in ya closet, throwin up in ya pockets Diggin through ya drawers, I’m tryina find ya wallet
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