Insane Clown Posse - My Axe lyrics

I love my Faygo, my NyQuil pills, Shaggy
I love my buddies, my hatchetman
But I love my axe

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 bigots'
Spinal cords 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
(everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop
(everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop
Everybody, everybody, everybody run
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun
(everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop
(everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop

My axe is my buddy
We right the planet's wrongs
Me and my axe leave bigots
Dead on richie lawns
My axe is my buddy, he never makes me cry
Me and my axe will leave a divot for your eye
Ouch, Ouch, Ouch, Ouch, Ouch, Ouch, Ouch
Ouch
Ouch, Ouch, Ouch, Ouch, Ouch, Ouch, Ouch
Ouch tylenol, Tylenol, Tylenol, Tylenol
Tylenol, Tylenol, Tylenol, Tylenol
My axe is my buddy
Don't take him for a chump
Me and my axe will leave
You hopping on a stump

Everybody, everybody, everybody run
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun
(everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop
(everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop
Everybody, everybody, everybody run
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun
(everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop
(everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop

Look into the deadest 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 moon’s beam
Can 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 sky
Ain't no covering the tracks, and
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 hoodies red
My axe is my buddy, you let that Dixie wave
Me and my axe will fuck
Your mother on your grave
Ouch, Ouch, Ouch, Ouch, Ouch, Ouch, Ouch
Ouch
Ouch, Ouch, Ouch, Ouch, Ouch, Ouch, Ouch
Ouch tylenol, Tylenol, Tylenol, Tylenol
Tylenol, Tylenol, Tylenol, Tylenol
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
(everybody dies)
Swing swing, chop chop chop (everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop
Everybody, everybody, everybody run
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun
(everybody dies)
Sw-ii-ing, chop chop chop (everybody dies)
Swiiiiii-ing, chop chop chop
Everybody, everybody, everybody run
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun
(everybody dies)
Swing-a-ling ling, chop chop chop
(everybody dies) swi-ii-ing, chop chop chop
Everybody, everybody, everybody run
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun
(everybody dies)
Swing-a-ling ling, chop chop chop
(everybody dies)
Swing-a-ling ling, chop chop chop