My Axe
Insane Clown Posse Lyrics

I love my Faygo, I love pills, Shaggy,
I enjoy drinking Faygo and taking pills with Shaggy.

I love my buddies, my hatchetman but I love my axe
I cherish my friends and my Hatchetman symbol, but my axe holds a special place in my heart.

My axe is my buddy, I bring him when I walk,
My axe is my trusted companion that I take with me everywhere.

Me and my axe will leave your head outlined in chalk,
My axe and I are not to be messed with. We will leave you dead and outlined in chalk on the ground.

My axe is my buddy, he always makes me laugh,
My axe brings me joy and laughter.

Me and my axe cut biggots spinal cords in half,
My axe and I take pleasure in killing bigots, cutting their spinal cords in half.

My axe is my buddy, and when I wind him back,
When I wind back my axe, it signals that things are about to get violent.

Me and my axe will give your forehead a buttcrack,
My axe and I will smash your forehead so hard that it will split open like a crack.

My axe is my buddy, I never leave without him,
I cannot leave my axe behind. It is always with me.

Me and my axe will leave your neck a bloody fountain,
My axe and I will leave your neck severed and bleeding profusely.

Everybody, everybody, everybody run,
Everyone should run away from us.

Murdering, murdering, murdering fun, (everybody dies)
We find joy in killing others.

Swing swing swing, chop chop chop,
The sound of my axe slicing through flesh and bone.

My axe is my buddy, we right planets wrongs,
My axe and I believe in correcting the injustices of the world.

Me and my axe leave biggots deads on richies lawns
We kill bigots and leave their dead bodies on rich people's lawns.

My axe is my buddy, he never make me cry,
My axe will never betray me or make me sad.

Me and my axe will leave a bivot for your eye,
My axe and I will gouge out your eye.

Ouch, Ouch, Ouch, Ouch
The sound of someone in immense pain.

Tylenol, Tylenol, Tylenol, Tylenol
I mock your pain by suggesting a useless remedy like Tylenol.

My axe is my buddy, don't take him for a chump,
Do not underestimate my axe, it will destroy you.

Me and my axe will leave you hopping on a stump
My axe and I will chop off your legs so that you'll be hopping on a stump.

Look into the deadest tree, tell me baby what you see,
I'm asking you to see the horrors that humanity has inflicted on trees.

don't't you hear the branches cry? Asking for the reasons why,
The branches of the tree are crying out for the reasons why they've been subjected to so much violence.

If they hang so many men, from the branches off of them,
If people have been hung from the branches of trees so often...

Why did humans make them play, with them in their evil way,
...why would anyone engage in such evil practices?

Look into the moons beam, can you fathom what its seen?
Look at the moon and imagine all the horrific things that it has witnessed.

Bodies draging from a truck, driven by a biggot fuck,
Imagine a bigot driving a truck and dragging bodies behind it.

Why you think that heavens cry, acid rain and blizzard sky
The weather is a reflection of the horrors that are committed by humans, signifying that even the heavens are crying.

Ain't no covering tracks, and that's why I'm here, and oh yes..
There is no hiding or denying the evil that humans commit, and that is why I am here with my axe.

My axe is my buddy, he'll thump into your head,
My axe will bash your head in with a thumping sound.

Me and my axe will make your white pony's red,
My axe and I will slaughter your horse and make its white coat red with blood.

you let that ditzy wave
You shouldn't have let that vague clue or warning go unnoticed.

Me and my axe will fuck your mother on your grave
I will kill you and have sex with your mother on your grave.

My axe is my buddy, we both cry with the trees
My axe and I feel the pain and suffering of the trees that have been destroyed.

Me and my axe will bring the devil to his knees
My axe and I are so powerful that we can even bring the devil to his knees.

Swing swing, chop chop chop
The sound of my axe severing limbs and chopping through flesh.

Swing-a-ling ling , chop chop chop
The repetitive sound of my axe chopping through multiple people or objects.