Pass The Ax
Dark Lotus Lyrics

We would like to invite you on a journey
Join us as we recount a tale about a deadly weapon.

A tale of an instrument of death
Our story centers around a weapon that is designed to kill.

Watch us as we pass the axe.
Follow along as we recount different individuals passing the weapon to one another.

I took the axe off the shelf in the tool shed
I retrieved the axe from its resting place.

It's telling me I gotta fuckin' bloody the misled
The axe seems to compel me to use it to harm those it deems unworthy.

My victim approached
Before long, a potential victim came into view.

Cut her head off at the throat
I violently beheaded the woman.

She was a hooker with AIDS
The victim was a woman who worked as a prostitute and was infected with a sexually transmitted disease.

Spreading disease like it was dope
She actively passed the disease onto others in her line of work.

Cut the head off her pimp
I also killed the woman’s exploitative manager.

Before he started to trash talk
I acted before he had a chance to retaliate verbally.

Two bodies in my trunk and police on a manhunt
I had already killed multiple people and was being pursued by law enforcement.

I'm on the noose again
My violent impulses had gotten me into trouble again.

They chasing me for blocks
Law enforcement was hot on my trail as I fled.

Seen a homie on the street
I caught sight of an ally of mine nearby.

So I passed the axe to Madrox
I handed the weapon to my friend Madrox to continue my violent mission.

I took the axe
I took hold of the weapon.

What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?
I was unsure of how to effectively use the instrument.

It's all bloody
The axe was covered in blood from previous usage.

And it looks like its been in and out of someone's back
The weapon had clearly been used to stab someone multiple times.

Gristle on the handle, blood dripping down the neck
The axe showed evidence of having been used to harm someone. There was gristle and blood covering it entirely.

So I grabbed that bitch like back
I stepped up to the plate and decided to use the weapon for its intended purpose.

Who want to get half fed up by the half with
Anyone foolish enough to cross me and step up to the plate would face the consequences.

Who got a gang of problems
Anyone in the area with a lot of issues to contend with would be susceptible to my wrath.

And don't give half a shit, bitch
I didn't care about the potential victim's feelings or attitudes towards me.

You can fall victim to the double headed fury
My two-handed assault using the weapon would be lethal.

Don't be scared, be worried, man.
Those in the area should be concerned for their safety.

Pass me something sharp and wicked
Give me a weapon that is more effective than what I currently possess.

And I'll pass it back
Once I have used the weapon, I will return it to its owner.

Don't worry I'll pass it back (I'll hack you)
Do not be concerned, as I am only going to use it to inflict harm on others.

It's raining, the rain is dark and wicked
The weather provides a backdrop for my violent acts.

I took the axe back to the shed where I stay
Returning to my dwelling place, I brought the weapon with me.

Cleaned off the blood and then sharpened up the blade
I removed any evidence of prior usage and made sure the weapon was at peak effectiveness.

Waited ‘til dark and then ran through the hood
I waited until it was nighttime to return to the city streets.

And chopped up drunk bums like they're blocks of wood
I proceeded to gruesomely murder multiple people, choosing those who were unable to fend for themselves.

I can't see myself stopping, if I do then I'm dead
This cycle of violence appears to be never-ending.

And the only way I'm dying is if I sever my own head
The violence and bloodshed will only take my life if I am the one responsible for ending it.

Grip on the tip, so my nub won't slip
I held the weapon firmly in its most effective spot, to avoid dropping it during use.

And I'm about to fuckin' pass it to the hands of 2 Dope bitch
I turned the weapon over to another individual to continue the cycle of violence.

When I cut ya back you better run, duck, and cover.
If I choose to attack someone, they had better be prepared to defend themselves.

You know your jugular well, it's gone
I am skilled with the weapon and will likely be successful in taking a life.

I blacked out last night, realized in the morning
I became so engrossed in my violent acts that I was no longer fully present in my own mind.

Gotta dig another hole in the backyard
I was still taking precautions to avoid arousing suspicion.

Run get me a shovel, it ain't that hard
Obtaining the necessary tools to continue my violent mission was simple and straightforward.

Understand I got a hairpin trigger wrist
My attacks can be expected to be swift and precise.

When I squeeze it off, haha, you get the gist.
The consequences of my violent actions should be clear to anyone I attack.

Perhaps I had a relapse
I may have fallen back into my violent ways.

I seen a pretty pretty neck
A potential victim crossed my path.

And I couldn't relax
I was unable to resist the urge to use the weapon.

I cut through it
I violently attacked the individual, taking their life.

I throw knives with precision
I have trained to be a skilled wielder of sharp objects.

But it's nothing like the feeling
But nothing compares to the rush of violence I experience.

Of committing the incision
The satisfaction I derive from using the weapon is unparalleled.

Flip it over, a radio programmer
I directed my violent impulses towards an unsuspecting radio announcer.

Pound his head into a bloody pizza
I bludgeoned the individual’s head into a bloodily pulpy mess.

With a hammer
I used a crude tool to inflict maximal harm on the victim.

Threw it into the sky and let it stick in my back
I reveled in my violent acts, even to the point of harming myself.

And passed out at Monoxide's front porch like that.
My violent spree ended with me unconscious on a friend’s property.

On this cop who pulled up behind me
A member of law enforcement had the misfortune of encountering me.

I handcuffed him on the side of the street
I took control of the law enforcement officer’s body using physical force.

And started smacking em with it like I was making a beat
I used the axe to violently attack and damage the police officer.

Another cop pulled up
The situation only got worse as another police officer arrived.

So I grabbed the same axe and planted it in his forehead
I did not hesitate to use the weapon on this new target, driving it into his head.

Two more dead, bloody and dismembered
I was responsible for taking many more lives and causing a great deal of violence.

Now it's back in the shed and that's all I remember.
The violence has ended for now, but I have little recollection of the events that transpired.

The axe that split so many backs
The weapon I have used to commit so much violence.

Its back to the tool shed to relax
The weapon has been returned to its resting place for now.

Peep that
Take note of what has happened.

So many failed with no tale to tell.
Many victims of the violence I have inflicted on others cannot share their stories.

And it's only remembered by the stain that they left
All that remains of the violent acts I committed are the bloodstains left behind.