Lyrics:
for twenty years
now there's action on the basement stairs now
a monster half-man half-beast grind
hear the hatchet (grind grind)
the pilgrim gets
for twenty years
now there's action on the basement stairs now
a monster half-man half-beast grind
hear the hatchet (grind grind)
the pilgrim gets
half with lyrical axes and hatchets.
Champagne champagne, all black new range real drip more rain putting words you saying count it count count it up
I'm wise, well-traveled, and I've learned half a lot from, the other half I've seen
Why bury the hatchet when you lose half the plot and I grow stronger
have asses that are the fattest
Smoking a blunt and then showing em to the mattress
Dick split a bitch in half, like hitting her with a hatchet
My eyes
a rear-view mirror now
She took a hit from the slapstick
And grew fond of the taste
She got her hands upon a rusty hatchet
And hacked off half her face
Such
'Cause I'm back with the backpack pac
Put the axe and the hatchet
For you half-ass rap fags
Back to attack, slap your bitch
I stab and kidnap (Wow)
You're
your eyes
Split you in half I got one for each side
Gripping my hatchet come at me and try
Dual wielded hatchet come at me and try
Split you in half I
wit a hatchet guy
Let me go ahead and check my watch
(Fo whut?)
So I can see how much time you got
(Ah!)
Before the hatchet that I run wit
and split his ass in half
A little closer so i can check out the spray
And let his blood tip my window while im driving away
{Madrox}
Who ya? I'm like
I'll promise you a gift
Worth much more if not sold
Half for you and half for me
If I may act so bold
I'll promise you a home
That money
Juggalos I guess that explains it
We relate 'cause we've been through the same kinds of pain
I mean ICP don't rap about the money we get
Because half
Straight up it's ass
Let's bury the hatchet
Right in your skull
Cut it in half
And use it for a bowl
Let's bury the hatchet
Right in your head
Bury
Unburied Hatchet
(Verse)
If you say you love God
How can you hate your neighbor?
Oh, my brother
Love is but a labor
(Pre-Chorus)
And you’re
the greeny on his lap
Rude Boy wasn't lookin', we hit a crack head
Flippin' off the windshield, the motherfucker's dead
Zombie cut in half, look out
Rude Boy wasn't looking
We hit a crack head
Flipping off the windshield
The motherfucka's dead
Zombie cut in half
Look out of regret
Insane Clown Posse
I wear my crooked smile
to every place I go
I'm half the man I used to be
you should have known
I can't face this all alone
sleepless nights
Rogersville Alabama,
With a half-ounce of weed and a case of Sterling Big Mouth.
My buddy Gene was driving, he just barely turned sixteen.
And I'd like
Rogersville Alabama, with a half-ounce of weed and a case of Sterling Big Mouth.
My buddy Gene was driving, he just barely turned sixteen.
And I'd like
on the yacht and wash clothes
Let the chop' blow, bag a half a block plot grows, what?
Old school players to new school fools
'Kast keep it jumpin' like
measured half a mile from tip to tail
silver and black with powerful fins
They say he could split a mountain in two
That's how we got the Grand Canyon
lean on the yacht, wash clothes
Let the chop' blow, bag a half a block plot grows, what?
Old school players to new school fools
'Kast keep it
G's up, ridin' from the cradle to the casket
And beyond, recognize thug shit
Poundin' out the trunk bitch
Runnin' wit' a mother fuckin' hatchet
You
Rogersville Alabama
With a half-ounce of weed and a case of Sterling Big Mouth
My buddy Gene was driving, he just barely turned sixteen
And I'd like to say,
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