Blame The Music

Lyrics

[Intro: Joe Black] How many times you wanna kill a bitch? How many times you wanna kill a bitch? How many times you wanna kill a bitch? [Verse 1: Billy Obey] Feel safe, no We the A-X-E with the doomsday flow And since day one we've been preaching Armageddon (Yessir) No hope to ever see a part of Heaven If it is real (Nah) but I doubt it I'm far gone Tryna figure out which planet to park on (Woo!) This track in your whip, it's a car bomb Sharpshoot the shit with Bret Hart mom Bitch won't shut up, (Kill a bitch!) it's been a long day And that bitch get cut up for looking at me the wrong way About an hour later I'm parlaying Drunk at the bar saying "Hey, no more car payment!" (Yeah) Sat around, I felt my heart aching When I sobered up better start praying Man fuck that I'm better off talking to the wall Her head got severed off cock parked in her jaw (hahahahaha!) We back, yes The steez hack flesh here to ease that stress (Motherfucker) Growing better with each last breath Settled vendettas with meat cleavers I'm finna clean that mess Yes, that I made when I lost it After that wrote rap then napped in a coffin (La la la la!) Bodies I'ma hack 'til I'm exhausted Probably grip the axe with that I kill often [Chorus: Joe Black & Billy Obey] How many times you wanna kill a bitch? Homie, do it! Homie, do it! At the end of the day, you can blame it on the music At the end of the day you can blame it on the music How many times you wanna kill a bitch? Homie, do it! Homie, do it! At the end of the day, you can blame it on the music At the end of the day you can blame it on the music [Verse 2: Joe Black] I can tell you wanna lose it, man, go ahead and do it If you wanna kill your bitch, do it to our music And we know life can be too much Smash your ride into a fucking bus, bumping us The CD is free, but it'll cost you your sanity To join the fan club, well, you gotta kill your family Your daddy is already dead, axe yo mommy The sign that declined that says AXE dot com Do you love the night and deny the sun Love blood, guts, revenge, and desire some Walk back into the job that you got fired from Make sure to return fire but with a gun (Pop pop pop!) And when your done aim your weapon where ya head is No more bullets in your gun, put a knife where your neck is Cut left to right like you drawin' a necklace And when you meet the Devil, you better give us credit [Chorus: Joe Black & Billy Obey] How many times you wanna kill a bitch? Homie, do it! Homie, do it! At the end of the day, you can blame it on the music At the end of the day you can blame it on the music How many times you wanna kill a bitch? Homie, do it! Homie, do it! At the end of the day, you can blame it on the music At the end of the day you can blame it on the music [Outro: Joe Black] How many times you wanna kill a bitch? How many times you wanna kill a bitch? How many times you wanna kill a bitch? How many times you wanna kill a bitch?