Axe of Abraxas (UPDATED)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: ILL BILL]: Haha! My mind's like, coke and vodka mixed with post-apocalyptic soldiers armed with pistols You don't want the smoke, rollie, mind your business Hits from the Bong, Cypress and the homies there OG like Steven Seagal with the ponytail Swords at award shows, warlords at the gun shows Guns at the drug shows, me at all of the above shows Whispers of whistling apparitions Decapitated black cats and pigeons Now there's rats inside your kitchen! Roaches in your microwave oven, they love it The way you smother assortеd bugs All up in your bed sheets and covers Disgusting and mortifying The thought of dying, somеrsaults across your mind Then belly flop dives off the slide For generation of money goons that drink Sunny Dew's And still have a shootout right here in front of you's! Collect pistols like matching Polo hats Each one a different color with a matching scope attached! [Chorus: Lord Goat]: Blood Tsunami, East Coast Mexican, twenty alibis Camouflaged, with super surveillance, forever televised Newest spots, two box murders movin' with two Glocks Pig Champion from New LOX filled up a shoe box Gore's head, cape with the arm, I'm up in two spots Supercoven, zoot suits, Gino's and tube socks [Interlude: Charles Manson]: Piece of shit, you dig what I'm sayin'? If this is where Abaraxus comes in, if they didn't have the love to do it then who the fuck could? [Verse 2: Sick Jacken]: I never knew what destiny was Never thought I'd get close to win every buzz Now I see what being my own enemy does Shit he gotta be for broke I hit with the slugs This is real life, I don't give a fuck about this rap shit Looking for the truth while I'm swimmin' in the acid Never found the answer, but I enjoy the transit Anything to get out of a world that's made of plastic! I'm out of place 'cause that's what I chose I see they finally tipped the scale with sheep in designer clothes I never, follow the leader because I'd be walkin' in circles Grown men sippin' medicine enslaved in purple They gangbang the Hangman Colors with the Pac-Man A gender in my area that hurt the brown and black man Now the prisons are filled with half of my block Then blur the line between the truth of pussy and cock, it's crazy! [Chorus: Lord Goat]: Blood Tsunami, East Coast Mexican, twenty alibis Camouflaged, with super surveillance, forever televised Newest spots, two box murders movin' with two Glocks Pig Champion from New LOX filled up a shoe box Gore's head, cape with the arm, I'm up in two spots Supercoven, zoot suits, Gino's and tube socks [Outro: Charles Manson]: I respect that same asshole and I'm down with him everyday, that's Abaraxus, man! We roll on-we be rollin' hard since you come on the chair, tell 'em [?] fuck you you son of a bitch, don't you shit and piss in his face, you dig what I'm sayin'? Knock him down, then he comes back and feeds me with it, and let's me live, and when he let's me live, then I look back at him and I say "well haha, you know, you know it's not so bad after all if you let me live, so now I have to let you live!"