Night of the Axe

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Violent J] Showed up at your high school prom With a axe in my motherfuckin' palm And I jumped out the first date, swingin' Necks and backs went flingin', and a toe I went psychopatchic Choppin' throats with a hatchet *Swing* 'Cause they tryna get me So I took a head with me Ran down the hall butt naked If you gotta life, I'ma take it Hah, 'cause I got it goin' on And I broke to the female John *Scream* Motherfuckers think I'm sick You ever seen a bitch take a shit? Fuck that! Let her dookie ass be 'Cause females shittin' is news to me Climbed down the fire escape How many lives can one motherfucker take? One life, two life, three life, four Throw me a MAC-10, I'm bound to take more Fifty lives, comin' on eighty Fuck this, I'm finna *whoop* this lady! Tied the bitch up to a light post Slap her in the face 'cause I'm psycho Beat her down, and beat her up *Whoop-whoop-whoop-whoop* fuckin' slut Some bitches make me wonder Kicked her gut and left my number Call me, fuckin' nympho Then I threw her through a window *Crash* Broke and I climbed up a tree, guy Came back down, I don't know why Straight up insanity Damn, if it ain't a family Hope they come home soon, hah 'Cause I'm waitin' in the bedroom [Interlude: Violent J] *Unlocks door* Sparky? We're home, Sparky *Whistling* Watch your foot, honey *Knocking* Honey, where's Sparky? *Whistling* Mom, Dad, Lisa's in the bathroom, and I've gotta go really bad! Don't worry little Joey, I'll get the bitch out! *Screaming* Mom, Dad! *Chopping sounds* Like it? Have another [Verse 2: Violent J] Diced up all cinco Then I threw 'em in the Pinto Now I'm on Verner, bumpin' the funk With five dead bodies in the trunk! And I'm doin' about ninety To the blue and red's behind me *Sirens* You can pull me over, Jack Just don't look in the back [Interlude: Violent J] Hey what's your fuckin' hurry son? Just don't look in the trunk We got a wild one here, and he's naked Just don't look in the trunk He's got blood on his hands and face Just don't look in the trunk (Be advised, the car is registered to a Wilson family) Just don't look in the trunk Oh, the trunk you say, huh? Oh okay, what do you say we just have a look-see here Oh shit! Don't let him get away! [Verse 3: Violent J] I'm gone, and I ditched the ride And left the dead Wilsons inside Jettin' and I'm hoppin' fences Finna do like my man in Killeen, Texas 'Cause I'm psycholystic You look once and you missed it Look twice and it caught your eye: Me beatin' the shit outta some guy With a bag of bricks Impressin' them dirty-ass sewer chicks A klepto you can't trust Shoulda known when I jacked a bus Fourteen passengers ridin' it One naked psycho drivin' it And we goin', grippin' And there'll be no slippin' 'Cause I'm thinkin' the worst Shit like women and children die first Make you shiver When I drove that bitch in the river Everybody dies Only me survives Innocent folks is what I want So I'm headed for the restaurant [Interlude] (Burritos por favor...) Ohh, shit, Padro, I'm fuckin' full, man Fuckin' burritos, man That burrito fucked me up, man *Screaming* Ah, shit! Duck, man, fuck! C'mon motherfuckers! *Screaming* [Verse 4: Violent J] It's always gotta be a hero But I can't be stopped with silver bullets Or a wooden stake It's your life I quickly take Don't talk shit, I take 'em Take your life, take your life Coppers in choppers pursue The boys in blue, the whole crew Do what they never think So I'm headed for the 18th precinct 'Cause when then finally call it quits I'll be there to cut their necks And that's what I did I hate a fuckin' pig! I'll get a job at the doughnut shop Just to poison a cop Hah, klepto-pathic And I'll fuck you up in a strait jacket 'Cause they finally got me Broke my legs and shot me But I'm still laughin' 'Cause of what happened On the night of the axe [Outro] On the night of the axe 'Cause of what happened, on the night of the axe On the night of the axe What happened, what happened Just psycho, on the night of the axe Just psycho, just psycho Just psycho, on the night of the axe *Clunk* *Screaming* [Skit] The ghettos of America are breeding grounds for the criminal minded As for years they've killed one another off, and America has enjoyed its creation Well now those ghetto-minded criminals have crossed the line into your neighborhood, and will soon give you a taste of the hell that they have lived for so long So, Pops, this time it's your son who gets shot Deal with your own creation