If you're looking for something wild, the intense imagery in this song can't be ignored. Insane Clown Posse paints a dark, violent picture, but beneath the gory details, there's a deeper message. Their affection for the axe is more than just shock value; it symbolizes a tool for fighting against bigotry and injustice. The repeated mention of violence towards racists and bigots suggests a vigilante-like retribution for those who perpetuate hate. The lyrics might seem extreme, but they emphasize the band's disdain for intolerance. At its core, the song screams for justice and retribution, using vivid language to attack the ugliness of racism and hate.
My Axe
Lyrics
I love my Faygo, my NyQuil pills, Shaggy
I love my buddies, my hatchetman, but I love my axe
My axe is my buddy, I bring him when I walk
Me and my axe will leave your head outlined in chalk
My axe is my buddy, he always makes me laugh
Me and my axe cut bigots spinal cords in half
My axe is my buddy, and when I wind him back
Me and my axe will give your forehead a buttcrack
My axe is my buddy, I never leave without him
Me and my axe will leave your neck a bloody fountain
Everybody, everybody, everybody run
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun (everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop (everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop
Everybody, everybody, everybody run
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun (everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop (everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop
My axe is my buddy, we right planets wrongs
Me and my axe leave bigots dead on Richie lawns
My axe is my buddy, he never make me cry
Me and my axe will leave a divot for your eye
Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch
Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch
Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch
Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch
Tylenol, Tylenol, Tylenol, Tylenol
Tylenol, Tylenol, Tylenol, Tylenol
My axe is my buddy, don't take him for a chump
Me and my axe will leave you hopping on a stump
Everybody, everybody, everybody run
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun (everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop (everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop
Everybody, everybody, everybody run
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun (everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop (everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop
Look into the deadest tree, tell me baby what you see
Don't you hear the branches cry? Asking for the reasons why
Did they hang so many men, from the branches off of them,
Why did humans make them play, with them in their evil way
Look into the moons beam, can you fathom what its seen?
Bodies dragging from a truck, driven by a bigot fuck
Why you think that heavens cry, acid rain and blizzard sky
Ain't no covering tracks, and that's why I'm here, and oh yes
My axe is my buddy, he'll thump into your head
Me and my axe will make your white hoodies red
My axe is my buddy, you let that Dixie wave
Me and my axe will fuck your mother on your grave
Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch
Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch
Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch
Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch
Tylenol, Tylenol, Tylenol, Tylenol
Tylenol, Tylenol, Tylenol, Tylenol
My axe is my buddy, we both cry with the trees
Me and my axe will bring the devil to his knees
Everybody, everybody, everybody run
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun (everybody dies)
Swing swing, chop chop chop (everybody dies)
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop
Everybody, everybody, everybody run
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun (everybody dies)
Sw-ii-ing , chop chop chop (everybody dies)
Swiiiiii-ing, chop chop chop
Everybody, everybody, everybody run
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun (everybody dies)
Swing-a-ling ling , chop chop chop (everybody dies)
Swi-ii-ing, chop chop chop
Everybody, everybody, everybody run
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun (everybody dies)
Swing-a-ling ling, chop chop chop (everybody dies)
Swing-a-ling ling, chop chop chop
Writer(s): Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark, William Dail
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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