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Axe Murder Boyz
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All Day
Lyricist:Ewart Abner, George Guy Pka Buddy Guy, Jimmy Reed
All day, each and every which way We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game All day, each and every which way We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game
I'm hiding out in the dark in all of them cemetery places And I put tattoo teardrops on all the dead bodies' faces 'Cause it is they who cry for us and if I may bust And separate all the hate from those Who are down with us and when I say, rush
It's like a thousand knives and hatchets to your head It's the Ginsu-nami makin' these black streets red (What I said?)
The dead meets and plot so be afraid We're makin' zombies with bodies And then unleash what we made, it's all day
All of my lifetime, waitin' and gradually seperatin' All of the rational thinkin' from out of my mind Rewind and everybody comes to find out that That's why people like you die or either hide out
I got you glowin' and I'm squeezin' like Darth Vader And I'm hopin' now that I can introduce you to your maker All it takes is a little bit of my hate to get it goin' From zero to fuckin' totally insane and I'm knowin' that
All day, each and every which way We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game Who want it? What? Step and you get fucked up
Whoever want it with us Like what Want it with us Like what
All day, each and every which way We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game Who want it? What? Step and you get fucked up
Whoever want it with us Like what Want it with us Like what
Lazy eyes that be lookin' in all directions My crazy mind that you can't get with no connections Protection is brought to me from the dead It's an army of the anti life so what's ahead?
Is a muthafuckin' beat down, we stick around Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com All the wack can hate And change pace after we murderin' all the snakes and fakes Keepin' it wicked, but don't know if it's enough I'm takin' a picture of the sickest form of love, it's fucked up
I'm all day, 24/7 like 7/11 spittin' venom on a mission to get to heaven We hellish and people relish the transition of a scrub To a kamakaze who got little to no love (What?)
What you got? Nothin', I'm bein' positive I ain't even trippin', my whole lifestyle is monsterous As a hatchet with a broken handle and a course blade Your wig belongs to us, consider your debt paid, all day
All day, each and every which way We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game Who want it? What? Step and you get fucked up
Whoever want it with us Like what Want it with us Like what
All day, each and every which way We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game Who want it? What? Step and you get fucked up
Whoever want it with us Like what Want it with us Like what
All day, each and every which way We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game Who want it? What? Step and you get fucked up
Whoever want it with us Like what Want it with us Like what
All day, each and every which way We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game Who want it? What? Step and you get fucked up
Whoever want it with us Like what Want it with us Like what
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