Axe Murder Boyz All Day lyrics

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
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