Axes & Gats

[Intro: Ruthless Rob & 2-Face]
Yeah bitches! Isolated Beingz! Yeah! Project motherfuckin' Born! Uh huh! And Axe Murder Boyz! Woooo! Axes and Gats! What you know about it? Where my wicked shit gangstas at?

[Verse 1: Ruthless Rob]
I got a fucked up mind full of fucked up shit
Sick thoughts in my head got me fiendin' for the blood drip
I dump clips, cut your ass into microchips
Throw your naked body in the river like a skinny dip
My life ain't pretty, bitch, and I ain't sorry, ho
I'm eatin' more shrooms than Super Mario
I talk a lot of shit and known to smoke a lot of pot
A wack rapper is something that Ruthless Rob is not

[Verse 2: Lil Polk & Ruthless Rob]
Somebody call the cops, it's a dead body in here
Project niggas in the front, Axe Murder the rear (We on the job)
With the mob you can't fuck with Capone
Either bang in the streets or take your punk ass home
Pussy ass nigga, you standin' in the front of the trigger
We are from Virginia, aye Rob, nigga, pass me the liquor
This ain't the same old shit that you used to
Pass me the gat, I'ma show you what the deuce do (Uhh!)

[Chorus: 2-Face & Ruthless Rob, Bonez Dubb, & Ruthless Rob]
Axes and gats! Axes and gats!
Axes and gats! Axes and gats!
Do you pack you a gat like the fuckin' Zodiac?
Or equipped with an axe like a fuckin' maniac
Axes and gats! Axes and gats!
Axes and gats! Axes and gats!
Where my wicked shit gangstas at? Where they at?
Where my wicked shit gangstas at? Where they at?

[Verse 3: Bonez Dubb]
Keep comin' with that fuckin' bullshit, I wish (I wish)
You motherfuckers would just quit up in this bitch (Up in this bitch)
How many times have I dealt with that hater-ous nonsense?
Since AMB has hit the scene the fuckin' jealousy commence
Think you will chart, split you apart, I stay wicked, AMB heart
You tried motherfucker, I'm still alive, don't even start
Jump kickin' finish like Liu Kang, you ho, my verse stuck in your brain for sure
Bang! FBI classify us as a gang now

[Verse 4: 2-Face]
You just brought a knife to an axe fight, motherfucker!
I'm takin' your life tonight, motherfucker!
AMB brought the axe, PJB got the gats
Plus we roll with barbed wire bats and thumbtacks
Leave a hell of an impact like TNA
We kings of the wicked, all you others are gay
Underground underdogs with lyrics from the grave
And we all get drunk, yeah, we all get blazed (Come on!)

[Chorus: 2-Face & Ruthless Rob, Bonez Dubb, & Ruthless Rob]
Axes and gats! Axes and gats!
Axes and gats! Axes and gats!
Do you pack you a gat like the fuckin' Zodiac?
Or equipped with an axe like a fuckin' maniac
Axes and gats! Axes and gats!
Axes and gats! Axes and gats!
Where my wicked shit gangstas at? Where they at?
Where my wicked shit gangstas at? Where they at?

[Verse 5: Frank Nitty & Ruthless Rob]
There was axes and gats for snitches and rats
Pistols and packs for these haters off the yak
I got that murderistic flow and you know who we be, yeah
PJB, IB, and AMB and
We ain't fuckin' with these bitches on the weekend
Tryna see which one of these tricks let me freak in
Speakin', sayin' what we want while y'all be duckin' shit
Pussyfoot niggas, y'all don't know who y'all fuckin' with

[Verse 6: Young Wicked]
Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!
Oh shit, it's OT (OT), isolated homie (Homie)
Born as a project of being created in the 303
Peep the verse out, everybody wanna be the wickedest, it won't work out
'Cause Young Wicked kick it the illest (bitch), them bitches twerk out
Booty work, booty work, bounce to the OZ
Project Born and AMB, Isolated B-E-I-N-G
Here the track go, lay up off the crack ho
Lay up off the whack flow, lay off the man asshole (Ugh!)
You suckin' other rappers' dicks, you might as well be a chick
With no tits or pussy lips, fuckin' bitch (Haha!)
I'm layin' off in a bad freak, a different girl than the one I had last week
She was pumping my piece and I was squeezing on her ass cheek
You fake faggots is ultra gay and mad weak
Comin' around my set, all nut jockin' and mad geeked
Undercover suckers don't ever get past me
Hater, I'm greater, wanna see me later
I'm faded, I'll fuckin' hit you and I hate it
With a gat or an axe blade, bitch, and the fact is I'm fat paid, bitch
Give it all away to party with my family, bitch
And it's like that (Yup!)
I like red like Pee-wee Herman's tie, mack
Red like the color of gettin' Pee-wee Herman's bike back (Haha!)
Hit your woman's neden and then I say bye, bitch

[Chorus: 2-Face & Ruthless Rob, Bonez Dubb, & Ruthless Rob]
Axes and gats! Axes and gats!
Axes and gats! Axes and gats!
Do you pack you a gat like the fuckin' Zodiac?
Or equipped with an axe like a fuckin' maniac
Axes and gats! Axes and gats!
Axes and gats! Axes and gats!
Where my wicked shit gangstas at? Where they at?
Where my wicked shit gangstas at? Where they at?