Horrorcore track aimed at the pissy ass weak families all around, you bustas can't hang with RTI!
rap
horrorcore
illness
craziness
psychotic
dirty raps
Story behind the song
People and their gay little families, but basically I'm rappin' about slammin' axes in punk ass chumps.
Lyrics
Chorus x2:
Back up when you see Rage blazin'-the-track/
Leave you fucked up with an axe layed-in-ya-back//
I'm comin' out the cut to slaughter-yo'-team/
Bitch don't even bother-to-scream//
I got the axe strapped to my back attached wit' ropes-hangin'/
You get attacked scratched left flat from the effects of dope-slangin'//
One hit and you fucked up from the concussion when I'm bustin' this axe to the back-of-ya-skull/
Jump out the closet at ya birthday party an' started attackin'-ya-hos//
Left your corpse torched cold-'n-blue/
Blood sticky as fuck like yo' body was rolled-in-glue/
I told-ya-fools not to fuck-with-Rage/
Hitcha with-the axe matter of fact pump-the-gauge//
Rollin' with sawn-offs axes hatchets-'n-daggers/
Blastin' an' slashin' you faggots-tattered//
Now I'm off in the attic bashin'-ya-kids/
Left 'em strangled and exaspin'-in-bins//
Haven't you ever heard-of-insanity/
Never fuck with killas that'll murda-ya-family/
Visions' extriment like words-on-the-tapestry//
Another victim of mine has been victimized/
Stripped-of-pride when I put my dick-inside/
Left juicy wit' uzies stuffed wit' clips-from-nines/
R-A-G-E carved in her back from the tips-of-knives//
Chorus x2:
Back up when you see Rage blazin'-the-track/
Leave you fucked up with an axe layed-in-ya-back//
It's the Candyman/
Slam 'n jamming-hands through abdomens//
Roarin'-trough floorin'-dudes strictly for-the-news//
This-just-in/
It's disgustin' how I rip-up-men who fuck wit'-us-'n kick-dust-then//
Slaughter-daughters/
Put you in some hotter-water//
Watch it boil-'n-stew/
We straight murderas while you let bitches join-in-ya-crew//
Another axe-attack ta scratch-ya-back that's-a-fact/
CK catch-the-rat an' smash-it-fast/
Damn we the massive-cats slashin'-ass/
Try ta grasp-the-gat I'll smash-ya-Mack//
So please Oh please don't fuck-wit'-this/
Lunge-in-quick an' start dumpin'-cliques when I'm thuggin'-shit//
Chorus x2:
Back up when you see Rage blazin'-the-track/
Leave you fucked up with an axe layed-in-ya-back//