To the individual who posted ICP's lyrics "Night of The Axe" expressing that the words don't rhyme... That's because those words aren't part of the actual lyrics to the song. It's the skit before the song actually begins.
"I showed up at a high-school prom/
Wit an ax in my motherfuckin' palm/
BUT....
My personal favorite from that Era is 17 dead
"17 Dead bodies hanging from a telephone wire/
All 17 on fire/
Lighten up the sky with the smell of death/
Rich bigot fucker, take a deep breath/
Lookin at you makes me go batty/
Just don't be like your motherfuckin daddy/
Cuz he's nothing but a redneck hoe/
Him and his kind created this Ghetto/
They can't deal with there own creation/
Move our father, superb vacation/
But it don't work like that/
It's me at your door, and I've come wit a slug bat/
I'm a stick it to your fuckin nugget/
17 times and your gonna luv it motherfucker/
Drive down my street/
And stare at the folks who can't make ends meat/
Ya don't know now, but that's the plan/
Most people in hell were rich when they died man/
So take that to your golden bed/
Cuz I'm a cut your ass up for the 17 dead/
So to the one who read there skit off as lyrics when it was leading into the actual lyrics of the song. You should actually listen to the song rather then pass a judgement before knowing what you're talking about. That's just ignorant. Ignorance defeats learning.
"I showed up at a high-school prom/
Wit an ax in my motherfuckin' palm/
BUT....
My personal favorite from that Era is 17 dead
"17 Dead bodies hanging from a telephone wire/
All 17 on fire/
Lighten up the sky with the smell of death/
Rich bigot fucker, take a deep breath/
Lookin at you makes me go batty/
Just don't be like your motherfuckin daddy/
Cuz he's nothing but a redneck hoe/
Him and his kind created this Ghetto/
They can't deal with there own creation/
Move our father, superb vacation/
But it don't work like that/
It's me at your door, and I've come wit a slug bat/
I'm a stick it to your fuckin nugget/
17 times and your gonna luv it motherfucker/
Drive down my street/
And stare at the folks who can't make ends meat/
Ya don't know now, but that's the plan/
Most people in hell were rich when they died man/
So take that to your golden bed/
Cuz I'm a cut your ass up for the 17 dead/
So to the one who read there skit off as lyrics when it was leading into the actual lyrics of the song. You should actually listen to the song rather then pass a judgement before knowing what you're talking about. That's just ignorant. Ignorance defeats learning.
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