Mary had a little hatchet In a box hidden under her bed She held it close to her chest and she thought "This would look great in the back of his head
up things We should forget about When it comes to forgettin' Baby, there ain't no doubt We bury the hatchet But leave the handle sticking out We bury the hatchet
shit on lock and you can put that on my hatchet Just like death and fucking taxes they gon' always be a psychopathic [Shaggy 2 Dope:] My hatchet chain
/destroy everything I love and if I could help I'd help myself I'm tired of waiting for my hack at you you know you don't have forever hatchet job or hatched
through the sky This is the hatched of war and we have used it before This is the hatched of war Fear our hatched of war
in testing jars, then forgot Typical condition Tape the arms Stitch the eyes shut All for blood, all four walls, what to follow? A hatchet, to the corners
My ears are bleeding from the shit that spills from your mouth I have had enough,Ive given up,its not what we're about. I know your bored because
my charlie and i can be your george let's bury the hatchet like the beatles and the stones they'll play our songs forever on the radio let's bury the hatchet
and there you go again You ought to bury the hatchet and leave behind all of the lies and your disguise You know that I just want to bury the hatchet
Place your justice in my palm and then I'll make fist Punch your grimaced face until every knuckle breaks And bleeds in resistance to my sidewalk painting
I think you know what I'm getting at I find it so upsetting that the memories that you select you keep the bad but the good you just forget and even
I think you what I'm getting at I find it so upsetting that the memories that you select you keep the bad but the good you just forget and even though
Dr. Hatchet dressed in white How can you sleep at night? Lives you've taken and thrown away You'll have to give account on judgement day. But Dr. Hatchet
like them flavored blunt wraps Or a peach white owl But here, I'm in a hurry So just pack a bowl for now It's still a hatchet bitch Ain't nothing change
Charlie and I can be your George Let's bury the hatchet Like the Beatles and the Stones They'll play our songs forever on the radio Let's bury the hatchet
Let me tell you a story A story you can understand About a little girl That had a whole world Right in the palm of her hand Now she was born With a silver
Oh, oh Oh, oh You were alone, I took you in I let you ride for me Snatched you up and I made a sting I showed you what feeling could be Came home tonight
New York City, you're so big and tough, Well here we come, baby, struttin' our stuff. Well we look kinda freaky we're pretty damn bad. Cause Southern