shes got an axe.

when she come's you'll hide.

 but there's no where you can go she won't find.

she's big and bad and she's got an axe,

she'll deal you out your 40 whacks.

and she'll hide your parts around the house.

so you can live forever,

in a game of cat and mouse.

and every year in the same state

you'll relive that awful date.

so uuh made a poem thing while i was in the shower ahaha yes, i am that brand of weird.