Knifes Cypher (Feat A Bunch Of P...

 

Yo bitch, Fuck a few bitches talk but they do without knowledge

Wicked Ways in the Days, Constant Talking

And I just love your flashy ways, Now, Spittin bars

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox, They call me Gun Shots, Not now, I’m your nightmare cop.

 

This is my ode to knives oh what beautiful creatures!

Treatin faces like remixes and re-doin the features

Culinary arts, openin packages, I use em for so many things

Like when I fingered ya girl with a knife and slit her throat with my dick

I’m a killer with the katana a silly goose with the switch a maniac with the machete

Turn a musical to a giallo I got the sauce heat em up like when the spaghetti is ready

Cut ya spine with a butterfly left more stab wounds in assholes than dragoons in battle

My therapist is scared of me and tries to calm me down but fuck that stupid rabble

I’m on point with an edge like my knife collection people say I’m crazy till those victims are dead

Take ya girl on a blind date stick a knife into my steak and say “Imagine if this was a head...”

Roses are red violets are blue stick a knife into you till you die from the wounds

I sent ya girl a knife for Valentine’s and hid it inside of her shoe

Butterflies and butter knives cut and slice ya fuckin mind get stuck inside and slightly disrupt ya life

How picturesque! Reminds me of my childhood summertimes as I watched the neighborhood run and hide

To summarize I don’t mean to worry you but you will get stabbed motherfucka

Turn ya mother to a sword swallower she nibbles on my sword like that’s nutter butter

Knives are always on my mind and inside ya cranium how perfectly corny!

Knives have a special place in my heart and knives are stuck inside ya circulatory

Knives over here knives over there knives in ya head knives in ya hair

Knives in the car knives in the boat silly little knives lodged in ya throat

I give out knives for charity people say I’m a bit of a mad hatter

“Let’s pretend this never happened” cops tryna rewrite history like Blackadder

I carry the switch even when I ain’t in the wilderness I’m just a passionate backpacker

Several people have attempted to confiscate my knives this world is full of backstabbers

So many knives everywhere oh my golly gee whiz what a beautiful picture!

I got knives galore I got knives galilla I got more knives than my favorite serial killers

Knives for the grandparents knives for the children knives in my therapist ripe for the killin!

They try to portray me as some kind of a villain what do they know? This is just how I make a livin

Blade stretched out before me ridin down upon the cavalry upon a crimson colored dead horse

It’s just me constantly beatin this dead horse my addiction to knives is a double edged sword

Some people have real jobs as for me I surround with knives and start makin friends

The workforce is for pussies I had my shot and chose the knives I’m a bayonet

I often use one blade at a time and lay the rest in some stranger’s neck

“Sir I am your doctor, please listen carefully.” nah fuck what the haters said

I never speak to bitches with their knife holster on wrong just stab em then walk out whistlin all calm

I gossip with my knife friends bout it then keep lookin on KnifeCollectorsOnly.Com

Knives in the moon knives in the Sun knives in the arms dealers knives in their guns

When it comes to stabbin innocent victims I’m number 1

Knives in the country knives in the city knives carvin my autograph in ya girl’s titties

I ain’t goin out a bang I’m goin out with a slice and I’m gonna take the world with me

Knives in the US knives over the border knives through the documents for my restrainin order

Hide the knife in marine wildlife oh silly me why must my friends contaminate the water?

I ain’t cold-blooded with my knife collection I just stab pedestrians while chillin in the cut

And as for the salary I get for my work well let’s just say I’ve made a killin off this stuff

Knives in the asylum knives in the please help me I’m losin my mind

Knives in the WHhFMTVssyvswyshHakHoakehkdinlifyd

The puppet’s pen took a stab at these knife bars once again

I just wrote 50 bars bout knives now that’s what I call cuttin edge

Just an exposè to show the world what I can do with a knife or two

Knives in the museum knives in the zoo knives in the park knives in YOU!

 

 

why you bitch´s stay haten why we out here getin these benjamins don´t hate on the ones you know stay winin

we stay dipin on u hoes got lookin like a murder scene

Show ‘em how much they really mean bitch´s don´t mean shit like Charlie Schean

we stay comin up wanna take the leane bitch wanna hate then pull up and come

for me i´ma pull da choppa out bullets help me walk it out don´t come for the team

we gonna take u down

 

Smash your mac book

step on the mat & crack it

& if I pop my gat at this track it will happen

get trapped with a grappling hook & snap it off or grab it

grab a fuckin knife & stab the matches

get rid of your fuckin life & light the mattress

 

(Young Dream), knife in my pocket I'm watchin you bleed

Don't fuck with me, you better watch it, gimmie your wallet, my lips is what you should read.

You gonna feel dread, you really are dead imma slice you like my corn bread

I'm under your bed with a blade you gon' end up dead you cant kill me I was born to see red

I pull out your guts and feast on you like a buffet your liver removed from your stomach

I pull up in a convertible coupe and I'm stunting you should've knew I was coming fuck it

If you don't like me blow me while I cut you then ,Eat a dick here's some petroleum

Pulled up in a ghost like a Phantom, your girl scum I had no condom so she was a murder victim

I stabbed her while I was fucking her I need a Vicodin

I'm stressed, revenge is sweet I let your body hit the concrete

I smoke my weed indeed now taste the defeat

Fuck boy you ain't nothing, nada

I'm stabbin ya

This is a massacre our culture of sacrificial rituals

Up yours that's what I'm killing for you know the residual

 

 

Them niggas be haters, These hoes are traders, I’m slicing my lightsaber like I’m Darth Vader.

Got my knife in my pocket, Stabbed in my eye-Socket, I’ll reload my gun, Stab with the knife, I’ll half cock it.

Got my 4 dope people on the run, I’m scary and spooky like the nun.

Spitting my hoes on the ground, I’ll spit on my niggas, Stepping on the wooden floor with a knife, You can hear the sound.

I don’t give a damn motherfucker, I’m hitting like I’m Eminem He’s motherfucking in the D12,D12, It’s hip hop, not pop, I would ask if he’d go out with the knife, He says “Maybe”

This is my home, Give it all you got, Reload my gun, Give it a shot

Calling the demon from the evil realm, Using my mighty sword, give me my helm

Hardly can hear a noise from the creek, If you could excuse me, I could get a peek.

Kids run around me screaming “We’ll play Hide-n-seek”

Grabbing my knife out, Stabbing them niggas, Fuck, I can hear them giggling

Like a Peice Of jello, It’s shaking and wiggling

He’s slim shady,Marshall Mathers

I’m a noble knight here to slay the dragon