KNIVES

[Hook]
Guaranteed to carve insignia
I'll end your fuckin' lineage
Ultra blade runnin' through the night
Rockin' igneous
Set ablaze your home if you ain't thinkin' that I'm serious
I'll turn you into ash
Your identity mysterious
Too many pocket knives
Too many switchblades
Too many choppin' knives
Smokin' on night shade
Too many butcher knives
Cleaver, got the butcher blade
I'm ridin' through the night
But it's your fuckin' last day

[Verse 1]
Hailin' from the Southern Cutter Mansion is a white figure
Got a triple barrel shotgun, with a double trigger
Clad, dark mask, in the night, leavin' hooves printed
Don't you play with me, my sanity alike to schizophrenics
Maniac with the grey Extra Tuffs
Bust your fuckin' cranium if goofy try to play with us
Antlers 'round my skull, all my shots are motherfuckin' bucks
I'm off the hulk sulfur and that means that I can't give a fuck

[Hook]
Guaranteed to carve insignia
I'll end your fuckin' lineage
Ultra blade runnin' through the night
Rockin' igneous
Set ablaze your home if you ain't thinkin' that I'm serious
I'll turn you into ash
Your identity mysterious
Too many pocket knives
Too many switchblades
Too many choppin' knives
Smokin' on night shade
Too many butcher knives
Cleaver, got the butcher blade
I'm ridin' through the night
But it's your fuckin' last day

[Verse 2]
Screams ringin', servin' as my battle death whistle
I'll blow up your fuckin' house with my red missile
Red target, red beam, points out your brain
Take my knife and grind your face, like the sheaves of grain
I'm a corpse already, drink embalmment fluid
Hand of knives just like I'm Freddy Krueger, try me, stupid
'Summin I won't leave you toothless, snap your bones just like a toothpick
Stoop to you and stomp your skull
Who need proof that I am ruthless?

[Hook]
Guaranteed to carve insignia
I'll end your fuckin' lineage
Ultra blade runnin' through the night
Rockin' igneous
Set ablaze your home if you ain't thinkin' that I'm serious
I'll turn you into ash
Your identity mysterious
Too many pocket knives
Too many switchblades
Too many choppin' knives
Smokin' on night shade
Too many butcher knives
Cleaver, got the butcher blade
I'm ridin' through the night
But it's your fuckin' last day