Myles Malice - My Knife | Текст песни

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(hook)

He’s the only one, who knows exactly what I’m thinking
He’s the only one, I’m tellin who I hate he listens
He’s the only one, I can confide in bout my sickness
He’s the only one who tells me what to do
I must obey my knife
If want it , Imma get it 8X

I’m talkin about my knife, he’s down to fight when shits the thickest
I’ve got an anvil on my back, but the boss gone lighten up my hit list
Tellin me “run up in the house kill em all but one” I listen and assist him
Gotta get that sole survivor home, cut him up real nice for din din
I’ll add some lemon pepper to my Cajun marmalade
My knife is always fuckin famish he could feast on flesh for days
And I gotta keep him happy if I don’t he’ll cut my veins
Bu when my knife is satisfied we put rappers in shallow graves
Everywhere I go he wit me he may be my passion
Everywhere I look he thinkin, plottin like a craftsman
Everytime I’m thinkin no, my knife he be my yes man
And everytime I question him he cuts me teachin lessons
So imma keep on stabbin em, and it ain't gone quit til I hit cement
Just reprimanding em, that I’m the shit, rippin up your scripts
That shit ain't havin it, where the bossman at, found another victim for him
Speakin of the devil, neva livin dormant
Comin for your life, and my knifes absorbin

(hook)

I live in constant fear of livin life without my knife
And I will never give him up, that trigger shit just won’t suffice
I need to feel it, the light leavin
--- Eyes fade to black, repeat it, I might eat it
--- and that’s a fact!
I’m wrappin them rappers in plastic, shank em toe tag em and bag em
My knife be up on my mind like 24/7 no lackin
We hide in the shadows, silent, patiently plottin discetion
Waiting for the moment when you notice your housin my weapon
Ooo, hurts right? YES
I can't even fathom it
I twist knife right! YES
Pull the blade out then I put it back in
And now my sights red, and all I really wanna do is, ---
But I’m tichin for the kitchen gotta get up in there soon
Like I’m Wolfgsng Puck, cook em up and consume
I spit white hot sixteens, they scuffin kees thanks to my knife, YES
He’s the reason I keep breathin, spittin flames and fuckin thrivin
My knife be so much more than just your basic average blade tho
Hes a figment of my mind, thee enigma I’m a slave for

(hook)

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