This is a song about "Blades"

With a stim to take, pardon me, as i eviserate with a fist of blades

Then the bitch get lock jawwe on top like toupeshat to the back, with 2 braids

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

Razor blades are sharp as hell, you might as well embrace it,

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

That i cut him open with razor blades,

Got enough blades for when the zombies come

Brand new drop, i'm riding through harlem

I'm a lightning-fast killer whose blades strike with no remorse,

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

Eight inch blades and the tick of a grenade

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

I'm the king of blades bitch just call me kerrigan

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Just make your way into this beautiful bouquet of razor blades/