My gun your scars, your wrist your calls
It ain't gon' be no back and forth
Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut
Cut your way through the curtains stained with your blood
They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs
And cut your motherfucking scalp off like i'm the chickasaws,
You know that love is a very serious thing
Whips your back and leaves you with lifetime scars with no healing
So take the stage just show me what you got
As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,
The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again
The scars on ya fist is just the same as the pain in your brain,
Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that
So play back... "whoa ho i'll cut your bodily fat!"
You only live once, tonight we do it twice
Ill cut your thtroat, chop your head and pluck out your eyes,
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