This is a song about "Cut"

Stop the camera, cut, its over

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Cut me like bacon i'll cut you up like leeks

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,

That means i have no block

Hoping to cut you down to hundred stitches

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

There’s no looking out, got cut,

Car with no limit what

Talking about the god you serve

Cut you with the same pair of scissors

That i can't win, so i'm invitin' some help

Bueller dwells, but i cut school to cut screws through a weld.

Because i needed to cut that decadence.

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns