This is a song about "Cut"

Who know this be the life that i really live

Hoping to cut you down to hundred stitches

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

Cut your breath and don’t think

I am just an artist

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

Gonna cut people who spit bullshit.

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

So i told her thats wassup, then we chillin in the cut

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

Because i needed to cut that decadence.

Cut your wig off, barber

That's what rains for