This is a song about "Cut"

Hoping to cut you down to hundred stitches

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

Speed up, patience, please cause

But il cut your dick off

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

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

Told me not to cut corners, use to cut quarters

We gotta get back to what really matters

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Cut you with the same pair of scissors

I dont just cut with swords

Chomping at your oxygen chords

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

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

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

Nothing for me to cut them bitches loose/