This is a song about "I have knifes"

Cause i'm thinking me and you could get along

I have to admit, i have to yawn.

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

I write every single fight that i have

Now i'm playin' solitaire patient

Thinking "how many have i killed?"

I have a journey to crest have you for dinner

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Every goal i have ever set my self i have accomplished

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

I have to be quicker, i have to be the victor

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Flow i have it, and i'l never have to patch it

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

But i have fucking amazed

But they sold jello in the paint