This is a song about "Sliced"

The damage i'm doing tonight is like the product of all the shit i've sliced

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

Thank god for the free thinkers, for you keep me in mind

"ooo cute kitty, want some food?" after being just sliced

Sliced it from throat to tail, watched its organs fall out.

Y'all be in love, like the howard crowd

Finding more light to shed

Im the best thing since sliced bread,

Bet they cancel they date like waking up late with a pimple

I grabbed my pocket knife and sliced off her right nipple

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

My mic's like a samuri its sliced heads,

Whoever fights me is gonna get his life sliced by my knife

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

But i just wanna make love to your mind

All these thoughts in my head might explode when sliced/