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Hip hop beats that strike like a Jedi
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,112
Peak in subgenre #572
Author
Unorthodox
Rights
Unorthodox
Uploaded
December 17, 2002
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MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
this one time, at band camp --
Lyrics
i got razors and pins ready to staple your skin
erase ya grin i bring all the seven deadliest sins
better think twice before you say you sick of this life
i'm quick with the knife, slice like a drunken midwife
no chance to survive you ain't gon' make it alive
it's suicide like allergic kids shakin' a beehive
freestyle with death ya breath may be your last
understand ya life may be ya past, it ends with a blast
your friends laugh when they stand on ya grave
it lasts for a day, but when it's late they grabbin a blade
stabbin away like no tomorrow and they all know the sorrow
you lead the way on the path they chose to follow
come on, enough's enough feel the razors cut
and see the flames go up nobody gave a fuck
and cut deep till blade is stuck inside the vein
for one last time let us all ride the pain
come on, where's ya saviour?
ya bleedin from wrist better pass the razor
come on, stab ya heart chamber
we bleed from wrist better pass the razor
it's pain from nine-to-five and you and i know
ain't no one there that cares so fuck a suicide note
(cuz) when ya body is cold that somebody you told
about ya problems will find you chopped up in a hole
thinkin there was something he could've done to prevent this
so he chooses to end this now you slit your friend's wrist
cuz he can't resist the wish to escape this world
so he takes the stake-knife to forsake the urge
and cuts the flesh till it burns like the fiery pits
the knife is ridin the wrist he slips into the abyss
where the serpents hiss and the corpse is scared stiff
in lairs and crypts, they greet you with a razor kiss
just put a bullet through your head and get it over with
and don't let anybody know this shit
man, slit ya wrist with the sharpest tip
bite ya lip till the blood drips tighten ya grip
there's a war, who you fightin it with? son we die alone
when there's nothing left but rotten bones we flyin home
join the circle, and pass the fucken razor to ya left
take a good firm grip and now place it on ya chest
then give it to the next one who's ready to bleed
and believe there's nothing here so it's better to leave
we swore never to breathe again i can see the end
but my eyes are closed so come and sleep my friend
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