done? Pumping in your chest Pressure's rising and you sweat You feel like you're going to faint The pills you possess are not going to help you She's like a razor
down for the count [Verse 1:] This sir, is the beef from the caterz K, C's, dem men, and dem hataz [?] Real sharp on my thing like a razor blade come
goin down for the count [Verse 1:] This sir, is the beef from the caterz K, C's, dem men, and dem hataz [? ] Real sharp on my thing like a razor Blade
final gift, dramatic in its virtue It's a beating heart I made for you Ten razors buried bones And a kiss that tastes like violence Blue sand shadows look from
Tracey Ross but I don't keep a girlfriend, look Warm is a pen from the hand from the head That whatever it creates it will land in the hand In the pack
razor cut lyrics that make your girl wanna f*** wit us I guess that's why you hate us so much.. But guess what...motherfu**ers keep it up.. Ya bitin' the hand
Come on! New York we back!!! (Swizzy!!!) [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] If you from New York stand up right now! If you from New York hands up right now!!! Get
in the dark dilligently I'm not what you think I appear to be fucked up Mentally endangered I can't stay away from a razor I just want my face in a paper
over Crawling up Stumbilng all around Losing my place Only to find I've come full circle [IV. Intervals] First: Our deadly sins feel his mortal wrath Remove all obstacles from our
George stealin' chickens from my farm. Damn, Another dead pigeon If your mafiosos then I'm bringin' on Haitian Sicilians Nobody's shootin', my body's made of hand
're running your mouth, Our razor blades come out, Because it's nothing in my mouth except my dick and what I spit, So my dick is in my hand when I respond
you're running your mouth, Our razor blades come out, Because its nothing in my life except my dick and what I spit, So my dick is in my hand when I
you're running your mouth, Our razor blades come out, Because its nothing in my mouth except my dick and what I spit, So my dick is in my hand when I
, a mind full of poisin, a mouth full of flu and a lung full of SARs, fresh from the mayonaise jar, prepared to bring you down reach your razor blades
of rotting destiny Our worst nightmare Your throat will bleed your skin will burn Your throat will bleed your skin will burn I've watched your skin burn Your warm hands
blackest basement Makes us fags for fads to keep us in our padded places Hacks a cackled crash and asked us where our scattered faith went Trash in her left hand