Lyrics:
I'm not your boxcutter
The one you put away
Hid in the junk drawer
And only pull it when something goods on its way
I'm not your boxcutter
I've got
The boxcutter went, click click
Something in the hole went, click click
The boxcutter went, click click
These are the bones, bones from the grave of Houdini
faggot rappers can't thrive anymore
Yeah!
Class is in session, so you can stop guessing
Who the fuck I be, it's me(Boxcutter Pazzie)
Focus, on what has
will take us to Muhammed
Hurry up, give the boxcutter to me
While I flow this plane
Into someone's fucking office!
I blow, blow, blow this place
I blow
[Aesop Rock]
Before shooting troops was cooler than hula hoops,
High noon was your basic who's who of brutal truth.
Hot summer gun or box-cutter
Cut your face off, cut your fucking face off
Take a boxcutter and peel your human face off
Its over, you're ours
You've accepted what cannot be
Imma burn your house down I'm the arsonist
Napalm molotov you ain't stopping it
Boxcutter by my side Imma sharpen it
Imma cut open your throat
see me bleed pass the boxcutter and you'll be mourning
I hate the taste of alcohol but it makes me feel happy
I broke my vow of never drinking in that
And hope that it's over but
Feelin' like shit won't change..
Bloodsucker
Boxcutter
Limp around
Mr. Useful now
Miss your youth for once
Told 'em to suck it up
Boxcutter
You journeyed with me
Everywhere I went
You kept me company
And you were my only friend
But I know you
Can't really stay
Cuz you aren't good for me
like rabbit boy
Lay you in the scrapyard
We from the fear farm
You bet you gonna bleed
Got the UPS boxcutters on me
Ghost Man, Grave Man, keep it dusk
Bound to the faintness of an hour glass
Open boxcutter, empty cigarette
The meaning of life will come in a dream
This is why we must never go to sleep
a Glock with a beam
Upper echelon rhyme, rock to a fiend
Cut your fuckin' spine on the dime, nahmean?
Stupid!
HAHAHAHAHHA! Yeah, Boxcutter Pazzy, yeah
right
Until the money runs out
Go on and twist the knife
Boxcutter make it alright
Make it alright
When the money comes out
That's when they twist
dead in the chest
The kamikaze
The flying monkey is Ozbourne like I was Ozzy
Boxcutter Pazzy yo, Mr benton
Kato, what up?
Yeah, all I need is one mic
mud
Still ftp they still got my brothers in cuffs
Watch me start a riot, ruckus fuck all this shit up
Boxcutter this cunt, boxcutter my wrists
Feel
across (uh-huh)
They depicted me the boss, of course (alright, alright)
My orange box-cutter make the world go 'round (hmm)
Plus I'm fuckin, bitches
across (uh-huh)
They depicted me the boss, of course (alright, alright)
My orange box-cutter make the world go 'round (hmm)
Plus I'm fuckin, bitches
box-cutter make the world go 'round (hmm)
Plus I'm, ain't my homegirls now (alright, oh yeah)
Start stackin' (uh), dabbled, packin' (uh)
Nickname Medina,
Hit off half yo face
My orange box-cutter make the world rotate
My orange box-cutter make the world rotate
On it's axis, acid, sheets that
Ain't for
like old grand earth, can of green beans
We'll cut you and you and you, nigga
This is me, Rae and Rick, box-cutters on crews, nigga
on, even when I was wrong I got my point across
They depicted me the boss, of course
My orange box-cutter make the world go round
Plus I'm fuckin'
the back door
- GOOD THING WE BROUGHT THE GLOCK
Five boxcutters drawn they was ready for war
- GOOD THING WE BROUGHT THE GLOCK
That's that thug down from
loose, tuckin 380's
Standin in the trap screamin fuck you pay me
[Verse]
Nigga I'm one-seven-five wet, movin like Deebo
Boxcutter like a nigga work
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