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marrow
Make a knife handle, skin you like tatanka
Then run you down like my
Name was Larry Csonka
Who used to be a Dolphin down in Miami
Play me too close

note it down
Cause the television chef chokes only on the gristle, he knows the production values of the knife handles
We cut through our stale

or nearing worthy light
Covered up with beer to steer the sneers to those who hold the knife
Handles made of mantle, I candle heat but not The Edge

crying and asked did I love her or what
I ain't tryna go to jail help me cover it up
She took his right hand 
And put it on the knife handle
So it'll look

banter, no light left in this lantern 
Stories haunt project halls while upsetting the campers 

Canned worms open now scram, herb 
Knife handles sticking

know he could decorate himself with 
buttons of every shape and colour.

All made of plastic (all made of plastic...)

Plastics began with knife handles

I need you to tell me what you want

I can cut the tension in the room with a butter knife
I handle the heat like an oven mitt
I ain't got

don't take too muchh

Light the candles
Somebody go get this knife a handle yeah
Pour the juice in
The party's over at three
After party you are free
It's

knife
Without handle
Dealing with the unknown

a knife
Told me handle my things
And if not, when I came back
He would handle me
I put my first little bit of fear in niggas
I was gassed
Started hangin'

Older niggas in the hood used
To try to dub me til pops gave me a knife
Told me handle my things
And if not, when I came back
He would handle me
I put my

knife
Twist the handle, side to side
We let the knot go
You let it die

I swear I'm not paranoid
I let it in as if I had a choice
Just bury me in red
I

like an oil spill
I'm down at the gas station all night
Trying to wash it off

Bathin' in the pale blue neon light
Handed you a knife with

mantle jump
Over your corpse
Bloody lil candle
Knock all ya teeth out
No fairy, do dental
Sacrifice you, you
Ain’t so mental
Pull out my knife
I slice,

was there
 
Hand you a knife
With the handle your way
Exquisite leather
With your name engraved
Should I face you or should I look away
And feign

feel the knife cut
Wooden handle wooden bone
Wooden puppet broken nose

When there's blood on the grass
And your eyes shatter glass
And you love without

and cracked brass bells
from the mighty Chattahoochee to Seattle
desert sage and sulfur smells
and guns with a knife for a handle
Crying in the USA, lord,

every enemy knife
We can handle everything
All this is because you...