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please Lord, tell me that my karma even now, after all she put me through gotta be evened out. can’t even love no more because I can’t find the trust to do

am
In a Jam, Butter Knife Sing
I put that on my Bread
They don't make no more like me
I'll tell you who I am
I don't care who don't like me
Sometimes

I'm a full metal asshole, shit
Put that knife up on my fuckin wrist and let it rip
Yo' bitch call me a tampon the way I let it drip
Cut em open, take

the
See I don't wanna fight no more
I don't want another sorry from you
Just wanna walk out that door
Cause I know what I'm worth
But do you
You hit below

Verses From the Abstract

A Tribe Called Quest

The Low End Theory

1991

it, then get the wax utensils
Write my rhymes straight up, don't get with no fancy stencils
The rhymes we get is sweet, we stay away from tart
Our

of a knife

I wasn't really doing much
But chilling in the kitchen
Laying in the cut you know
Playing my position
Watching the Super bowl
Really that's like

Where the Hood At [Original]

DMX

Grand Champ [Bonus DVD]

2003

Don't want me havin' no patience, turn into more patients
More trips to ICU 'cause I see you
Trying to get away with shit a real nigga wouldn't do

throw 
Tryna find my soul like nemo

I love you till the day that I'm dead 
No more living in regret 
My life is a mess 
I hear voices in my head 
I hope

back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't

remember tomorrow, no one knows
Well baby you cut me like a knife
You cut me like a knife
Tell me you didn’t mean it
That’s all that I’m needing
Offer

to live that life
They're gonna cut you off just like a knife
Amore morë morë ハンパない

上下に swipeでいいね
覗く他人の人生
衝撃の life I'm dreaming
Can't get enough,

to touch 

When I take the throne, then your ass will be a “has-what?” 

I’m on that fast cut, bitch, I’m bleeding blue 

I’m in the game switching lanes

nigga wit no feelings
And the Hennessy draining the pain
When the feelings come babygirl I cannot feel it
On the low low
You don’t hoe
I’ma pour 4
That’s

do no more
They don't make em with the truth, truth, truth, truth, truth tells me you
Somebody I need to cut out
Somebody I need to put down
Somebody

of the rain
The metaphorical game that’s he’s
Spitting just to
Be sitting in the wrong lane
Just to be run over by
A goddamn semi Mack truck
But you don’t have

no wayyyy
Living life girl, okay
Get the knife, cut the cocaine
Aight first things first
Know the deal
All say that I’m fake
Let me give you something

my shot like it's the top of the key call it Irish green
I don't think about losing cause that's what winners don't do
I don't cut bits Nah I just cut

He lives down by the furnace,
janitor, janitor,
and he makes the young kids nervous,
janitor, janitor,
he tells everybody to call him Tony,
but he

of shit go, it’s no more so
Eh, eh eh eh eh
Golf courses are some shi-i-i-it
Everything is gone
I don’t take pleasure so this bullet’s
Gonna be my last

about
Let me check you out, hoe, okay

Women, weed, and weather
Got me feelin' like I'm Kenny
Ain't no limit to what I'm gonna be

Yeah, all my niggas

That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by

ain't nothing wrong
Biggest bird in the game and that is no lie
I'm always gonna ride shawty by my side
I could sell you some old shoes
That are not your

Put a ice on the wrist, now it's frozen
Put a knife to the clowns, no more jokin'
I'ma always stand out cause I'm chosen
I'ma always stand out cause

cut them ties wit my niggas
cint no 
Money or no people that could solve my problems
 
cnytime niggas see me i jus stay on timing

I cant let these