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butchered knife - kinsey lyrics

[verse 1]
you are a little boy
i am the bigger boy
you are illiterate (you’re f-cking stupid)
i am the principle you are the student
b-tch you’re predictable when you are moving
you are just jealous cause of the attention
pretentious and when i am shredding you will think it’s better
to settle this gritty vendetta with several weapons with me face-to-face

you call yourself “knife”
it’s cute but it’s fake
you’re just a liar
you self harm today
however i guess with a little more hindsight
to call yourself “knife” it makes more sense now, eh?

expiravit, let’s talk about him for a little bit
he literally made me try and end it all
he told me to “down that paracetamol”
even when i took it told me “even more”
tryna think of somebody more eviler…

wait.. wait nathan
that’s it just stick to nathan
just stay in your little playpen
stop playing with sharp things you might end up k!lling yourself
wait… what was that threat that you made? 8, times?
when you were fa-king 9
mental disorders, potentially pointless but actually worse
you’re like a curse on top of a curse
the sight of you hurts
more than the past
but even the past uses less vulgar words
even when n-z-‘s were controlling earth
you hate the g-ys, the blacks and what’s worse?
the fact that you’re s-xist and expect a girl

[interlude]
f-cking ridiculous
tries to start fights with everyone and threatens to leave-
yet f-cking… every time man he comes crawling back
and then gets mad at me for having people back me up
but that’s only because i actually f-cking have friends
some p-ssy sh-t dude man the f-ck up

[verse 2]
no time, f-cking h-ll
f-cking around? ain’t cool now
thousand rounds
couple of hundred of bullets are coming at ya, now
verbal frown, (woo!) lyrics down, limits? how?

n-body can stop me ’cause i’m in it now
you ain’t never gonna amount to sh-t so would you please get down
tickets out
come to see the gennoside perform inside the cricket, grounds
rippin’, out
this kids bowels
he ain’t gonna have no wrists for slittin’ now

spotlight raining down on this place watch the vain drain out of his face
disgrace to the whole human race
b-tch face facts, your 58 cats
didn’t die in a way by fate no
tried to escape their dictator
no one likes you, sorry nathan
sh-t talking in dm’s daily
you should see the sh-t they say to me
suddenly they ain’t so friendly
soon as they’re away from you
happiness i see shine through
they’re too afraid to confront you
so they come to who? me that’s right and i f-ck you
up on a track ’till you look back and regret soo
many things that you would do
tell me are you stupid, fool?
you gon’ keep on fueding, through
everything i’ve said to you?

- kinsey lyrics

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