Текст песни The Knife Has Been Stuck Deeper in My Back - Ramirez

Sank
A battleship, me motherfuckin′ manuscript
Pimp me foreigner grip to make blood drip
With clips of hollow tips
I pop these plastics and burn yo ass like acid
Snatch out ya fucking eyes and put 'em in a jar like Vlasic′s
Sank
A battleship, me motherfuckin' manuscript
Pimp me foreigner grip to make blood drip
With clips of hollow tips
I pop these plastics and burn yo ass like acid
Snatch out ya fucking eyes and put 'em in a jar like Vlasic′s
Honda full of ski masks and extended clips
Have him on his knees begging for his life like a lil bitch
Bring out the Ruger, bitch I′m the shooter
Run through yo block with my young nigga Tuger
Pull out the stank with the long sharp shooter
Fucking with me then you float in the sewer
Bitch Imma beast and I never get sleep
Cause I'm merking these streets and I′m stacking my cream
Bodie a nigga, throw him in the sea
Think this a game, well you better believe
Leave me alone don't irritate me
Cause I′m willing to snap and you don't want to see
Be in the spot where this shits going down
And I promise there will be a lotta casualties
Sank
A battleship, me motherfuckin′ manuscript
Pimp me foreigner grip to make blood drip
With clips of hollow tips
I pop these plastics and burn yo ass like acid
Snatch out ya fucking eyes and put 'em in a jar like Vlasic's
Sank
A battleship, me motherfuckin′ manuscript
Pimp me foreigner grip to make blood drip
With clips of hollow tips
I pop these plastics and burn yo ass like acid
Snatch out ya fucking eyes and put ′em in a jar like Vlasic's
$uicide is all I think about when I lay in bed
Screaming out, Grey9 until the fucking day I′m dead
Lost myself so quickly when I drank the blood and hit my head
My momma never gave a fuck
So all these drugs done kept me fed
Losing my mind when I talk to the devil
Envision myself at the top of the mountain
Fell from the top and the halo came off
And these demons came into my life and surrounded it
What the fuck should I do?
I'm in the closet with the noose
He slips, I swings machetes trough his arteries
I don′t leave enough of the guts for them
To be performin' some fuckin′ autopsies
Sank
A battleship, me motherfuckin' manuscript
Pimp me foreigner grip to make blood drip
With clips of hollow tips
I pop these plastics and burn yo ass like acid
Snatch out ya fucking eyes and put 'em in a jar like Vlasic′s