| My knife in your guts, it’s all come to this
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| My knife in your, you crumple and twist
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| You’re grabbing my arm, you try to resist
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| I do it again, it’s all come to this
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| I hate you, I hate your face, it’s coming apart, I’m going someplace
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| My life in your guts, my knife will fuck sluts
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| My soul I will kill, your hole I will drill
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| My knife in your guts, you swallow my fist
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| My knife in your guts, it’s all come to this
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| I am the insistor, you are the resistor, knife is good
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| I’m gonna get you, right in the tit
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| When love turns to hate, and hate turns to hit
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| Well that’s what you get, when love turns to shit
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| I do it again, and again, and again
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| I hate you, I hate your face
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| And now you’re reeling beneath a hail of blows
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| And I’m kicking your head down the street
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| My knife in your guts, you like it like this
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| I hold you down, no will to resist
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| I cut you up, put you in the ground
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| Just to make sure that you are never found
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| I am the insistor, you are the resistor
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| That feels good
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| And that you think it’s dead
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| You said that something was wrong with my head
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| But now I think it near, the thing you said that it was dead
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| Knife is good
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| You use the knife to remove disease
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| You use the knife to do as you please
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| You use the knife to do what you do
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| You use the knife before the knife is used on you |