Letras:
The Knife Like A Pen

like a pen Come on, I need to show it Something too small for a lens If I rub it, if I wipe it Guiding with one single hand Nothing's wrong, you like

: Sharpen my body like a pen Come on I need to show it Something too small for a lense If I rub it if I wipe it Guiding with one single hand Nothing

like a pen Come on I need to show it Something too small for a lense If I rub it if I wipe it Guiding with one single hand Nothing's wrong you like

of funeral wakes Make your bones, bring a rat back dead, just ahead A cop's better, use this biretta Snitch, bet your bitch, she in a pre-dug ditch 'Cause I command a

pain Every time I get paid money to Elaine One more and you'll open you eyes to a blacked out range Gunshots, knife attacks Seems like I'm living in a

and a butter knife, It's no fucking lie, I lost Big Lee and it felt like my brother died, Some woulds say I'm a lucky guy, I'm 26, they thought I wouldn

plants A half a gram of graham crackers and some Van de Kamp's I think I'll eat some Ambiens like they're candied yams Cut a couple cadavers up and have a

's like I'm torn between two worlds A paintbrush and a microphone A canvas or a beat CD or LP Anything goes when my ink pen flows And God only knows where

in my tomb Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx I make a joke, hokey pokey, slide by like egg yolk Play me like a punk like Penguin and the Joker Snoopin' in my biz like