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letra de my knife - myles malice

(hook)

he’s the only one, who knows exactly what i’m thinking
he’s the only one, i’m tellin who i hate he listens
he’s the only one, i can confide in bout my sickness
he’s the only one who tells me what to do
i must obey my knife
if want it , imma get it 8x

i’m talkin about my knife, he’s down to fight when sh-ts the thickest
i’ve got an anvil on my back, but the boss gone lighten up my hit list
tellin me “run up in the house k!ll em all but one” i listen and -ssist him
gotta get that sole survivor home, cut him up real nice for din din
i’ll add some lemon pepper to my cajun marmalade
my knife is always f-ckin famish he could feast on flesh for days
and i gotta keep him happy if i don’t he’ll cut my veins
bu when my knife is satisfied we put rappers in shallow graves
everywhere i go he wit me he may be my p-ssion
everywhere i look he thinkin, plottin like a craftsman
everytime i’m thinkin no, my knife he be my yes man
and everytime i question him he cuts me teachin lessons
so imma keep on stabbin em, and it ain’t gone quit til i hit cement
just reprimanding em, that i’m the sh-t, rippin up your scripts
that sh-t ain’t havin it, where the bossman at, found another victim for him
speakin of the devil, neva livin dormant
comin for your life, and my knifes absorbin

(hook)

i live in constant fear of livin life without my knife
and i will never give him up, that trigger sh-t just won’t suffice
i need to feel it, the light leavin
— eyes fade to black, repeat it, i might eat it
— and that’s a fact!
i’m wrappin them rappers in plastic, shank em toe tag em and bag em
my knife be up on my mind like 24/7 no lackin
we hide in the shadows, silent, patiently plottin discetion
waiting for the moment when you notice your housin my weapon
ooo, hurts right? yes
i can’t even fathom it
i twist knife right! yes
pull the blade out then i put it back in
and now my sights red, and all i really wanna do is, —
but i’m tichin for the kitchen gotta get up in there soon
like i’m wolfgsng puck, cook em up and consume
i spit white hot sixteens, they scuffin kees thanks to my knife, yes
he’s the reason i keep breathin, spittin flames and f-ckin thrivin
my knife be so much more than just your basic average blade tho
hes a figment of my mind, thee enigma i’m a slave for

(hook)

- myles malice

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