Hemi - Razor Blades and Steak Knives lyrics

[Verse 1: Jarren Benton] Yeah, razor blades and steak knives I've been tweaking off of this meth, been up for eight nights My producer is Asian so he ate rice And practice Kung Fu and meditate in the daylight You a b**h, you probably picket for gay rights I crack your f**ing jaw with a spinning kick in a cage fight So negative, give a f** what Ye like Y'all a bunch of wussies, a bushy puss of a crazed dyke I'm nervous; drink is stopping the stage fright The burn in my dick when I piss feels like a snakebite My wife says she sick of my behavior You f*ggots stop comparing me to Tyler, The Creator I've been on this sh** before you was allowed in the theater Of an R-rated movie and your dad was wearing gators And your mom was just a who*e before your sister wore makeup You was just a little b**h before you morphed into a hater "Jarren you're so provocative," "Do you have anything to say that's sort of positive?" Yup: s** a dick, s** a dick, s** a dick And by the way -- s** a dick You don't like it, eat sh** and then slit your wrists And jump off a roof and land in a pool of syphilis Uh, it's like my heart stopped carin' Ever since I signed with Hopsin everybody hates Jarren, b**h! [Hook: Hemi] You probably think I'm crazy And that may be a little bit true So you can think I'm crazy But maybe I'm just different than you La, la, la, la, la, la, la (crazy) [3x] La la, la la, la [Verse 2: Jarren Benton] Yeah, needles, dope and opiates Who gives a f** if I talk about d**? Get over it Male chauvinist, hit a girl with a bowl of grits And shove her f**ing face in a bowl of sh**; so inappropriate I'm the creepy custodian I stick a mop in your a** without no petroleum -- jelly And it's right back to sweeping linoleum Napoleon, I vote for Pedro at the podium I sip vodka, rip propellers off of helicopters Heavy hand'll slap your girlfriend's tits off her I'm awkward as quadriplegic kickboxers I'll k** you and drop your body in Nicaragua I'll punch a hole in the asphalt Go eat a f**ing dick like a f*ggot on bath salt You mad soft, if I'm a prick then it's my dad's fault I throw a dead cat on your porch and dash off I'm weird, I'll murder your rap career And Super Glue my pubes to my face to make a beard Give me a couple beers and a power tool from Sears I'll give your a** a nice shape-up without shears Now if you think you're f**ing with me then go think again I'm ill enough to break in your house and murder your pen One sick ba*tard, mushrooms and acid k** 'em then I go and help they momma pick the casket [Hook] [Interlude: Jarren Benton] Now I ain't come here to hurt nobody Why hate b**h? Show your boy love (yeah) Now where the hoes with the low self-esteem? Point 'em out cause they easy to f** Now if they hating, f** 'em, guns, brrr-uck 'em Drugs, love 'em, girls, f** 'em D-boys, D-boys, all my n***as Going f**ing full 'tard off of Schlitz Malt Liquor! [Hook] [Outro: Hemi] La, la, la, la, la, la, la (crazy) [3x] La la, la la, la