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Sharpened Knives Darken Lives by Dropping a Popped Locket Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2010

[Chorus: Dropping a Popped Locket]
We're the sharpest knives in the drawer
We put it down like it’s never been put before
If you come at us, we'll cum on you
We got the style so fresh and so new, uh-huh

[Verse 1: JJ Demon]
Nice, nice here we go, ice for your stereo
Leaving everything bloody like an Englishman, cheerio
Smooth like milky is the way I'm in your cereal
Killer, never no filter, better go tell ’em about the Imperial Fleet
Feet hit the street, birthplace to burial
I'll be reppin' the scene it's your worst case scenario
Mean like an earthquake, earth shakin' flows
See the ground breaking open, what's he smokin'? No one knows
Leave it for the crows, flippin' like a flashcard
Pussy boy, woah! Got a posse like the flash mob
It’s the flash flood, poppin like a flash bulb
You’ll be looking stupid like the number one asshole
And I'm number one, asshole
Internationally, rationally, after your cash flow
I’m like a sword, the sharpest knife in the drawer
I'll carve it right in your forehead, JJ Demon, rawr!
[Chorus: Dropping a Popped Locket]
We're the sharpest knives in the drawer
We put it down like it's never been put before
If you come at us, we’ll cum on you
We got the style so fresh and so new, uh-huh

[Verse 2: Dropping a Popped Locket]
Another asshole, angularly articulating an anthem
Aimed at blood baths behind broken bathrooms
Cutting cold, creating cadavers conceptually
Damaging enemies, ending eras, emperors emptied
Fucking faggot, get going, get gone
Gandering greedily having hate? Head home!
Habitually having haze inhaling intently it's Jay!
Justify jealousy killer karma's listening
Lick, lick, lick, lick my number one prize quick
Rip, rip, rip shirts, sucking succulent tits
Thrill tremendously though thoughts tricks the umpire
Under ugly umbrellas uncle valium's veiling vampires
World walks, wishing we'd wait
Xeroxing xanax, yet you yelled yesterday
Yearly yearning, yolk yellow zits
Zany zingers, zillions, zips

[Chorus: Dropping a Popped Locket]
We're the sharpest knives in the drawer
We put it down like it's never been put before
If you come at us, we'll cum on you
We got the style so fresh and so new, uh-huh
[Bridge: Dropping a Popped Locket]
You got nothing on us
Ayo we spit it mad sick, Jay Spizzy and Demon
You suck a lot of dick that's why you spit a lot of semen, hahah
You got nothing on us
So back the fuck up
You got nothing on us
So back the fuck up