KNIVES

Oh the zombies on the streets
Yeah they're looking for a feast
Screaming man down yeah
That's another one deceased
And they're plotting and scheming
And committing treason
Like it's hunting season
You better believe there

Ain't no rest for the wicked
New blood better go get vicious
You better
You better sharpen up your

Knives
If you want to make it through the
Night
You better remember that you
Can never trust nobody
Take the gloves off, things get ugly
Knives
Sharpen your knives

Okay like knife to a gunfight
Shit is getting sticky
Kill you with a smile
Now you're bleeding out your feelings
It get wicked, wicked, wicked
When I'm coming to your city
Leave you H A U N T E D
Rest in pieces, bitch
Moon shaped blade in the cut
Black cat whip for the luck
Hellhounds, hellhounds
All my dogs really out for your blood
Gunblade, bitch, I'm versatile
I love knives, it's personal
Put a motherfucker in my grave right quick
Like get some sleep
You work tomorrow, bitch

Ain't no rest for the wicked
New blood better go get vicious
You better
You better sharpen up your

Knives
If you want to make it through the
Night
You better remember that you
Can never trust nobody
Take the gloves off, things get ugly
Knives
Sharpen your knives

Ain't no rest for the wicked
New blood better go get vicious
Bleed with me
Rock with me
Cutter gonna talk for me
No heroes, no villains
No sympathy, just venom
Moon shaped blade
Send them to the grave

Ain't no rest for the wicked
New blood, better go get vicious
Bleed with me
Rock with me
Cutter gonna talk for me
No heroes, no villains
Just do it for the thrill and
Sharpen up your

Knives
If you want to make it through the
Night
You better remember that you
Can never trust nobody
Take the gloves off, things get ugly
Knives
Sharpen your knives