Axe Murder Boyz - Cutthroat lyrics
[Axe Murder Boyz - Cutthroat lyrics]
Listen to my word, transcript my verse
I take you into a dimension of the cursed
I go first
You follow into the hollow blood, brains
And bottles
And mysterious substances that were
Collected from all those
Others, I wonder if your mother
Is gonna notice your abscence
Flashes of a casket, breakin' like glass
When I smash your complexities and
Break 'em all down into they raw state
(Hate) Now your secret's been found
You never accepted my perspective on it all
Once I showed you that the walls are
Nothin' but barriers built to fall
You couldn't contemplate it
Lacerations to your face
Apparently, it's the penalty for
Turning from grace, a waste
I get the feeling that deep within your words
There's a contempt for me
'cause your everything hurts
You outta luck though, you
Got yourself stuck, yo
I know it sucks but that's not my concern
I'm just a cutthroat
I'm just a cutthroat
Knockin' on your front door
Cut a throat, leave 'em on the floor
Let him choke
Let 'em bathe in the blood of their one soul
Now they know that their soul
Has to pay the toll i'm just a cutthroat
Knockin' on your front door
Cut a throat, leave 'em on the floor
Let him choke
Let 'em bathe in the blood of their one soul
Now they know that their soul
Has to pay the toll
Like 225, alive up in the sky
At thirty deep, I'll ask why
Was it all a fuckin' lie?
I see what's around and they goin' down
Flip the script 225 just hit the ground, oh
Around the lane, down the block
He's got a Glock
And he's plannin' to blast away the
First sign of a cop
And Billy Bob didn't see it comin'
Leavin' his home
I'ma go to work today and catch
A bullet in my dome
Little homie had no moms and
Was raised by thugs
He was livin' with the thugs and
Sleepin' on his homie's rugs
Little girlie, be showin' that killer no love
So he bought that fuckin' gun
By sellin' fucked up drugs
Will be takin' this
But the point that I'm right
Is I'm makin' this
It's my time to finish off
This little hatin' list
And take out all the motherfuckin' satanists
Just a cutthroat, knockin' on your front door
Cut a throat, leave 'em on the floor
Let him choke
Let 'em bathe in the blood of their one soul
Now they know that their soul
Has to pay the toll
Just a cutthroat, knockin' on your front door
Cut a throat, leave 'em on the floor
Let him choke
Let 'em bathe in the blood of their one soul
Now they know that their soul
Has to pay the toll
Just a cutthroat, knockin' on your front door
Cut a throat, leave 'em on the floor
Let him choke
Let 'em bathe in the blood of their one soul
Now they know that their soul
Has to pay the toll
Just a cutthroat, knockin' on your front door
Cut a throat, leave 'em on the floor
Let him choke
Let 'em bathe in the blood of their one soul
Now they know that their soul
Has to pay the toll
Just a cutthroat, knockin' on your front door
Cut a throat, leave 'em on the floor
Let him choke
Let 'em bathe in the blood of their one soul
Now they know that their soul
Has to pay the toll
I take you into a dimension of the cursed
I go first
You follow into the hollow blood, brains
And bottles
And mysterious substances that were
Collected from all those
Others, I wonder if your mother
Is gonna notice your abscence
Flashes of a casket, breakin' like glass
When I smash your complexities and
Break 'em all down into they raw state
(Hate) Now your secret's been found
You never accepted my perspective on it all
Once I showed you that the walls are
Nothin' but barriers built to fall
You couldn't contemplate it
Lacerations to your face
Apparently, it's the penalty for
Turning from grace, a waste
I get the feeling that deep within your words
There's a contempt for me
'cause your everything hurts
You outta luck though, you
Got yourself stuck, yo
I know it sucks but that's not my concern
I'm just a cutthroat
I'm just a cutthroat
Knockin' on your front door
Cut a throat, leave 'em on the floor
Let him choke
Let 'em bathe in the blood of their one soul
Now they know that their soul
Has to pay the toll i'm just a cutthroat
Knockin' on your front door
Cut a throat, leave 'em on the floor
Let him choke
Let 'em bathe in the blood of their one soul
Now they know that their soul
Has to pay the toll
Like 225, alive up in the sky
At thirty deep, I'll ask why
Was it all a fuckin' lie?
I see what's around and they goin' down
Flip the script 225 just hit the ground, oh
Around the lane, down the block
He's got a Glock
And he's plannin' to blast away the
First sign of a cop
And Billy Bob didn't see it comin'
Leavin' his home
I'ma go to work today and catch
A bullet in my dome
Little homie had no moms and
Was raised by thugs
He was livin' with the thugs and
Sleepin' on his homie's rugs
Little girlie, be showin' that killer no love
So he bought that fuckin' gun
By sellin' fucked up drugs
Will be takin' this
But the point that I'm right
Is I'm makin' this
It's my time to finish off
This little hatin' list
And take out all the motherfuckin' satanists
Just a cutthroat, knockin' on your front door
Cut a throat, leave 'em on the floor
Let him choke
Let 'em bathe in the blood of their one soul
Now they know that their soul
Has to pay the toll
Just a cutthroat, knockin' on your front door
Cut a throat, leave 'em on the floor
Let him choke
Let 'em bathe in the blood of their one soul
Now they know that their soul
Has to pay the toll
Just a cutthroat, knockin' on your front door
Cut a throat, leave 'em on the floor
Let him choke
Let 'em bathe in the blood of their one soul
Now they know that their soul
Has to pay the toll
Just a cutthroat, knockin' on your front door
Cut a throat, leave 'em on the floor
Let him choke
Let 'em bathe in the blood of their one soul
Now they know that their soul
Has to pay the toll
Just a cutthroat, knockin' on your front door
Cut a throat, leave 'em on the floor
Let him choke
Let 'em bathe in the blood of their one soul
Now they know that their soul
Has to pay the toll