Jarren Benton, Hemi - Razor Blades & Steak Knives lyrics

Yeah! Jarren Benton, Kato
Oh my god, not again!

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 bitch
You probably picket for gay rights
I crack your fucking jaw with a
Spinning kick in a cage fight
So negative, give a fuck 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 faggots stop comparing me to Tyler
The Creator


I've been on this shit before you
Was allowed in the theater
Of an R rated movie and
Your dad was wearing gators
And your mom was just a whore
Before your sister wore makeup
You was just a little bitch before
You morphed into a hater
"Jarren you're so provocative, "
"Do you have anything to say
That's sort of positive?"
Yup: suck a dick, suck a dick, suck a dick
And by the way - suck a dick
You don't like it
Eat shit 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, bitch!

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)
La, la, la, la, la, la, la (crazy)
La, la, la, la, la, la, la (crazy)
La la, la la, la

Yeah, needles, dope and opiates
Who gives a fuck if I talk
About drugs? Get over it male chauvinist
Hit a girl with a bowl of grit's
And shove her fucking face in a
Bowl of shit so inappropriate
I'm the creepy custodian
I stick a mop in your ass
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
Tit's off her
I'm awkward as quadriplegic kickboxers
I'll kill you and drop your body in Nicaragua
I'll punch a hole in the asphalt
Go eat a fucking dick like
A faggot 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 ass a
Nice shape-up without shears
Now if you think you're fucking with
Me then go think again
I'm ill enough to break in your
House and murder your pen
One sick bastard, mushrooms and acid
Kill 'em then I go and help
They momma pick the casket

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)
La, la, la, la, la, la, la (crazy)
La, la, la, la, la, la, la (crazy)
La la, la la, la

Now I ain't come here to hurt nobody
Why hate bitch? Show your boy love (yeah)
Now where the hoes with the low self-esteem?
Point 'em out cause they easy to fuck
Now if they hating, fuck 'em, guns
Brrr-uck 'em
Drugs, love 'em, girls, fuck 'em
D-boys, D-boys, all my niggas
Going fucking full 'tard off
Of Schlitz Malt Liquor!

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)
La, la, la, la, la, la, la (crazy)
La, la, la, la, la, la, la (crazy)
La la, la la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la (crazy)
La, la, la, la, la, la, la (crazy)
La, la, la, la, la, la, la (crazy)
La la, la la, la