Scum, Boondox - Knife to Your Throat lyrics

You're a big guy, that don't mean shit
Bigger the victim
Bigger the thump when they go to fall
Got a big knife with a sharp blade
Ready to use it when my
Back's against the wall
When I'm underestimated
People end up mutilated
Penetrated with serrated kitchen knives
And that is all
That I got in my possession at
The time I got to slashin'
This aggression's not uncommon when
The Jäger's in control
Call me a drunk piece of shit with a problem
Piss off a drunk piece of shit with a knifе
Ninety nine problems
This bladе's finna solve 'em
It might involve people losing they life
I'm having to do what I gotta do
When a muthafucka's coming at me


Having to do what I gotta do
When a muthafucka tries to run
Getting away is not an option
So it shouldn't be considered
Just like you should not consider
Reaching for your fucking gun
'Cause, I can shoot you if I have to
But I'd rather go the other route
And carve you like a turkey covered
In blood from head to toe
Rather cut you with a machete or
With a razor sharp stiletto
Hope I get 'em cause I want to
Then I'ma kill everyone you know

Knife to your throat
With a knife to your throat
Got a knife to your throat
You don't wanna get cut bro
Knife to your throat
With a knife to your throat
Got a knife to your throat, sorry, no
You cannot go knife to your throat
With a knife to your throat
Got a knife to your throat
'bout to bathe in your blood spray
Knife to your throat
With a knife to your throat
Got this knife to your throat
You were brave but you must bleed out

I played Russian Roulette with Baphomet
I pulsatin’ sawed-offs at a bassinet
I got a 30-06 pointed at your set
Before this 116, I'ma slash your neck
I've been a son of a gun
Since the sun was one but for SCUM
I'ma drop the gun and switch to fun
With my orange handle Rachael
Ray kitchen knife
From a personal collection
Took that bitch's life it was a hell of a
Scene serving up your spleen
Smothered it in butter, fed to Paula Deen
A heart attack on a plate
A bypass in my hand
Stab a fat stripper, give that hoe a lap band
I'm bad with a blade like Daniel Day
The butcher that took your restraints away
I slice this and I dice this
Call me Ron Popeil
An eight-bit killer with these
Blades of steel

Knife to your throat
With a knife to your throat
Got a knife to your throat
You don't wanna get cut bro
Knife to your throat
With a knife to your throat
Got a knife to your throat, sorry, no
You cannot go knife to your throat
With a knife to your throat
Got a knife to your throat
'bout to bathe in your blood spray
Knife to your throat
With a knife to your throat
Got this knife to your throat
You were brave but you must bleed out

Everybody dies, you can call me plague
'Cause your body's leaving a party
In the body bag
In an ambulance with no sirens on
They ain't got nowhere to hurry
'cause you're long gone
Fuck DOA, dead before the departure
Choked on your own salty blood
From your slit throat
In a way you're a piece of
A larger mass killing spree
Had to get caught up in it
Ship doesn't sink but a corpse
With a sandbag tied
To his feet sure does so there is
No way to tell just how
Many men before you cut
As they gagged puttin' an end to their pleas
I'm wanting to stop but cannot make my
Fuckin' self give up my freedom
Havin' to bleed 'em 'cause I need 'em
Just like a runner need his feet
Havin' to waste something that tastes
Like pork is wack and so I eat 'em when
They're fresh and tender
Flesh still got a bit of body heat

Knife to your throat
With a knife to your throat
Got a knife to your throat
You don't wanna get cut bro
Knife to your throat
With a knife to your throat
Got a knife to your throat, sorry, no
You cannot go knife to your throat
With a knife to your throat
Got a knife to your throat
'bout to bathe in your blood spray
Knife to your throat
With a knife to your throat
Got this knife to your throat
You were brave but you must bleed out