Knife to Your Throat (feat. Boondox)

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 if that is all
That I got in my possession at the time I get to slashin'
This aggression's not uncommon when the Jäger in control
Call me a drunk piece of shit with a problem
Piss off a drunk piece of shit with a knife
Ninety-nine problems, this blade's finna solve 'em
It might involve people losing their life
I'm having to do what I gotta do when a muthafuckas 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 her cause I want her, 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 lay down

I played Russian Roulette with Baphomet
I pulsate your 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
For my personal collection, took that bitch's life
It was a hell of a scene serving up the spleen
Smothered it in butter, fed to Paula Dean
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 lay down

Everybody dies, you can call me plague
'Cause your body's leaving the party in a body bag
In an ambulance with no sirens on
They ain't got nowhere to hurry 'cause you're long gone
Fuck D.O.A., 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 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 lay down