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Cutthroat Lyrics

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Cutthroat Lyrics

[Verse 1: Otis]
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
[Chorus: Otis]
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

[Verse 2: Bonez Dubb]
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
[Chorus: Otis]
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

This is the end of the Lyrics

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