Knives

Oh, the zombies in the street Yeah, they're lookin' for a feast Screaming, "Man down, ya That's another one deceased" And they're plotting and scheming And committing treason Like it's hunting season You better believe there Ain't no rest for the wicked New blood, better go get vicious You better, you better sharpen up your Knives If you wanna make it through the Night You better remember that you Can never trust nobody Take the gloves off, things get ugly Knives Sharpen your knives (uh, okay like) Knife to a gunfight Shit is gettin' sticky Kill you with a smile, now you bleedin' out your feelings It get wicked, wicked, wicked when I'm comin' to your city Leave you H-A-U-N-T-E-D Rest in peace, bitch Moon shaped blade in the cut Black cat whip for the luck Hellhound, hellhound, all my dogs really out for your blood Gun blade bitch, I'm versatile I love knives, it's personal Put a motherfucker in a grave right quick Like get some sleep, you work tomorrow bitch Ain't no rest for the wicked New blood, better go get vicious You better, you better sharpen up your Knives If you wanna make it through the Night You better remember that you Can never trust nobody Take the gloves off, things get ugly Knives Sharpen your knives Ain't no rest for the wicked New blood, better go get vicious Bleed with be, rock with me Cutter gonna talk for me No heroes, no villains No sympathy, just venom Moon shaped blade Send them to the grave Ain't no rest for the wicked New blood, better go get vicious Bleed with be, rock with me Cutter gon' talk for me No heroes, no villains Just do it for the thrill, and Sharpen up your Knives If you wanna make it through the Night You better remember that you Can never trust nobody Take the gloves off, things get ugly Knives Sharpen your knives