Cobra

But if you wanna leave a scar you have to cut a little deeper Oh yeah, oh right, you don't use a knife You use this motherfucking poison Like a red spitting cobra A red spitting cobra Creeping calls no attention Shades of red for disguise Prey on trash talks and kill the truce Wait on words to collide What doesn't kill me might kill someone else So move on, I know we should get along Yeah, I wish you'd had enough and leave it alone But you don't, so I'll remind you this before I'm gone That if you wanna leave a scar you have to cut a little deeper Oh yeah, oh right, you don't use a knife You use this motherfucking poison Like a red spitting cobra A red spitting cobra That if you wanna leave a scar you have to cut a little deeper Oh yeah, oh right, you don't use a knife You use this motherfucking poison Like a red spitting cobra A red spitting cobra Oh my god, I feel intoxicated Dizzy, disturbed, enraged, it's so frustrating Why? Did I ever do anything to deserve this kind of... Oh my god, I feel intoxicated Dizzy, disturbed, enraged, it's so frustrating Why? Why? Why? But if you wanna leave a scar you have to cut a little deeper Oh yeah, oh right, you don't use a knife You use this motherfucking poison Like a red spitting cobra A red spitting cobra But if you wanna leave a scar you have to cut a little deeper Oh yeah, oh right, you don't use a knife You use this motherfucking poison Like a red spitting cobra A red spitting cobra