Knives Lyrics

What? (That's the word) Moot

What? (That's the word) Moot. Hey

What ya heard bout moot, mister man I'm the killer

Walked up in the villa, fresh like Godzilla, ugh

I need this new type of inspiration

I need this new kind of shit, hope you staying stationed

Thought I'm playin but I'm never wasting

Any time when I'm on the move, no hesitation

That's the "mutti-smooth" that's duly true

Protein in my smoothie light a doobie, too

I'm crudely shrewd, when executing rapping these moody tunes

Didn't mean to make a scene but life's a movie dude

So attuned to the ruin that lies in my veins

I'm living life like I'm straight inside, get in my brain

Yeah, I like to do it, do it a lot

Like to do it ,yeah I do it a lot

Like to do it, yeah I do it a lot

Jump (Jump) out the fuckin' car, and hit up the block

Narcissistic ballistic missiles, hits you

Twisted lips with venom, kiss you, MWAH

This the the shit that twist, then lift you, hit you

I give you a list of what the motherfucking simple if's turn into

And I ain't talking bout no incidental

See me fuckin' kill an instrumental

Didn't mean to tempt you, don't you know I'm gunna eat ya raw, like

My arms and legs, are armed and laced... with harmful taste

I'm Anubis I'll embalm ya face

Like, angel of death.. Yeah, that's what my god call me

And the trouble keep calling so charm on my waste

Throwing knives right beside ya eyes, throw more to ya side

That's a moot type of fire-fight

Listen... It's simple... have my blade acting like a fuckin' monk

praying up in ya temple, UGHHH

Don't think I will, that's the difference between me and a lot

Don't think it's tight to use a gun to make a body drop

I want to kill a murderous mind, with my hand on they spine

Tear they flesh out they side

What a comforting thought

That's how a true killer make a body drop

Y'all promote violence for no reason

Don't make me stop believing in Jesus and act a heathen

So better believe it that once I'm there

I won't be leaving, so act peaceful bitch

Yeah I like to do it, do it a lot

Like to do it ,yeah I do it a lot

Like to do it, yeah I do it a lot

Jump (Jump) out the fuckin' car, and hit up the block

Narcissistic ballistic missiles, hits you

Twisted lips with venom, kiss you, MWAH

This the the shit that twist, then lift you, hit you

I give you a list of what the motherfucking simple if's turn into

And I ain't talking bout no incidental

See me fuckin' kill an instrumental

Didn't mean to tempt you, don't you know I'm gunna eat ya raw, like

So dapper, I go after, trouble and laughter

The master, of one's own disaster

To which I cater everyday to all you haters

Acting like y'all bought tickets to the gun-show... Bitch y'all ain't even tasers

Never phased with, all this bullshit never pull clips... but don't test my crew

Cuz I'm not one to violently get my hands dirty, but let's see what my boys will do

You know I'm playin'. I will if I have to

And I will have you, spinning for air, gasping in circles

Oops vice-verse you, pain is universal... let's see what that do

Have you pulled off on a cart a graph to show you

how I put you on the map too, and my raps just wrapped you

SWAK. Sealed with a kiss and delivered

Except I only show affection with substance abuse, god bless my liver

Cry me a river. No one is sicker

I am that spitter, where's Wayne and Jigga? Tell them that I'm a

Never abuse an influence, I'm too fluid

Some say abusive, some screw loose in my head, flows poison medusa

Chewbacca mixed with starship trooper

Driving with the top down, in the coupe of some hoopty

License plate say "too stupid" that's some moot shit

Yeah I like to do it, do it a lot

Like to do it ,yeah I do it a lot

Like to do it, yeah I do it a lot

Jump (Jump) out the fuckin' car, and hit up the block

Narcissistic ballistic missiles, hits you

Twisted lips with venom, kiss you, MWAH

This the the shit that twist, then lift you, hit you

I give you a list of what the motherfucking simple if's turn into

And I ain't talking bout no incidental

See me fuckin' kill an instrumental

Didn't mean to tempt you, don't you know I'm gunna eat ya raw, like