100 Blades

Lyrics

[Hook: Ouija] Hundred blades Trash bag walking down the street with a hundred blades Couldn't be as sharp as my team with a hundred blades Never had a pillow I'm a sleep on hundred blades Hundred blades Walking down the street with a hundred [Verse 1: Choirboy] Woke up in a bed of a 100 blades Head pounding mind still in a haze Dazed Turn to the right see a girl looking underage Wait (what the fuck) Turn to the left and a fuck boy in the safe Shit wonder what they wanna take Lift my tongue and get my fucking blade Slice em' in the face put em' both in the black bag Yeah yeah that's that Pussy boy turn for the catnap Throw him in the back in the back in the back in a black bag Killa from the flatlands kicking in your brain like a catscan Bring the whole village like some Afgan We gon' get the last laugh Pull up in the deadly parking lot like where Ouija Mac at? [Verse 2: Ouija] 3am on the highway Walking down the shoulder with a migraine From out I don't know why mane Till the car slowed down shawty driving Nothing but some murder on my mind mane Lil milk skin shorty smell fine mane Hopped in quiet I was smiling Hundred blades in my bag and we ridin' Right to yo throat run that money up right now I'll pull this car up the road cut the lights out Gas station kill everybody inside now Beamer on pump six I guess that's my ride now (you gotta die now! you gonna die now!) Got the message from Choirboy there's blood on my phone now (you gotta die now! you gonna die now!) Call R O Double and tell him its lit at the hide out [Verse 3: Rozz Dyliams] I got up to the spot "Hey fellas" I just came from Himerdinger Here's one for you, one for you, one for me Now let's see what the new blades tell us We all sat down Spun them on the ground In amazement when they landed on each other Mine went to Choirboy his went to Ouija's Ouija's went to mine Maybe it's a sign Then we all looked at each other when they started spinning crazy now there levitating Then they slowly floated into each our hands Damn I feel just like the brand new House Of Krazees Walked up out the door got some errands and some stuff to do We don't fuck with you We don't fuck around with cheap knifes Only the finest craftsmanship to cut you fools [Hook]