Knives

Oh the zombies on the streets
Yeah they're looking for a feast
Screaming man down yeah
There's another one deceased
And they're plotting, and scheming, and committing treason
Like it's hunting season
You better believe that
There ain't no rest for the wicked
New blood better go get ficious
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
Oh, ok
Brought a knife to a gun fight
Said again stick
Kill you with a smile
Now you're bleeding out your feelings
They get wicked, wicked, wicked
When I'm coming to your city
Leave H-A-U-N-T-E-D
Rest in pieces bitch
Ouch, they play with the cut
Black cat filled without luck
Hellhound, hellhound
Now my dogs are already out for your blood
Come play bitch I'm versatile
I look nice it's personal
Put that motherfucker in a grave real quick
Like your so sleepy, you're whooped tonight bitch
Ain't no rest for the wicked
New blood better go get ficious
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 ficious
Laying on the ground when you could've gone after me
No heroes, no villains
No simperthentious venom
Oh shame bae, send 'em to the grave
Ain't no rest for the wicked
New blood better go get ficious
Laying on the ground when you could've gone after 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