I'm growing old and feeble and I can't work on more My rusty bladed hoe, I've laid to rest My mama and my papa they are sleeping side by side And their
get laid Submitting a stiff prick to go under the blade Put your dick in her hell hole and your ecstacy fades Fucking a cunt stuffed with razor blades
things everything use to be It used to just be so good It used to just be me and this girl, yeah right, right Sitting in my room with a razor blade
your windpipe tears Gaping and sore The rusty razors bore Skin hangs and seeps Peptic ulcers bleed Gaping and sore The rusty razors bore Skin hangs
priest, we are walking sin. Cold Hate... Murder without reason, dispense with moral rules. Break the chain that bind you, spill the blood of truth. Rusty
I scrape my name off the seven skins of excess I hang my pickled brain on the rusty nail of Success I scratch my sodden skin stained eyes... I scratch
poke and you prod daily With that off setting harsh tone And you thought that you had me Underground with no doubt Now the dirt lays on you heavy Rusty blade
While the seventh king of dawn is veiled by the shrouds of shadows, And the crown of the saint is turned into rusty blades of the beast Rise, my children
sure you are the first one who will fall I laugh on your grave instead of praising hymns Your life belongs to me as well as your soul By the rusty blade
Skin Your scars Surface is Rusty blades [Chorus:] Self immolation crying out Self immolation crying out Self immolation crying out Self immolation
to mexico. Take up with some crazy spanish lady. Listen to the old wind blow. She got earrings, And she dances. I'm an old rusty razor blade I'll take
The music our collisions make I had a rusty spade but I'm not the fighting sort If I was Samson I'd have found that harlot's blade And cut my own hair
of Fame flame thrower, take game, it's game over Ayatollah, high roller nine totter Mind controller, 2009 time folder My coalition, bring the demolition Wu-blade
And it came with motives Investing flowers in one hand And a blade in the other This is between me And this blade and my heart Distributing rusty knives
with motives Investing flowers in one hand And a blade in the other This is between me And this blade, and my heart This is between me And this blade
call me black fruit punch Rainbow, flavored niggas, murder niggas for lunch Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue and my nigga, Jay Love Who carries switch blades
you'll always give him one more.. Heee-yeah! Heee-yeah! She scrubs, he comes, she holds it in herself for months Upside-down He's bored, she scored, the blade
and strife Nobody to call your own as you're slowly wasting away In this rat-infested hole that you call home Tapping, tapping, tapping the vein Rusty razor blade