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Young Knives The Other

Who is the naughtiest child? Who drives their French teacher wild? And when he's telling you lies He looks you straight in the eye Got kicked in the

s all foul man; I swear to God trick dice in the game If my life is the prize or the stakes too high for the flame? And nowaday's, this young killer's

hard but ain't go no style Steadily teaching my younger brothers to kill each other I hate to have to break out my glock and teach another Young soul

woods Them little barefoot street boys, they said their homes ain't no good, They left the corners, threw away their switchblade knives and kissed each other

Lust and greed and hate the 4 devils jealousy [Ghostface] Yo I champunch Mase in his face over some bullshit The other night they kidnapped his brother pokin it with knives

killers' theme Sinners weep at the sound of my vivid speech I drag bitter sweet milk from my mother's breast Young and vexed livin' in the trail of my

t you show me nothing but surrender ?? Johnny gets up, takes off his leather jacket, Taped to his chest there's the answer, You got pen knives and jack knives

And you wouldn't want me any other way" We busked around the market towns and picked fruit down in Kent And we could tinker lamps and pots and knives

Got guns Do you wanna take aim at each other? Scratch the itch? Give the finger? Cause we don't care Anyway Got knives, Have you seen 'em? In your