| But if you wanna leave a scar you have to cut a little deeper
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| Oh yeah, oh right, you don’t use a knife
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| You use this motherfucking poison
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| Like a red spitting cobra
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| A red spitting cobra
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| Creeping calls no attention
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| Shades of red for disguise
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| Prey on trash talks and kill the truce
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| Wait on words to collide
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| What doesn’t kill me might kill someone else
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| So move on, I know we should get along
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| Yeah, yeah, I wish you’d had enough and leave it alone
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| But you don’t, so I’ll remind you this before I’m gone
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| That if you wanna leave a scar you have to cut a little deeper
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| Oh yeah, oh right, you don’t use a knife
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| You use this motherfucking poison
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| Like a red spitting cobra
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| A red spitting cobra (2x)
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| Oh my god, I feel intoxicated
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| Dizzy, disturbed, enraged, it’s so frustrating
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| Why? |
| Did I ever do anything to deserve this kind of…
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| Oh my god, I feel intoxicated
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| Dizzy, disturbed, enraged, it’s so frustrating
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| Why? |
| Why? |
| Why?
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| But if you wanna leave a scar you have to cut a little deeper
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| Oh yeah, oh right, you don’t use a knife
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| You use this motherfucking poison
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| Like a red spitting cobra (2x) |