Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Knife Season, artist - Necro. Date of issue: 17.12.2020
Song language: English
Knife Season |
| I love vulvas, clits and labias |
| Cut open my pregnant wife’s stomach to find out what the baby is |
| Maybe it’s an alien, I’m impatient and curious |
| A mental patient that’s furious |
| The jury is out of my mind |
| Crashing your gender-reveal party blasting a nine |
| Peelin' and blendin' your flesh is surreal off the spine |
| Rock ya skin like a Jamaican mesh shirt, sippin' wine |
| I’m negative — let’s celebrate cause I killed all my relatives |
| I was celibate for too long, so I fucked all their skeletons |
| I’m so competitive I’ll kill anyone that ever lived |
| Your shits' repetitive, you being dead is imperative |
| Bitches on Instagram; |
| be careful flaunting on your page |
| Some sicko’s watching, he’ll hold you captive in his dog cage |
| And he won’t do much prison time cause the system is fucked up |
| While you got fucked up ya buttocks with nun-chucks |
| You dumb fuck |
| Beat you like the drums of Ulrich on Master |
| To those rat-bastards in Zürich: |
| I’ll dump you in a vat of sulfuric acid |
| Witness a dirty cunt pus |
| You’re a cunt, so I’d like to push you in front of a bus |
| Now you’re bloody slush |
| Get rhinoceros-stabbed, you’re a preposterous fag |
| Get lit up like white phosphorous, you’re a monotonous wack herb |
| Like a hippopotamus in costume drag |
| Shit yaself as we play salugi with your colostomy bag |
| It’s knife season — pierce your skin like a splinter |
| Knife season — catch you alone in the winter |
| It’s Knife season — when cut, you drip magenta |
| Knife season Knife season |
| Knife season — pierce your skin like a splinter |
| Knife season — catch you alone in the winter |
| It’s knife season — when cut, you drip magenta |
| Knife season Knife season |
| I don’t accept whatever happens, I’d rather sever and clap you |
| Alter your future for tryna be clever — buck-fifty sutures tappin' |
| The captain of slapping you wack rappin' faggots |
| Contaminate you with maggots |
| And lacerate you with jagged-edge blades |
| Amputate you with the decibels from my amplification |
| Blood dampened and menstruation, butcher knife ventilation |
| No peace of mind for you, only pieces of ya cranium |
| Next to feces on concrete when the slug released from the nine |
| Impossible for me to think logical and rational |
| Audible, phenomenal, slash your abdominal, bash ya skull |
| Got a positive attitude when I stab a dude |
| Grab him by the Adam’s apple and treat him like rabbit food |
| The magnitude of anger I feel when holdin' the magnum’s |
| Magnificent like a flag salute, fuck ya propaganda tool |
| Wait, wait, wait I got off topic, fuck! |
| But you can suck my dick — you cuck! |
| You do bukkake! |
| It’s knife season — pierce your skin like a splinter |
| Knife season — catch you alone in the winter |
| It’s Knife season — when cut, you drip magenta |
| Knife season Knife season |
| Knife season, Knife season — we know how to kill you! |