Runnin With Sharp Things
[Verse 1: Freak]
I got a blade in hand at night, I always run with sharp things
I'm thinkin' bout cuttin' the corpse and makin' them scream
I was born with a blood-drained look in my eye
Know nothing makes me feel better than watching you die
This is the night of the Purge, every 12 hours and counting
Red comin', spewin' out of the neck just like a fountain
Turnin' that fear to God, I'ma filet him like a cod, a mod
Mama told me not to run with sharp things
Around her, myself, but I don't give a fuck, I never listen
I'm runnin' at face pace, precise with incision
I'ma dangerous person when me and my mind collide
I'm a backseat, hide in the shadows with bloody hands
Chasin' people down, this nigga got murder plans
I'm drinking the blood when I drain 'em right out them hands
Runnin' like a crazy, blade swingin' like fans
And I'm mailin' your severed parts to your parents in cans

[Chorus: Snuff Sawyer & Freak]
Runnin' with sharp things
Do what mama told us not to do
Runnin' with sharp things
Blood flyin' when we slaughter you
Runnin' with sharp things
Late at night, we on the hunt for you
Runnin' with sharp things
Do what mama told us not to do
Runnin' with sharp things
Blood flyin' when we slaughter you
Runnin' with sharp things
Late at night, we on the hunt for you
Runnin' with sharp things
Do what mama told us not to do
Runnin' with sharp things
Blood flyin' when we slaughter you
[Verse 2: Snuff Sawyer]
I got a meat cleaver 'bout the size of your arm
I'm comin' to your campsite to fuckin' do you some harm
I'm leavin' guts and entrails in the trees above it
And ain't a motherfuckin' thing you can do about any of it
I'm a monster, creepin' through the woods like I'm Vorhees
Blood on the floor, the forest, give me some gore, please
Do not ignore these ramblings of madmen
A couple of bad men with a passion to stab them
So we grab them, drag 'em through the dead leaves
Stick you in a pickaxe and let your head bleed
'Cause we be deadly, stabbing like a machine
The bright red blood'll make the farm grow green
I make my cuts so clean when I'm cleavin' into your cartiladge
Bodies are trophies and so I'm taking a part of it
I'ma render the law and cook you down like a hog
Cut the rest of you up and feed the bones to my dog

[Chorus: Snuff Sawyer & Freak]
Runnin' with sharp things
Do what mama told us not to do
Runnin' with sharp things
Blood flyin' when we slaughter you
Runnin' with sharp things
Late at night, we on the hunt for you
Runnin' with sharp things
Do what mama told us not to do
Runnin' with sharp things
Blood flyin' when we slaughter you
Runnin' with sharp things
Late at night, we on the hunt for you
Runnin' with sharp things
Do what mama told us not to do
Runnin' with sharp things
Blood flyin' when we slaughter you
[Verse 3: Snuff Sawyer, Freak & both]
Chainsaws, pushing irons, axes, machetes
As long as it's sharp, you know I'm keepin' it the ready
I stay steady with a quick shot, make your fuckin' limbs drop
Shred you into pieces and I'll turn you into pig slop
Snuff and Freak, just a couple of creeps
So we gon' hang you by a chain and dress you up like a sheep
We runnin' in while you sleep, makin' the kill before the peep
Yeah, we're monsters, runnin' the block and every house
Bungee cord on the spouse, with red runnin' out her mouth
When you're dead, then you're screaming, just like to chill on your couch
Maybe go to the fridge, crack a beer and relax
But all I really want to do is take an axe in your back
You know the bodies will stack when me and Freak get to choppin'
Blood flyin' in the air but your appendages floppin'
And there ain't no sign of stoppin', we puttin' bodies in the dirt
'Boutta show these motherfuckers the meaning of gettin' hurt

[Chorus: Snuff Sawyer & Freak]
Runnin' with sharp things
Do what mama told us not to do
Runnin' with sharp things
Blood flyin' when we slaughter you
Runnin' with sharp things
Late at night, we on the hunt for you
Runnin' with sharp things
Do what mama told us not to do
Runnin' with sharp things
Blood flyin' when we slaughter you
Runnin' with sharp things
Late at night, we on the hunt for you
Runnin' with sharp things
Do what mama told us not to do
Runnin' with sharp things
Blood flyin' when we slaughter you