Ginsu Knives

[Verse 1: Psalm One] Baby what makes you so different than the others I've been an original since birth, ask my mother There are so many individuals in this shit But too many people who don't really share the vision Isn't it ironic that it's raining on your wedding day Does it really mean that you should call it your beheading day Now is that really fair, now tell me is it true That when you please everyone, you really pleasing you I see that you confused, what she trying to birth I'm about my paper caper, I'm putting in work I am bout my biz bro, I don't have time for stalling The only type of Stalin I knew, I studied in college Majored in the sciences but minored in rhetoric I can break you down and spit it hotter than Devilish I don't care about the way you do this, you were clowning I know all about your little movement, bowel [Refrain] I don't give a fuck about it I just want my cut up out it You can't get around it I just spent a couple thousand on my Ginsu knives And I'm taking out my portion, with my Ginsu knives And then I spread endorphins [Verse 2: Del tha Funky Homosapien] Yo these are the list of dudes for sure Came through the door, using so Chopping door, stop the flow You throw up all on your clothes Switch that shit with H20 Making dough, you can't take the toll These are unbreakable ain't no more after me and Apathy, and that's the only thing you grasping, see Has to be and that's because you trying to take a crap on me Serve this, whirling, dervish record this Full force sitting, paring like a swordfish Pop out your organs, swashbuckling touching ya Like the muss with tear, corruption, fear Weird Science, clear and vibrant I'm sharper than a blade in the hands of Blue Beard the Pirate [Verse 3: Psalm One] Who I got to punish now Funny acting, funny style Major send-off, they will send you to they Auntie house When you wanted them, when you wanted him Why you wanna go there baby you can have a song And we can have it all, beauty with some good brain Intelligent, multicultural with a hood swing You can go with that one though She had a fat butt but guess what She bulimic, it's gone catch up, man up I'm a lady with a goal Freezer so cold, you can bake em in the snow No I ain't that hussy you can fuck and then quit If you fuck me you will definitely never wanna split So I got my Ginsu, all about my slices Going to an after-party, all about my vices All about my whole grain, flowers and my rices Nice with my devices [Refrain]