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MY CUTTER lyrics by Sematary

Intro
Cut his head open like, „Aah!”
I got knives on me like, „Ha!”
Yeah, Sematary
I’m on the Rainbow Bridge
Aah

Chorus
Cut his head open like, „Aah!”
I got knives on me like, „Ha!”
Raise my cutter up like, „Yah!”
We pull up to the party, oh God
Cut his head open like, „Aah!”
I got knives on me like, „Ha!”
Raise my cutter up like, „Yah!”
We pull up to the party, oh God

Verse 1
My cutter cut the whole world for me
Don’t try, dog, I’ma put you to sleep
Fueling up on RedBull and Trollis
My RedBull always gives me wings
I flex, I got studs up on my jeans
In my room, I’m still hurting
Come through, still fuck the world, fuck police
You know they could never ever stop me
I will bring you down beneath the trees
‘Til the end, come lay down to rest with me
Not going out, I don’t wanna feel the breeze
Motherfuck life, I will never go to sleep
I’m too gone, I’m like Mandy
Big knives, skin mask all on me
On the Rainbow Bridge down by the trees
My cutter cut you for me

Chorus
Cut his head open like, „Aah!”
I got knives on me like, „Ha!”
Raise my cutter up like, „Yah!”
We pull up to the party, oh God
Cut his head open like, „Aah!”
I got knives on me like, „Ha!”
Raise my cutter up like, „Yah!”
We pull up to the party, oh God

Verse 2
Put that pistol in her mouth, but she want it though
Put that cutter in her mouth, Glasgow smile
Don’t bring us to the party, we gon’ break skulls
Haunted Mound, murder boys, you already know
We be digging, we be digging, we be digging holes
‘Round the lake, past the barn, leave your dead bros
I’m still in the night, we gon’ slit your throat
Sematary, Grave Man from the Haunted Mound
Molotov, boxcutter, phone
10 razors, 10 RedBulls
Cutters and bad lungs
This real black metal
Molotov, boxcutter, phone
Double rainbows and teddy bears
Cutters and bad lungs
This real black metal (Sematary)

Chorus
Cut his head open like, „Aah!”
I got knives on me like, „Ha!”
Raise my cutter up like, „Yah!”
We pull up to the party, oh God
Cut his head open like, „Aah!”
I got knives on me like, „Ha!”
Raise my cutter up like, „Yah!”
We pull up to the party, oh God