Lately I've just been on different timin, feelin' slick as hell
Every time I hit the mic I'm thinkin' gotta give em hell
Almost wifed a witch, had me under some kinda spell
Wood burnin' out the window, like a candle you could smell
Another young cracker that can crack on himself
Call me Marshall well he's Bob, yeah probably blick himself
Wanna do it all myself, I don't like to ask for help
Homie can't be helped, he can't do shit for himself
Told him don't step to me, it's been proven bad for your health
I come out swingin' every round, straight to the 12
I come out swingin' every round, straight for the bell
I'm the Black Knife Tiche, you can't see but you hear the bells
Yeah, I'm the Black Knife Tiche, you can't see but you hear the bells
Maliketh the black blade like I been reborn
Yeah, I'm one with death, I'm the one reborn
KFC what they say when they see where I was born
In the dirty south, been in plenty fields of corn
Yeah, they know I'm comin' for em, soundin' off the horns
They gon' think I rock with Satan, throwin' up the horns
Yeah, I just ignore em, yeah, still ain't pourin
Burn a pound down like a mound they can mourn
Yeah, they tryna slow me down, I just keep makin' more
Yeah, I'm tryna go to places I ain't been before
Yeah, I'm tryna go to places that I can't afford
Yeah, I'm just throwin' shit till it sticks to the board
But if I'm honest witcha jit, yeah, I'm gettin' bored
So f*ck it
Lately I've just been on different timin, feelin' slick as hell
Every time I hit the mic I'm thinkin' gotta give em hell
Almost wifed a witch, had me under some kinda spell
Wood burnin' out the window, like a candle you could smell
Another young cracker that can crack on himself
Call me Marshall well he's Bob, yeah probably blick himself
Wanna do it all myself, I don't like to ask for help
Homie can't be helped, he can't do shit for himself
Told him don't step to me, it's been proven bad for your health
I come out swingin' every round, straight to the 12
I come out swingin' every round, straight for the bell
I'm the Black Knife Tiche, you can't see but you hear the bells
Yeah, I'm the Black Knife Tiche, you can't see but you hear the bells
Maliketh the black blade like I been reborn
Yeah, I'm one with death, I'm the one reborn
KFC what they say when they see where I was born
In the dirty south, been in plenty fields of corn
Yeah, they know I'm comin' for em, soundin' off the horns
They gon' think I rock with Satan, throwin' up the horns
Yeah, I just ignore em, yeah, still ain't pourin
Burn a pound down like a mound they can mourn
Yeah, they tryna slow me down, I just keep makin' more
Yeah, I'm tryna go to places I ain't been before
Yeah, I'm tryna go to places that I can't afford
Yeah, I'm just throwin' shit till it sticks to the board
But if I'm honest witcha jit, yeah, I'm gettin' bored
So f*ck it
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Lately I've just been on different timin, feelin' slick as hell
Every time I hit the mic I'm thinkin' gotta give em hell
Almost wifed a witch, had me under some kinda spell
Wood burnin' out the window, like a candle you could smell
Another young cracker that can crack on himself
Call me Marshall well he's Bob, yeah probably blick himself
Wanna do it all myself, I don't like to ask for help
Homie can't be helped, he can't do shit for himself
Told him don't step to me, it's been proven bad for your health
I come out swingin' every round, straight to the 12
I come out swingin' every round, straight for the bell
I'm the Black Knife Tiche, you can't see but you hear the bells
Yeah, I'm the Black Knife Tiche, you can't see but you hear the bells
Maliketh the black blade like I been reborn
Yeah, I'm one with death, I'm the one reborn
KFC what they say when they see where I was born
In the dirty south, been in plenty fields of corn
Yeah, they know I'm comin' for em, soundin' off the horns
They gon' think I rock with Satan, throwin' up the horns
Yeah, I just ignore em, yeah, still ain't pourin
Burn a pound down like a mound they can mourn
Yeah, they tryna slow me down, I just keep makin' more
Yeah, I'm tryna go to places I ain't been before
Yeah, I'm tryna go to places that I can't afford
Yeah, I'm just throwin' shit till it sticks to the board
But if I'm honest witcha jit, yeah, I'm gettin' bored
So f*ck it
Lately I've just been on different timin, feelin' slick as hell
Every time I hit the mic I'm thinkin' gotta give em hell
Almost wifed a witch, had me under some kinda spell
Wood burnin' out the window, like a candle you could smell
Another young cracker that can crack on himself
Call me Marshall well he's Bob, yeah probably blick himself
Wanna do it all myself, I don't like to ask for help
Homie can't be helped, he can't do shit for himself
Told him don't step to me, it's been proven bad for your health
I come out swingin' every round, straight to the 12
I come out swingin' every round, straight for the bell
I'm the Black Knife Tiche, you can't see but you hear the bells
Yeah, I'm the Black Knife Tiche, you can't see but you hear the bells
Maliketh the black blade like I been reborn
Yeah, I'm one with death, I'm the one reborn
KFC what they say when they see where I was born
In the dirty south, been in plenty fields of corn
Yeah, they know I'm comin' for em, soundin' off the horns
They gon' think I rock with Satan, throwin' up the horns
Yeah, I just ignore em, yeah, still ain't pourin
Burn a pound down like a mound they can mourn
Yeah, they tryna slow me down, I just keep makin' more
Yeah, I'm tryna go to places I ain't been before
Yeah, I'm tryna go to places that I can't afford
Yeah, I'm just throwin' shit till it sticks to the board
But if I'm honest witcha jit, yeah, I'm gettin' bored
So f*ck it
Every time I hit the mic I'm thinkin' gotta give em hell
Almost wifed a witch, had me under some kinda spell
Wood burnin' out the window, like a candle you could smell
Another young cracker that can crack on himself
Call me Marshall well he's Bob, yeah probably blick himself
Wanna do it all myself, I don't like to ask for help
Homie can't be helped, he can't do shit for himself
Told him don't step to me, it's been proven bad for your health
I come out swingin' every round, straight to the 12
I come out swingin' every round, straight for the bell
I'm the Black Knife Tiche, you can't see but you hear the bells
Yeah, I'm the Black Knife Tiche, you can't see but you hear the bells
Maliketh the black blade like I been reborn
Yeah, I'm one with death, I'm the one reborn
KFC what they say when they see where I was born
In the dirty south, been in plenty fields of corn
Yeah, they know I'm comin' for em, soundin' off the horns
They gon' think I rock with Satan, throwin' up the horns
Yeah, I just ignore em, yeah, still ain't pourin
Burn a pound down like a mound they can mourn
Yeah, they tryna slow me down, I just keep makin' more
Yeah, I'm tryna go to places I ain't been before
Yeah, I'm tryna go to places that I can't afford
Yeah, I'm just throwin' shit till it sticks to the board
But if I'm honest witcha jit, yeah, I'm gettin' bored
So f*ck it
Lately I've just been on different timin, feelin' slick as hell
Every time I hit the mic I'm thinkin' gotta give em hell
Almost wifed a witch, had me under some kinda spell
Wood burnin' out the window, like a candle you could smell
Another young cracker that can crack on himself
Call me Marshall well he's Bob, yeah probably blick himself
Wanna do it all myself, I don't like to ask for help
Homie can't be helped, he can't do shit for himself
Told him don't step to me, it's been proven bad for your health
I come out swingin' every round, straight to the 12
I come out swingin' every round, straight for the bell
I'm the Black Knife Tiche, you can't see but you hear the bells
Yeah, I'm the Black Knife Tiche, you can't see but you hear the bells
Maliketh the black blade like I been reborn
Yeah, I'm one with death, I'm the one reborn
KFC what they say when they see where I was born
In the dirty south, been in plenty fields of corn
Yeah, they know I'm comin' for em, soundin' off the horns
They gon' think I rock with Satan, throwin' up the horns
Yeah, I just ignore em, yeah, still ain't pourin
Burn a pound down like a mound they can mourn
Yeah, they tryna slow me down, I just keep makin' more
Yeah, I'm tryna go to places I ain't been before
Yeah, I'm tryna go to places that I can't afford
Yeah, I'm just throwin' shit till it sticks to the board
But if I'm honest witcha jit, yeah, I'm gettin' bored
So f*ck it
Writer: Danny Burris
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