- Verse (Male Rap Aggressive) - I rip your motherfucking skin off, I boil your balls, bury you in the walls alive with boiled balls. I stab a knife in you so deep your ancestors feel it, I won’t fucking waste a bullet on you. I got trees, I make you a cross, paint it blue and crucify you. Then embalm your fucking body and get you fucked by a donkey — dead but funky. I dig up your mother and feed her to a demonic otter. I curse you with wicked voodoo, make you think suicide is the thing to do. When you get to the joint, I call in advance from the Eight Mile, make the brotherhood think you’re a pedophile — sleazy and vile. Kiss your ass goodbye, greetings from the killer in your brother’s drive-by. I torture you just to hear you scream — not that I am fucking mean. I am diabolical, fucked up, fuck logical. To me death is sensual, yours is next and I’m punctual. It’s not that I hate you (I fucking hate you), It’s not that I wanna kill you (I wanna fucking kill you). ⸻ - Chorus (Female Voice) - Mon couteau est tranchant, mon amour, ta chair fragile m’appelle chaque jour. ⸻ - Verse (Male Rap Aggressive) - She’s demonic, she’s inside my head, I can’t escape, my path is blood red. Cursed or hypnotized, possessed or out of my mind, I sneak up from behind, make you blind, leave you helpless, never mind. Come back and feed you crack ‘til you get a heart attack, then feed you adrenaline to bring you back, just to kill you — okay Jack. The ones that act tough are weak, watch out for the silent motherfuckers like me. ⸻ - Chorus (Female Voice) - Mon couteau est tranchant, mon amour, ta chair fragile m’appelle chaque jour. ⸻ - Verse (Male Rap Aggressive) - Get the fuck out of my motherfucking head, I killed you a thousand times, you should be fucking dead. Tell me who you want me to kill so you leave me alone and let my sanity heal — but there’s no fucking way. She’s here to stay. I’m off to mass, a killing spray. I lost my mind, someone has to pay. ⸻ - Chorus Outro (Female Voice) - Mon couteau est tranchant, mon amour, ta chair fragile m’appelle chaque jour.
