Morgan and the Hidden Hands
Four Things
Strip down the sword and you've got a boyStrip down the poison you've got a girlNah arm us again I bet this bitch'll winThis time aroundI can think of four things I'd like to doAll involve a knife and four different parts of youFunny how the black shines brighter than the whiteTo your small vicious mindYou'll only remember what's convenient to youI could've loved you freelyI'm real lush deep insideBut I got some hell to screamYou say I'm tainted within but look insideYou only recognize your own breedI'll cram the sin down insideAnd bleed it out from every poreCould you drink my poison?Could I take your daggers?Please drink my poisonCause I've already taken all your daggers.
From Letras Mania