What the fuck you doing? it’s the age of the Edge
So if you fuck around than its blades in ya heads
Play around the edge and your gunna get dangled
Play around with Edge and your gunna get strangled
My attitude since birth has been “fuck you pay me”
You aint got the guts to slay me, I obstruct u daily
And when im smoking on some THC crystal shit
You don’t want the missiles spit, pray for the pistol whip
Cause if I let the lead sprung, you will get ya head hung
I don’t like to fuck around, in the club sippin red rum
And when it comes down to it, u livin is my decision
every time I bust my gun, I do it with much precision
So you should beware and run home and be scared
Cause its over for you if I pull out my three squared
that’s what you get for thinking that your shit was big
So keep fuckin with the Edge and I’ll split ya wig
why does everybody, instigate the Edge
i will slice my knife, from vertibrates to heads
everyone just thinks, i will hide and grovel
come visit the edge, get inside this novel
i will take you all, on a journey unadventured
if you come along, make sure an atourneys tenured
because the shit you see, will scar for life
lock you in a chair, feather and tar ya wife
step to the Edge