C G C Don’t know what you’re in for and I don’t really care G C I just now you’re in here, and you got pretty hair F C Me and the boys were watchin’, when they brought you to your cell G C Now were gonna f**k you , and k*ll you if you tell. Chorus: F C Cause it’s your Blood On My Knife, or my s**t on our dick G C It’s one or the other, please answer me quick F C F The choice is it yours, you s*xy convict C G C It’s your Blood On My Knife or your s**t on my dick. C G C He stood there stunned and stupid, his hind end to the wall G C Mumblin’ and a coughin’, and tryin’ hard to stall F C We moved in around you, put a knife against your spleen G C You’re now filled with more semen than a Russian submarine. Chorus: C G C G C F C G C C G C Now he doesn’t fight it, when the fellas are around G C Even with no blade, he’ll drop his undies down F C It’s best to be alive than some dead matcho prick G C So he keeps his blood, off the knife, and his s**t, on their dick. C G C Been many months and many years since he got outta jail G C But he still thinks about it, over some fruity cocktail F C Who’d ever thought it, who’da predict G C This once strong and rowdy man would be a shlong addict.
