Cheese Grader Purge

whats your weapon of choice ill choose a mother fuckin cheese grader a cheese grader you heard me a cheese grader for slicin dicin In the shadows where the darkness creeps, I’m slicing through the silence, secrets buried deep, What’s your weapon of choice? A cheese grater, Shredding through the lies, call me the truth creator. Sharp edges, I’m a razor in this twisted game, Grating down the fakes, yeah, I’m the one to blame, Metal on metal, hear the sound of despair, Peeling back the layers, exposing what’s unfair. Got my mind like a blade, cutting sharp, never dull, In a world full of noise, I’m the quiet that’s a pull, Cheese grater in hand, I’m a fiend for the grind, Every shred of deception, I’m leaving behind. Dark thoughts in my head, like shadows they’ll creep, But I’m the one who’s lurking, while you’re lost in your sleep, Gritty and raw, like the life that I live, No mercy for the fakes, only truth will I give