There is an old tradition, a game we all can play. You start by getting liquored up, and sharpening your blade. You take a shot of Whiskey, you grab your knife and pray. And spread apart your fingers, and this is what you say:Oh, I have all my fingers, the knife goes chop, chop, chop. If I miss the spaces in between, my fingers will come off. And if I hit my fingers, the blood will soon come out. But all the same, I play this game, 'cause that's what it's all about. No, you can't use a pencil, can not use a pen. The only way is with a knife, when danger is your friend. And some may call it stupid, some may call it dumb. But all the same we play this game, because it's so damn fun!Oh, I have all my fingers, the knife goes chop, chop, chop. If I miss the spaces in between, my fingers will come off. And if I hit my fingers, the blood will soon come out. But all the same, I play this game, 'cause that's what it's all about. Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, I'm picking

up the speed. And if I hit my fingers, then my hand will start to bleed! THE KNIFE SONG I USED WHILE I PLAYED IT AND i cut my fingers 4 times :( BUT I DOSENT REALLY HURT SO YEH :D (quietly whispers;jeff the killer would be prouds) lol not why i did it tho-

just go over to your oven and shove your head in it