Razor, Razor Poem by broken hearted

RAZER, RAZER ON DA WALL
WHO CUTS THE CLEANEST OF THEM ALL?
LONG, DEEP CUTS THAT CANT B BEAT
DOWN DA LANE AND ACROST DA STREET
WHO TAKES U TIGHT, IN MY HAND LIKE SO?
AND WITH 1 QUICK FLICK, LETS BLOOD FLOW
WHO DESIRES FOR YOU COLD STEAL?
AND CUTS AGAIN, AS MANY WOONDS DO HEAL
WHO LOVES TO C DA BLOOD RUN FAST?
AND WATCH AS SOO CALLED FRIENDS DO RUN PAST
WHO LONGS 4 U SHARP BLADE?
AND WISHES THE PAIN NOT FADE
WHO WANTS TO C THE FLOOR STAINED RED?
AND LIE IN BLOOD APON MY BEAD
WHO BEGS YOU FOR A CUT SO DEEP?
THAT IM PLUNGED INTO FOREVER SLEEP
RAZER, RAZER ON DA WALL
CUT MY VAINES, PLEASE CUT THEM ALL