DUM HOS WITH KNIVES "Pomegranate Snapper"
A knife-gang-turned-cooking-collective shares recipes, knifing techniques.
Presented by The DeSimone Sisters & MINORapocalypse
Directed by Greg Emetaz & Amanda DeSimone
Music & lyrics by Amanda DeSimone, mixed by Nick Zagorin
Director of Photography: Greg Emetaz
Editor: Amanda DeSimone
With (in order of appearance): Black Stabbath, Michael Marcotte, Terre Grilli, The Reverend Gal Sharpton, Jo Anne Kappel, Morgan McGuire, Carrie Rachel, Alexis Kramer, Cait Johnston, Joshua Gonzales, Cliff Miller
Special thanks: Lori Cassar, Victoria DeSimone, Ivy Chang, Tiffany Wu
Lyrics:
When I was just a baby, my mama told me:
"Lady, always be a good girl, don’t ever play with blades"
See, but I did what I wanted, I was always one to flaunt it
And if someone stepped to me, Dum Hos With Knives, we’d be on it
But then I got stabbed real bad, like Game of Thrones stabbed
So spoiler alert, y'all can’t keep me in no body bag
Now I've seen the light, no more knife fights for me,
When it comes to keeping knives, I cop the kitchen types only
Slowly deboning -- this snapper, I'm owning
My skills, like my knives, I am constantly honing
I ain't one to hack and, yo, this shit ain't Sony
My knowledge comes from God, yup, and this is what She told me:
Don't put your knives in the mothafuckin' dishwasher
Don't put your knives in the mothafuckin' dishwasher
(It'll dull the blade)
First I put my grip on it, then I work the tip on it
Bustas' heads explode 'cause I got mad craftsmanship on it
Haters always trip on it, jealous 'cause we sip on it
Every Dum Ho gets a mojito (Yeah, we lit on it)
Now we civilized with our culinary knives
Now we unified in our nasty woman lives
Now we satisfied with our boring nine-to-fives
'cause we coming home to nine inches of paradise
I'm slicin', I'm dicin', watch me slip my knife in
My cuts are clean through like a bite from Mike Tyson
I'm up on these tools like Walter White on ricin
Wanna keep your blade right? Here's my advice, son:
Don't put your knives in the mothafuckin' dishwasher
Don't put your knives in the mothafuckin' dishwasher
(It'll dull the blade)
Cutco at my mothafuckin' door
So I let him in for sharpenin’, but that's not all he came for
Y'all know I got me knives galore, but when I see that pretty cutlery
I gots to have me one more
Every time I get paid, I get me yet another blade
And every time I don't get paid, I put a blade on layaway
And every time I get thrown shade, I chill and put my blades away
But every time I get betrayed, I flip the script, like "Fuck you, Brute"
You gonna learn today
Players gather 'round when they see me 'bout to batonnet
Try to snatch my crown, yo, you better back that ass away
Once was lost but now I'm found, and this is all I got to say:
Don't put your knives in the mothafuckin' dishwasher
Don't put your knives in the mothafuckin' dishwasher
(It'll dull the blade)