Lyrics:
Deep in the black
The fires are burning red
The end of your life
Caged in perfect war
The butcherous are built by bloodlust's endless sight
Satan's
the chain of command I deliver the pain you're receivin
Brain washing has officially begun
Kid you peep a psycho holdin a butcher knife dancin like Re-Run
from a red Corvette
Lionel, Dave and the butcher made three
Oh you got to meet me by the
Knuckles of the skinny bone tree
With the strings of a Washburn
as laughter, red slaughter
Eaten by carrion, Sharon Bateman, fate, and Al's hair,
Red sardonyx, red fingernails, lil' Red Ridin' Hood, MATADOR,
Crucifix, red is
from a red Corvette
Lionel and Dave and the butcher made three
You got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree
With the strings
Hill houses breed masses
Shifty eyes and milky thighs
Aided by her liquor cabinets
She's funny, lacks cunning
Leading hands to twin sized beds
Red
as if they were never here
Out at Bushy Park in the Laird's homestead
Angus McMillan never mourned the black dead
Down at Maffra and by Butcher's Creek
The Shankill butchers ride tonight
You better shut your windows tight
They're sharpening their cleavers and their knives
And taking all their whiskey
Didn't he ramble... he rambled
Rambled all around... in and out of town
Didn't he ramble... didn't he ramble
He rambled 'til the butcher cut him
Didn't he ramble; he rambled
Rambled all around in and out of town
Didn't he ramble, didn't he ramble
He rambled till the butcher cut him down
Didn't he ramble, he rambled
Rambled all around, in and out of town
Didn't he ramble, didn't he ramble
He rambled till the butcher cut him down
Didn't he ramble, didn't he ramble
He rambled all around, in and out of town
Didn't he ramble, didn't he ramble
He rambled till the butcher cut
from a red Corvette
Lionel and Dave and the butcher made three
You got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree
With the strings
Corvette
Lionel and Dave and the Butcher made three
Well, you got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree
With the strings of a Washburn stretched
that I am yours
But i feel like you're raisin up the red Lights sayin no
And then you butcher me torture me
Break me to a thousand pieces but I Keep
they gon' think you lyin' if you
Tell 'em you met me
The Butcher, nigga, Griselda, aie!
By Fashion Rebels
Yeah, I put a shit bag on you
The Fifth blast
out my headspace
Run this shit, I'm starting to by my whips now for the leg space
(Got this shit up out the) yeah, Baby
Got this shit up out
as laughter, red slaughter
eaten by carrion, Sharon Bateman, fate, and Al's hair,
red sardonyx, red fingernails, lil' Red Ridin' Hood, MATADOR,
crucifix, red is
trouble
Blue money in that bright red Supreme duffle
Ahhh!
Nigga, these niggas not enough for me man
Griselda, Butcher nigga, Steroids
one fiend get a sample
Then he go and tell the rest and
That's how you lead by example
Excuses for leeches to ramble
I got a date with success and
Don't
Didn't he ramble, he rambled
Rambled all around, in and out of town
Didn't he ramble, didn't he ramble
He rambled till the butcher cut him down
a nigga like Koop, a nutcase
And I can tell by the day it's gonna be a long night
When I take a swipe for your life, my big black butcher knife
Now I'm
And life drifts slowly by in the provinces
Peter Foster goes to Gloucester for his first school day
Bites his teacher, sees a preacher and is taught
When my baby's walking down the street
I see red, I see red, I see red
How could someone wicked walk round free
I see red, I see red, I see red
I
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