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Look at our faces
Unanchored beings
Floating from one feeling to the next
Look at our fallen angels of being
Dragging their faces
Enlightened by

The butcher you'll be eviscerated 

Both man and Beast there's no place you can hide dead 
By Sunrise will you be the creatures feast tonight

You know you're

Gangsta
Brought to you by the Butcher, nigga
(These are the real Sopranos)
(Cannon)

Was takin' penitentiary chances, now they hit us with

Defeating everything I can and eat my senzu bean
I’m back I’m flowing life like dame
Im on my red Its either love or dangе’ you choose to warn you
My mic is

snatching crowns.
Overcome, watch mundane cycles undone,
Overthrow traditions, paint fumes in the lungs.
Nightcalls and goons, red ferrari can't outrun,

insubordinate
I'm bored with it
Bore from within
Y'all never thought of it
20 years ahead
Appreciate when you dead
Been a red, outlawed
Too raw for a death bed
X

double-fuckin'-hockey-sticks
The motherfuckin' butcher, talkin' shit
I'll get to choppin', bitch
I'll separate your body piece by piece
Baby O fuck you up demolish you
I'll put

up
Put that in a song because that lyric's fucking awesome
Red rocks from the teeth of the white shark
Cut deep you can see by the bite marks
Feet up

a door no one will ever see
Blood spilling is my business
And I'm drowning in red success
This one will wake the neighbors
It's going to be quite a mess

As a hornucopia
On plastic trays divided

Sacred to Sirtur
Once it seemed
You're screwed
Less you elude
The Shepherd's dream

You're new, but
Don't get consumed
By

while life becomes dead.
When a wealthy consumer lusts for blood,
a butcher liberates you from the prison,
and cuts your throat open with a knife.
Red

like they blood without the red flagging
And when I'm smoking like the Zig, when others are zagging
I kinda like to keep it low, no boastin' or bragging

(Statik Selektah) yeah
For all my niggas right here, this for everybody
A lotta shit be on my brain, I don't even talk about it
The Butcher

custom I don’t t even gotta brag 
And I’m used to popping tags that shit light  

Speeding ticket on me, I don’t stop at red lights 
30 different colors

No Friend

Paramore

After Laughter

2017

how it feels

Another brick-red room, another black-top town
Another misspelled band burning their own houses down
Another pine-box tune to fill

Ah, The Butcher comin', nigga
Ay yo Harry you crazy for this shit
(La música de Harry Fraud) (bah)

In interviews talkin' Plug talk
Got my name

And we go need our baby
By our side
Baby please to get
This money is not easy

I tried to make you
Stay but you say
You wanna leave
If you turn

Red Nose

Tech N9ne

Red Nose

clothes
The industry are my foes
They treat me like I got a red nose, red nose, red nose
They put me down
And treat me like I got a red nose, red nose, red

Nocnocnocnoc butcher coming, nigga
Griselda (I came to clean you niggas up) , ahh
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
We want the whole thing
Yeah, yeah yeah, we

leaving folks
After I get them singing
I'd like to leave ya'll singing
How'bout the folks in the row
Here by the wall
Ya'll got the "red light" with me
Rest

It's going down on us
We bout to drown from it
In the red in the red in the red
Markets in the red in the red in the red
Stocks still in the red in

Time turns voices into stone
Where our shadow falls in tears
Time turns voices into stone

Death whispered on angel's frozen breath
Borne down by hoary

White Bitch

Gunplay

Living Legend

2015

(Now its music in their ears, I got a perfect licking mind
Bout to slide by their crib, point it out and put you down)

Take what you want, tie they

dead by the morning
My man, we are the entire fuck out here
Lights up, Ryan's up, fire up the sound gear
Been accused of the recklessness but I don't