Lyrics:
dead meat on a butcher's tray
My youngest son came home today
My youngest son was a fine young man
With a wife, a daughter and two sons
A man he would
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
butcher
Is to cook the steak
Bloody rusty hammer
The only thing he take
He beats incessantly
The cold dead flesh
Walls are painted red
He continues thrash
your baby mama door
My nigga where it's at? (ah)
Diamond Butcher Slim Skin
Apron baggin' crack
Shot him in the forehead, came out the back
Oh my, all my
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 ass up
Just don't, get,
The Shankill Butchers ride tonight
You better shut your windows tight
They're sharpening their cleavers and their knives
And taking all their whiskey
from a red Corvette, tore out the buckets from a red Corvette
Lionel and Dave and the Butcher made three
you got to meet me by the knuckles
your heart
Gnawing, eating, chewing the flesh
Ooh, so glorious
Feel the hunger satiate
Slice by slice by slice by another
A butcher with sick ap-pet-ite
always got a mad face
He won’t let you leave
Beware of the Hell’s Butcher!
You wouldn’t want to fall
Beware of the Hell’s Butcher!
Corpses all around
Every
to the cross while we're all fucking dust
All eyes on the TV screen
Catastrophe, catastrophe
I see your sense of security
There's purity in the butcher's meat
Born of a fallen rib
From the monkey's womb
Overcooked by cathode rays
Evolved to consume
100%
100%
100%
100%
Eating from the butcher's
It's of a brisk young butcher as I have heard them say
He started out of London town all on a certain day
Says he ""A frolic I will have, my fortune
Why do you make me feel incomplete
Ruin me ruin me Roses are red
The petals are dead they're all dead
The petals like me will all descend
One last
a new start
There he levitated in fearsome grace
Over the old butchers headstone
Just entombed that day
More fog than form with red wings and robe
Before
Red eyes and silver scythe
Murdering with joy and delight
I`m the incubus judging over your fate
Slaughtering, spreading the pain
My occasionally
Can see the red shine (HDOE)
Catch me droolin' at my AK like, "Damn
That's mine" (Bah)
Big gun, big 'K, flexin' (Flexin')
Come into the Butcher House
blood on the money, we savagin'
You can tell by the driver we havin' it, yeah
We took it easy, so don't press your luck
When I feel like squeezin', my
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 ass up
Just don't, get,
Void of all brain
I couldn't see that I was the one to blame
Cold shoulder
Like a slaughtered cow in a butcher's fridge
Cold shoulder
She had
Like dead meat on a butcher's tray
My youngest son same home today
My youngest son was a fine young man
With a wife, a daughter and two sons
casualties get decapitated
Starks rise above all to be emancipated
Black Godfather, families at war
Drive bys and Molotovs settle the score
Butcher shops are
to blow niggas
Tech 9's, carbines, pointin' in your fuckin' faces
Thirty-eight magnum butcher knife man, watch me stab em
Q his kid left there, with
a minute, I see, never must've been, hear me
Surrounded by eleven and they all look grim
Butcher aprons with blood stains
Faces are pigs with people brains
And friends to foes are common butcher's blocks
A gallant shot, well managing his piece
In my conceit deserves a golden fleece
Amid the seas, a gallant ship
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