Lyrics:
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
improved excuses
Wounds cover the body and screws become lose
And gruesome, better red than dead
Flowin' again like the blood leaking
Out of each other's
Jak cię widzę krzyczę
Na nic już nie liczę
Jak o tym myślę gniję
Ej, red flag, red flag, red flag, red flag, red flag, red flag, red flag
Red flag,
A sinister twist
He prowls the streets
A butcher in need
To satisfy his demons
He must let them feed
As the moonlight fades
To a new days dawn
Hes Overcome by
Prepare to witness a place of gore
Of legal dissection and blood on the floor
Carved up corpses, in the corner
Sliced up by a psychotic coroner
by the wall!
You got lots have Potential!
You decide to choose a
Wrong judgement to live a life
Wearing orange stripes like beehives?
Come on man!
You
She's reborn in grudge and steel
She's reborn in fire
She's the doom of the ones who raped her
She's skilled in the art to kill,
Living by the saber
at the bottom of the sea
The day is turning dark outside
All aspiration face down in the street
A pro' in the alley with a red-moon sky
The last drag
turns so cold
As I die in his eyes
Infamous Butcher
Infamous Butcher
I fall into his grasp
To be divided by teeth
He tears me from bone
As I'm sold
die by the other's hand
If they ever notice The Butcher covered
In bubonic plague
Then remove his knives to heal
His sores, he will bring hell to pay
I
as you think.
You can't purloin a sirloin
Or the butcher will put you in the clink.
You just can't be a lazy bird,
You've gotta get off o' your twig;
bare hands without a net
It's hard enough to walk on grass so conscious of the consequences
They've been jerking
They've been jerking
In a pail by
London 1888
Squalor and disease
Full moon rising
Blood will fill the streets
Streets are painted red
The Ripper strikes again
Scream in the dark
Pour it on up
Who That Is Making That Noise, Noise, Noise Them Sippi Boyz
Red Promethazine
Red Promethazine
Red Pro
Red Pro
Red Promethazine
Thick
wordplay
Spit, darts, sharp like a DJ
Keep cuttin' 'em, I call 'em the butcher
See your bitch on the street, but I'ma push up
Bars, lines, verbal
his fucking hype
Then fling and chop my butcher knife
Niggas talking trash shit we must be doing something right
Better walk fast and haul ass
We known
casualties get decapitated
Starks rise above all to be emancipated
Black Godfather, families at war
Drive bys and Molotovs settle the score
Butcher shops
happening on properties by these folks that don't look like me
But when I see they do they telling us no Tupac'ish and then I go right
In thruw the front door
Red roses
By her grave
The Virgin Butcher
Took her hand and said:
"I wanna please you"
He slit her throat and said:
"I wanna rape you
I wanna hear you
a cage with a mountain lion
When I hear the bell ring, I'm swinging head level
Burning your block, my rhymes hotter than Red Devil
So peel off, like
by they tongues when I sung
Play a game, press your luck, punk
I don't give a fuck punk
If the butcher knife don't cut
Then I buck, buck, buck
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Yay, you keep it slow
Yay yay, you keep it low, well
You sell snake oil to the butcher
The butcher's bill must always be
the memories of you
All those lonely miles that you ride
Now you'll walk with no one by your side
Did you ever even care
With your swords and your stupid hair?
that I wear so tight
They were holding my mind through the era
When I embraced the claws of the monsters
Being the butcher annihilating them
And cutting
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