[Intro]
Welcome to Butcher Street

[Chorus]
Will you be my friend? I’m just kidding, bitch
Throw my mental straight inside a bag and throw it off a cliff
I’m getting fed up with this bullshit, it don’t make no sense
My scissor blade inside his gut until he fucking spit

[Verse]
Talking back, we gon' slit up his motherfucking throat
Slit on my neck, I got blood on my throat
All of this pain, if it keeps going on, I’ma be hanging from ropes
Put his head up in the grass and I’m making him chew on that shit like a motherfuckin' goat
Everyone wanna talk back but I don’t advise that you step a foot on Butcher Road
You should be thankful for your limbs before I cut 'em off
I’m on Butcher Street, you talk back, then we send the dogs
Reason I’m a schizo? I don’t kill for any cause
When I’m donе with him he look like he just mеt Jaws

[Interlude]
"The person’s mouth sinks below the surface of the water and then reappears as they try to breath, once they can no longer hold their initial breath and start to hyperventilate they might asperate water, triggering something called a Laryngospasm. This is where the person’s vocal cords spasm, blocking their airways and protecting their lungs, however it also inconveniently makes yelling for help significantly harder to do."

[Bridge]
I spent a long time alone and I’m thinking
The water rises and I realize I’m sinking
Everybody hates me, I know what they’re thinking
But it’s okay, there’s not much time 'fore I’m leaving
I spent a long time alone and I’m thinking
The water rises and I realize I’m sinking
Everybody hates me, I know what they’re thinking
But it’s okay, there’s not much time 'fore I’m leaving (Ahh)
[Chorus]
Will you be my friend? I’m just kidding, bitch
Throw my mental straight inside a bag and throw it off a cliff
I’m getting fed up with this bullshit, it don’t make no sense
My scissor blade inside his gut until he fucking spit