[Verse 1: SCUM]
Life support is steady beeping, she is sleeping in a coma
Family around her weeping and inhaling the aroma
Of the failing dying body there ain't shit they can do
Animals that did this far too often sit in a zoo
On the prowl on the hunt so you better watch your cunt
Cut your head off wipe the red off and I kick it like a punt
Slit your belly like a blunt, you know the guts have to go
Show up at your bridal party, now your sluts are no more
And the one that I mentioned that's about to flatline
In comparison to the rest of 'em is doing that fine
Bitch is doing that great once she got no arms and legs
Rolled and folded in our presence zipped in forty different bags
Ripped in forty different pieces in most cases still alive
Had to eat each other's feces doing everything to survive
This predicament that ends worse than any scene in Saw
At the mercy of two cannibals about to eat 'em raw

[Chorus: Insane Poetry & Both]
It's the Butcher Brothers, Triple M-F-D
Unsubs one cut make a human centipede
We are on a killing spree, on a killing spree!
On a killing spree, we are on a killing spree!
It's the Butcher Brothers, Triple M-F-D
Unsubs one cut make a human centipede
We are on a killing spree, on a killing spree!
Make my motherfucking day, we are on a killing spree!
[Verse 2: Insane Poetry]
Yeah! No reflection I chose the weapon
I just exposed the section of his insides where plenty men lie
With the ribcage snatched apart from they vertebrae out they back
A blood eagle as I scrape the bones, welcome to my Game of Thrones
Cannibalistic ancient poems inscribed in my flesh read
How you gonna reason with a psycho? My knife stroke is so deadly
Yes everybody dies gruesomely, chopped up and just used for meat
Then fed to the pigs, head severed is clean off his neck
And ripped his limbs off dropped your body in a divot
So exquisite this is masterpiece murder hanging perfectly
Picture them when I kill 'em
Use a big hatchet when I hacked them (hacked them)
So welcome inside my Snuff Reels: The Director's Cut: The Birth of Richard Hansen
Get to work and get to hackin' then half 'em then have them
Cut open with a jagged knife, destruction is my appetite
Then sacrificed to the afterlife my savage life is on full display
Necromancin' my inner demons that want a chance to skin her regions (Skin her regions)

[Chorus: Insane Poetry & Both]
It's the Butcher Brothers, Triple M-F-D
Unsubs one cut make a human centipede
We are on a killing spree, on a killing spree!
On a killing spree, we are on a killing spree!
It's the Butcher Brothers, Triple M-F-D
Unsubs one cut make a human centipede
We are on a killing spree, on a killing spree!
Make my motherfucking day, we are on a killing spree!
[Verse 3: Smallz One]
Shit that I am dealing with is more fucked up than the realest shit
Counterfeited bitches at the black market dealership
Crystal Pierce is on the trombone
I remember this, I listened to that man cry loud when I severed it
Extra credit, bitch, none of that was necessary
I am just a fucking work of art and that's hereditary
Proof is in the cemetery mind your fucking business though
The Butcher Brothers recommended that I take a different road
Shit is so incredible (Yes!) like a honeymoon
Shit is pure bliss when a circle saw is cutting through
I got plenty proof, size six bloody shoes
Trade 'em for a half size up when I'm running through
Point a gun at you is something that I'd never do
I'd rather use a blade and suffocate you 'til your face is blue
I'm sure you heard it all before but this is hardly fiction
Make my motherfuckin' day is homicide's depiction (Yeah!)

[Chorus: Insane Poetry & Both]
It's the Butcher Brothers, Triple M-F-D
Unsubs one cut make a human centipede
We are on a killing spree, on a killing spree!
On a killing spree, we are on a killing spree!
It's the Butcher Brothers, Triple M-F-D
Unsubs one cut make a human centipede
We are on a killing spree, on a killing spree!
Make my motherfucking day, we are on a killing spree!
[Verse 4: SCUM & Insane Poetry]
We are not trusting, make millions just like playing with Silly Putty
Sticky squishable and stretchy especially if you are nutty
Taking their bodies and I stuff 'em when dead baby's stuffed with brains
Then I bake 'em in the oven lovin' eating snuffed remains
Yeah! I eat your flesh just succulent little morsel
I'm nothing nice, use a hunting knife, cutting all through your torso
Repeatedly and forceful you and I with the doors closed
While you leaking out your hemoglobin got you screamin' in Morse Code
So no one hears you but the whispers voices from the oculus
Comin' out from the mirrors of darkness where the monsters live
Hellspawn settin' on seekin' to rip your soul apart
Taking you to the bottomless pit to where it's cold and dark
Don't waste your time on your motherfucking calls for help and stop your pleading
Better be quiet as we're proceeding with this massacre at hand
With a pile of human body parts that is tall enough to reach your ceiling
Steady growing as we killing feeling this spree will never end

[Chorus: Insane Poetry & Both]
It's the Butcher Brothers, Triple M-F-D
Unsubs one cut make a human centipede
We are on a killing spree, on a killing spree!
On a killing spree, we are on a killing spree!
It's the Butcher Brothers, Triple M-F-D
Unsubs one cut make a human centipede
We are on a killing spree, on a killing spree!
Make my motherfucking day, we are on a killing spree!