[Verse 1: Insane Poetry]
Yeah! You see my poetry's insane
My mother and my brother SCUM solely is to blame
I’m a Butcher Brother, an Unsub doing random acts
Off that evil shit, violence how we channel that
The snuff kings that love to cut things
Your blood is gushing from your body just like a reservoir
Angel of death with cut wings the gods of gore
We hunting we are Apex predators

[Verse 2: SCUM]
Body parts, body parts, body parts of what used to be you
We just threw in a pile
So much meat to be hacked, there's no time to collect every chunk even once in a while
We covered in blood from head to toe with another hoe in front of us
On a metal slab and so we grab her arms and legs
And hold her down for the amputation, limbs and torso separation
While the next one in line pleads and begs

[Chorus: Insane Poetry & SCUM]
Everyone dies!
Though some deaths are worse than others
Having their mothers covered in vomit fucking feigning at the sight
Everyone dies!
Then havin' their bodies deconstructed
We dismember the abducted even if they put up a fight
Everyone dies!
It is a primal type of action
Satisfaction of a killers penetration check they pay
Everyone dies!
No one can offer you protection
Your dissection coming up quick will make my motherfucking day!
[Verse 3: SCUM]
I’ve lived a bad life, made some bad choices in my past
If I could go back I wouldn't change a thing
And everybody there that's dead would still be motherfucking dead
And still I will slit they throats, let it rain
I'm finna paint Triple M-F-D while pullin' up on your lawn
Then hoppin' up out of the van axe in hand
Your children just had they heads and now they heads, they are gone
Everyone fuckin' dies where they stand

[Verse 4: Insane Poetry]
You see violent art is the gruesome music we live by
You are like meat to the lions, you are a ribeye
Gorehop the slaughterhouse where pigs die
Burn 'em at the stake till they skin fries
Curled up like French fries, them guys don’t fuck around at all
They logo is a shotgun, axe and a saw
It’s the rapture of God when we appear out the blue
With automatic weapons when we clear out the room

[Chorus: Insane Poetry & SCUM]
Everyone dies!
Though some deaths are worse than others
Having their mothers covered in vomit fucking feigning at the sight
Everyone dies!
Then havin' their bodies deconstructed
We dismember the abducted even if they put up a fight
Everyone dies!
It is a primal type of action
Satisfaction of a killers penetration check they pay
Everyone dies!
No one can offer you protection
Your dissection coming up quick will make my motherfucking day!