[Intro: News Reporter]
On, uh, November the 10th at possibly 9:30 p.m., the stabbing happened at the 7 Eleven store on King and Flanagan. Uh two suspects came into the store and they stabbed the clerk nine times. Um, the entire incident was captured on video. The, uh, the suspects and one came back and told the clerk ( "I'm going to kill you!") (Skrazey Beats!)

[Chorus: Insane Poetry & Scum]
Pull out our butcher knives (Yeah!)
You know it's time for action (Uh!)
You know we like to slash 'em (Yeah!)
Murder is quite our passion (Uh!)
We come to cut you open (Yeah!)
To feed our appetite (Uh!)
Human consumption for fame, our blood sacrifice
Cyco is murder!
Scum is murder!
Serial killing for real n***a it's murder!
Silence of the lambs with this big knife in my hands
It's the violence of man for real we've come to kill you!

[Verse 1: Insane Poetry]
My lyrical knife wedges in between your ribcage
Puncturing your vital organs and bones I'm using a thick blade
Get your sick cave this is beyond sickening
This is beyond violent leave on your lawn ripped frames
Bodies with no appendages attached to 'em
Ungodly yes he's a menace to this rap music
N***a I'm a talent on the underground sewer
I'm the muthafuckin fecal matter found around manure
Maneuver the pen across the paper
The instrumental dives deep, trapped inside the labyrinth of my mind
Let's see if you can find me
In a dimension drifting in between Heaven and Hell
Witness sketch is putrid evil's what you're up against now
Sever your nails off your fingertips with a hacksaw
No anesthesia give and get your leg next murder is hacked off
Hats off as I slash off your chatterbox
Make my muthafuckin' day trapped inside this tattered mind
[Chorus: Insane Poetry & Scum]
Pull out our butcher knives (Yeah!)
You know it's time for action (Uh!)
You know we like to slash 'em (Yeah!)
Murder is quite our passion (Uh!)
We cut to cut you open (Yeah!)
To feed our appetite (Uh!)
Human consumption for fame, our blood sacrifice
Psycho is murder!
Scum is murder!
Serial killing for real n***a it's murder!
Silence of the lambs with this big knife in my hands
It's the violence of man for real we've come to kill you!

[Verse 2: Scum]
The underground's dead most of this shit's gay
And so we bash and slash their throats it's lyrical knife-play
Pull out your notebook from out your backpack
And I'll pull out a butcher knife and stick it in your neck
I open it up so fucking wide (Don't watch your tongue guy!)
Then watch you die as I'm gripping your Colombian necktie
And so it's bye-bye
And so it's night-night
With knives we chase you through the tunnel towards the bright light
We step on your body leaving it looking like some chopped steak
Only to send a message letting 'em know this shit is not fake
It's made to hurt your flesh and feelings making you cry
Better known as Gorehop and this shit will never die
We'll never ever die a bet I wouldn't gamble
But bitch you will be dead look down and see the handle
Of a butcher knife sticking out the middle of your gut
Soon on your lifeless steaming corpse I will bust a nut (bust a nut)
[Chorus: Insane Poetry & Scum]
Pull out our butcher knives (Yeah!)
You know it's time for action (Uh!)
You know we like to slash 'em (Yeah!)
Murder is quite our passion (Uh!)
We cut to cut you open (Yeah!)
To feed our appetite (Uh!)
Human consumption for fame, our blood sacrifice
Psycho is murder!
Scum is murder!
Serial killing for real n***a it's murder!
Silence of the lambs with this big knife in my hands
It's the violence of man for real we've come to kill you!