[Intro: Insane Poetry]
Raise the blade
Team-Team Guillotine

[Verse 1: Insane Poetry]
Welcome to our Blood Moon gathering
It's Team Guillotine at your throat repping that acronym
LSP Lyrikal Snuff Produktionz shit's erupting
We twin blades done thin shave you with vicious cutting
Soon as we get to hunting, nothing is stopping us
From killing you and dicing you into pigeon food
I don't think they really prepared y'all for the circle saw and axe, we rip through 'em like bear claws
Yes our shit is fire, octane from the sickest writers
We will chop your head off, throw yo body in a pit of vipers
That's how we ripping ciphers
Butcher knife at Mister Myers
The knife glares like the flare when a pistol fires
Homie I spit saliva liver than your favorite rapper
You know we came to snatch 'em and then display 'em after
Fuck 'em, and yes the jealous one can get it
It's dark and hell is hot when the devil comes to visit with his

[Chorus: Insane Poetry & JP Tha Hustler]
Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
Team Guillotine put your body in the trunk
Lay your body in the dump while your family members cry
Pack 'em up, stack 'em up, here the bodies lie
Team Guillotine chopping their heads off
Team Guillotine chopping their heads off
Team Guillotine chopping their heads off
Chopping their heads off, chopping their heads off
[Verse 2: JP Tha Hustler]
It's a symphony of carnage when the drum kicks
Bodies pile while the violin strike a pitch
Lighter stick, match, torches, here the fire burns
Shells and heads mismatch while your stomach turns
Scene is set in the center of a city square
Heads, legs, all chopped into little squares
Blood flows like the sea from a Bible passage
Red mud, stained streets signify your passage
Hydrochloric acid seeps from my talk box
Sound wave, head cave when my shit knocks
You've been convicted of defiling an art form
Blasphemy, heresy in the worst form
Hands and feet bound, tie you to the rack
Feel the stretch (Feel the stretch) ‘til your bones crack
Just to warm up, take you to the mound
Now feel the crack from the back, taking off your ground

[Chorus: Insane Poetry & JP Tha Hustler]
Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
Team Guillotine put your body in the trunk
Lay your body in the dump while your family members cry
Pack 'em up, stack 'em up, here the bodies lie
Team Guillotine chopping their heads off
Team Guillotine chopping their heads off
Team Guillotine chopping their heads off
Chopping their heads off, chopping their heads off
[Outro: Insane Poetry & JP Tha Hustler]
Team-Team Guillotine
Team-Team G-G-Guillotine
Team-Team, Guill-Guillo-tine
Team Guillo chop chop chop chop
Team-T-T-T-T-Team
Team Guillo-Guillo-Guillo-Guillo-Guillotine
Chopping their heads off, chopping their heads off, chopping their heads off