[Verse 1: Insane Poetry]
Dead bodies in the back of a black Pontiac
Insomniac, looking for a place to stash them bodies at
Off in the desolate mountains I left them bodies wrapped
In an unmarked grave behind the laundromat
Next to the corpses of your parents where I calmly sat
Havin' convos with 'em but they ain't hollering back
Shit I'm all across the almanac lookin' for the perfect ones to pickup
Found bound with their wrists cut
I'm proud of that sound of that razor ripping flesh slow
Officially sacrificed to death coat
Insane poetry written in dark places
I scribbled the art that's ripping apart faces
As my car races across the states
How many victims have been caught and raped and found behind the caution tape?
Violent art is the culprit that's identified
Butcher knife music is the reason y'all are skinned alive

[Chorus: Insane Poetry]
This is butcher knife music, any given moment we could lose it (There will be blood!)
Give me beats and I'll abuse it, must be killing numbers, don't confuse it
(There will be blood!)
This is butcher knife music, any given moment we could lose it (There will be blood!)
We a cut above the best, machete blades go across your chest (There will be blood!)

[Verse 2: Donnie Menace]
Creeping with the hunger of an uncaged monster
If I'm dead you'll see blood like a Game concert
I got a mind and any given second I could lose it
I got a knife and any given second I could use it
Face half covered like Wilson from Home Improvement
Poke you 'til you roll in a hole, no cue stick
I'm a lunatic, far from one of the cool kids
Pull up in the old hearse with rims, fuck a new whip
Ruthless like Eazy before the AIDS
They say I'm sort of strange for these thoughts in this cesspool they clone my brain
Same chick you call your bae, basically I call my slave
Got her on her hands and knees as a table just for my plates
Half the words are tortured and fornicated on porno tapes
And dumped inside of their homes, I make things fall in place (ha)
All these rappers we're lyin' them out flat
With this butcher knife music come die to a soundtrack
[Chorus: Insane Poetry]
This is butcher knife music, any given moment we could lose it (There will be blood!)
Give me beats and I'll abuse it, must be killing numbers, don't confuse it
(There will be blood!)
This is butcher knife music, any given moment we could lose it (There will be blood!)
We a cut above the best, machete blades go across your chest (There will be blood!)

[Verse 3: Billy Obey]
There will be blood (Yeah!), and I guarantee that (I guarantee that)
You gettin' stuck every time the beat bap I relapse
Try to tell myself I wouldn't kill again
Now I'm sitting on a throne of bones composed of a million men
Butcher knife music, Billy fucking brought an orchestra
Playing air guitar, we’re conducting with your organs (bruh)
Under the influence of the Devil and assorted drugs
I'm fucked up, have a séance on a touring bus
There will be blood, I wear it like a fresh fit
Scream "Fuck y'all!" apparently have a death wish
Rarely seen with clarity, this heresy it feels right
Forever face reflecting off the steel knife (There will be blood!)
At any given moment we could lose it
Left a bedroom full of bodies decomposing to the music
Blood splattered on the walls, I claim it helps with the acoustics (I don't know why I do it, it's just)

[Chorus: Insane Poetry]
This is butcher knife music, any given moment we could lose it (There will be blood!)
Give me beats and I'll abuse it, must be killing numbers, don't confuse it
(There will be blood!)
This is butcher knife music, any given moment we could lose it (There will be blood!)
We a cut above the best, machete blades go across your chest (There will be blood!)