[Chorus: Insane Poetry]
Violent Art is my work, I wrote a book about it
To leave 'em under the earth, I wrote a book about it
To make your jugular squirt, I wrote a book about it
How to feed my animal thirst, I wrote a book about it
Violent Art is my work, I wrote a book about it
To leave 'em under the earth, I wrote a book about it
To make your jugular squirt, I wrote a book about it
How to feed my animal thirst, I wrote a book about it

[Verse 1: Insane Poetry]
I'm Richard Hanson and Manson mixed with Mr. Hyde (Mr. Hyde)
I can't deny, I'm a hybrid of all the sickest guys (All the sickest guys)
Visualize all the randoms that was victimized (Victimized)
Didn't see me coming with knives, oh, what a big surprise (Big surprise)
You see, I jot it all down inside my book of blood
Every еvent that I went to, I took the glovеs (Took the gloves)
I'm inside your house in the kitchen waiting, anticipating multiple ways, prefer asphyxiation (Asphyxiation)
Drag their bodies out back to where my van is waiting
Call me the cleaner, I'm like sanitation
Perhaps I channel Satan from the words that this heathen spit
I'm a psycho you ain't learned how to reason with (Reason with)
Straight snatched out your residence and left no evidence
No struggle, it was done eloquent
Drove 'em out to a place, desolate
Tonight, four died with dead bodies left on the roadside (On the roadside)
[Chorus: Insane Poetry]
Violent Art is my work, I wrote a book about it
To leave 'em under the earth, I wrote a book about it
To make your jugular squirt, I wrote a book about it
How to feed my animal thirst, I wrote a book about it
Violent Art is my work, I wrote a book about it
To leave 'em under the earth, I wrote a book about it
To make your jugular squirt, I wrote a book about it
How to feed my animal thirst, I wrote a book about it

[Verse 2: Insane Poetry]
Yeah, this is your grim reality
I pen insanity that skins your anatomy (Your anatomy)
I write the sins on this tapestry, and tell you how I did it before they come and capture me
Wicked killagraphy written inside my handbook
With instructions of leaving meat on a damn hook
Punish the pariah, leave 'em bleeding from the ribs
And get with Hex Rated then we feed 'em to the pigs (To the pigs)
My art is just violent so I just paint it red
Inside of my Lair of the Cenobites where their faces bled
You got caught in a rabbit hole that was y'alls mistake
While I'm fighting these demons 'cause of my fall from grace (Fall from grace)
Got you trapped in my hell once you saw the gates
And you knew it was chaos, how I brought the faith
The many stories that I write behind the caution tape
From knowing hell, I am horrorcore's holy grail
[Chorus: Insane Poetry]
Violent Art is my work, I wrote a book about it
To leave 'em under the earth, I wrote a book about it
To make your jugular squirt, I wrote a book about it
How to feed my animal thirst, I wrote a book about it
Violent Art is my work, I wrote a book about it
To leave 'em under the earth, I wrote a book about it
To make your jugular squirt, I wrote a book about it
How to feed my animal thirst, I wrote a book about it