[Verse 1: SCUM]
Turn the bitch to a corpse (corpse)
Put the corpse in a bag (bag)
Stick the bag in a box (box)
Keep it under my bed
Bad choices a motherfucker makes in his life
As he takes out a knife can result in a mess
So it's best that you know I cannot take anymore
Your chances to live are finna be so much less
Dumbass little fuck, you's a loose bubble-butt bottom-boy, hella soft like a Puff Marshmallow
Annoy me again and you'll bleed and my blade, it will destroy all you love
I'ma shit on your grave, I'ma piss on your face
As you lay in that box at your wake
And that is on The L, I will see you in Hell
Fuck your life that I am 'bout to take

[Verse 2: Michelangelo Skero]
Look at these haters back home, I could have you killed by your idols (idols)
When I pull out the Billy, show you the G.O.A.T. even if you had yo eyes closed (facts)
Rip out your throat, your vocal chords, bitch I'm a motherfucking psycho (psycho)
Like no other person that you might know, and the skull is right where the knife goes in
Got a fully loaded death machine
On a murder spree, I don't regret a thing
And I carry this aggression heavily
Steadily be measuring the chemical imbalance inside of my head (head)
There's still no leveling (leveling)
Sometimes I wish that I was dead
So many bodies it's unsettling, hey
[Verse 3: Pro Green]
Cut 'em up, cut 'em up, yeah I made accessory
Put the cut in the gut, penetrate your fucking spleen
Murderous ability, I gotta get ahead of my mindframe that's killing me
I'm off the drugs, insanity
Killer clown paint with an axe blade placed in your dome piece
Slice through your scalp, catch fades
Iller than a dime-piece slash to the mainframe
Made to beef curtains with the saw blade trace
Blood stains placed on the scenes I pave
But my mind stays blamed for the lives I've caged
There’ll be no chase, pop pills, feel safe
See you on the other side if I make way
Chain gang renegade (aye), put you in the grave placed
Fight pain with the pills, make 'em control my sick brain
Love stabbing motherfuckers with my knife leave blood stains
I paintin' dark pain with gore

[Verse 4: Mikahl Lawless]
Fuck up and you'll find out (find out)
Hit the stage, watch your face as the red beam shine down (shine down)
Trife Life from the gutter motherfucker, off that DMT, never gonna motherfucking come down
Leave you run down you ain’t gang to me
Crammed my mind with no patience, see
Now fucking run them pocket Gs
Got a strap and it's motherfucking hungry (agh)
Leave you coughing up blood on the concrete
Straight misery, no cares, no sympathy
While my ex does sing so carefully
On a one-way trip to the depths
I'm nasty, street trashy, knife slashing, straight laughing
Still trapping 'til my body hit that motherfucking bitch-ass casket, aye
[Verse 5: MC Welches]
The melody is rhythm, it's sophisticated
Pop a batter, walk inside the guillotine
Cause they're not gonna stomach
Make it quick and make it painless when you sharpen up the stainless
You could look into my mind and you can see this little brain is
And your boys stay nervous when you only see the surface
It's a carnival, a circus, but it's only for the worthless
Biological appearance, I don't know if you can look into the trauma that I had
Then I sorta set up triggers, diabolical
Must choose wisdom when you feel the blood
Mutating DNA and making creatures in the mud
They don't give it evil stares 'cause I'm always being judged
When the puddle's turning purple that emotion's out to flood
Hear the thud on the ground of the body when he's down
Wasn't born out of royalty but heavy lies the crown
Never known to have a smile, I was living with a frown
'Cause I travel up to Heaven, never made it out of town

[Verse 6: Insane Poetry]
Yeah
Accessory to murder, caught him with a burner
Caught his girlfriend and you know we 'bout to burn her
At the stake taking turns pouring gasoline
The whole Snuff Crew with cameras capturing
The whole gore scene with four teams imagining
They nod off when the morphine's traveling
Through your veins like a slow death
'Cause when it goes left you're gonna know what's happening
Savagery happily done (done)
The whole family's packing a gun (a gun)
And a knife for your wife and your son (that's right)
'Cause tonight we are slicing their tongues
I have become the darkest of Cenobites
Feeling like peeling off all of your flesh aggressively
To the death of me, LSP, let it be known
It's murder and I am an accessory