[Verse 1: G-Macc] Clear my throat, then I Pull a butterfly knife out the back pocket chop it with a semi Half of the body left in the closet The other half in the cutlass with me Wanna come back with the gonorrhea, feed it to 'em, stomach empty Look at her fifty stab wounds, hit her with ten Droppin' the knife, then pickin'it up and shoot her again
Deliver it to the meat grinder, makeshift grade weed finder Get her back up, eat the eyes up, beat your wife up, keep the knife cut I got decay, put it to your face, peace releasin' I bury your face deep to the sea creatures region I'm knee deep in your nieces fecesAnnotate