[Verse 1: Madd Maxxx] Swingin' baseball bats with blades attached I fade to black as my eyes roll back And I wrap sharpened devices are strapped to ya face and your back When they snap, your body gonna lay out in scraps I'm a jigsaw killa, yelling won't help By the time that I'm finished You gonna wanna kill yourself But it's not that simple Vice grips will make your brain squirt outta your skull Like I popped a pimple Motherfucker I can see you scared And when you gone we can see who cares Holes in your chest so when I look in I see through there Blood and guts mixed with piss slowly drip down the chair That I tied you to, I confide in you I know your family is out there and I find them too By the time I'm through ain't tell what would cover it I love how you're gurgling In plasma you're covered in
[Hook x3: Grewsum] There will be blood There will be death And there will be guts They will be stretched I'mma kill these punks They're will be dead By the time I’m done Homicide Live 1
[Verse 2: Grewsum] It ain't about what you got it's not burglary It's about seein' that blood red burgundy It's about seein' that blood squirt vertically It's about turnin' your home to a murder scene I'm a fiend for the blood and the guts I'm obscene when I'm cuttin' you up Like a scene outta movie on the screen when you scream It’ll truly seem evil after couple of cuts I'm a sick muthafucka make you wish you never had a spine 3-D murder spree, my bloody valentine, my bloody valentine I don't really know the reason but you have to die I'm not a killer that'll answer when you ask him why I'm out my mind I dont really know what happened It's like all of the sudden I just love stabbin' Love slashin', love the sound of blood splashin' Love gashin', people till they're just fragments
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[Verse 3: FETUS] Yo, I'm psychotic, half crazy and full skitzo My dogs, they want beef but no pitbull I'm that nigga in church In all black and a six robe (?) Wearin' a trench coat Layin' the white in me out tenfold Somebody stop me, my rage amassed in my dark place I’m slow but I bet I can make your heart race Hold up, now who the fuck wanna throw fists? I fold niggas, so you can suck on your own dick I won't hit em, when I'm holdin' a chrome grip And it won’t slip when I crack your skull to the bone ribs There will be blood, niggas that I've assaulted, faulted I'mma pops, I roll with prone click But I'm so sick, quickly devour, give me the power And I won't miss, choke as you swallow my whole fist I'm a known risk, society's black plague Could they cut me down? Shaving my face with a cracked blade