The BUTCHERiNG
Dancing with the devil
Hand and hand like a romantic Partner
Half my face shadowed by Darkness
Phantom of the opera
Dark attached to your arteries
Like cancer in the body
Body bags
Im drop caskets off
Or ashes for your mommy
Brooding lunatic
Whos howling at the moon again
Transformation
Mutation
From a man to the werewolf Within
Wolfman jack is back
Animal latching his canines
Beast like Hank McCoy
Raise a cult like the Manson case Files
Massacres like Dateline
No evidence or leads of murder
Cuz I'm from a cannibal tribe
Eat em alive like Green inferno
Eat a bullet
Full metal jacket
Splatter brains in the bathroom
Army of zombies
Dawn of the dead
Ate all the bath salts
Why you never heard of me
Heroin bourbon Percocet
Was in a constant state of crash
Like a destruction derby whip
Imprisoned by my addictions
And living in obscurity
But now I'm back to work
And every verse I spit a murder Scene
Got the taste of blood
On my tongue killa
Watch you fall
Burn in the fire
You call for God
But nobody come for ya
Watch your whole life flash Before ya eyes
Got the taste of blood
On my tongue killa
Watch you fall
Burn in the fire
You call for God
But nobody come for ya
Watch your whole life flash Before ya eyes
Psycho
Not Norman Bates on your TV
DarkO with a rag of chloroform
Sure to make you think you're Dreaming
Like magical mushroom spores
Or Morphine in a needle
Doorways to eternal sleep
Where you will correlate with the Reaper
Ya world go black and white
Like Hitchcock films
Watch the movie run
Black and white like coke and H
In the spoon cook it up
Boogeyman
Ready to boogie back to bust
Like I said I'm cooking dope
Pulling back the blood
I'm out the furnace
Like Chritian Bale with a shotgun
Out the furnace on fire
Like Krueger's hat and glove
Beat you black n blue
Like bruised up track marks
On an addict's arm
Eat me some passion fruit
That be some pussy
Sweet like apple tart
No matter a attraction
No bitch walking earth can have My heart
Cuz every woman a Medusa
Leave you snake bit
And full of battle scars
Stone cold
Sharon Stone wit a ice pick
The world be very cold
It will steal your soul for excitement
Got the taste of blood
On my tongue killa
Watch you fall
Burn in the fire
You call for God
But nobody come for ya
Watch your whole life flash Before ya eyes
Got the taste of blood
On my tongue killa
Watch you fall
Burn in the fire
You call for God
But nobody come for ya
Watch your whole life flash Before ya eyes
Bundy Berkowitz
A dozen serpents circling
Buzzing off the blood
Like bumble bees
stuck to the flood from a murder Scene
In other words
Bees on the body like Candyman
Im a disease in a needle
Like measles mixed with a shot of Smack
Shotgun to the dome piece
Like Cobain's final hour
Maybe that's the only
Way you'll ever find Nirvana
I'ma walking time bomb
With a bomb
Strapped to my bomber jacket
Silence all of yall
When I light off these giant Firecrackers
Visualize dynamite
Ignited inside of a watermelon
Blow your mind
Smokey skies
Like we inside Armageddon
Product of this dark dimension
Apocalypse like the marvel villain
Massacre with a chainsaw
But hey y'all I'm not from Texas
Bars are shredding
Like guitars
Or sharpened machetes
Carving
Confetti outta ya flesh
And body
Call me DarkO Dr. Death trip
Fetish for audio lobotomy
And chopping off the head its
Ted back from the dead
Ti West X across you bitches
Got the taste of blood
On my tongue killa
Watch you fall
Burn in the fire
You call for God
But nobody come for ya
Watch your whole life flash Before ya eyes
Got the taste of blood
On my tongue killa
Watch you fall
Burn in the fire
You call for God
But nobody come for ya
Watch your whole life flash Before ya eyes
I'm not the one to fuck with
I'm not the one
No not the one
Not the one
No not to fuck with
I got a lust
Got a lust for blood
I'm not the one
Not one to fuck with
Im not the one
Not the one the one
I'm not the one to fuck with
I got a lust
A lust for blood
Hand and hand like a romantic Partner
Half my face shadowed by Darkness
Phantom of the opera
Dark attached to your arteries
Like cancer in the body
Body bags
Im drop caskets off
Or ashes for your mommy
Brooding lunatic
Whos howling at the moon again
Transformation
Mutation
From a man to the werewolf Within
Wolfman jack is back
Animal latching his canines
Beast like Hank McCoy
Raise a cult like the Manson case Files
Massacres like Dateline
No evidence or leads of murder
Cuz I'm from a cannibal tribe
Eat em alive like Green inferno
Eat a bullet
Full metal jacket
Splatter brains in the bathroom
Army of zombies
Dawn of the dead
Ate all the bath salts
Why you never heard of me
Heroin bourbon Percocet
Was in a constant state of crash
Like a destruction derby whip
Imprisoned by my addictions
And living in obscurity
But now I'm back to work
And every verse I spit a murder Scene
Got the taste of blood
On my tongue killa
Watch you fall
Burn in the fire
You call for God
But nobody come for ya
Watch your whole life flash Before ya eyes
Got the taste of blood
On my tongue killa
Watch you fall
Burn in the fire
You call for God
But nobody come for ya
Watch your whole life flash Before ya eyes
Psycho
Not Norman Bates on your TV
DarkO with a rag of chloroform
Sure to make you think you're Dreaming
Like magical mushroom spores
Or Morphine in a needle
Doorways to eternal sleep
Where you will correlate with the Reaper
Ya world go black and white
Like Hitchcock films
Watch the movie run
Black and white like coke and H
In the spoon cook it up
Boogeyman
Ready to boogie back to bust
Like I said I'm cooking dope
Pulling back the blood
I'm out the furnace
Like Chritian Bale with a shotgun
Out the furnace on fire
Like Krueger's hat and glove
Beat you black n blue
Like bruised up track marks
On an addict's arm
Eat me some passion fruit
That be some pussy
Sweet like apple tart
No matter a attraction
No bitch walking earth can have My heart
Cuz every woman a Medusa
Leave you snake bit
And full of battle scars
Stone cold
Sharon Stone wit a ice pick
The world be very cold
It will steal your soul for excitement
Got the taste of blood
On my tongue killa
Watch you fall
Burn in the fire
You call for God
But nobody come for ya
Watch your whole life flash Before ya eyes
Got the taste of blood
On my tongue killa
Watch you fall
Burn in the fire
You call for God
But nobody come for ya
Watch your whole life flash Before ya eyes
Bundy Berkowitz
A dozen serpents circling
Buzzing off the blood
Like bumble bees
stuck to the flood from a murder Scene
In other words
Bees on the body like Candyman
Im a disease in a needle
Like measles mixed with a shot of Smack
Shotgun to the dome piece
Like Cobain's final hour
Maybe that's the only
Way you'll ever find Nirvana
I'ma walking time bomb
With a bomb
Strapped to my bomber jacket
Silence all of yall
When I light off these giant Firecrackers
Visualize dynamite
Ignited inside of a watermelon
Blow your mind
Smokey skies
Like we inside Armageddon
Product of this dark dimension
Apocalypse like the marvel villain
Massacre with a chainsaw
But hey y'all I'm not from Texas
Bars are shredding
Like guitars
Or sharpened machetes
Carving
Confetti outta ya flesh
And body
Call me DarkO Dr. Death trip
Fetish for audio lobotomy
And chopping off the head its
Ted back from the dead
Ti West X across you bitches
Got the taste of blood
On my tongue killa
Watch you fall
Burn in the fire
You call for God
But nobody come for ya
Watch your whole life flash Before ya eyes
Got the taste of blood
On my tongue killa
Watch you fall
Burn in the fire
You call for God
But nobody come for ya
Watch your whole life flash Before ya eyes
I'm not the one to fuck with
I'm not the one
No not the one
Not the one
No not to fuck with
I got a lust
Got a lust for blood
I'm not the one
Not one to fuck with
Im not the one
Not the one the one
I'm not the one to fuck with
I got a lust
A lust for blood
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Gibbons
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