Dead bodies in the back of a black pontiac
Insomniac, looking for a place to stash them bodies at
Often at desolate mountains i left them bodies wrapped
In an unmarked grave behind the laundromat
Next to the corpses of your parents where i calmly sat
Havin’ convos with them but they ain’t hollerin’ back
sh#t i’m all across the almanac lookin’ for the perfect ones to pickup
Found ’em bound with their wrists cut
I’m proud of that sound of that razor ripping flesh slow
Officially sacrificed in death coat
I scribbled the art that’s ripping apart faces
As my car races across the states how many victims have been caught and raped and found behind the caution tape?
Violent art is the culprit that’s identified
Butcher knife music is the reason y’all are skinned alive
This is butcher knife music, any given moment we could lose it (there will be blood!)
Give me beats and i’ll abuse it, must be killing numbers, don’t confuse it
This is butcher knife music, any given moment we could lose it (there will be blood!)
Give me beats and i’ll abuse it, must be killing numbers, don’t confuse it
We are cut above the best, machete blades go across your chest (there will be blood!)
Dealing with the hunger of an uncaged monster
If i’m dead you’ll see blood like a game concert
I got a mind and any given second i can lose it
I got a knife and any given second i can use it
Face half covered like wilson from home improvement
Poke you ’til you roll in a hole, no cue stick
I’m a lunatic, far from one of the cool kids
Pull up in an old hearse with rims, f#ck a new whip
Ruthless like eazy before the aids
They say i’m sort of strange for these thugs in the cesspool they clone my brain
Same chick you call your babe, basically i call my slave
Got her on her hands and knees as a table just for my plates
Half the words are tortured and fornicated on p#rno tapes
And dumped inside of their homes, i make things fall in place
All these rappers we’re lyin’ them out flat
With this butcher knife music come die to a soundtrack
This is butcher knife music, any given moment we could lose it (there will be blood!)
Give me beats and i’ll abuse it, must be killing numbers, don’t confuse it
This is butcher knife music, any given moment we could lose it (there will be blood!)
Give me beats and i’ll abuse it, must be killing numbers, don’t confuse it
We are cut above the best, machete blades go across your chest (there will be blood!)
There will be blood(yeah!), i guarantee that (guarantee that)
You gettin’ stuck every time the beat back i relapse
Try to tell myself i wouldn’t kill again
Now i’m sitting on a throne of bones composed of a million men
Butcher knife music, we f#ckin’ brought an orchestra
Playing air guitar or conducting with your organs
Under the influence of the devil and assorted drugs
I’m f#cked up, have a séance on a touring bus
There will be blood, i wear it like a fresh fit
Scream “f#ck y’all!” apparently have a death wish
Rarely see my clarity, this heresy it feels right
Forever face reflecting off a steel knife (there will be blood!)
At any given moment we could lose it
Let the bedroom full of bodies decompose into the music
Blood spatter on the walls, i claim it helps with the acoustics (i don’t know why i do it, i just)
This is butcher knife music, any given moment we could lose it (there will be blood!)
Give me beats and i’ll abuse it, must be killing numbers, don’t confuse it
This is butcher knife music, any given moment we could lose it (there will be blood!)
Give me beats and i’ll abuse it, must be killing numbers, don’t confuse it
We are cut above the best, machete blades go across your chest (there will be blood!)
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Insane Poetry Lyrics – There Will Be Blood