Slaughterhouse

[Verse 1: SCUM & Insane Poetry]
Better put these plastic bags over your white and dressy shoes
Step inside our slaughterhouse mind the mess and don't refuse
We've been busy (hella busy) cutting motherfuckers up
Getting bloody (hella bloody) human meat is what is up
And you're looking like a t-bone or a motherfucking chop
If somehow we just got lucky and indeed you are a cop
Hacking bodies with the cleaver, got the axe and got the saw
Motherfucking Butcher Brothaz serving you up cut up and raw
Everybody let's get bloody, stick somebody on a hook
Let 'em swing and let 'em wing, the ceiling beams are getting shook
It's a party, you're the body that is dangling on a chain
There's no mercy and nobody's coming to ease your fucking pain
Hey! (Hey!) Then I'ma come for yo ass, bet yo ass they will never find you (find you)
Hey! (Hey!) We came to give you a pass, mind the door as it shuts behind you ('hind you) (Yeah!)

[Chorus: Insane Poetry & SCUM & Insane Poetry]
We brought the pigs to the slaughterhouse
We splitting wigs in the slaughterhouse
Turn your crib to a slaughterhouse
Body parts in the fridge of a slaughterhouse
We brought the pigs to the slaughterhouse
We're splitting wigs in the slaughterhouse
Turned your crib to a slaughterhouse
Body parts in the fridge of a slaughterhouse

[Verse 2: Insane Poetry]
Gorehop is what you people asked for
Step a foot inside of my house and there's a trapdoor
Leading right to the room with an attached floor
Underneath the house got some bodies leaking out
There's a secret basement where each replacement has been stashed at
Woke up from the chloroform having little flashbacks
Mind discombobulated trying to focus back to present
Time but you bound to make a victim of my mad obsessions
Now you've become a part of my vast collections
The Butcher Brothaz can't wait to tear your ass in sections
See the party was the bait to get your asses present
Now no one can escape we 'bout to stab intestines
And get it daily, my buddy got a bloody apron on
Over there's your buddy and half his face is gone
We play this song when we caught 'em out
Carve 'em out nice for a night in the slaughterhouse

[Chorus: Insane Poetry & SCUM & Insane Poetry]
We brought the pigs to the slaughterhouse
We splitting wigs in the slaughterhouse
Turn your crib to a slaughterhouse
Body parts in the fridge of a slaughterhouse
We brought the pigs to the slaughterhouse
We're splitting wigs in the slaughterhouse
Turned your crib to a slaughterhouse
Body parts in the fridge of a slaughterhouse

[Verse 3: Donnie Menace]
Come check out our slaughter, it isn't hard to do this
Sterilize the meat when I piss in all the wounds, kid
Peeling off the skin, dawg, I'm ruthless
Pop off, I'll throw you on the grill straight up, make some barbecued bitch
You get stuck to your cold Popsicle stick
Get made to a corpse in my meal, I still kill shit
Metal to your face Doctor Doom shit (agh)
I'll leave a pussy pixelated as soon as I chop 'em to bits (agh)
I slaughter anybody, pausing dudes, tricks, doctors, cool kids
College stoners straight rocking fools with it
I just wanna turn a victim into bacon for strips
And leave 'em hanging from a meat hook like Damien Quinn
Let the slaying begin! I'll cut you like pizza, fuck up your features
Now a butcher shop's the only way that someone will meet ya
Holler if you need a motherfucker to eat ya
Wanna be cool with me? Get the fuck in my freezer

[Chorus: Insane Poetry & SCUM & Insane Poetry ]
We brought the pigs to the slaughterhouse
We splitting wigs in the slaughterhouse
Turn your crib to a slaughterhouse
Body parts in the fridge of a slaughterhouse
We brought the pigs to the slaughterhouse
We're splitting wigs in the slaughterhouse
Turned your crib to a slaughterhouse
Body parts in the fridge of a slaughterhouse

[Outro: Scum & Insane Poetry]
If you run for your life you will end up dying tired
If you're roasted, you die, tell me where'd you wanna try
Why the fuck would you run?
Where the fuck would you run?
Where the fuck would you run to from the Butcher Brothers?