Team Ripgut

[Intro: MicSteam]
Yeah, it's Team Ripgut
Y'all motherfuckers ready?
Ah, uh

[Verse 1: MicSteam]
In the backseat of a jeep with the head of a dead corpse
Unsure on how long it's been dead for - wait, stop the beat
You need to put your kids to sleep before you bump Training Season
Bring the fresh-cut meat, I'll bring the seasoning
Welcome motherfuckers to Hell's Kitchen, but I'm no Chef Ramsey
But when I rip your guts, you gon' be screaming like a banshee
Y'all ain't nothing but a bunch of pansies, headshot like Tom Clancy's
Fifty points for running them over with a Taxi, get a taxidermist
Put your blood and guts in my furnace, got your wife and kids in my furnace
You better be scared stupid, Earnest, don't be squirmish 'cause my furniture made of bones
The rest of the body won't turn up 'cause I buried the rest under the turnips
Well I first tried to send it to your mom but it got returned with return service
Did you get a little bit nervous 'cause I'm explaining a murder?
I'm 'bout to bring a motherfucker down to the basement
Your head 'bout to get caved in 'cause the way that the day's been
Then I'ma hold up in a dazing, you motherfuckers should've stayed in
It's scary outside, you could get buried outside
Here I hand 'em off to DNA, he make your insides outsides

[Hook: MicSteam & DNA Tru Lyricist]
It's Team Ripgut, you don't wanna beef it up (Nah)
Your guts gonna be so mixed-up, you won't be able to pick 'em up (Ooh)
Team Ripgut drilling in your brain (Brain)
So much blood falling like it's rain

[Verse 2: DNA Tru Lyricist]
This is Team Ripgut, slit your bitch's tits up with swift cuts quicker than a hiccup
All you hicks get up, I've had enough of your country shit - it's time to mix it up
Gon' put your guts in my satchel, have you slipping on a banana peel up in Bowser's castle
Fuck BTK, I don't need a bound to tie you 'cause there ain't gonna be no hassle (Nah)
Then hit you in the face with a group of bats on [?] boardwalk
I get bored when whores talk, stick a fat cock in their vocal chords - that'll make 'em stop
This is how you rock when you study Lynch like a college course, I'll maul your corpse
Then I'll take a bite out of your head like an apple, with the jaws of a horse
Soon as I walk in the door, it's raining blood spots on the floor - call Forensic Files
I'm filing off serial numbers and dismembering smiles, it's gonna take a while - to find me
I tried to give my confession but I couldn't remember how I came in the house and disembowelled him
The confusion must've came from the dogs howling
This is T-E-A-M R-I-P
G-U-T, you don't wanna fuck with the-

[Hook: MicSteam]
It's Team Ripgut, you don't wanna beef it up
Your guts gonna be so mixed-up, you won't be able to pick 'em up
Team Ripgut drilling in your brain
So much blood falling like it's rain