The Butcher from Glenwood

Intro:

- Worse than a rabid-ass baboon
- He's not only a retard, do you know what his favorite thing is next to wackin' his weasel? He takes a Sharpie pencil, and sticks it in his eyeball and twists it

Verse:

I'm like Casino Pesci, bash you in the skull with payphones
I'm Tyson, my cannibal urges are cats in the K-hole
Pussy rappers taintin' A-holes, with toys and poppers
I'm Grindcore, nigga, get the ATV from your doctors
Cherish the light, dicks in your ass like Eric Wright
Homo thugs reppin' echo like some secretive plight
Keep a chainsaw in the end table, gun in the fridge
I don't give a fuck, I bring the drama to all o' you kids
My ransacked years of digest from startin' in bibs
Let these bitches they want the dick and try to smile on my kids
I leave you hangin' from the chunks on yo' nips
Diminish your lips
Drill in your hips, your torso's like a stapled of ribs
The Gorebutcher, decorate your flesh with snub nose
.44 Bulldog Berkowitz for the drum rolls
Sodomy, lust and greed, it's all that I need
Except Norwegian nurses, two blunts, and a bottle of Speed

Outro:

- Yeah, you are one twisted fuck
- Nope, I'm just an ordinary guy, with nothin' to lose