Violent

[Chorus: Insane Poetry]
Violent in this bitch
We violent in this bitch
We violent (Violence)
Violent in this bitch
We violent in this bitch
We violent
Violent in this bitch
We violent in this bitch
We violent
Violent in this bitch
We violent in this bitch
We violent

[Verse 1: Insane Poetry]
Motherfuckers try to tell us we the reason that we leave 'em with they head bashed in (Violence)
Triple M-F-D Make My Motherfuckin' Day it’s a treat when we stab them (smiling)
With the butcher knife drippin' in your blood
Love the sound when the blade pushed in
And the motherfucking look up on your face
When you shocked and we shave off half of your legs and your limbs

[Verse 2: Ouija Macc]
(Hol' up)
Flex my aggression with blood on my Timbs
Uh yeah mud in my phlegm
Speak from the streets bitch you know who I am huh
Never forget it again
Corpse with the torch and some whores in my van
Stretching intestines like accordion
Study your family routine like The Sims
And we kick in your door 'fore that torture begin

[Verse 3: SCUM]
Kick in your door with the steel-toed boot and I shoot whoever's there
I don't care if they ain't got no loot up in they pockets or they jewelry did not come to rob
A butcher brother on another killing spree doing his job
Sicker than the motherfuckin' average, hella savage
With the cleaver I deliver souls but I make and tell 'em hide
Don't worry about your loved ones cuz they gonna be right behind you
When I find you motherfuckers everybody's gonna die

[Chorus: Insane Poetry]
Violent in this bitch
We violent in this bitch
We violent (Violence)
Violent in this bitch
We violent in this bitch
We violent
Violent in this bitch
We violent in this bitch
We violent (Violence)
Violent in this bitch
We violent in this bitch
We violent

[Verse 4: SCUM]
Runnin' around with a bunch of things you normally wouldn't need
Unless you're violent, hella sick, and fucked up in the head
Got the axe and the chainsaw a gun probably
So if they stop us we're getting locked up
But we don't give a fuck, there's a bag and some tape in the back
Better pass me the shit if a cop is willing to die
And we'll try to pull up on his van
And get dropped this ain't no donut shop

[Verse 5: Insane Poetry]
We poppin' a pig in a parking lot, mark off the spot
Where we hit him in the face, make him taste buckshots
From a double barrel shot, left him slumped in his cop car
Brains blown all over the dashboard, that car (Uhh!)
Just like a holiday ham, everybody hit the deck when the shotty went blam!
Smashed off in a old white economy van
With the urge to kill something burn inside of me man
We are

[Verse 6: Ouija Macc]
Violent Violent huh gotta be violent
I have decided that my knife in your iris is the place I'ma slide it
Cause it feels like a nice fit huh
Sit still little bitch let me try it
How you like the hole in the ground? I designed it
I'ma cover that shit up with dirt so no one find it
Ouija deliver the wickedest shit that be making 'em want to rewind it
Yah take my work home with me like assignment

[Chorus: Insane Poetry]
Violent in this bitch
We violent in this bitch
We violent (Violence)
Violent in this bitch
We violent in this bitch
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We violent in this bitch
We violent