[Verse 1: Madd Maxxx]
Swingin' baseball bats with blades attached
I fade to black as my eyes roll back
And I wrap sharpened devices
Are strapped to ya face and your back
When they snap, your body gonna lay out in scraps
I'm a jigsaw k**a, yelling won't help
By the time that I'm finished
You gonna wanna k** yourself
But it's not that simple
Vice grips will make your brain squirt outta your skull
Like I popped a pimple
Motherf**er I can see you scared
And when you gone we can see who cares
Holes in your chest so when I look in I see through there
Blood and guts mixed with piss slowly drip down the chair
That I tied you to, I confide in you
I know your family is out there and I find them too
By the time I'm through ain't tell what would cover it
I love how you're gurgling
In plasma you're covered in
[Hook x3: Grewsum]
There will be blood
There will be d**h
And there will be guts
They will be stretched
I'mma k** these punks
They're will be dead
By the time I'm done
Homicide Live 1
[Verse 2: Grewsum]
It ain't about what you got it's not burglary
It's about seein' that blood red burgundy
It's about seein' that blood squirt vertically
It's about turnin' your home to a murder scene
I'm a fiend for the blood and the guts
I'm obscene when I'm cuttin' you up
Like a scene outta movie on the screen when you scream
It'll truly seem evil after couple of cuts
I'm a sick muthaf**a make you wish you never had a spine
3-D murder spree, my bloody valentine, my bloody valentine
I don't really know the reason but you have to die
I'm not a k**er that'll answer when you ask him why
I'm out my mind I dont really know what happened
It's like all of the sudden I just love stabbin'
Love slashin', love the sound of blood splashin'
Love gashin', people till they're just fragments
[Hook]
[Verse 3: F.E.T.U.S]
Yo, I'm psychotic, half crazy and full skitzo
My dogs, they want beef but no pitbull
I'm that n***a in church
In all black and a six robe
Wearin' a trench coat
Layin' the white in me out tenfold
Somebody stop me, my rage ama**ed in my dark place
I'm slow but I bet I can make your heart race
Hold up, now who the f** wanna throw fists?
I fold n***as, so you can s** on your own dick
I won't hit em, when I'm holdin' a chrome grip
And it won't slip when I crack your skull to the bone ribs
There will be blood, n***as that I've a**aulted, faulted
I'mma pops, I roll with prone click
But I'm so sick, quickly devour, give me the power
And I won't miss, choke as you swallow my whole fist
I'm a known risk, society's black plague
Could they cut me down?
Shaving my face with a cracked blade
[Hook]