Dylan Ross - Cut The Meat lyrics

[Verse 1] I nearly had a heart attack When I got the first initial investment from my Pops Now finally I would be achieving my life long dream of owning my own little butcher shop It was on the same cross streets that I always imagined Ever since I was a little itty bitty baby rabbit I used to go to Gibbs with Momma to watch the man cut the steaks Thinking only God gets to do what he's doing before the good stuff gets on the plate I got a fat loan from the bank that would pay off in no time I gutted the place out and renovated the space Now it's show time Shipments coming in from the supplier I cut the meat (cut it) Dismantle piece by piece Remove eyes, guts and teeth (yucky) It's better than dragging the bloody marbled muscle tissue out in the street (yucky) I think about the intricate roadways of aims when I go to sleep People call me a creep But I don't think it's fair through let me explain Nevermind I'll wait for a better time when I can better demonstrate the pain Walk a mile in the shoes of the butcher man you'll feel just the same Can't wash the evil off with the innocence of the lambs blood stain Can't wash the child like excitement of carnage off it just can't go away Can't give it away Can't give in to anything other than sickening rage [Hook] Cut The Meat, Cut The Meat Cut The Meat, Cut The Meat I ain't got no time for that phony bologna jack cut the meat (x5) [Verse 2] You wanna get a life (nope) Don't wanna get a life I can set ya right homie get a set of knives If you do it right and you treat em' right You'll develop a pa**ionate appreciation of cutting things up when you sleep at night People coming in from all around to visit my little shop of horrors The local paper praised the quality of the goods that I offer The services that I offer The self taught precision and sk** The art of going in for the k** k**ing a thing and turning it into a meal Turning a meal into sh** into sh** fertilizing a field Mesmerizing satisfaction as the dying swine squeal I talked to the maggots in the back of my brain making a business deal I talked to the people who used to make fun of me when I daydreamed still Gullet to the groin k**er for the coin Butcherman gotta go and get it You don't understand the problem but you'll get it Put you on the butcher block and hit you with it Put you in a state of something really wicked right before the sickly sleepy composition end-o-matic systematic breakdown Finna break your body down into a liquid [Hook] Cut The Meat, Cut The Meat Cut The Meat, Cut The Meat I ain't got no time for none of that phony bologna jack cut the meat (x5)