My ratchet exhales lead, cleaving, my hatchet's leaving a trail of red

Catching cerebrum from a detached female head

Apache walking through the cornfield, I was born real

Wielding a morning star, You're left torn and peeled on the floor, kneeled

Cold aggressor, buck the 3 pound off at you like Roth in Little Odessa

Guillotine your crown off with a clothes dresser

The Hades gatekeeper, Hatebreeder, breaking your face

I'm blatantly crazier, straigh razor your trachea

Pulp plops on your shirt, bloody red polka dots

The unfed vulture plots murder, dead your folks while you watch

Assasinated with acid, fascinated with drilling

Lacerated you bastard, masturbated to killing

Your f*****g life X'd out, flexin' axe like Dexter

Slash you with Plexiglas, black bury you like a texter

Fuck what you're selling, you'll get bucked in your melon

Metall pellets stuck in your cerebellum, once you're abducted like Helen!

Cut your head off, bust the lead off, now get off

The d**k money, you don't know me, keep it moving homie

The Godfathers' henchmen are drenched in your blood, did I mention?

When G and Nec in the room, it's High Tension!

Killer team, guillotines and gallows

40 caliber, loaded with Calicos, on barrel and mallet mode

Calluses of malice grow, Molotov bottle your ballad flow

Death on a pale horse, the gallop slow

Blade of my Excalibur glow like William Wallace

Send your body off to med school for brilliant scholars

We bout to stab 'em with 7 daggers like Damien

Triple sixes when 3 biscuits empty out in your cranium

Dark clouds and rainy wind, we aiming these 10's

On dames and they men, leave 'em with flaming skin on they dainty limbs

Front line gunners, we dump 9's in the fronters

Son of Sam handguns, the grunt mind of a hunter

Son, we Leatherface butchers in bloody aprons, blood he craving

Muddy beige Timbs, put a rusty blade in that s**t he chasing

Tool shed tools, embedded inside her dude's head

No Vital Signs, this be the title up in the news spread