Everyone Dies lyrics

[Verse 1: Insane Poetry]
Yeah! You see my poetry's insane
My mother and my brother Sc*m solely is to blame
I’m a Butcher Brother, an Unsub doing random acts
Off that evil sh*t, violence how we channel that
The snuff kings that love to cut things
Your blood is gushing from your body just like a reservoir
Angel of death with cut wings the gods of gore
We hunting we are Apex predators

[Verse 2: Sc*m]
Body parts, body parts, body parts of what used to be you
We just threw in a pile
So much meat to be hacked, there's no time to collect every chunk even once in a while
We covered in blood from head to toe with another hoe in front of us
On a metal slab and so we grab her arms and legs
And hold her down for the amputation, limbs and torso separation
While the next one in line pleads and begs

[Chorus: Insane Poetry & Sc*m]
Everyone dies!
Though some deaths are worse than others
Having their mothers covered in vomit f*cking feigning at the sight
Everyone dies!
Then havin' their bodies deconstructed
We dismember the abducted even if they put up a fight
Everyone dies!
It is a primal type of action
Satisfaction of a killers penetration check they pay
Everyone dies!
No one can offer you protection
Your dissection coming up quick will make my motherf*cking day!
[Verse 3: Sc*m]
I’ve lived a bad life, made some bad choices in my past
If I could go back I wouldn't change a thing
And everybody there that's dead would still be motherf*cking dead
And still I will slit they throats, let it rain
I'm finna paint Triple M-F-D while pullin' up on your lawn
Then hoppin' up out of the van axe in hand
Your children just had they heads and now they heads, they are gone
Everyone f*ckin' dies where they stand

[Verse 4: Insane Poetry]
You see violent art is the gruesome music we live by
You are like meat to the lions, you are a ribeye
Gorehop the slaughterhouse where pigs die
Burn 'em at the stake till they skin fries
Curled up like French fries, them guys don’t f*ck around at all
They logo is a shotgun, axe and a saw
It’s the rapture of God when we appear out the blue
With automatic weapons when we clear out the room

[Chorus: Insane Poetry & Sc*m]
Everyone dies!
Though some deaths are worse than others
Having their mothers covered in vomit f*cking feigning at the sight
Everyone dies!
Then havin' their bodies deconstructed
We dismember the abducted even if they put up a fight
Everyone dies!
It is a primal type of action
Satisfaction of a killers penetration check they pay
Everyone dies!
No one can offer you protection
Your dissection coming up quick will make my motherf*cking day!