[Verse 1: Insane Poetry]
It's Insane Poetry, master Yoda of dark rap
See a side in audio dyin' to cut your body slow
I am butcher knife music seen in panoramic vision
Comin' at you from all angles
I hope God's angels got you as my knife strikes across your epidermis
Pulling your flesh open with pliers just to check the surface
Open, scopin' inside your body's interior
The Unsubs, LSP, everybody's inferior

[Verse 2: Rozz Dyliams]
Rozzy is a rich bitch killa, I'm for real
Jumpin' up outta the bushes pig father, make 'em squeal
A Class of Nuke 'Em High byproduct, what's the deal?
You know the saw and axe, so I'mma show you how it feel
All I wanna do is watch your fuckin' blood spill
I must welcome you to Hell
To the Kingdom of the shells
Nowadays everybody is a wicked rapper
But growing up, all of my favorite wicked rappers taught me how to kill
Still kickin' that old-school wicked shit funk
OG, Acid Rap, bumpin' out the hooptie trunk
Every night is Devil's night with Dr. Dylan, you get stuck
Fuck a nun & carve a triple six across her stupid cunt
What the fuck you want?
Why you wanna target me?
Kill 'em all, Capital D, psycho sick insanity
It's killin' season
And I'm street sweepin', with the reason
Cause in my hood, crack is always in season
No sir, officer, I don't have no drugs
The only drug I have is senseless hate
But you already know what's up
Then I rotated my body, reachin' for my registration
When I turned around, I shot him in the motherfuckin' face
And got up out the car all frantic
Called up Ivan in a panic
You try livin' with these voices in your head, no I can't stand it
Now it's ringin, but he ain't pickin' up though, son of a bitch
I got myself together and threw my phone in a ditch
Slow it down, get it together Dylan, why the fuck would you do that?
It's just called being crazy, but I guess I already knew that
Is it really worth it, to go through with that?
Yes, when you see a pig with his wig blew back
[Verse 3: Scum]
What the fuck is cooking over there? I smell the bacon
Rozzy got the uzi, pig is down, his life got taken
Pullin' a motherfucker over, creepin' up from the back
Was a really bad decision, now his vision fades to black (Black!)
Blackened alley rolling, holdin' a pistol, that's a throwaway
Me and a pistol loaded off the Jäger there is no way
Just like Insane Poetry to reason with the psycho
Hella faded, contemplated homicide inside the mind, go
To a middle school where all the blood will shed at recess
Makin' a fuckin' mess when the butchers rip them kids to pieces
Feces smell like roses when when compared to decomposing
Cut-up bodies in my trunk
To them, my business stuck they nose in

[Verse 4: Rozz Dyliams]
R-O-double Z, rising out the Dead Sea
Kicking the fucking wicked shit ever since I was a baby G
Killer, crazy killing, it was Scum and Insane Poetry
Only bodies left behind and nothing ahead but torture meat
What you know about the sickness, what you know about this?
Rest in piss, I'm a homicidalist
I ain't swinging fists, if you wish to live, don't get me pissed
Coming up outta the mist, I'ma drag them back to the abyss

[Verse 5: Insane Poetry]
Team Snuff leavin' everything cut
Watch me guillotine up this lil Philippine slut
From the red market, fresh meat
Sexy as fuck, though
Rozz, bind her wrists, Scum and I will cut low
Right around her ankles, if you must know
We geeked off the blood flow
Have bodies delivered by the truckload
On YouTube, you can witness us bludgeon a whore
Triple M.F.D and Rozz's endless tunnels of gore