This is a song about "Butcher"

Cause my words will stab you, like a butcher knife/

We will never die, we are forever alive

I felt a butcher knife slash at one of my thighs

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

Ill use my bare hands to butcher your limbs an snap your neck

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

I took his butcher knife and jabbed it into his spleen

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Your balls necro butcher

And that i spent the night with her

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Somebody call the butcher, i'm going ham in the booth/

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir