This is a song about "Butcher"

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

Like a butcher i like to cut it up,

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

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

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

And don't perform after him or you might regret

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

I took his butcher knife and jabbed it into his spleen

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

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

Your balls necro butcher

Going broke, no sir

Get your paper, see you later

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker