This is a song about "Ill cut through your throat with a chainsaw"

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Your words cut through me, like a knife through flesh and bone.

Run through the puddles, playin' in the mud

Cut your way through the curtains stained with your blood

They vaguely decipher my language

Step up, ill beat your ass with a god damn crutch

The day before is better than the present

Bueller dwells, but i cut school to cut screws through a weld.

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

I'll cut your fucking throat and when i walk away i start to skip

A metal piece from a bomb cut the kid's throat.......

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

I'll slit your throat then cut ligaments i'm a train on tracks.

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats