This is a song about "Matt butcher"

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

I felt a butcher knife slash at one of my thighs

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

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Its ok matt you can think of her while your sleeping

They used to call me the future

Your balls necro butcher

Just before they seen my money in the green

I took his butcher knife and jabbed it into his spleen

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

That they gotta tell me how to live my life

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

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead