Credits

Lyrics

Grass over your bitch ass like the Barclays
Constellations burst, enter Star Gate
Pass Guts the mic, it's time to party
Top of his game. King of the arcade.
Mash on the beats, hard as these bars hit
Butcher in the basement carving a carcass
Feast of the beast, darker than tar pits
Cut em with a verse quick. Marking the targets
Wow! I'm floating around
How? I've broken the ground
I'll see guts spilling out
Now! We're dumping the sound
Gutter cut em up, right up into chunks
Gutter cut em up, right up into stumps
Gutter cut em up, fuck em up, run amok
Gutter cut em up, cut em up into clumps
Gutter cut em up, right up into chunks
Gutter cut em up, right up into stumps
Gutter cut em up, fuck em up, run amok
Gutter cut em up, cut em up into clumps
Wow! I'm floating around
I'll see guts spilling out..NOW!
Blaow! Chop chop! Blaow!
Wow! I'm floating around
How? I've broken the ground
I'll see guts spilling out
Now! We're dumping the sound
Blaow! I'm floating around
How? I've broken the ground
I'll see guts spilling out
Now! We're dumping the sound
Written by: Boxguts, Jonathon Pilip Dix, Thierry Kronental
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