The Butcher. (feat. Jackson Rose)

I'm so sick of these copies Knowing that I'm nothing better I put these parts in epoxy I'm livin dark like I'm donny Might dismember a body I never fuck with them anyway If I had any hobbies it is to murder the industry I don't fuck with these labels That's why I keep them right under me with their hand in the jar And their eyeballs stuck in the cutlery I dont care what you say Leave the rotten out to dry Cut out negativity Like a butcher with a knife I don't care what they say Care what they say I don't care what they say Care what they say I don't care what they say Care what they say Flesh in the basement Always been cut by the hated All of these fuckers been killed by their lack of ambition Incision inside of their neck dead Makin it rain led Makin the dead bleed And makin the lakes red Fuckers that hate me are nothing but loose steps Nothing but who cares Sharin no food left Starvin the unfed with nothin but kool aid I'm aidin the loose heads with thoughts that are imbred (Jackson Rose's Verse) Passing down your hate Is like passing passing down your genes Duplicate your frail frame of inconsistencies I dont care what you say Leave the rotten out to dry Cut out negativity Like a butcher with a knife I don't care what they say Care what they say I don't care what they say Care what they say I don't care what they say Care what they say Somethin inside of my head Is sayin I'm better off dead I'm better off fillin the void with feelings revealing my poise In violent crimes imbalanced lies I never wanna hear your voice or see your face I can't believe you think this way your such a waste I really wanna cut your neck and leave you dead I don't care what they say Care what they say I don't care what they say Care what they say I don't care what they say Care what they say I don't care what they say Care what they say