Yo. Yo. Yo. Yo.

I step town to town singing urban hymns with every boot print stained from the blood of my victims a strain on my conscience recalling sick things remains unresponsive like rats and stricken in gutter nice name but the folks call me butcher if you're still breathing I've just overlooked you I creep through the alleys by the darker night as the mist rolls thick past the dim street lights they call it psychosis, man state corrosive bodies disappear with my deadly dosage, know this

Everybody's gotta meet the maker Devil's lieutenant, many men's sole taker Vicious and sadistic, twisted bone breaker Sometimes I wish that they called me the baker My name's on the cover of the local paper So don't hang around and let the Lord forsake ya

They said I had a coach there for a young lad I watched them giggle as they played with their mum and dad Slowly but surely the demon emerges Time after time fighting murderous urges I sit and shake from adrenaline surges Feared by the people but cursed by the clergy So you can have your fucking pity back you heard me But your man's on the street and I'm thirsty

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Check, and to the public I'm faceless A lone killer from the darkest places with murder cases

Bring misery but I leave no traces. I slip past the law on a daily basis. Coppers in the street reenact my paces. Driven by the fall of the family's faces. I cast a shadow on your safe oasis. The daggers in my dark cloak hoard these spaces. Down crippling wicked things. Sticking my sickle in listening. As your flesh tears when I split your skin. Feeling your heart cease from within. Watch your eyes fade fixed on my theme. This grin, yeah. They know the name but they won't dare to speak it. Take a chance and your life gets deleted. Meat chopper man still stands undefeated. Blood up on my hands till my work's completed. Yeah.

Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo

I step town to town singing urban hymns with every boot print stained from the blood of my victims a strain on my conscience recalling sick things remains unresponsive like rats and stricken in gutter nice name but the folks call me butcher if you're still breathing I've just overlooked you I creep through the alleys by the darker night as the mist rolls thick past the dim street lights they call it psychosis, man state corrosive bodies disappear with my deadly dosage, know this