Yeah! Triple M-F-D! Uhh!

Ice cold hearts colder than a snowman

Two dudes with two knives in both hands

You lose your life tonight is our plans

Make my motherfucking day doing it for our fans (Uhh!)

It's an adrenaline rush we feel

Deep inside our veins and screaming out enraged

Yes we filling graves, this cult shit's for real

The Unsubs with the impulse to kill!

At times I see you and just want to fucking hug you

With a rope that's wrapped around your neck when I hug you tight (tight, tight!)

But still I might express compassion when I drug you (Huh!)

Before you're strangled to fulfill my appetite (Yeah!)

I have this urge to murder inside of my nerves

Plus adrenaline I'm right on the verge of killing him and his girlfriend

I'm still in this whirlwind of some violent emotions

I've been asphyxiated silently chokin' (Uhh!)

I'm at a party having a drink and been acting normal

Trying to make a friend but I feel my hand on a pistol grip

(grip, grip)

Impulse to kill I feel, guess I should make a formal (Huh!) apology before I go to dump the clip (Uhh!)

I'm embracing my appetite, my impulse

Invokes nothing but madness dipping them folks in acid

Laughing while your skin melts in plastic

Duct tape to the back of your neck leaving you gasping for air

Ice cold hearts colder than a snowman

Two dudes with two knives in both hands

You lose your life tonight is our plans

Make my motherfucking day doing it for our fans (Uhh!)

It's an adrenaline rush we feel

Deep inside our veins and screaming out enraged

Yes we filling graves, this cult shit's for real

The Unsubs with the impulse to kill!

The sun is shining, birds are chirping, people smiling

But what the fuck they smiling at is what I do not get (get, get)

But I got a crawlspace where I keep on steady piling

Dismembered bodies up when they get me upset (Yes!)

I'm off an acid tab, your acid bath is waiting

I'm a Afro-American psycho, black Patrick Bateman

With the axe that's engraved with the circle saw and the axe logo

We taking horrorcore back, so fuck your wack promo

I would so much rather be like you and everybody (Yeah!)

Else that's not crazy with no homicidal urge (This fuckin' urge!)

But I'm insane, again I'm carving up her body

My bloody hands are steady ready for the purge (Woo!)

This is an audiobook of blood

Chapters were written up on her body in flesh using that hooker's blood

Jim Jones this cult shit's for real

Make my motherfucking day, with the impulse to kill (Yeah!)

Ice cold hearts colder than a snowman

Two dudes with two knives in both hands

You lose your life tonight is our plans

Make my motherfucking day doing it for our fans (Uhh!)

It's an adrenaline rush we feel

Deep inside our veins and screaming out enraged

Yes we filling graves, this cult shit's for real

The Unsubs with the impulse to kill!

We will dismember your fucking body (Body)

We will dismember your fucking body (Body)

We will dismember your fucking body (Body)

We will dismember your fucking body (Body)