Red-n-Blue

Oxygen depriving them with the twisted wire hanger
Driving em to convulsion, strangulation turns them blue (Yeah!)
There is no surviving this abduction when we hang your
Body on a hook just like a pig for barbecue
With the knife I will carve up you into meat particles
Delete each part of you, you see, we are the crew
Triple M-F-D, believe we slaughter fools
We brought death, believe me, it's marked for you
Bloodied up my shoes, there is no use in tryin' to clean em
Should just paint 'em red to match my apron and my knife
Cuttin em into pieces, never again, nobody seen em
Road's a taco stand disposal when we end they life
At a dumpsite far away hours after we caught our prey
This will be your final resting space or what we call your grave
Hauled away in a black Econovan with no tags on it
You can smell the body bag aroma, uhh!

Blue! Bodies floatin' hella bloated in the river
Red! Body parts in a pile of blood up in the trunk
Blue! From the fatal beatings that our crew deliver
Red! Butcher block and the butcher knives in a human chunk
Blue! From a noose that's cuttin' off your air intake
Red! From us carving LSP into your chest
All red and blue like police lights or cats that gangbang
Which color finna suit you best when laid to rest?

Red is all I see, dead is all I touch
Put a baby in a blender and pretend it's not too much
Fuckin' trouble to be asking for its mother to get a straw
And to taste this crimson smoothie that is salty, warm, and raw
Warn the law, let em know ain't no way they can ever stop us
We the Butcher Brothers craving to put you up in the coffin
Catch you when you out jogging the perfect time to come snatch you up
You actress slut, these are the films we make to slash you up
Fuck her with a blade and leave her pussy dripping red
Yo! Fuck her and she blue, her pussy cold but not that bad
Blood all over you as demons screaming in your head
Yo! If somebody knew they'd pity you and not be dead
Body bags being filled, landfills filled with body parts
Triple M-F-D bring new meaning to body art
On our canvas, you see death is our muse
Leave your bodies two-colored (Yeah!), red mixed with blue

Blue! Bodies floatin' hella bloated in the river
Red! Body parts in a pile of blood up in our trunk
Blue! From the fatal beatings that our crew deliver
Red! Butcher block and the butcher knives in a human chunk
Blue! From a noose that's cuttin' off your air intake
Red! From us carving LSP into your chest
All red and blue like police lights or cats that gangbang
Which color finna suit you best while laid to rest?