[Chorus: Insane Poetry]

Violent in this bitch

We violent in this bitch

We violent (Violence)

Violent in this bitch

We violent in this bitch

We violent

Violent in this bitch

We violent in this bitch

We violent

Violent in this bitch

We violent in this bitch

We violent

[Verse 1: Insane Poetry]

Motherfuckers try to tell us we the reason that we leave 'em with they head bashed in (Violence)

Triple M-F-D Make My Motherfuckin' Day it’s a treat when we stab them (smiling)

With the butcher knife drippin' in your blood

Love the sound when the blade pushed in

And the motherfucking look up on your face

When you shocked and we shave off half of your legs and your limbs

[Verse 2: Ouija Macc]

(Hol' up)

Flex my aggression with blood on my Timbs

Uh yeah mud in my phlegm

Speak from the streets bitch you know who I am huh

Never forget it again

Corpse with the torch and some whores in my van

Stretching intestines like accordion

Study your family routine like The Sims

And we kick in your door 'fore that torture begin

[Verse 3: SCUM]

Kick in your door with the steel-toed boot and I shoot whoever's there

I don't care if they ain't got no loot up in they pockets or they jewelry did not come to rob

A butcher brother on another killing spree doing his job

Sicker than the motherfuckin' average, hella savage

With the cleaver I deliver souls to the maker tell 'em hi

Don't worry about your loved ones cuz they gonna be right behind you

When I find you motherfuckers everybody's gonna die

[Chorus: Insane Poetry]

Violent in this bitch

We violent in this bitch

We violent (Violence)

Violent in this bitch

We violent in this bitch

We violent

Violent in this bitch

We violent in this bitch

We violent (Violence)

Violent in this bitch

We violent in this bitch

We violent

[Verse 4: SCUM]

Runnin' around with a bunch of things you normally wouldn't need

Unless you're violent, hella sick, and fucked up in the head

Got the axe and the chainsaw a gun probably

So if they stop us we're getting locked up

But we don't give a fuck, there's a bag and some tape in the back

Better pass me the shit if a cop is willing to die

And we'll try to pull up on his van

And get dropped this ain't no donut shop

[Verse 5: Insane Poetry]

We poppin' a pig in a parking lot, mark off the spot

Where we hit him in the face, make him taste buckshots

From a double barrel pump, left him slumped in his cop car

Brains blown all over the dashboard, that car (Uhh!)

Just like a holiday ham, everybody hit the deck when the shotty went blam!

Smashed off in a old white economy van

With the urge to kill something burn inside of me man

We are

[Verse 6: Ouija Macc]

Violent violent huh gotta be violent

I have decided that my knife in your iris is the place I'ma slide it

Cause it feels like a nice fit huh

Sit still little bitch let me try it

How you like the hole in the ground? I designed it

I'ma cover that shit up with dirt so no one find it

Ouija deliver the wickedest shit that be making 'em want to rewind it

Yah take my work home with me like assignment

[Chorus: Insane Poetry]

Violent in this bitch

We violent in this bitch

We violent (Violence)

Violent in this bitch

We violent in this bitch

We violent

Violent in this bitch

We violent in this bitch

We violent

Violent in this bitch

We violent in this bitch

We violent