Midnight Horror Train Pt. 2 "Butcher Dread"
Like heat seeking
Im beat seeking
On my block
You Better watch how your beak speaking
Bodies getting dismembered
Discovered disfigured
Far as I can remember
Butcher in the kitchen
What he cooking fresh human liver
Down the street somebody parked
A car
full of body parts
Some heads
Some legs
This killer has no respect
This is the story of ol` cold butcher dread
Never caught never convicted
The only supposedly witnesses
Three gang members
Who refused to be snitches in fear
Butcher dread will fry thier legs
And boil their ears

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Join free Log inDallasCowgirl
Your flow sounds like it's from the East coast...
Read DallasCowgirl's poemsAk rio
Yes, im from St. Petersburg Florida so you could say the east well South-East
Read Ak rio's poemsloverMRB
Waiting for the next part
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