The Butcher. Kill Dyll (Ft. Jackson Rose)

[Intro: Kill Dyll]
I'm so sick of these copies, knowing that I'm nothing better
I put these parts in epoxy, I'm livin' dark like I'm Donny
Might dismember a body, I'd never fuck with them anyway
If I had any hobbies, it is to admire the industry
I don't fuck with these labels, that's why I keep them right under me
With their hand in the jar and their eyeballs stuck in the cutlery

[Chorus: Jackson Rose]
I don't care what you say
Leave the rotten out to dry
Cut out negativity
Like a butcher with a knife
I don't care what they say (Yeah)
Care what they say (Agh)
I don't care what they say
Care what they say
I don't care what they say (Yeah)
Care what they say

[Verse 1: Kill Dyll]
Flesh in the basement, always been cut by the hated
All of these fuckers been killed by their lack of ambition
Incision inside of their neck dead, makin' it rain led
Makin' the dead bleed and makin' the lakes red
Fuckers that hate me are nothin' but loose steps
Nothin' but who cares, sharin' no food left
Starvin' the unfed, with nothin' but Kool-Aid
I'm aidin' the loose heads, with thoughts that are inbred