The Butcher

Beneath these hands lies bloodshed.
Oh what a shame it is to call this home.

Slice away, at your enemies.
Victims of intolerance.
A hatred brewed so
deep.
Hypocrisy runs these streets.
When on the inside we all want the same
things.
What do you say we call this quits.
If you cant beat them join 'em.

So join me.
Cuz i'm not going down without a fight.
One by one,
we'll
make our STAND.
One by one.
You may think you runs these streets,
but you
cannot run me.
I am, i am my own man.
I AM MY OWN MAN.
AND I WONT BE
BROUGHT DOWN.
I AM MY OWN MAN.
I AM MY OWN MAN.