Rozz Dyliams - Cut The Meat lyrics

I nearly had a heart attack
When I got the first initial
Investment from my Pops now finally
I would be achieving my life long dream
Of owning my own little butcher shop
It was on the same cross
Streets that I always imagined
Ever since I was a
Little itty-bitty baby rabbit
I used to go to Gibbs with Momma
To watch the man cut the steaks
Thinking only God gets to do what he's doing
Before the good stuff gets on the plate
I got a fat loan from the bank
That would pay off in no time
I gutted the place out
And renovated the space, now it's show time
Shipments coming in from the supplier
I cut the meat (Cut it)
Dismantle piece by piece
Remove eyes, guts, and teeth (Yucky)
It's better than dragging the bloody
Marbled muscle tissue out in the street
(Yucky)
I think about the intricate roadways of
Veins when I go to sleep
People call me a creep
But, I don't think it's fair, though
Let me explain
Nevermind, I'll wait for a better time when
I can better demonstrate the pain
Walk a mile in the shoes of the butcher man
You'll feel just the same
Can't wash the evil off with the
Innocence of the lamb's bloodstain
Can't wash the childlike excitement
Of carnage off, it just can't go away
Can't give it away
Can't give in to anything
Other than sickening rage

Cut the meat, cut the meat
Cut the meat, cut the meat
I ain't got no time for none
Of that phony bologna jack cut the meat
Cut the meat, cut the meat (Cut it)
Cut the meat, cut the meat (Cut it)
I ain't got no time for none
Of that phony bologna jack cut the meat
Cut the meat, cut the meat
Cut the meat, cut the meat
I ain't got no time for none
Of that phony bologna jack cut the meat
Cut the meat, cut the meat (Cut it)
Cut the meat, cut the meat (Cut it)
I ain't got no time for none
Of that phony bologna jack cut the meat

You wanna get a life (Nope)
Don't wanna get a life
I can set ya right, homie
Get a set of knives
If you do it right and you treat 'em right
You'll develop a passionate appreciation
Of cutting things up when you sleep at night
People coming in from all around to
Visit my little shop of horrors
The local paper praised the quality of
The goods that I offer
The services that I offer
The self taught precision and skill
The art of going in for the kill
Killing a thing and turning it into a meal
Turning a meal into shit and
The shit fertilizing a field
Mesmerizing satisfaction as the
Dying swine squeal
I talk to the maggots in the back
Of my brain making a business deal
I talk to the people who used to make
Fun of me when I daydream still
Gullet to the groin, killer for the coin
Butcher man gotta go and get it
You don't understand the problem
But you'll get it
Put you on the butcher block
And hit you with it put you in a state of
Something really wicked right
Before the sickly sleepy composition
Enzymatic systematic breakdown
Finna break your body down into a liquid

Cut the meat, cut the meat
Cut the meat, cut the meat
I ain't got no time for none
Of that phony bologna jack cut the meat
Cut the meat, cut the meat (Cut it)
Cut the meat, cut the meat (Cut it)
I ain't got no time for none
Of that phony bologna jack cut the meat
Cut the meat, cut the meat
Cut the meat, cut the meat
I ain't got no time for none
Of that phony bologna jack cut the meat
Cut the meat, cut the meat (Cut it)
Cut the meat, cut the meat (Cut it)
I ain't got no time for none
Of that phony bologna jack cut the meat