Awich: Butcher Shop (Prod. RZA) - feat. FERG

From the far east archipelago
Snakes with the venom, yeah, we put them in the bottle
Cheers to the pain, it's a hard pill to swallow
Pop that bitch up and we scream "Arigato!"
Yo, Tokyo racing, nose congested, nasal spray AG
Feeling all these chemistry, boys stay blazing
And we still having bad trips like the 80's
Shit, fuck you, pay me
Occupied Japan, nobody gave us guidance
Now you wanna bitch 'cause you see my good finance
But your daddy in my DM like "Yo' fine ass"
Yo, understanding body with the solid mathematic
My aesthetic so poetic haters find it problematic
Flooded Patek golden chalice, Kanji character with carats
あれ誰？ bringing panic, if you want it

Come down to the butcher shop
We gon' eat tonight
Come down to the butcher shop
It's do or die
Come down to the butcher shop
What's yours is mine
Come down, we gone grind to the spine, got the finest of the fine
Give it to you raw if it's how you like (Wow)

The butcher coming nigga, like I'm Benny the Butcher
Pain party at Yankee stadium doing them pull-ups
Killer cam on canal, went and cop me some boogers
Popular jewels ice cold, got me doing the brook up
See my name in the lights every time that I look up
The Billi is the new Millie, I be getting that muga
Spitting venom, kill 'em, how could you ever even feel them (When)
Genes in their DNA got them shittin in their denims?
Got a new chick and she ghetto and she fancy
Like the way I think, and murder inc like Ashanti
Type of bitch to go to fifth just to cop panties
Cut a bitch quick if she get a little raunchy
Probably posted at the shop with some siamese
You'll get your lamb chopped side eyeing me
I got the fruit punch Rubys like high C
Out in Okinawa please don't try to find me

Come down to the butcher shop
We gon' eat tonight
Come down to the butcher shop
It's do or die
Come down to the butcher shop
What's yours is mine
Come down we gone grind to the spine, got the finest of the fine
Give it to you raw if it's how you like (Wow)

Event a vegetarian can fit the criteria
Slicing up the barriers, serving up like veterans
I'm from the jungle with the military trenches
Cinderella bitches trying to hop over the fences
Used to be that girl on the gate two street
Now I'm making yens like a real Japanese
Rounding all my numbers to the nearest hundred thousand
I ain't got the time to count the ones who's doubted, bow
Bobby got the yacht at the dock, it's the rock
Bush on the rocks in a clean Bakarat
Aston DBX sitting in my lot
From Oki to the shaolin' land, it's the bop
Habu sake mixed with the cider
Rally all these drunken monks in the cipher
I be with the shell shock boys from the island
If you want it, we can chop it up

Come down to the butcher shop
We gon' eat tonight
Come down to the butcher shop
It's do or die
Come down to the butcher shop
What's yours is mine
Come down we gone grind to the spine, got the finest of the fine
Give it to you raw if it's how you like (Wow)