I tie him up like BTK

I paint the walls i made him spray

Lil' bro, he outside with this pole

We been outside collecting brains

I wanna see your entrails on the floor mixed up

Throwing gore parties on the floor

Gettin' real buck

I like when your arms tied back

I like when your limbs are still

When I hear your fucking voice I gotta fight the urge to kill

It makes me want to take your head off

Make it splatter, make it spill

Better "Smile wide" like Bissi said or it'll spoil the meal

Entrails on the floor

Make a right and turn on Gore Street

No one fucking safe they getting turned straight into mince meat

Everytime they try to take me down they fucking miss me

I'm indulging in my sins don't need you to forgive me

Miss me?

I'm back into your headspace

Head case, heart is freezing cold, it's in a dead-state

Yes, I love my choppa but I don't live in a red-state

Been a couple months but in my nails, still got that red, ayy

I'm still scared of myself

I can feel my face melt

I'm still scared of myself

Entrails on the floor

Make a right and turn on Gore Street

No one fucking safe

They getting turned straight into mince meat

Everytime they try to take me down, they fucking miss me

I'm indulging in my sins, don't need you to forgive me

Heard you love your homie, go and dig him up

He was talking out his neck on Gore Street, now he a sitting duck

Pop, pop, pop to his head, thought he could sit with us

You keep on complaining as if anybody gives a fuck, just give it up

I tie him up like BTK, I had to wrap him up

Post a censored picture of his dead body, Instagram mad at us

Posted with my chainsaw, go tell Zuckerberg to suck my dick

I got too much swag to throw away for all that sucker shit

Cut her up and toss her, now I'm posted with another bitch

How you getting cyberbullied? Drop your phone and cut your wrists

мне до твоей хуйни нет дела

я снова проснулся и снова не чувствую тело

моё тело под землёй и мои ноги на воде

мне без разницы какой ты человек, я дарю смерть

я вытащил твои кишки за вселенские грешки

ёбаные дурачки, быстрее научитесь жить

снял твою кожу - надел, иду по подиуму

зацензурим кровь, продадим видео Nickelodeon'у

я - твой отец, а ты взял мой стиль - патримониум

у тебя лишь два врага - Gore Street и агония

Entrails on the floor, yes, I'm gonna get some more

если нас с тобой сравнить, то все увидят твой позор

Entrails on the floor, yes, I'm gonna get some more

жёлтый пол резко стал красным, это типа светофор

Stop your fucking wallowing and sit up straight

I keep takin' stabs to the back but I'm still walkin' straight

I know when I eat that other hands won't be up on my plate

You can't say the same about your set, I'd throw that shit away

Just get away

Posted at the cemetery and I got my dick out

Necrophilia, I'll dig up every body then I spill out

I love how it feels when there's maggots crawling up inside it

I can't hit if she ain't dead already or if she isn't dying

Watch your body dissolve in the acid like it's science

Ghost girl, doin' what I say, like I'm fucking Simon

Play with me, I might get violent

Cut her up and wipe the blood right off my eyelids

You could hear a pin drop, it's getting silent