What I Need (feat. Super Famous Fun Time Guys)

Hard to break a heart when you no longer have one (Yeah)

But it's mad fun accepting that and moving to a path on

Which you replace that hurt with the urge of drawing plasm (Yeah)

From severed nerves and vertebraes while they scream and spasm (Hahaha)

A couple knives left in spines, alive yet paralyzed

Bleed 'em 'til they're hollow, it's the shifting of the paradigms

Patterns always changing so they don't overanalyze

My modus of operandi, find that deaths are all the same kind

Blood's always involved, that's the only connection

Splattered on the walls, going every direction

Can't find the impact point at all or even guess what's the weapon

It changes every session ‘cause I implement a new method (Let's go!)

Could say that God's plan to create us (What) and everything here

So I'm just paying 'em back in the fashion that happens to steer

Towards a slash in your neck, lack of a breath and the fucking fear

Filling your eyes before crimson red replaces the tears, 'cause

There's a presence of darkness crawling on me

Crawling on me, crawling on me

Sins of the heartless falling on me

Falling on me, falling on me

I can taste the vengeance in my teeth

Don't let 'em breathe, it's what I need

No face, take 'em out in one sweep

I make 'em bleed, it's what I need

Maybe they're just cruising through the galaxy and stopped here for a bite to eat

Just like Blade you only need a bloodbath

Bullets spray and then we dump rats

Only hug from the front, no touchbacks

Eight legged freaks and whipsticks in our lunch sacks

What I really need is you understanding me

When I'm stressed out I may shoot weapons frantically

Waving blades randomly plus I got punchlines

We're super duper famous now, we'll have a fun time

Chainsaw revving up, rum rum!

With no plans of letting up, better run run (Run run)

No friend zone, touch someone

And I won't stop cutting 'em up 'til I'm all done

There's a presence of darkness crawling on me

Crawling on me, crawling on me

Sins of the heartless falling on me

Falling on me, falling on me

I can taste the vengeance in my teeth

Don't let 'em breathe, it's what I need

No face, take 'em out in one sweep

I make 'em bleed, it's what I need

I got a faucet and I'll spike it through your toupee

Doomsday destruction, I'll pack the pain in your suitcase

I'm kicking through your living room like I was Liu Kang

While screaming, "Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" Call me Kool-Aid

Handcuffed in a lawn chair, you can't stand up and it's not fair

But the band saw will cut your hands off while I dance off in a tall mirror

Pageantry with severed heads plus catastrophes of mescaline

Half of me only wants you dead, the other wants your next of kin (Bitch!)

Pussy rappers want some static 'til it's time to happen

Slashing through the foes with axes, stack 'em in them open caskets

Listen closely while their ghosts record the voice and cast it

Back into the void with maggots thrashing through the broken blackness

Whoa! That's a lot of blood, bro

When we cut through the arteries targeting the blood flow

Whoa! That's a lot of blood, bro

When we rip through the jugular fucking up your horoscope

There's a presence of darkness crawling on me

Crawling on me, crawling on me

Sins of the heartless falling on me

Falling on me, falling on me

I can taste the vengeance in my teeth

Don't let 'em breathe, it's what I need

No face, take 'em out in one sweep

I make 'em bleed, it's what I need