ENTRAILS (feat. YAUX & DEKMA)

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 Cнял 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 Eсли 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