Fleshlike plastic
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I just got you folded
Folded like an ankle twist
Distorted
Told ya the story ends and nothin' lives
Oh x.o kiss
Ima bend you like a fuckin' tissue
Blood splatters
When I can't control my anger issues
Uh uh
Fleshlike plastic
Uh uh
Fleshlike plastic
Uh uh
Fleshlike plastic
Uh uh
Fleshlike plastic
One pound of flesh
No more no less
After cutting the line
Pull the guts out the chest
Y'all bent 'cause the spine is no need when you're dead
When your body's still warm but you're soakin' in sweat
Hiding the corpse
What do you mean
Under the ground
Now you gone like Houdini
I got a blade
Keep it under my beanie
Fuck with the man and I cut
I'm Sweeney
Katana blades like I'm a fuckin' Ronin
Boil 'em up with some macaronis
Pour the remaining blood down the sink
Quarter liter that I kept to drink
Weighing the guts then I crack the bones
Cooking all that in a crockpot
Figured out I need some bigger doses
Their bodies gon' fit in a bigger truck
I just got you folded
Folded like an ankle twist (Ugh)
Distorted
Told ya the story ends and nothin' lives (Weh)
Oh x.o kiss
Ima bend you like a fuckin' tissue (Why)
Blood splatters
When I can't control my anger issues
Uh uh
Fleshlike plastic
Uh uh
Fleshlike plastic
Uh uh
Fleshlike plastic
Uh uh
Fleshlike plastic
And demanding a plaque of plastic
The thirst for blood is never satiated
And if the portals of hell don't get shut before
No dead body will ever be able to rest in peace again
You must re-close those gates
I just got you folded
Folded like an ankle twist
Distorted
Told ya the story ends and nothin' lives
Oh x.o kiss
Ima bend you like a fuckin' tissue
Blood splatters
When I can't control my anger issues
Uh uh
Fleshlike plastic
Uh uh
Fleshlike plastic
Uh uh
Fleshlike plastic
Uh uh
Fleshlike plastic
One pound of flesh
No more no less
After cutting the line
Pull the guts out the chest
Y'all bent 'cause the spine is no need when you're dead
When your body's still warm but you're soakin' in sweat
Hiding the corpse
What do you mean
Under the ground
Now you gone like Houdini
I got a blade
Keep it under my beanie
Fuck with the man and I cut
I'm Sweeney
Katana blades like I'm a fuckin' Ronin
Boil 'em up with some macaronis
Pour the remaining blood down the sink
Quarter liter that I kept to drink
Weighing the guts then I crack the bones
Cooking all that in a crockpot
Figured out I need some bigger doses
Their bodies gon' fit in a bigger truck
I just got you folded
Folded like an ankle twist (Ugh)
Distorted
Told ya the story ends and nothin' lives (Weh)
Oh x.o kiss
Ima bend you like a fuckin' tissue (Why)
Blood splatters
When I can't control my anger issues
Uh uh
Fleshlike plastic
Uh uh
Fleshlike plastic
Uh uh
Fleshlike plastic
Uh uh
Fleshlike plastic
And demanding a plaque of plastic
The thirst for blood is never satiated
And if the portals of hell don't get shut before
No dead body will ever be able to rest in peace again
You must re-close those gates
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Writer(s): Tristan Lafleur-sabourin
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