ENTRAILS
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
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
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Writer(s): Luca Marten
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