[oxxie]
Bury you alive, I wanna see your fucking body rot
Take apart your limbs so I can traffic them, I got a lot
If we got an issue, you gon' die, no, we don't need a talk
I'm a fucking psychopath, dismember you, I cannot stop
D-I-S-P-O-S-E, I'll make you fucking dispose
I'ma take apart each of her fingers, cutting up that ho
Heard that boy was talking shit, I'm 'bouta pull up to his show
Catch him in the alley, I'ma make my fucking stick blow
Fill the tub with acid and watch all his skin disintegrate
Murder on my mind, I got an itch, it's time to meet your fate
Cut her up to pieces and put her meat on my fucking plate
Breakfast, lunch, and dinner, I'm only eating the human steak
I'm so fucking evil, I will kill a bitch to fuck her corpse
Walk in while you sleeping, I'll gut you open to feel your core
I'm a fucking psychopath, I'm only getting off to gore
Fuck her while she's bleeding out, I love seeing the blood pour
[Blxxdshed]
Dispose of the body, I'ma motherfucking chop it up
Tie the fucking carcass in the trunk of my pickup truck
Catching all these bodies, but I never fucking have enough
Hack your fucking limbs off, stupid faggot, yeah, your luck is up
Disposing the body, I'ma chop the limbs and traffic them
Stuff you in a box, stuff the limbs in, I'ma package them
Grab the fucking hatchet, tear you apart limb from limb
And the cops won't recognize me, made a face mask from your skin
Bury you alive, I don't need a fucking coffin
Fill your fucking mouth with dirt, I got you fucking coughing
Human taxidermy; I'ma fill you up with stuffing
Chopping up that faggot if he think I'm fucking bluffing
Shovel in my left and a hatchet in my right hand
Keep it as a trophy, got your head up on my nightstand
Tie you in the trunk; if you struggle, then I tighten
That bitch tried to run from me, I got these bitches frightened
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