POST MORTEM

Oxxie, slaughter my guts!

How do you do, ladies and gentlemen? My name is Alfred Hitchcock, and this is music to be murdered by

Ayy, barbed wire on my bat, like, "The Walking Dead"

She said I can hit from the back, but I just wanted head

Shotty in the trunk, I cock it back, and watch the bullets spread

You can't move, it's 'cause you're fat? Or is it 'cause you leakin' red

I'm the mangler you see inside the streets (What?)

Tried to run and now he laying six feet deep (Okay)

Got your body in the morgue, ya mama weep (Huh)

Robbing out your grave, your corpse I'm gonna keep (Bitch)

I'll kick yo' motherfucking face in

I don't even know, I'm filled with so much fucking hatred

What? I'll beat your ass if you a racist

Neo-Nazi faggot, no remorse, that shit is blatant

What the fuck you lookin' at? Do you wanna be next?

Shawty looking at me and blushin', I'm 'bouta slice her neck

She thought that she had a chance, but I don't even want no sex

Only thing I'm lusting for is blood, I don't want nothing less

Everybody lookin' at me like I'm fuckin' insane

I ain't even do it yet, you got no proof of anything

Mental health disintegrating, I'm in so much fucking pain

I'ma take the drugs to cure it, I'ma kill my fuckin' brain

Post-mortem, incisions are going down your corpse

Post-mortem, so many bodies, but I want more

Post-mortem, only do it 'cause I'm fucking bored

Post-mortem, only do this 'cause I love the gore

Ayy, barbed wire on my bat, like, "The Walking Dead"

She said I can hit from the back, but I just wanted head

Shotty in the trunk, I cock it back, and watch the bullets spread

You can't move, it's 'cause you're fat? Or is it 'cause you leakin' red

I'm the mangler you see inside the streets (What?)

Tried to run and now he laying six feet deep (Okay)

Got your body in the morgue, ya mama weep (Huh)

Robbing out your grave, your corpse I'm gonna keep (Bitch)