AFTERMATH

Lamb mask and black gloves, got her in a bathtub

Teeth are on the fucking floor, post mortem ransom

Walk thru your room with your guts on the floor

Should of never answered all that fucking banging on your door

Got a masked up freak and a freak holding scissors

Here to clean your room, after death we will deliver

Downing all your liquor, natural born killer

Reaching for a kidney, quickly pulling out a liver

D-I-Y surgery, thinking only murdering

With every single scene, I think the thoughts are only worsening

I hope you fucking puke when you're reading through my case

You know it's certain death when I let you see my face

See the black fade in, welcome death, my friend

Send you up or down, you have met your end

Bring my own towels cause I know I make a mess

See the aftermath, afterwards I'll need a cigarette

Red gauze, red gauze, on the floor scrubbing with a wet cloth

Wet cloth, *cough cough* Inhale till I got a bad cough

Cops show up, cut em up and jack off onto the bodies

I got this feeling in my stomach, but it ain't sorry

We putting slugs into heads, yelling fucking stop me

Bitch leaking out the gauze, hoe lookin like tantrum

I ain't gonna stop bitch I love when that shit sopping, it's sopping

(I got murdered on Gore Street, and I fucking loved it)

Guess I'm getting used to the smell of fucking salt, blood

Whippets all over the damn floor, I'm off one

I don't wanna grab the fucking mop, I wanna spill spill spill, I wanna chop chop chop

I wanna kill kill kill, while you watch watch watch

Come and see the aftermath unless you soft soft soft

Muzzle tape, better shut up boy, or buck up boy

I'll kill you if you fuck up boy, don't fuck up boy