Gory Scenes

That's your throat cut, it's that snuff flick
An ice pick to your eye, hear that gun click
It's your mom's body hung with the wire
Baby stroller shot up, set on fire
While we plying your fingers, blowtorchin'
Genitals while your children are watchin'
What comes next are beyond all description
Gory scene that's too sick for depiction

I'm up all deep inside your body like a fist fuck
And keep it bloody like that filthy Maxi Pad
Act like you knew and not brand new just like a crisp buck
Or I'ma break you like that part from Breaking Bad
While breaking bread within our circle in these hard times
As gruesome crimes are justified against the rest
With this Corona, cut 'em up just like some fresh limes
And squeeze them dry just like your mommy's severed breast

Gory scenes with forty teens as guinea pigs
And shorty screams like being scalped by Indians
You're inside the lair of the Nightbreed this is Midian
Prepare for the cookout tonight like we are grilling ribs
Splittin' wigs, get bludgeoned, fucking get bashed in
With the blunt force of a pipe wrench, these mad men
Attached to him torture devices designed to snap limbs
We capture them on Snuff HD, we call it hack films

That's your throat cut, it's that snuff flick
An ice pick to your eye, hear that gun click
It's your mom's body hung with the wire
Baby stroller shot up, set on fire
While we plying your fingers, blowtorchin'
Genitals while your children are watchin'
What comes next are beyond all description
Gory scene that's too sick for depiction

Yeah, our masterpieces are on display of the grizzliest
Detailed events that occurred tonight that's really sick (Uhh)
Digging pits that's large enough to fit bodies in
Cover them in lime plus the body count was nine
As the silent wind blows on the desolate graves
We pose for pictures like hunters
Right next to the death of our prey (Yeah)
Trophy cases being shown in these dark regions
Forever displayed as art pieces

This is your wake, you will not wake up from this nightmare
Make no mistake we take your life like taking a shit
With no regard for what we flush and we don't fight fair
But love that rush of adrenaline when your throat is slit
We're quick to turn a homicide into a playground
So what they found it will be hard to recognize
They body parts are piled up high in a tall decaying mound
For the coroners to disassemble and organize

That's your throat cut, it's that snuff flick
An ice pick to your eye, hear that gun click
It's your mom's body hung with the wire
Baby stroller shot up, set on fire
While we plying your fingers, blowtorchin'
Genitals while your children are watchin'
What comes next are beyond all description
Gory scene that's too sick for depiction