FORMALDEHYDE lyrics

[Intro]
GORE STREET
This one’s for the shock fiends, b*tch
So much blood everywhere
I got murdered on GORE STREET, b*tch, and I f*cking loved it
(G-G-GORE STREET)
(La-da-da-da)

[Chorus: Craig Scissorhands]
Everything smells like formaldehyde, haha
Soak you in the fluid, I won't let you die, haha
There's corpses in the bed that you can lay beside (Ahh)
You weak-ass motherf*cker, suck my di*k and die

[Verse 1: Craig Scissorhands]
My life full of bullsh*t, it get better, feast up on your organs
Mentally distorted, I'm so f*cked beyond what's all important, haha

[Hook: Craig Scissorhands]
Drownin' in formaldehyde, b*tch
Shoot that motherf*cker 'til hе can't twitch (Yeah, hahahaha)
Drownin' in formaldehyde, b*tch
Shoot that mothеrf*cker 'til he can't—

[Verse 2: YAUX]
You're about to get YAUXed
Upper sternum incision, drag a knife, but don't need precision, uh
Change in your condition, if there's a God, will I be forgiven? Uh
This no way to be living, drag me out and change my religion, uh
Kidneys fail, red p*ss and I got nowhere to go, so just listen, please
Someone help me, even if I resist
I keep waking with some blood on my fists
So just please
Guess I gotta change my identity
One thing that I learned, you're not a friend of me, b*tch
[Hook: Craig Scissorhands]
Drown, drow-drownin' in formaldehyde, b*tch (GORE STREET)
Shoot that motherf*cker 'til he can't twitch
Drownin' in formaldehyde, b*tch
Shoot that motherf*cker 'til he can't—, haha

[Verse 3: Craig Scissorhands]
(GORE STREET)
Your family gonna puke when they find out what I did
Now we're f*ckin' even, all those times you made me sick
Eyes wide open like I've been up huffin'
I'm here to hate-breed, you b*tches worth nothin'

[Pre-Chorus: Craig Scissorhands]
Body, I hatef*ck it, I hatef*ck it
Body, I hatef*ck it, I hatef*ck (Hahahaha)
Body, hatef*ck it, I hatef*ck it
Body, I hatef*ck it, I hatef*ck
Body, I—, I ha—, I ha—, fu—, fu—
Body, I hatef*ck it, I hatef*ck
Body, I hatef*ck it, I hatef*ck it
Body, I hatef*ck it, I hatef*ck

[Chorus: Craig Scissorhands]
(La-da-da-da)
Everything smells like formaldehyde, haha
Soak you in the fluid, I won't let you die, haha
There's corpses in the bed that you can lay beside (Ahh)
You weak ass motherf*cker, suck my di*k and die
[Outro]
Trap-A-Holics
Do you know where you are? You're on Gore Street, b*tch
G-G-GORE STREET
You're on Gore Street, b*tch
I'm now beginning the post-mortem autopsy
Um, oh, what's this? He had a giant di*k in his butt