SMOKIN FLESH lyrics

[Intro]
This is GORE STREET, I wanna wear your face
Oh my God
Wake up, you’re on GORE STREET
Put down the—
Boss Mafia

[Verse 1: NEEDLEGUTS]
Trample, dismember when I rip off his limbs
Got his guts between my toes, I dig my nails and rip his flesh
I ain't heard what you say, this the final place you lay
Cut you into tiny pieces, throw you diced up in a grave
Trample, dismember when I rip off his limbs
Got his guts between my toes I dig my nails and rip his flesh
I ain't heard what you say, this the final place you lay
Cut you into tiny pieces, throw you diced up in a grave
Cut him up, we chop that faggot up, he doing threats that he gon’ do
Run up, I see him, blick him up
And I got b*tches that go flying out just so they suck me up
b*tch, I'm still out there serving junkies up, you know they need it all
LV on my beanie, on my scarf, on my motherf*cking belt
LV even my fragrance, but b*tch, I still smell like death
I got money coming in b*tch, all I care about is bands
I might scam y’all for some features just to get some extra bands
I'm just a sc*m b*tch stab you in the back
I need my blunt and my cup or else I can’t damn relax
Break his legs if he steppin’ wrong, get him handicapped
Posted up at his f*cking door gave him heart attacks
[Bridge: Craig Scissorhands]
Take a picture of his corpse, b*tch, I feel like Logan Paul
Brought a shovel to the gravesite, I’ma f*ck ‘em all
I dig ‘em up, then I feast, dig ‘em up, then I feast
Dig ‘em up, then I feast, b*tch

[Verse 2: Craig Scissorhands]
f*ck all these motherf*ckers, switchin’ up for a couple of bands
I got a Draco inside of the trunk, I’ma walk in this b*tch with a motherf*ckin’ plan
Like what’s up faggot?
My b*tch got slits on her wrists, no paddock
My b*tch hangin’ the pole out the whip while I crash it
If I tie up his body, I might have to stab it
Smokin’ on flesh, b*tch got bad habits
Ha-ha-ha, cut off her head and use it as a fleshlight
Beat down that motherf*cker ‘til he sped-like
I let the Draco get air at the red light
I put a cap in his head, tell him, “Night-night”
Uh, smiley chain really swang in this b*tch
No b*tch won't service the di*k
Swag jackin’, always all on my di*k
Me and NEEDLE put some Fent’ in yo’ sh*t
I feel like I’m Obama when I walk in this b*tch
Eugh, watch out, caught that boy lackin’ outside of the shell
Look me in the eyes, I’ll drag to hell
[Outro: Craig Scissorhands]
Look me in the eyes, I’ll drag you to hell
Look me in the eyes, I’ll drag you to hell