GORE PARTY lyrics

‎[Intro: Craig Scissorhands]
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Ahh

[Chorus: Craig Scissorhands]
I’ll bet you wish that you could take it back
I might make incisions to his face and rip his skin off last
And none of us are okay, if I could, I wouldn’t take it back
And none of us are okay, if I could, I wouldn’t take it back

[Verse 1: Craig Scissorhands]
Beat down, boy inside the dog pound now
Look at me the wrong way, your eyes get gouged out
I might sew your mouth shut so you can’t talk now
I just threw a scent out, now you getting ripped by dogs now
Feeling so negative when I crawl into the woods, and I think I’ma die alone
Really hoping that you walk in the slaughterhouse
I’ma harvest all his limbs when I cut him down
If he talking out his neck, then I shut him down
All these voices in my hеad, gotta shut ’em out
I’m in the woods with my chainsaw, I run ’em down
Gеt him strangled, he gon’ cry for his mother now
I’m the butcher, I’m the slasher, I might get your face cut faster
Treat us both like bast*rds, so his skin get ripped off like the raptor
Take his lifeless body and I crucify it, I’m the pastor
Hang him from a tree if he gon' talk to me like I don’t matter
I don’t ask no questions, get to cuttin’, I don’t got no manners
If he doesn’t use his brain, then I might bust it with a hammer
If he doesn’t die within a second, then I stab him faster
If he doesn’t die within a second, then I stab him
[Verse 2: BissiBoi]
You have less than nineteen seconds, boy, so live it up
Drop his limbs within the acid, let me fill it up
Hacksaw in my right, b*tch, it’s bloodied up
Meat hook through his neck, gotta hang it up
I can’t stress that you lost all freedom
Love my cuts, so I might as well eat ’em
Watch me cook, livestream my cellar
I’m geeked out in the cannibal cafe
Cuts so smooth, just might be a replay
Chop, chop, chop, but the screams don’t delay
Let me hack his wrist, keep ’em still, I’ll gag ’em wit' his fist
Let me slice a sample, flip the burner, ready up the grill
Let ’em taste his first own blood before I get my fill

[Chorus: Craig Scissorhands]
I’ll bet you wish that you could take it back
I might make incisions to his face and rip his skin off last
And none of us are okay, if I could, I wouldn’t take it back
And none of us are okay, if I could, I wouldn’t take it back

[Outro]
Put down the scissors