Aftermath

(Gore STREET)
(Where's Reyna?)

Lamb mask and black gloves, got him in a bathtub
Teeth are on the fucking floor, post-mortem ransom
Walk through your room with your guts on the floor
Should've 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 killers
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 (G-G-GORE STREET)

Red gauze, red gauze, on the floor scrubbing with a wet cloth
Wet cloth, eugh, eugh, inhale 'til 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, ho 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
C-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

(Y-you're on Gore Street, wake up)
(Takizava spilled your fucking blood, bitch)