Mannequin

I keep on hacking until you a nugget
Mannequin leaking, your parts have been stuffed in
Take polaroids that you probably can't stomach
Self aware lil' bitch, I know I'm disgusting
Either feel sick or I feel nothing (Gore Street), either feel sick or I feel nothing
Either feel sick or I feel nothing

Feelin' dead again, I pop the head again, ACP, I fill with fucking lead again
Parts are separated, now I'm spreading them
Lacerated, put inside a puppet, for my own pleasure you get fuckin' nothing
Lacerated, put inside a puppet, for my own pleasure you get fuckin' nothing

You get shot, slit, cut in two, packaged up, then moved and moved
Oh mannequin, my mannequin, I stuff you in until it's full
Bite deep, bone wire, shimmy-shimmy through it's through
Decomposing in the plastic, name and face might make the news
Tightly packed, stitched together, rotting in your solitude
Ripping, tearing at your body until you're only molecules
Drilling up a brand new hole, I simply cannot wait to fuck it
Breaking right into your window, chemicals will mix for drugging
Kick and punch, oh please don't fight back, do not reach up on your nightstand
Scream and cry so I can climax, please submit so you can die fast
For eternity, we'll be together, rot inside a mannequin
Crush the bones, open skin, reset life's balances
I feel fantastic, the malpractice, filmed it all on tape
Shoved you in, bones and meat, see the film I've made?
This is art, this is magic, don't think I could change
When I die, at the gates, don't think I'll be saved

Tie up that motherfucker, getting dirty with it
Stuff her up in that mannequin body
Put you to sleep with that Mossberg shotty
Bitch, I'm sipping on formalin, fuck coffee
Bitch, I'm smoking on flesh, I can't stop coughing
Been itching to hurt since '04 (Gore Street)
Shockfiends, Gore Street, bust down the damn door
I got tools that'll make a bitch scream out for no more

Feelin' dead again, I pop the head again, ACP, I fill with fucking lead again
Parts are separated, now I'm spreading them
Lacerated, put inside a puppet, for my own pleasure you get fuckin' nothing
Lacerated, put inside a puppet, for my own pleasure you get fuckin' nothing

Gore Street