Testo The Show

See how the bone exposed?
Nice  blood bouquet, trace of marrow
Fuckboy  tryin' to hold his nose
Let it drip, one sip, taste his halo
Say bro, why's your skin on the flo'
Where's  your hair, it's nothin' but follicles
That's  called a close shave, don't y'all suppose
Trail of toenails, left through the snow, but he should know He  fucked with the wrong one, sawed off shoulder, fuck the shotgun
Can't afford talk, cat got his tongue
And she might get his lips next just for fun
A blessed refreshment when his breath's barely there
To  blast his slashed face with fresh compressed air
And press his chest just to keep his heart beatin'
Open your eyes, bitch, you got to see this

Don't know, which body part should go?
First, spin the wheel, vertigo
It's an art you partake in and just know, you all paid to watch
Let's start the show
Come out, sit your ass down, don't blink, don't make a sound, just look
It's okay to cry, you live your best life when you watch him die
The best menage is a death menage, agree?
Chest massage with electric rods for three
Just because, prolly set their jaws with rebar and then pause while you get photography
[?] to extend a cavity, what can fit, what are you imagining
Share your thoughts, it is time for banter
And killer be back to enact a masterpiece
In the [?] they contemplate escape
Bear trap to the calf, that's just basic pain
Paced to make the brain face it's strength
And strain gracefully to places escaping
Sane thoughts to basic survival of
Y'all came to see the amygdala
A signifier in the limbic nerves
And gotta give the kill what the kill deserves

Don't know, which body part should go?
First, spin the wheel, vertigo
It's an art you partake in and just know, you all paid to watch
Let's start the show
Come out, sit your ass down, don't blink, don't make a sound, just look
It's okay to cry, you live your best life when you watch him die

Gotta reach the bottom, why you muddy waters, what you hollerin' for help?
That is not an option, throw you caution to the wind and live within yourself
You can prolly count on one hand all the times that you have ever really felt
Anything and when it's finally done and everything is numb your killer finally let's you know your wel-
Come over to the edge and look over it
You ain't never gonna fly with all the comfort your holdin'
With all of your might and then try as your might to get over it, it ain't over
To kill a saint, killers say you will know
The limits of flesh stretched and eyes bled before they die
You said you had demons to exercise
And cash in hand, stand to witness demise
Time's come, killer wants audience advice

Don't know, which body part should go?
First, spin the wheel, vertigo
It's an art you partake in and just know, you all paid to watch
Let's start the show
Come out, sit your ass down, don't blink, don't make a sound, just look
It's okay to cry, you live your best life when you watch him die