SMOKIN FLESH Craig Scissorhands (Ft. NEEDLEGUTS)

[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 bitches that go flying out just so they suck me up
Bitch, I'm still out there serving junkies up, you know they need it all
LV on my beanie, on my scarf, on my motherfucking belt
LV even my fragrance, but bitch, I still smell like death
I got money coming in bitch, all I care about is bands
I might scam y’all for some features just to get some extra bands
I'm just a scum bitch 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 fucking door gave him heart attacks