STILL LIMB TRAFFICKING GORE STREET (Ft. Craig Scissorhands)

[Intro]
The embodied parts have been sold online [?]
(G-G-GORE STREET)

[Chorus]
When I hear the siren sounds, I hit encrypt
I can't have no piggies in here lookin' at my shit
They might end up findin' proof that I sold a bitch in bits
Neatly wrapped package at your door, treat it as a gift
I'm so damn excited every time I sell, I ice my wrists
If I died without no swag, I'd say to find my grave and piss
I know Russian motherfuckers that could make you not exist
I got duffel bags full of rubber bands and shit that rips ([?])

[Verse]
Roach stomper boots wit' it
I don't discriminate, I shoot guys and I shoot bitches (Ah)
As the basement gets morе messy, I see new riches (Ah)
I could makе an amputee in under two minutes (Ahh)
Huffin' spray paint in the back alley (G-G-GORE STREET)
When I'm done, I go on Tor browser, so they can't track me (Ah)
Don't care that she mad, in 10 minutes, she'll prolly ask to jack me
Hit me with that bitcoin, yeah, bruh, you can't Cash App me
I got shipments in the damn backseat

[Chorus]
When I hear the siren sounds, I hit encrypt (Ah)
I can't have no piggies in here lookin' at my shit (Ah)
They might end up findin' proof that I sold a bitch in bits
Neatly wrapped package at your door, treat it as a gift (Ah)
I'm so damn excited every time I sell, I ice my wrists (Ah)
If I died without no swag, I'd say to find my grave and piss (GORE STREET)
I know Russian muh'fuckers that could make you not exist (Ah)
I got duffel bags full of rubber bands and shit that rips