DIE MOTHERFUCKER DIE GORE STREET

[Intro]
Wake up, you’re on Gore Street

[Verse 1]
Sharpening knives with my motherfuckin’ grindstone
Lamb-Mask calling up hits on a side phone
I just wanna fucking see yo’ brain spill right on
Feeling brain matter when I sit upon my high throne
Ain't have a positive thought in a minute
Wanna turn ya throat into paste, so I have to fidget
Cut your fuckin’ legs off, I'ma turn you to a midget
When I'm lookin at my sentence, I'm lookin’ at double digits
Lookin at yo’ head, grab an axe, then I spin it
Turn ‘em into Pac-Man, two hits and you're finished
Cut your fuckin’ hands off, I'll always just be winnin’
Cut ya body into two, I swear to God that you'll be twinning
Ropes out, might as well strangle on your neck
Ain’t feel love, got hate up in my chest
All fun and games ‘til I'm creepin’ ‘round yo’ bеd
You gon’ fuck around and find out get cut up ‘til you’re dead

[Chorus]
Diе, motherfucker, die
Die, die, die, die
Die, motherfucker, die
Die, die, die, die
Die, motherfucker, die
Die, die, die, die
Die, motherfucker, die
Die, die, die, die