The Show ​clipping.

[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs]
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
The  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

[Chorus: Daveed Diggs]
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 them die