[Intro: Craig Scissorhands]
I keep on hacking until you a nugget
Mannequin leaking, your parts have been stuffed in
Take polaroids that you probably can't stomach
Self-aware, lil' bitch, I know I'm disgusting
Either feel sick, or I feel nothing (GORE STREET)
Either feel sick, or I feel nothing
Either feel sick, or I feel nothing

[Chorus: Craig Scissorhands]
Feelin' dead again, I pop the head again
ACP, I fill with fucking lead again
Parts are separated, now I'm spreading them
Lacerated, put inside a puppet for my own pleasure, you get fuckin' nothing
Lacerated, put inside a puppet for my own pleasure, you get fuckin' nothing

[Verse 1: rejectedreyna]
You get shot, slit, cut in two, packaged up, then moved and moved
Oh, mannequin, my mannequin, I stuff you in until it's full
Bite deep, bonе wire, shimmy-shimmy through it's through
Decomposing in the plastic, namе and face might make the news
Tightly packed, stitched together, rotting in your solitude
Ripping, tearing at your body until you're only molecules
Drilling up a brand new hole, I simply cannot wait to fuck it
Breaking right into your window, chemicals will mix for drugging
Kick and punch, oh, please don't fight back, do not reach up on your nightstand
Scream and cry so I can climax, please submit so you can die fast
For eternity, we'll be together, rot inside a mannequin
Crush the bones, open skin, reset life's balances
[Bridge: rejectedreyna]
I feel fantastic, the malpractice, filmed it all on tape
Shoved you in, bones and meat, see the film I've made?
This is art, this is magic, don't think I could change
When I die, at the gates, don't think I'll be saved

[Verse 2: Craig Scissorhands]
Tie up that motherfucker, getting dirty with it
Stuff her up in that mannequin body
Put you to sleep with that Mossberg shotty
Bitch, I'm sipping on formalin, fuck coffee
Bitch, I'm smoking on flesh, I can't stop coughing
Been itching to hurt since '04 (GORE STREET)
Shockfiends, GORE STREET, bust down the damn door
I got tools that'll make a bitch scream out for no more

[Chorus: Craig Scissorhands]
Feelin' dead again, I pop the head again
ACP, I fill with fucking lead again
Parts are separated, now I'm spreading them
Lacerated, put inside a puppet for my own pleasure, you get fuckin' nothing
Lacerated, put inside a puppet for my own pleasure, you get fuckin' nothing

[Outro]
G-G-GORE STREET