Craig Scissorhands
THE WALKING DEAD

[Intro]
[?]
(Shock has never been this brutal)
(This is GORE STREET, I wanna wear your face)
(Going postal)

[Chorus]
Popping Hydros, going crazy, bitch, I'm posted up with Craig
Got us walking fucking stupid, looking like the walking dead
Bitch, I’m bossed up, in my bloody vest, [?]
Bitch, I'm fucked up, I'm a fucking junkie, I feel dead
7:30 in the morning, waking up, napalm
[?] outside my door, I had to tell them all off
House full of ’palm, this shit [?] hot
Me and Craig on the lawn, bitch, we sendin' shit off

[Verse 1]
[?] in my face [?], so shut the fuck up
Be careful 'bout what you say, ho
I'm totin' pistols in my brain so shut the fuck up
Blade to your brain [?] your remains off
Smoking lye [?] gettin' [?]
I'm with Craig with a double barreled sawed off
Dualies on on me, bitch, [?] take your top off

[Bridge]
I got shades on so you know I can't see
I made the decision, a blade into your noggin
I am a fucking fiend
Cigarette, couple Hydros, and a cup of Hennessy
Stupid bitch, that’s what I need
I’m on the couch burned out, I'm all blacked out
In my Pontiac, I’m on route, leave you down for the count
Double .45, me and Craig will dump your ass down
And I've always been on acid, pussy [?]
(This Chicago, n***a)
[Verse 2]
Wake up in the morning, still tweaking
Hydrocodone got me fucked this season
Chillin' on the weekdays, gettin' fucked up
Selling AK-47s and napalm on the weekend
Chillin’ in my house, cooking me a lasagna
Got a terrorism charge, different counts of possession
I don't give a fuck, baby, I know straight where I'm headed
That's how I live life and I swear I don't regret it

[Chorus]
Popping Hydros, going crazy, bitch, I'm posted up with Craig
Got us walking fucking stupid, looking like the walking dead
Bitch, I'm bossed up, in my bloody vest, I'm still dead
Bitch, I'm fucked up, I'm a fucking junkie, I feel dead
7:30 in the morning, waking up, napalm
[?] outside my door, I had to tell them all off
House full of 'palm, this shit [?] hot
Me and Craig on the lawn, bitch, we sendin' shit off

[Outro]
(No one understands me)
(You know you fucking with them gory boys)
(I don't like anyone, I hate monsters)