‎[Intro: Craig Scissorhands]
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Ahh

[Chorus: Craig Scissorhands]
I’ll bet you wish that you could take it back
I might make incisions to his face and rip his skin off last
And none of us are okay, if I could, I wouldn’t take it back
And none of us are okay, if I could, I wouldn’t take it back

[Verse 1: Craig Scissorhands]
Beat down, boy inside the dog pound now
Look at me the wrong way, your eyes get gouged out
I might sew your mouth shut so you can’t talk now
I just threw a scent out, now you getting ripped by dogs now
Feeling so negative when I crawl into the woods, and I think I’ma die alone
Really hoping that you walk in the slaughterhouse
I’ma harvest all his limbs when I cut him down
If he talking out his neck, then I shut him down
All these voices in my hеad, gotta shut ’em out
I’m in the woods with my chainsaw, I run ’em down
Gеt him strangled, he gon’ cry for his mother now
I’m the butcher, I’m the slasher, I might get your face cut faster
Treat us both like bastards, so his skin get ripped off like the raptor
Take his lifeless body and I crucify it, I’m the pastor
Hang him from a tree if he gon' talk to me like I don’t matter
I don’t ask no questions, get to cuttin’, I don’t got no manners
If he doesn’t use his brain, then I might bust it with a hammer
If he doesn’t die within a second, then I stab him faster
If he doesn’t die within a second, then I stab him
[Verse 2: BissiBoi]
You have less than nineteen seconds, boy, so live it up
Drop his limbs within the acid, let me fill it up
Hacksaw in my right, bitch, it’s bloodied up
Meat hook through his neck, gotta hang it up
I can’t stress that you lost all freedom
Love my cuts, so I might as well eat ’em
Watch me cook, livestream my cellar
I’m geeked out in the cannibal cafe
Cuts so smooth, just might be a replay
Chop, chop, chop, but the screams don’t delay
Let me hack his wrist, keep ’em still, I’ll gag ’em wit' his fist
Let me slice a sample, flip the burner, ready up the grill
Let ’em taste his first own blood before I get my fill

[Chorus: Craig Scissorhands]
I’ll bet you wish that you could take it back
I might make incisions to his face and rip his skin off last
And none of us are okay, if I could, I wouldn’t take it back
And none of us are okay, if I could, I wouldn’t take it back

[Outro]
Put down the scissors