[Intro]
I love my scissors and I think they love me back, bitch
I got bodies in my basement, I use for practice
Take 'em out, give you facelift, now you a bad bitch
I sell body parts up on the internet for racks, bitch
(I got murdered on Gore Street and I fucking loved it)

[Chorus]
I love my scissors and I think they love me back, bitch
I got bodies in my basement, I use for practice
Take 'em out, give you facelift, now you a bad bitch
I sell body parts up on the internet for racks, bitch

[Verse]
Newrocks on my feet, when I'm walkin' out of Saks Fifths
Tie him by his feet, watch him squirming as I laugh, bitch
They don't know what's up in my bag likе it's magic
Now my pockets on swole, they lookin' likе a fat bitch
Now my pockets look like Lizzo, they some feminists
Walkin' up on Gore Street, get popped like some medicine
Give this bitch the bone, then I turned her to a skeleton
The way your girl keep me in her mouth, she like a pelican (Ayy, like a bird)
Talk down, prepare for your teeth on the curb
Wrong set, wrong street, don't you step, you'll get hurt
Keep on venting, make it worse
I can't help, but to treat you motherfuckers like you dirt
None of you will ever learn
At first, I didn't get it, that's why it would always hurt
[Chorus]
I love my scissors and I think they love me back, bitch
I got bodies in my basement, I use for practice
Take 'em out, give you facelift, now you a bad bitch
I sell body parts up on the internet for ra—

[Outro]
Gore Street