Craig Scissorhands
HOLIDAY MASSACRE
[Intro]
Hysteria
[Chorus]
Hit it quick, hit it raw, know I beat it back
He say he gon' kill me when I pull up, we gon' see 'bout that
I just turned his head into a bowl, I'm grippin' on the mac
When I step inside the function every fabric hella black
[Verse 1]
Blackout, every time I pull up they gon' back down
I'ma put my blade inside her guts and run it back now
Everybody wanna be me, something that you can't now
Better get your own guap cause I ain't doing handouts
Go to sleep inside the shed, waking up inside a puddle that's red
Just decided that I wanna be dead, I'ma put a buckshot in his hеad
(Guap, put down the scissors!)
[Verse 2]
Nobody know me the way that I know mе
Smash my head into the wall 'til my nose bleed
Smash my fist inside your gut 'til you can't breathe
Scissorhands, I keep the blade in my lefty
If she talking, I'ma feed her a pedigree
Die in the pit with your hands tied together
And I came with that stick like a tether
Boy I been droppin' like weather
Pull up and bone but you know I don't text her
Run around fast 'til your knees turn all weak and decrepit
On my back I really tote three weapons
Hit it from the front so hard she need breath mints
My state hella bad like Texas
[Chorus]
Hit it quick, hit it raw, know I beat it back
He say he gon' kill me when I pull up, we gon' see 'bout that
I just turned his head into a bowl, I'm grippin' on the mac
When I step inside the function every fabric hella black
[Outro]
*Train station message*