[Intro]
Skotskr

[Verse 1: Craig Scissorhands]
Yeah, I feel like blood is pourin' out my face again
I take my scissors, cut him up
Beat 'em 'til there's no one left
Like, what's up? Movin' on to your friend, I'ma double up
Walk inside, I got the pole, I'ma stick it up
Pussy-boy, you ain't got a single thing to be proud of
Take the suppressor off, it ain't loud enough
And if we talk out his neck, then we pound him up
If you love your friends, you should cut them up
Arts and crafts, I got the scissors, I cut him up
You in my DM's, acting like a bitch, boy
Hand your preset out, none of you copycats could ever learn how to mix, boy
Put down the mic' and pick up the knife, and slit up your wrist, boy, yeah
Slit 'em up, cut 'еm up
Harm yourself, no one gives a fuck
Stеppin' new rocks over that cunt
I'ma cut his limbs off, now they all stumps
Like R.I.P, bozo
I'm the killer that you see in the photos
Walk up on him with the pole, he like, "Oh no"
Chainsaw Bunny, boy, it stay in the logo
[Verse 2: Afourteen]
Run him down, where he go?
There's nowhere left for him
I got that [?], yeah
Got that money, [?], shoot they dick, yuh
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[Outro: Afourteen]
Fuck, fuck, shut up, there's good for one
Fuck, fuck, shut up, there's good for none
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, good for nothing
Yeah, I'm just good for nothing