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taxidermy - dark half lyrics

[verse 1: damien quinn]
after taxidermy corpses cold and squirming
through the eyes of [?] i’m performing an autopsy
dissecting bodies is a hobby, never sloppy with the scalpel
makin incisions with precision and i’m always careful
blood by the bucketful could you really bare through me
cutting the fat and tissue into the muscle as i tear through
the oyster skin is melting, sh-t is not embalming your body
instead, i eat your flesh like
meat as demon’s sit and watch me
beneath the sky you maggots i walk
until the maggots begin to drop
maggots are falling like rain because your bodies not embalmed
i think i need some therapy cause corpses keep on haunting me
i wish these walls could talk in this lonely mortuary

[hook: ian stone](x2)
why can’t i fall asleep?
these dead bodies are haunting me
and they’re screaming and taunting me
saying “i want you to die!”
repeating the sentence
go k!ll yourself for repentance
this h-ll is forming an entrance
and screaming “i want you to die”

[verse 2: the r.o.c.]
never see it coming
so deep never do i sleep
reap what i sew and even it was not in front of me
words are like slabs of meat
notice how i stab the beat
grizzly bear no boundaries gorilla on the city streets
microphone m-ssacre, top notch b-st-rd
stuff compet-tion in the rear trunk i’m mashing
no worthy -ss-ssin, so sick i’m cold
no end to my old melody, nowhere to go

[verse 3: mastamind]
lyrical snuff em, formaldehyde stuff em
talk about em in the past, tense and we discuss em
put em in the ground let the dirt cover em
i am the wicked sh-t and here i mother f-ckin come
murder ride leaving road k!ll
leavin em laid out on the table made of cold steel
chop your head for a trophy
throw your body in the furnace
psychotic scientist toxic taxidermist

[verse 4: ian stone]
aye yo, dead bodies in my back seat
her head slumped over on a h-rny k!ller shoulder
miller light in my cupholder
paparazzi cameras flashing
amy winehouse in her casket
should’ve stayed in rehab b-tch
but you said no, now look what happened
this the type of music we’re k!lling our parents to
punch em in the face and let em know i taught you to
i’m a misfit, a b-st-rd, making you f-ck you, pastor
after unloading my platter on the blood splattered cadaver
so i love a dead b-tch, i’m always skull f-ckin em
puttin dresses on her, and takin my daily lithium
taxidermy is my hobby, corpses at the table rotting
while i’m f-cking amy’s body and nodding out like a zombie

- dark half lyrics

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