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craig scissorhands & rejectedreyna - mannequin كلمات الأغنية

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[intro: craig scissorhands]
i keep on hacking until you a nugget
mannequin leaking, your parts have been stuffed in
take polaroids that you probably can’t stomach
self aware lil’ b_tch, i know i’m disgusting
either feel sick or i feel nothing (gore street), either feel sick or i feel nothing
either feel sick or i feel nothing

[chorus: craig scissorhands]
feelin’ dead again, i pop the head again, acp, i fill with f_cking lead again
parts are separated, now i’m spreading them
lacerated, put inside a puppet, for my own pleasure you get f_ckin’ nothing
lacerated, put inside a puppet, for my own pleasure you get f_ckin’ nothing

[verse 1: rejectedreyna]
you get shot, slit, cut in two, packaged up, then moved and moved
oh mannequin, my mannеquin, i stuff you in until it’s full
bite deep, bone wire, shimmy_shimmy through it’s through
dеcomposing in the plastic, name and face might make the news
tightly packed, stitched together, rotting in your solitude
ripping, tearing at your body until you’re only molecules
drilling up a brand new hole, i simply cannot wait to f_ck it
breaking right into your window, chemicals will mix for drugging
kick and punch, oh please don’t fight back, do not reach up on your nightstand
scream and cry so i can climax, please submit so you can die fast
for eternity, we’ll be together, rot inside a mannequin
crush the bones, open skin, reset life’s balances
i feel fantastic, the malpractice, filmed it all on tape
shoved you in, bones and meat, see the film i’ve made?
this is art, this is magic, don’t think i could change
when i die, at the gates, don’t think i’ll be saved
[verse 2: craig scissorhands]
tie up that motherf_cker, getting dirty with it
stuff her up in that mannequin body
put you to sleep with that mossberg shotty
b_tch, i’m sipping on formalin, f_ck coffee
b_tch, i’m smoking on flesh, i can’t stop coughing
been itching to hurt since ’04 (gore street)
shockfiends, gore street, bust down the d_mn door
i got tools that’ll make a b_tch scream out for no more

[chorus: craig scissorhands]
feelin’ dead again, i pop the head again, acp, i fill with f_cking lead again
parts are separated, now i’m spreading them
lacerated, put inside a puppet, for my own pleasure you get f_ckin’ nothing
lacerated, put inside a puppet, for my own pleasure you get f_ckin’ nothing

[outro]
gore street

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