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
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I got murdered on Gore Street and I fucking loved it
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
New Rocks on my feet when I'm walkin' out of Saks 5th
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
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
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-