EMBALMER

[Chorus]
I cut straight down the middle, I wanna see how he died
Expose his heart, dispose of his lungs, I'm really fucked up inside
Grab my gloves, I grab my knives
Like his death wasn't from suicide
I break his flesh and steal his guts
Man, I just love homicide

[Verse 1]
Bitch, you can't lock me up
Thirty-three lobotomies done in my trunk
Ugh, you go'n get mag dumped
Can't get caught 'cause I cooked him alive, fuck
You can't catch me alive
Fully-auto Glock turning me a surprise, ayy
Like I skinned him alive
Peeled hid flesh and ate his eyes

[Pre-Chorus]
Stupid whores that I despise
Cut up your thighs and leave you rot for flies
Lace your weed and watch you die
Like, I guess you got too high
Stupid whores that I despise
Cut up your thighs and leave you rot for flies
Lace your weed and watch you die
Like, I guess you got too high

[Chorus]
I cut straight down the middle, I wanna see how he died
Expose his heart, dispose of his lungs, I'm really fucked up inside
Grab my gloves, I grab my knives
Like his death wasn't from suicide
I break his flesh and steal his guts
Man, I just love homicide

[Verse 2]
Mask ain't workin' 'cause I got caught
Met him at night and I shot him in a parking lot
Don't talk shit because I got a red dot
Can't cut you 'cause there's too much rot

[Pre-Chorus]
Stupid whores that I despise
Cut up your thighs and leave you rot for flies
Lace your weed and watch you die
Like, I guess you got too high
Stupid whores that I despise
Cut up your thighs and leave you rot for flies
Lace your weed and watch you die
Like, I guess you got too high

[Interlude]
[?] the human autopsy has had a very long up and down history. And at the current [?] western culture is actually of the biggest decline of autopsies ever performed. Of course, I will give a very lenient seizure rundown of how to perform a human autopsy

[Chorus]
I cut straight down the middle, I wanna see how he died
Expose his heart, dispose of his lungs, I'm really fucked up inside
Grab my gloves, I grab my knives
Like his death wasn't from suicide
I break his flesh and steal his guts
Man, I just love homicide
I cut straight down the middle, I wanna see how he died
Expose his heart, dispose of his lungs, I'm really fucked up inside
Grab my gloves, I grab my knives
Like his death wasn't from suicide
I break his flesh and steal his guts
Man, I just love homicide