Bates Motel

[Verse 1: 2-Face]
Let me check you in before you get straight
Take your fuckin' bags, bitch, and head to Room 8
If you've come to die, then this is the right place
Oh boy I can't wait to stab you in the face
Hello, (Hello, Hello) my name is Norman Bates
Wash your fuckin' ass, slut, so that I can masturbate
Mother said you gotta die so I went and sealed her fate
Took her body and her shit and I dumped it in the lake
If you see me through the window pacin' back and forth
I can hear the voices talkin', comin' from my cellar door
Tellin' me to kill again 'cause they're all a bunch of whores
After when I'm finished I've still got time to do my chores
I got twelve rooms (twelve rooms), now twelve vacancies
If you're lost on the road, why not come and visit me?
I'm waiting patiently (patiently) for anyone to stop by
Don't be scared, baby, I wouldn't even hurt a fly

[Chorus: 2-Face & Ruthless Rob]
Once you checked in, yo, there is no doubt
You in The Bates Motel, homie, and you're never getting out
We stab 'em up then clean 'em out
Stab 'em up then clean 'em out
We stab 'em up then clean 'em out
Stab 'em up then clean 'em out
Once you checked in, yo, there is no doubt
You in The Bates Motel, homie, and you're never getting out
We stab 'em up then clean 'em out
Stab 'em up then clean 'em out
We stab 'em up then clean 'em out
Stab 'em up then clean 'em out

[Verse 2: Ruthless Rob & 2-Face]
It's your main man Norman, I'll give you one warning
Come on in, you won't see another morning
Catch you while you're snorin' and I'll bust your head
Got fresh bloodshed on my new bedspread
Talk to the dead 'cause the living don't hear me
I try to be social and nobody feel me
They turn another cheek and your boy like "Really?"
I kill any bitch that try to come near me
Smokin' on a Philly 'cause I'm all out of Dutches
Blood on the wall lookin' like red mustard
Your head got busted, end of discussion
Knife in your ass with a matching concussion
Momma said get ya, now I gotta get ya
Momma said split ya, now I gotta split ya
Can you get the picture? Momma don't lie
If Momma give the word then your ass might die
I love my moms 'cause Momma knows best
And Momma just settlin' your ass to rest
Ain't no other feelin' when I'm gashin' flesh
I'm sick and I'm tired of the disrespect
I don't give a Hell, I don't give a heck
Don't nobody know I'm a fuckin' wreck
Might stab me a chest, might stab me a neck
Might stab me a titty, might stab a breast
I stab 'em up then clean 'em out
Bitch what the fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Should have never made a wrong turn down that route
Now you in Room 6 and ain't walkin' 'out
And ain't talkin' now, so bitch, stop hatin'
Because I'm in the next room masturbatin'
Imagine Satan in the form of a nice guy
And when you do, it's time to die

[Chorus: 2-Face & Ruthless Rob]
Once you checked in, yo, there is no doubt
You in The Bates Motel, homie, and you're never getting out
We stab 'em up then clean 'em out
Stab 'em up then clean 'em out
We stab 'em up then clean 'em out
Stab 'em up then clean 'em out
Once you checked in, yo, there is no doubt
You in The Bates Motel, homie, and you're never getting out
We stab 'em up then clean 'em out
Stab 'em up then clean 'em out
We stab 'em up then clean 'em out
Stab 'em up then clean 'em out

[Verse 3: Raven Hunter & 2-Face]
Mother are you there? Yes, there, right here
Mother has you now, I have nothing to fear
The motel's open and I'm waiting for our guests
So I sit with a razor, press it deep into my chest
I open up my flesh, how deep can I go?
All the way down 'til I'm striking a bone
It's just a little pastime I do when I'm alone
A ring of the bell so I pick up the phone
I'll be right down and I start that walk
Damned if I've forgotten when it's fully dark
A fine young lady and she travels all lonely
With those big "fuck me" eyes that's screamin' out "Help me"
I take her to a room and I lock it up tight
'Cause this gon' be one very long night
Mother would kill me if she went and found out
So I start with the stitching, I begin with her mouth
I'm takin' my time, don't need you passin' out
I got the hot poker, finna head down south
Seal up her pussy, it's the ultimate sin
'Cause Mother once told me a temptation to men
We stab 'em up, we clean 'em out
It's The Bates Motel baby and you're never gettin' out
I'm finna fuck a corpse, no time for masturbatin'
And Room 47 dedicated to the slayings
See Mother knows best when you're starting to smother
'Cause a boy's best friend is God, his mother
'Cause Mother is God on the list of all kids
And you don't get to leave once you're checkin' in
Cash only, please, no paper trail
'Cause Mother won't approve of me going to jail
Lock up the room, head up to the house
Enjoy your stay, now you're never gettin' out

[Chorus: 2-Face & Ruthless Rob]
Once you checked in, yo, there is no doubt
You in The Bates Motel, homie, and you're never getting out
We stab 'em up then clean 'em out
Stab 'em up then clean 'em out
We stab 'em up then clean 'em out
Stab 'em up then clean 'em out
Once you checked in, yo, there is no doubt
You in The Bates Motel, homie, and you're never getting out
We stab 'em up then clean 'em out
Stab 'em up then clean 'em out
We stab 'em up then clean 'em out
Stab 'em up then clean 'em out
Once you checked in, yo, there is no doubt
You in The Bates Motel, homie, and you're never getting out
We stab 'em up then clean 'em out
Stab 'em up then clean 'em out
We stab 'em up then clean 'em out
Stab 'em up then clean 'em out