Grand Guignol

Intro:

There was in the late 1800s, um, kind of a rage for violent theater, the Grand Guignol unlike any other theater in the world, as a general rule will do that act of violence in plain view of the audience, there were eye-gougings, there were beheadings, there were guillotines, there was acid put in somеone's face and his face would bе pushed down a hot plate, uhh, arrows would be shot into somebody, they would be blown up, they would be burned alive, there would be an outpouring of blood, there people would faint, at the theater from what they saw
- Nigga, y'all go to the battles, go to the battles with handcuffs, we-we-we from that generation
- Please, make me feel like a funeral

Verse:

Yeah, rest in peace all o' my dead idols
I'm there halfway, in Daishiki like ashtray, smokin' gas gray
Holy Grail on the brass tray, both eyes are slits
Stood aline the hider's dip, a line crushed hand
A fine blood align blunts with
Avoid the Jedi trapped on Speed wavin' a checkered flag
My head upside down on its own stump, like the Cheshire Cat... (Hahahahahaha, wait wait wait wait wait wait wait, what?)
Yeah, Ted Bundy by the ski lifts, Argio V-neck
Varsity fish sticks, to the VW bug seated
Bumpin' key hits, make my coffin a hit
Smoke my body at the wake, coughin' up phlegm
A Heaven staircase fallin' up, crawlin' up camps
Everyone sit back (sit back), after this shit slaps
Smokin' weed like, polaroids bringin' the trip back
I'm old school like, plastic bags cut into slipmats

Outro:

- You're a joking sad shorty, you wouldn't be so cruel, take my life
- Don't kneel in front of that bad man right, father? I'm not afraid!
- Oh, ahh, she likes you, padre, enjoy her at your pleasure!
- Ahahaha!
- No! No!