HIDE AND SEEK

[Intro]
Takizava spilled yo' blood
(Gore Street)

[Verse 1: Craig Scissorhands]
At your fucking door with a hatchet
I'm a butcher, catch a body and I bag it
I can make your life disappear, like it's magic
I heard him crying, how tragic
Meat cleaver separate his face, now he past tense
I like the way my butcher knife feels on your kidneys
I wanna starve you in my cellar 'til you're sickly
Human Centipede, I'll make you crawl with limp knees
He say he hard and I just laughed and I said, “Bitch, please”
Blood and gore up on the walls, bitch, my work is done
Gore Street pulling up, time to fucking run
I'm a butcher, bitch, I don't need a fucking gun
When I pullеd up, there was bodies, now thеre's fucking none

[Verse 2: BissiBoi]
Agh, toe-to-toe, you'll lose your fucking foot, skin 'em up and press
I'ma sucka for an easy cook, do you know where you are?
You look lost, I got a hand to hold
Walk with me to Gore Street, my shop is open for the dead and cold
You can run and hide but never truly be alone
I'm next at every corner wit' my box that cuts the skin from bone
Your breathing only loudens as you circle back to where you were
With every step you take, I smell that this dish, only needs a stir (Who we hiding from?)
You run, and run away
I'll catch and carve you up, love
Your limbs are mine to display (Is that a fucking chainsaw?)

[Outro: Craig Scissorhands]
I don't know how many doors I'll have to kick to find you
You think you safe? Just turn around and you'll see me behind you
Dice your body into pieces, I think I would like to
And cut the pieces into powder 'cause I still don't like you
How you fall off more than once and you belittle me?
Started making garbage and you say you're trying different things
I just got him scalped and how he look just like he Mr Clean
Flick the blade, I pull it out and now I gotta flee