Taxidermy

[Verse 1: Damien Quinn]
After Taxidermy corpses cold and squirming
Through the eyes of Nacho Cerda I'm performing an autopsy
Dissecting bodies is a hobby, never sloppy with the scalpel
Makin incisions with precision and I'm always careful
Blood by the bucketful could you really bare through me
Cutting the fat and tissue into the muscle as I tear through
The oyster skin is melting, shit is not embalming your body
Instead, I eat your flesh like
Meat as demons sit and watch me
Beneath the sky and maggots I walk
Until the maggots begin to drop
Maggots are falling like rain because your bodies not embalmed
I think I need some therapy cause corpses keep on haunting me
I wish these walls could talk in this lonely mortuary

[Hook: Ian Stone](x2)
Why can't I fall asleep?
These dead bodies are haunting me
And they're screaming and taunting me
Saying "I want you to die!"
Repeating the sentence
Go kill yourself for repentance
This Hell is forming an entrance
And screaming "I want you to die"

[Verse 2: The R.O.C.]
Never see it coming
So deep never do I sleep
Reap what I sew and even it was not in front of me
Words are like slabs of meat
Notice how I stab the beat
Grizzly Bear no boundaries
Gorilla on the city streets
Microphone massacre, top notch bastard
Stuff competition in the rear trunk I'm mashing
No worthy assassin, so sick I'm cold
No end to my old melody, nowhere to go

[Verse 3: Mastamind]
Lyrikal snuff em, formaldehyde stuff em
Talk about ‘em in the past tense when we discuss em
Put em in the ground let the dirt cover em
I am the wicked shit and here I mother fuckin come
Murder ride leaving road kill
Leavin em laid out on a table made of cold steel
Chop your head for a trophy
Throw your body in the furnace
Psychotic scientist toxic taxidermist

[Hook: Ian Stone](x2)
Why can't I fall asleep?
These dead bodies are haunting me
And they're screaming and taunting me
Saying "I want you to die!"
Repeating the sentence
Go kill yourself for repentance
This Hell is forming an entrance
And screaming "I want you to die"

[Verse 4: Ian Stone]
Aye yo, dead bodies in my back seat
Her head slumped over on a horny killer’s shoulder
Miller light in my cupholder
Paparazzi cameras flashing
Amy Winehouse in her casket
Should've stayed in rehab bitch
But you said no, now look what happened
This the type of music we're killing our parents to
Punch em in the face and let em know I told you to
I'm a misfit, a bastard, making you fuck your pastor
After unloading my bladder on the blood splattered cadaver
So I love a dead bitch, I'm always skull fuckin em
Puttin dresses on her, and takin my daily lithium
Taxidermy is my hobby, corpses at the table rotting
While I'm fucking Amy's body and nodding out like a zombie

[Hook: Ian Stone](x2)
Why can't I fall asleep?
These dead bodies are haunting me
And they're screaming and taunting me
Saying "I want you to die!"
Repeating the sentence
Go kill yourself for repentance
This Hell is forming an entrance
And screaming "I want you to die"