The Show
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See how the bone exposed? Nice blood bouquet, trace of marrow Fuckboy tryin' to hold his nose Let it drip, one sip, taste his halo Say bro, why's your skin on the flo'? Where's your hair? It's nothin' but follicles That's called a close shave, don't y'all suppose? Trail of toenails left through the snow, but he should know He fucked with the wrong one, sawed off shoulder, f*ck the shotgun Can't afford talk, cat got his tongue And she might get his lips next just for fun The blessed refreshment when his breath's barely there To blast his slashed face with fresh compressed air And press his chest just to keep his heart beatin' Open your eyes, bitch, you got to see this Don't know, which body part should go? First, spin the wheel, vertigo It's an art you partake in and just know You all paid to watch, let's start the show Come out, sit your ass down, don't blink Don't make a sound, just look It's okay to cry, you live your best life when you watch 'em die The best menage is a death menage, agree? Chest massage with electric rods for three Just because, prolly set their jaws with rebar and then pause while you get photography Tendon saw to extend the cavity, what can fit, what are you imagining? Share your thoughts, it is time for banterin', killer be right back to enact a masterpiece In the intract- should they contemplate escape, bear trap to the calf, that's just basic pain Paced to make the brain face its strength and strain gracefully to places Escaping sane thoughts to basic survival of Y'all came to see the amygdala A signal fire in the limbic nerves, and gotta give the kill what the kill deserves Don't know, which body part should go? First, spin the wheel, vertigo It's an art you partake in and just know You all paid to watch, let's start the show Come out, sit your ass down, don't blink Don't make a sound, just look It's okay to cry, you live your best life when you watch them die Gotta reach the bottom, why you muddy waters with your hollerin' for help? (uh?) That is not an option, throw your caution to the wind and live within yourself (uh?) You can prolly count on one hand all the times that you have ever really felt anything And when it's finally done and everything is numb your killer lets you know you're welcome Over to the edge and look over it You ain't never gonna fly with all the comfort your holdin' with all of your might And then try as your might to get over it, it ain't over To kill a saint, killer say you will know the limits of Flesh stretched and eyes bled before they die, you said you had demons to exorcise And cash in hand, stand to witness demise, time's come, killer wants audience advice Don't know, which body part should go? First, spin the wheel, vertigo It's an art you partake in and just know You all paid to watch, let's start the show Come out, sit your ass down, don't blink Don't make a sound, just look It's okay to cry, you live your best life when you watch them die
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Written by: Daveed Diggs, Jonathan Snipes, Steven L Kaplan, William Hutson
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