The R.O.C. - Taxidermy lyrics

[Verse 1: Damien] After Toxidermy, corpses cold and squirming Through the eyes of [?] 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 Cuttin the fat and tissue into the muscle as I tear through The oyster skin is melting, sh** is not embalming your body Instead I eat your flesh like meat as demon's sit and watch me Beneath the sky you 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 hauntin me I wish these walls could talk in this lonely mortuary [Hook: Ian] Why can't I fall asleep? These dead bodies are hauntin me And they're screamin and tauntin me Sayin "I want you to die!" Repeatin the sentence, go k** 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 comin 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 ma**acre, top notch ba*tard Stuff competition in the rear trunk I'm mashin No worthy a**a**in, so sick I'm cold No end to my old melody, nowhere to go [Verse 3: Mastamind] Lyrical snuff em, fermeldahyde stuff em Talk about em in the past, tense and we discuss em Put em in the ground let the dirt cover em I am the wicked sh** and here I mother f**in come Murder ride leavin road k** Leavin em laid out on the table made of cold steel Chop your head for a trophy Throw your body in the furnace Psychotic scientist toxic taxidermist [Hook] [Verse 4: Ian] Aye yo, dead bodies in my back seat Her head slumped over on a horny k**er shoulder Miller light in my cupholder Paparazzi cameras flashing, Amy Winehouse in her casket Should've stayed in rehab b**h, but you said no, now look what happened This the type of music we're k**in our parents to Punch em in the face and let em know I taught you to I'm a misfit, a ba*tard, makin you f** you pastor After unloading my platter on the blood splattered cadaver So I love a dead b**h, I'm always skull f**in em Puttin dresses on her, and takin my daily lithium Taxidermy is my hobby, corpses at the table rotting While I'm f**ing Amy's body, and nodding out like a zombie [Hook]