6 Fine Bitches

Yo We all got our little collections, right? What up, dead girls? I'm back again Smack dab in the middle of ya abdomen With a blade that I grab tight, jab it in And slab up what's hidden underneath your skin No kiddin' I'm livin' inside a prison of sinnin' And sittin' in a dark corner 'cause the room won't quit spinnin' Old slits up my wrists, grab the scabs and keep pickin' I'm chewin' up the dry skin, got my victims all sickened Voodoo chantin' got me prancin' with these spirits around me And every time I go to sleep I speak to Aleister Crowley It seems I'm in it too deep, could be seeking some grounding Instead I hold a nice freak in the tub as she drowning With the bubbles coming up Like my dick when her heart gives that very last pump Jeeze she's a sexy little slut With that pale, blue skin, got my nuts in a fuss I could bust on her face, on her chest, in her guts It don't ever really matter, she can never get enough I could bring her back to life if I really felt I must But I think I'll cuddle with her 'till her skin starts to crust It's time to place another stitch, the seams are ripped inside my head Let blood drip all along the pages as the words are slowly read I get my kicks in ways that most would say I need back on my meds I got six of the finest bitches in my bed, but they all dead Pillowcases full of organs I lay on 'em snorin' I wake with another dead dame every mornin' I'm strange and you've never seen it change from the first day Chains get me excited like a kid on his birthday Wanna learn about it? I'll explain in the worst way And make you a project, your brain's where the curse lay You're made for a dirt stay Your veins got me thirsty Your grave? Not needed, I'ma keep you where you're sure safe Sure thing I'll manipulate and mutilate Many body pieces just to masturbate on different shapes First it aches, then you're dead and it's okay When I'm done you're in the cellophane and feel no pain Most days I just sit around and contemplate Different ways to keep the bodies fresh and the stink away Other days I head out for selection And stalk the next bitches that I'll add to my collection It's time to place another stitch, the seams are ripped inside my head Let blood drip all along the pages as the words are slowly read I get my kicks in ways that most would say I need back on my meds I got six of the finest bitches in my bed, but they all dead Yo this bitch is a ten But she's dead so she's actually like a thirty-eight Ya know what I'm sayin'?