6 Fine Bitches Lyrics

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'?