Flatline - Arsenic

Cuz, I hate to break it to you, it’s unhumorous

Dark are the streets, and the rumors are numerous

I discern 'em, study them and grieve

As in some of them I gots to believe, see?

Luke was arrested for possession

But the thing is drug addiction wasn’t one of his obsessions

A blessing in disguise was the neighborhood shorty

Told us that he saw a man in his late forties

Creepin', plantin' drugs in our friend’s pocket

Sallow complexion, a damaged eye socket

Hair? Receding. Flair? None

But shorty had no courage to pull out his zip gun

Man, as you alrady understand

I gotta take the law into my own hands

You’r the only one who fits the description in my view

Cuz, I hate to break this one in you

Well, hello there, we’re in the middle of nowhere

And you’re right there sittin' scared on an old chair

Go ahead and read a prayer, I don’t care

Let me grab something heavy from under those stairs

Don’t stare at me, what, you think I’m happy?

Ha, exactly! Wanna hurt you badly

In fact, we gonna spend some time in here

In the basement, the place with a lot of sick gear

We ain’t here to sip beer, things are gettin' weird

Dear, it’s time to show you what the real fear is

But not in theory, we get down to practice

Hope you got it clear that no one will distract us

That’s the next chapter of the book, yo, look

I’mma getchu shook, I’mma chop you like a cook

With the cleaver, shit, you already feel the fever

Stop screaming, no one can hear it

Best believe I’m sick as hell, mentally

No gettin' out alive, you never meant to be

You’ve just been sent to me for the death sentencing

This thing is tempting me, yeah, so let’s get to it

There’s a workbench on your right

I’mma grab a wrench from it and swing it like that

I’m about to see how you will spit your teeth out

And don’t you please scream loud unless you wanna bleed out

More than you already do, I’mma grab a screw

And a screwdriver too and drive it through your palm, ouu

That hurts, ain’t it? Bitch, stop complaining!

You know, maybe, yeah, just maybe

I will let you go if you behave and don’t play me

But don’t blame me, I’d rather you stayed here

I got something right inside of me, it’s guiding me

And telling me that probably I will be the guy

That will be driving your dead body out of here

In a body bag, how about that?

Yeah, I like that, hope you like that too

If you don’t then I won’t let you outta here soon

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, needa see this whiny ho

Bleeding lying dying slow, beggin' me to stop the show

I don’t know and I ain’t sure if I want this now or no

Prolly gonna wait until this fucker passes out, oh

Wait, what? I can’t hear

Could you please say that once again loud and clear?

You prolly miss a dozen teeth in your mouth

But don’t worry now, I’ll take the rest of them out

You know, dentistry’s the type of industry

That has so many instruments for it, that’s kinda interesting

But I’mma simplify it, that implies the pliers

And a lot of cryin', bitch, I’m tired of this entire thing

And it’s crazy, you know, I’m kinda lazy

To do it carefully, grab your hair, pull it

Put the toolie in, grab a tooth and move it

Back and forth and pull it one by one, I do it

Like it’s a scene from a scary movie

Never knew he would bleed so fucking much, screw it

Stuff a handful of nails in his mouth and make him chew it

Something else is looming, wonder whatcha say to it?

Look at you, you’re a beauty, why you look so gloomy?

Wait up, I’mma grab a grater with some sandpaper

Rub it on your face just in case and make the pain greater

What are you afraid of? Just tell me

Hell, he can’t even yell «Help me!», mothafucka’s dealt with

What, you thought that’s all? Well, if you say so

I’mma start a chainsaw and saw you fucking face off

Hold on, I got a better idea

It might be a bit cornier than your sore cornea

'Cause your skin torn three or four times near it

This is it, you misfit, last chance, you missed it

Nothing’s gonna fix it, this is it, it gets lit

Gonna see ya wrists slit, since I’m on some sick shit

Got a rusty bradawl to stab all the people lethally

Twenty-three wounds appeared here immediately

Now your body weakening as I’m speaking

I see the blood leaking, fuck, I’m a freak and

What a creepy weekend, trunk lid squeak

Should I take you to the creek or the cliffs near the beacon?

Gonna leave you there sleepin'

Deep in the water where you can’t bre-breathe in

Take a look at you for the last time

There’s something in your chest, oh, that’s mine

But you can keep it right there, yeah, that’s fine

And that’s why you ain’t even moving, yeah, flatline