Slaughterhouse

[Intro] Midnight Breath in the hall, so silent Till I step out that frame And your skin turn violent (yeah) [Verse 1] I’m a pit of pitch black, pitchfork, pitch shift, split jaw, click-clack, six more ribs snap Slick talk, slit throat, slipknot, zip-lock, big lock, brick wall, rip raw, kids gasp Drip drop, red dot, headshot, deadstock, dead god, dead wrong, dread stomp, teeth gnash Hex mark, flesh art, chest carved, legs marched, left arm stretched far, next heart gift-wrapped Backseat backflip brain in a basket, casket classic, manic in a mask with a hatchet Handprint branded, attic full of ashes, static in the attic got a habit for the damage and the panic Lantern swinging when I’m grinning in the mirror, inner venom in a sermon that I’m scribbling in Latin Ribcage windchimes, dinner bell ticking, every single syllable I spit is like a drill in your abdomen I don’t give a fuck if you pray when you panic, I’m a plague in your attic, I’m decay in a jacket I’m the face in the static, I’m the blade in the mattress, I’m the stain they can’t clean, I’m the stain that attracts it Bitch, I’ve been a glitch in the script since birth, dirt in my nerves, earthworms in my words, yeah Every verse is a hearse in a blur on the curb, and the church burn purple when the curse gets heard, like [Chorus] Welcome to the slaughterhouse (slaughterhouse) Bloody walls, I’ll cut the lights You ain’t gettin’ out (you ain’t gettin’ out) Hear the floorboards hum tonight snakes in the floor, they bite Crawl in the dark, I strike Run from the voice you like That’s me inside your mind, screaming [Verse 2] I’m that long claw shadow in the hall when you yawn, see the palm crawl, nails on your jawline Talk raw, chalk outlines on your offline timeline, bodies in the archive, hogtied Dogma, vodka, sawed-off, opera, pop off, lockjaw, hotline, all lies My mind autopilot to a homicide highlight, high tide blood rise, fog sky I got a moth nest flapping in my chest when I’m laughing, every breath like black sand avalanching Jaw break, glass rain, back pain, backhand, back lane, drag chain, scratch van, black van crashing Fast brain fracturing, fractured mannequin, I’m hacking at your abdomen, I’m cackling and babbling I’m tapping in your tablet with a virus in the backend, packing in a pattern, every letter like a javelin Cut throats, cut cords, cut short lifespans, fuck courts, fuck laws, fuck your lifespan Rust forks, blunt swords, bloodsport, white vans, one torch, one corpse, one more nightstand I’m the lullaby humming when your lungs get tight, tongue drip spite, I’m a gun mid-rite I’m the skull on the wall that blinks at night, you can run all you want but you’ll slip on sight, like [Chorus] Welcome to the slaughterhouse (slaughterhouse) Bloody walls, I’ll cut the lights You ain’t gettin’ out (you ain’t gettin’ out) Hear the floorboards hum tonight snakes in the floor, they bite Crawl in the dark, I strike Run from the voice you like That’s me inside your mind, screaming