devils produce

ive been ill got serosis/ poppin pills overdosin/knock on doors close em/ im focused on knockin heads open/ im ferocious/ eating your flesh over the ocean/ im potent with potion/ i got this fucking chainsaw/ with blades off/ to rake your face off/ and make off all of your body parts/ lay em on table and eat em before the party starts/ and feed you too much till you can hardly talk/ throwing blood in the air like it was mardi gras/ then you come home to a body in your parking stall/ a question mark on your door written in blood/ im sitting in a chair with my wrists cut/